Three-Way

There is something inherently sexy about a three way. 

So much willing manhood in such a well defined space. 

Now don't get me wrong.  Two men is perfect.  Three is not perfect - it is extremely sexy it just isn't perfect. 

There are certain things that two men can't do - at least not do simultaneously - that three men can do simultaneously.  There is the conga line, the Daddy Sandwich, the 699, the 696 etc. There is even watching (but that is another subject.) Well you get it...lots of things to do. 

But as my husband says "Why go out for hamburger when you can have steak at home."  I personally think that sex with my husband - that "no-holds-bar" kind of sex where the earth shakes and the world stops, where any fantasy can be fulfilled on the slightest whim and without a trace of doubt or guilt - that kind of sex beats out any "way" including a "three-way."

Late Breaking Gay at Bunche Beach

Bunche Beach, John Morris Road, San Carlos Bay, Ft. Myers, Florida


Maurice was nervous. He had never been to a gay beach before. But he had exactly 2 hours while his wife and kids were at the movies and they thought he was lying down with a headache.  He guessed he should feel guilty but instead it was just nervous. 

He had been preparing for this for weeks.  His dark brown pubes were trimmed and his sizable balls were shaved.  In addition to his Florida tan he had been tanning at a salon to minimize any lines.

To complete the look he had purchased a “tan through” swim suit.  The tiny suit’s high legs and the pattern of gold, tan, yellow and green palm leaves drew the eye to his prominent package.  The not so subtle design also hid the fact that you could actually see through the sheer knit material.  To hide the swim suit until he got to the beach he had put on a loose pair of gym shorts and a tank top.  But that didn’t hide his broad shoulders, narrow hips, round firm ass, or his strong legs.  He knew he looked good but he didn’t want to look too “gay.” At least not until he was ready.

When he arrived he parked along the street and then began the walk to the beach.  It was then that he went from nervous to something near to sheer terror.

He thought “This was just plain goofy. What if someone he knew saw him?”  There were lots of people on the beach and he knew that he would have to walk something like a half-mile to find the "gay beach".  He had put on a “Cubs” ball cap and dark sunglasses but at six foot three and 205 lbs. he was not exactly invisible.  None the less, he had come this far and wanted this that badly.  He wasn’t going to turn around now.

He clutched his beach towel and his little cooler that contained three beers, suntan lotion, four rubbers and a small bottle of lube, and trudged off down the sidewalk towards the shore.

When he got to the narrow beach he turned left.  By some unwritten concession the gays had conceded the best part of the beach to the straights and the families.  To the left the beach became narrower and he could see rocks in the water that with the current would make the water dangerous for swimming.   He was relieved to quickly leave behind all the happy little families playing and sunning and in less than five minutes into his walk the crowd had thinned out. 

Under other circumstances he might have brought his wife and boys down here to enjoy the beach.  But now this time was his.  He had given more than enough to his family. 

As he moved southeast there was a tree that had fallen across the narrow beach so that he had to wade into the water to get around and beyond it.  As he picked his way past the tree he was afraid that he was in the wrong place.  But there, just a hundred yards away he saw several men on beach towels.

Just men!

Men in Speedo's!

Hot men!

Men with dark tans!

Men who looked up as Maurice came down the narrow beach.

Maurice was too nervous to get too close, so while still 20 feet away from the nearest person he spread out his towel and sat down.  He sat for a moment then realized he is was still in his shorts and tank top.  That wasn't exatly the image of himself that he had imagined on a gay beach.  So without lifting his butt more than an inch off of the beach towel he squirmed out of his shorts and shirt.

Now what?

It wasn't that he hadn't thought about it. Hell that's all you thought about for the last four days. In fact the idea of going somewhere where he could meet gay men was an all-consuming idea that nagged at him more and more every day.  The older he got the more he knew he had to make it happen.  And he knew it had to happen soon.

His mouth was dry with anticipation so he dug out a beer and chugged it down.

Nothing was happening.  Would someone come up to him?  He got out the suntan lotion and slathered it on.  This only served to make him hornier - if that was possible.  As his hands spread the oil over his skin his dick began to swell within the confines of the tiny bikini.

This was crazy.  What if someone saw that he was getting hard?  Hell – what if they didn’t?  That was why he was here wasn’t it? 

He wanted to reach beneath the waist band of his suit and smear the lotion on his cock and balls but knew that he would get rock hard if he did.  None-the-less he looked around to make sure no one was watching and lifted the edge of his suit to look at his cock.  The sheer fabric cast a spotty shade on his swelling member.  As he watched he could see it twitch and throb and shift and grow.  Damn!  He had to stop or get up and get in the water or do something.

There was no time to just sit there. He was either going to be rejected completely and feel like a fool or have the time of his life but he wasn't going to just sit there on the towel.

