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Gay Male / 75+
Post War Gay Boys
I was burdened with too much intelligence for my age. We lived in Sweden. I was moved up from the third grade to the fifth, and then to the seventh grade. I changed schools to this school for g*fted and talented. Sports was chess and math problems. I had a friend, Gustaf, who went there. We made up problems to solve together. Gustaf was over affectionate and I had to put up with all that kissing and hugging. When Gustaf went with us for the weekend he slept with me. We got boners and we played with them, me flicking his boner with my finger before slipping it in my mouth, and Gustaf going for it from the beginning. One night we were both naked under the covers and we were kissing and talking and my father walked in on us.
I never saw Gustaf again.
At sixteen I was accepted to university in Massachusetts, and I met a guy there who liked younger guys. He gave me my first anal. I didn't resist, it was a long time coming. He wasn't as affectionate as Gustaf but he let me kiss him, and we slept together. Not officially, I lived in a dorm for g*fted students, who weren't old enough to live in the wild. I know that I was in love with him, and he was too. Although at first it was raw sex, it turned into something special.
We had to keep our affairs quiet, hidden from everyone. That did not mean that others didn't know, there were quite a few queers or gay guys there. We just didn't go around talking about it. I went on to get my PhD and we had a long term relationship. We were good friends, like brothers, looking after each other. My father wasn't fooled, he was against it.
But now that we are old and not so young and the boners are a memory, we share a house in retirement. From time to time we share a kiss, but mostly we are just close and care for each other. Time is the enemy of everything. We are left with our books and our memories.
I never saw Gustaf again.
At sixteen I was accepted to university in Massachusetts, and I met a guy there who liked younger guys. He gave me my first anal. I didn't resist, it was a long time coming. He wasn't as affectionate as Gustaf but he let me kiss him, and we slept together. Not officially, I lived in a dorm for g*fted students, who weren't old enough to live in the wild. I know that I was in love with him, and he was too. Although at first it was raw sex, it turned into something special.
We had to keep our affairs quiet, hidden from everyone. That did not mean that others didn't know, there were quite a few queers or gay guys there. We just didn't go around talking about it. I went on to get my PhD and we had a long term relationship. We were good friends, like brothers, looking after each other. My father wasn't fooled, he was against it.
But now that we are old and not so young and the boners are a memory, we share a house in retirement. From time to time we share a kiss, but mostly we are just close and care for each other. Time is the enemy of everything. We are left with our books and our memories.
