Gay for XXX

The year was 1953. The war in Korea was winding down. I was in the Navy, but not for long. My enlistment was due to expire in ten days. We had been at sea for more than two months and the crew was thirsty for booze and horny for women. As the ship passed under the Golden Gate Bridge, entering San Francisco Bay, we lined the rails, happy to see the United States again.

Liberty was granted that night and my buddy Pete and I were dressed in our best Dress Blues, shoes shined and pay in our pockets. There was some scuttlebutt about a bar in Tracy, California, a town about 60 miles inland, that was hot and filled with horny young women. Some guys took a bus, but Pete and I wanted to save our bucks for beer. We hitch-hiked. Being in uniform we had no trouble getting rides to Tracy. When we got there we were all disappointed. The place was quiet and the few women that were there were the Kennel Club Grandmas. All the other guys left for better pastures, but by that time Pete and I were on our second beer and there was no stopping us now.
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I was 40 when I first admitted to anyone I was gay. I had been married and had children and performed all the right duties of suburban man.
I had kept my secret well, ever since I had my first erection I knew it was the thought of hot guys, hot cocks and the thought of kissing an older guy that made me get the hardest throbbing in my groin.
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Well I suppose the best place to start is with me. I had just turned 20 not 10 hours earlier (I’m now 24), I am about 5′9″ and a bit over weight, with mid-length curly black hair, and I’m not the best-looking guy around, I’m not ugly, just average. Because of my weight and appearance I was a fairly shy kid, which is why I was always so amazed that I was dating somebody as gorgeous as Sarah. Sarah, words just don’t do her justice, she’s the most amazingly nice, beautiful, and smart person I’ve ever known, why she loves me has, to this day, confused me. Sarah had been my best friend sense I was 12, she is 2 years younger than me, but when I moved into the house right next door to her, she and her brother, Eric who was 3 years older than me, came over to greet me. We were the only kids in that neighborhood older than 5, so they were the only kids for me to play with. That was until Eric turned 16, and started driving to see his friends from High School. I’d always been told that Eric was the hottest guy in town, he had those naturally sexy features, but I’d never seen it because I just wasn’t attracted to guys.
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I am glad that I told my best friend and lover Keith how I felt about him. And he took it as well as can be. Hell we are together that’s all that counts.

My name is Greg, and Keith and me have been together for so long now that I think we have both forgotten what single life is. Not that either of us mind. Here is our story.

It all started back in 12th grade. We met during football practice that first day of school. He was the start quarterback and I was the starting fullback. An odd combination I know but still. We became best friends from that day forth. Both of us being the oldest on the team, both 19 it did kind of make sense that we became best friends. And to this day I’m thankful for him being my friend.
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Andy shivered as Mark’’s hand gently glided up and down his left flank, his ass cheek clenching and releasing slightly. Mark then moved his hand over Andy’’s hip to his steel hard cock, dripping precum on to the bed. Andy jerked and moaned in protest but Mark’’s hand firmly wrapped around his aching cock, stroking it softly, gently…slowly. Andy refused to let Mark see it, but he was near going mad with frustration, desperately wanting to pump his dick faster in Mark’’s hand.

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Andy walked into his room after his date with his girlfriend, pissed that she still wouldn’t put out after three months. He lived in his frat house and had a roommate named mark. He and mark Looked so much alike that they could have been brothers–they were as close as brothers–same height, same build, the only difference was that mark was a lot more hung than he, but being about 8 and a half inches, Andy wasn”t bothered by his roomie’’s dick size.

Hearing the TV, Andy could tell that mark was watching a porno and could see mark naked on top of his covers and openly jacking his dick, his eyes glued to the screen. Needing relief from his aching dick, Andy stripped and walked to mark’’s bed. Mark absently scooted over, his eyes never leaving the screen and his hand never missing a beat on his monstrous dick. Lubing up his hand with the lotion on the nightstand, Andy settled back to watch the porno. Only to have the shock of his life…
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Looking back on it now, it’’s hard to believe that age 27 I had never been fucked by another man. As a kid I”d had the usual sexual experiences with neighborhood boys but it never progressed any further than jacking each other off, or maybe licking another boy’’s maturing prick. In high school sex with girls was the goal of all the guys. Even so, the sex play with a couple close friends continued; secret and limited by the fear of being labeled a “homo” or a “fag” by the entire school. At college wild partying and keeping up the fraternity image led to sex with quite a few women. Although I occasionally found another guy attractive, or sexually stimulating, I had never taken action on my secret desires. My favorite uncle being banished from my family when he came out to my parents showed me I could never allow myself to be gay.
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This story picks up where the “Sensitivity Training” stories left off, with the same character as narrator. Feel free to read those first, and don”t forget to vote and leave some feedback.

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Two weeks had passed since my eye opening day spent with the three men who used and abused me to turn me into their gay bitch. There had been no real contact from any of them except for a reminder I got in the mail a few days after. Simmons had sent me a few copies of the pictures that Charles had taken. They showed me, down on all fours, wide eyed and a little dazed with Simmons” dick ripping my ass open while my old friend Keith fed me his cock. He included a note that read, “Just a few keepsakes to remind you of our special day together. As you can see the camera clearly caught your face but you can”t tell from the picture who the dick up your ass or the one in your mouth belongs to. Take care, my little slut.” He was right, these were the ultimate blackmail tool, but it wasn”t like I really needed any convincing for me to want to do this again. What those three didn”t know was that I kept one of those pictures and I was jacking off to it almost nightly. Not only that but I had started getting into gay porn and stories that I found on the Internet.
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Chapter Eight

I was promoted to Sergeant and there was a celebration at the Dragonfly with the guys from the barracks. Later I went to Toby’’s to celebrate. Toby looked like he wasn”t feeling good.

“What”ll you have?” he asked rather quietly.

I gave him a blank look. It was the first time he”d ever asked me what I wanted to drink. He knew.

“The same,” I said with a curious look.

He got my beer and instead of sliding it across the bar like he always did he reached over and set it squarely in front of me. I saw a sad look in his eyes and he glanced away from me a couple of times, like he was avoiding me. I gave him another curious look and took a drink of beer, looking at him over the top of the bottle.
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Chapter Five

I went to Toby’’s several times, with no hope that Jason would be there, but just to be in a place where we had been together. Mostly, though, I hung around the barracks and took on extra duty so I could be around to monitor the phone. I was counting the days, and too many had passed. Then one night got a call from an orderly at the hospital.

“Corporal Jason Seaborn asked me to call you.”

“He’’s there?” I asked, barely able to work up the air to get the words out.
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