He got up and moved towards the other men. He was very aware of himself.  He felt virtually naked. And in fact he was virtually was.  Certainly the tiny swim suit was keeping him legal but the fact that it covered such a small percentage of his tall, lean frame made it more of a focal point rather than a cover-up.  Maurice’s balls were barely captured by the straining fabric and his 8 inch cock was pointing firmly up and to the left and its head was pulling the waist band away from his flat belly. His broad shoulders, firm pecks and flat belly now formed a V that pointed down to his swollen package.  Despite how he knew he looked in the mirror he now worried that his salt-and-pepper hair made him look older.

He walked past four or five men lying in the sun. Most of them wore Speedo's. Everyone was covered in oil. Everyone had a dark tan and everyone was beautiful.

Maurice may not have realized it but their heads swiveled and their eyes, hidden by sunglasses, tracked the newest addition to the group.

As Maurice passed the men lying on their beach towels he saw ahead a group of four or five men standing together smoking cigaretts and talking.

This was it, he would walk up to them and endure their ridicule and scorn or perhaps, just maybe, something else.  Something wonderful!  He had to do it.  He didn’t know what to say to them.  They would know he was an idiot and out of his realm.  But it was now or never.  Even if he nothing happened he felt amazing.  Nervous but amazing.  Even if no one else thought that he was sexy – he did.  And that was very hot to him.  So steeling himself against rejection he walked up to them.

As he approached the group stopped talking to blatantly check him out from head to toe with a long pause to simply stare at his package.

Maurice didn't know what to say. Anything would be stupid. Should he just say “Hello”or maybe  “Nice day”or maybe “This is a real nice part the beach” (it wasn't.) Instead much to Maurice's relief someone in the group said hello to him.  Maurice’s mouth was dry again but he managed to blurt out an awkward “Hello.” in return.

And then the one who had said hello said “I like your swimsuit.”

That made his cock jump. He had been afraid that he might not even be able to get it up.  But as the one who said he liked his swimsuit came closer he could feel his cock swell.

His new friend moved closer.  He was shorter than Maurice with short dark hair and a pearly white smile.  His smooth darkly tanned skin was stretched over well-defined muscles.  As he move forward he came so close that Maurice could smell the coconut in the oil that shone on his dark skin.  As soon as he came close enough to touch him he reached out and touched the narrow band of fabric on Maurice’s hip.

His hand stayed on his hip as he lifted his head to look up at Maurice and said “Looks good on you.”

Time seemed to slow to almost a stop for Maurice.  It all seemed amazingly exotic and yet somehow so natural.  Maurice managed to squeak out in a half voice “It's a tan-through.”  As Maurice said this he put his hand down to pull the waistband away from his belly and run his fingertips under the material so that his newfound friend could see how sheer the material was.  His new friend leaned forward to get a peek down inside.

There was a lot to see inside. Maurice’s dick was now suddenly fully erect and as he tugged the waist band the head of his now throbbing cock peaked out over the top.  In a smooth motion his friend slid his hand over the outside of the suit from Maurice’s hip down to cup his now rigid member.

His friend leaned in and said "I’m Joe.  Let me show you some other things that are pretty neat here on the beach."

And with that Joe put one hand on the small of Maurice's back and began to guide him up into the woods.

They moved only a few yards into the woods where they were just out of sight from anyone who might be walking the beach.

Joe turned towards Maurice, pushed him gently against a tree and pulling his swim suit's waist band away from his body to allow the now dripping member to jump out toward Joe.

For a moment Maurice’s cock simply throbbed as it waved and pointed up at Joe.  Joe stood holding the waistband out staring down but saying nothing.

Finally Joe said “God damn – that’s nice!”  Then Joe knelt.  As he moved to his knees he pulled Maurice’s suit down to his ankles with his left hand and took Marice's throbbing and swollen cock in his right.  He stared for only moment and then gently began to bring his lips to the head.

Maurice couldn’t move.  He looked down to watch but it was what he felt that filled his universe.  Everything in him was now focused on cock.  Joe’s wet lips moving over the head of his cock.  His hot tongue searched the edges and stroked and gently probed Maurice's piss hole.  Then like a deep wet tunnel he felt Joe's hungry mouth move down his shaft.  Maurice had to move one hand back to the tree trunk to steady himself but he took his other hand to press Joe’s head gently deeper down on his shaft.

Hungrily with quiet slurping sounds Joe moved in and out, but each time moving further down the hard veined rod of throbbing flesh.

Finally Joe’s nose and lips were pounding into Maurice’s pubs and belly and the head of Maurice’s cock was popping back and forth into Joe’s throat.

Maurice knew he wasn’t going to last long but that was didn’t make any difference.  The cum that was building up to shoot out of him had been building for years.  This was his first real gay load.  The load that was building up would shoot him into a new world.  Right or wrong it was going to happen.

