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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 49
Quietly I Have Become Braver Sharing My Desires And Urges With A Man
This confession is about my first open encounter with a man. I was up to then uncomfortable to the point of being scared. I had desires, urges, but never acted out. I was in San Francisco attending a conference. That first night I went out alone and walked into a gallery hat open. I went around looking at the paintings, on a back wall I found several homosexual erotic paintings. I stood there, alone. That urge I suppressed was there. One painting in particular caught my interest. An erect penis.
The attendant, a man in his fifties came up to me and asked if I liked it. He asked if I could visualize it in my bedroom. I was embarrassed, laughed, I said I could never display it I my house. He pressed me, why not? I was obviously drawn to it. He showed me several other paintings of naked men, but the painting of the erection was caught in my mind. He convinced me to buy it, they would ship it to me. He congratulated me. Maybe it was time for me to enjoy what I liked.
I hid the painting in my attic, wrapped in the shipping paper. Once in a while I would ring it down and hang it in my room and admire it. I love the painting. It was one week when I had the painting on the wall that I needed to call a plumber. The man was middle aged, and the painting stopped him. He did his work and had to gaze on the painting before he left. It was a great feeling to see how it called out to him.
I decided to break the ice and told him I bought it in San Francisco. I went on to tell him I imagined myself holding it in my hand. He said he could see that. He followed me back to the bedroom, and we stood together admiring the painting. If only, I said, I had enough nerve to hold a man in real life.
He was not forceful, matter of fact, he encouraged me to hold his penis in my hand. I trembled, he nodded at me and I out his penis in my mouth. Step by step, he kissed my penis before kissing me on the mouth. He told me, it was time for me to surrender to my dreams, and he took his time engaging in intercourse with me. It wasn't new to him. It was all new to me.
Today, these many months since that day, the painting still hangs in my room. I've been braver too. Holding an erect penis in my hands, I surrender to my urges and my desires.
The attendant, a man in his fifties came up to me and asked if I liked it. He asked if I could visualize it in my bedroom. I was embarrassed, laughed, I said I could never display it I my house. He pressed me, why not? I was obviously drawn to it. He showed me several other paintings of naked men, but the painting of the erection was caught in my mind. He convinced me to buy it, they would ship it to me. He congratulated me. Maybe it was time for me to enjoy what I liked.
I hid the painting in my attic, wrapped in the shipping paper. Once in a while I would ring it down and hang it in my room and admire it. I love the painting. It was one week when I had the painting on the wall that I needed to call a plumber. The man was middle aged, and the painting stopped him. He did his work and had to gaze on the painting before he left. It was a great feeling to see how it called out to him.
I decided to break the ice and told him I bought it in San Francisco. I went on to tell him I imagined myself holding it in my hand. He said he could see that. He followed me back to the bedroom, and we stood together admiring the painting. If only, I said, I had enough nerve to hold a man in real life.
He was not forceful, matter of fact, he encouraged me to hold his penis in my hand. I trembled, he nodded at me and I out his penis in my mouth. Step by step, he kissed my penis before kissing me on the mouth. He told me, it was time for me to surrender to my dreams, and he took his time engaging in intercourse with me. It wasn't new to him. It was all new to me.
Today, these many months since that day, the painting still hangs in my room. I've been braver too. Holding an erect penis in my hands, I surrender to my urges and my desires.