Joe could feel the buildup and dove deeper and faster on this red hot pulsing rod.

Then Maurice shot – and shot and shot.  Joe swallowed and swallowed.

Time began to catch up for Maurice.  What had seemed an hour had been only a few minutes and now Maurice was holding on to the tree because his knees could no longer hold him.

Joe rose and wiped his mouth and smiled.  Maurice gave a half smile and weekly said thank you.  Joe smiled bigger and gently kissed Maurice and said “You’re welcome.”

Maurice pulled up his swimsuit and then followed Joe back to the beach.

The moment was over but a new world had opened up for Maurice.  He was now a gay man in a marriage with a woman.  He would never be the same. He was a Late Breaking Gay.

BTW this is my first attempt at writing LBG (Late Breaking Gay) porn.  I would greatly appreciate your comments.

The Second Ring

My “handle” on a certain site is “Lord of the 2^nd Ring.”   I have been asked to explain "the second ring"

So here we go:  the anus is the first ring – your butt hole.  Then, deeper inside  is the sphincter between the rectum  and the sigmoid colon (large intestine) that is  the second ring.

If the top's cock is long enough and the position is right, and the bottom is willing, you get to have two fucks at the same time.  For the top, they are getting the head and top of the shaft fucked by the second ring and the main shaft fucked by the anus. 

It takes a really good bottom to accept this and work his muscles to please the top but the bottom also gets the double pleasure of being fucked in two places at the same time.  It often results in the bottom having a very powerful internal orgasm.

I am versatile so I know this from personal experience.  And of course when those internal muscles start to squeeze down in those orgasmic spurts I come like a fire-hose, often multiple times in a single fuck.  Just makes me want to keep going and going.  I know this from personal experience as I am versatile and my husband can reach my second ring as well.

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I Won't Go Back - Only Forward

 

The family reunion was held in the same small town where my wife and my two children lived thirty years ago.  

One of the things that my kids wanted to do while we were there was to drive by the house that we lived in when they were little.  

I didn't volunteer to take them by the house.  They went to look at the house by themselves.  It wasn't that anything bad happened there.  In fact those were good days.  I guess I just didn't want to go back to those days - I have moved forward and I want to keep moving forward.

As a LBG (Late Breaking Gay) I have made a decision to accept myself.  In the process I have learned to forgive myself for living a lie in the past.  I can not pretend that lying was right and so I can't pretend to my children that I was perfect.   So I won't go back - only forward.  

Showing Off

 

Is it ok to be an exhibitionist?

No! I’m not talking about flashing to little old women at the bus stop. 
 
I am talking about showing off my big hard dick to another man via cam.

Well it is everywhere - from phones to chat rooms. 

Why is this such a turn on for everyone - including me? 

Up and down and done and off you go.  No mess no phone number no expectations.

It is anonymous (or not) and it is highly focused. 

Where else are you going to get someone to stare at your junk (I hate that term but it works well here) for an extended period while you jerk off?  It is also safe.  Plus no one is going to be offended or call the cops.

Hey I love showing off.

All American Boy

There is something amazing happening out there.  A young good looking gay man who sings country western has put out wonderful love song about unrequited gay love. 

His name is Steve Grand.  He doesn't have a manager, label or a concert tour.  But he understands what its like to be gay and be in love and how risky it can feel.

Check out his YouTube video at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pjiyjYCwNyY 

BTW 1,832,288 views on YouTube to date.

Check out his web page and buy his music at http://stevegrand.bandcamp.com/

Read the lyrics below - but watch this rising star!!!!!

All American Boy

VERSE 1
Ripped Jeans, only drinks whiskey
I find him by the fire while his girl was getting frisky, ohh
I say we go this road tonight

He smiles, his arms around her
but his eyes are holdin me, just a captive to his wonder, ohh
I say we go this road tonight

PRE-CHORUS
now I know that that's your girl, I mean no disrespect
The way that shirt hugs you chest boy, I just won't forget
I'll be sittin here, drinking my whiskey
I won't say goodnight unless I think ya might miss me, ohh

CHORUS
Be my All-American boy tonight
where everyday's the 4th of July
and it's alright, alright
And we can keep this up till the morning light
and you can hold me deep in your eyes
and it's alright, alright
be my, be my
my All-American boy

VERSE 2
Ripped jeans, tight shirt
he lights a cigarette you know I'm glad that she can't stand it, ohh
I drink the moonlight from his eyes

Now hold there, just a moment
I want to take this in now we don't need no photo of it, no
we should go this road tonight

PRE-CHORUS 2
now I know that that's your girl, and I don't give a damn
she's been cusin and cryin, she don't know what she has
so I'll be sittin here, tryin to hold down my whiskey,
you tell your girl good night cause somebody'd like to kiss me, ohh

CHORUS
Be my All-American boy tonight
where everyday's the 4th of July
and it's alright, alright
And we can keep this up till the morning light
and you can hold me deep in your eyes
and it's alright, alright
be my, be my
my All-American boy

BRIDGE:
Of all the girls and boys to look my way
Ain't nobody ever hit me this way
so won't you come back with me
and lay with me a while

I'm gonna wrestle you out of them clothes,
leave that beautiful body exposed,
and you can have my heart and my soul and my body...
just be mine

GUITAR SOLO

DOWN CHORUS
Be my All-American boy tonight
baby you light my fire
it's gonna be alright, alright!

CHORUS
Be my All-American boy tonight
where everyday's the 4th of July
and it's alright, alright
And we can keep this up till the morning light
and you can hold me deep in your eyes
and it's alright, alright
be my, be my...
just, be my, be my...
my All-American boy

I Feel Like My Family Just Got a Lot Bigger

The call came Thursday at 11:00.  One of my partner's cousins called to say that his favorite Aunt had passed away the night before and that the funeral was going to be in a small town in western Iowa on Saturday.  There was no way to arrange to fly so we got in the car on Friday morning and drove for 12 hours. 

My partner was worried about how his family would receive me/us.  I have met some of my partner's family at his daughter's wedding four years ago but this weekend was going to be a lot of family that I have not met and it was going to be at a funeral in a Catholic church in the middle of cornfield-conservative-country.  I mean two hours drive from where we left the interstate let alone a big city.  Hell my cell phone didn't work. 

At the funeral service I was as nervous as a pregnant whore in Sunday School.  I felt like there was a big "Gay" sign on my forehead.  The fact that we are gay or partners or married is no secret.  But damn, I was sitting with my handsome partner in the fourth row of a Catholic church with the family.  I am six, three with silver hair.  I stick out!

After the service we ate dinner with my partner's family in the church hall and then went to the cemetery and then to the family home.  Then something wonderful began to happen. 

All of my partner's family went out of their way to make me feel welcome.  We talked and laughed.  We did the same normal stuff that every family does at these sort of things.  People asked about me and my job and my family.  When we said our goodbyes I was surrounded with hugs and kisses (many from men) and admonished to visit and promises were made to come see  us.

I sat in the passenger seat as we drove down the two miles of gravel road to get back to the road to our hotel  I watched the lush green fields of corn and soybeans slide by as the sun slid towards the horizon.  I thought how beautiful it was there and how wrong I had been about the people there.  They didn't give a damn if I was gay or green as long as my partner was happy.  They love him so they love me.

As a LBG (Late Breaking Gay) who has been out of the closet now for 8 years I still worry about being accepted.  An old bad habit I guess.  But the bottom line is that when you love someone you want them to be happy.  If someone doesn't want you to be happy, maybe they don't really love you...could be.

Talking to the Grandkids

It was the summer family reunion.  The kids had been chasing lighting bugs and my grandsons had come up to the porch to show off their jars of glowing bugs.  The two littlest ones (both four years old) fell onto my lap and the oldest (12 years old) sat across from me.  I chatted and laughed and they wiggled and giggled. 

One of them started to play with my chocker.  It is a bone and wood fish hook on a string that we got in Hawaii when we got married there in April.  They asked what it was and I told them that Mark and I had each gotten one when we were there and got married because we were "hooked on each other."  The little ones didn't think too much about it but I could see my 12 year old grandson's eyes get really big.

So after the little ones wondered away to release their lighting bugs I talked to my 12 year old grandson.  I asked him if he knew that Mark and I were married.  He said no, he thought that we were just friends.  We talked more and I answered his questions but he really didn't have that many.

Mark and I live in Dallas and my grandsons live in Chicago so we don't see each other enough.  But it didn't seem to be that big of a deal to my grandson.  I guess it is a matter of changes in attitudes from one generation to the other but I am grateful that my children and my grandchildren are good with me being a LBG (Late Breaking Gay). 

It always seems like it will be so hard to tell someone, especially people that you love that you are gay.  But in truth, it is the easiest thing in the world.  People who love you, love you no matter what and being honest with them just makes that love grow stronger.

"Ding-Dong! DOMA Is Dead"

Once there was a wicked law
In the lovely land of Oz
And a wicked old, wicked old, wicked old law that never ever was
It filled the folks in munchkin land
With terror and with dread
'Till one fine day from Kansas
A house fell on its head
And the court pronounced it dead
And through the town the joyous news went running
The joyous news that the wicked old law
Was finally done in

Ding-dong! DOMA is dead.

‒ Which old law?
‒ Well, uh,.. the DOMA law!
‒ Oh.

Ding-dong! The wicked law is dead.
Oh yeah, happy day
Wake up you sleepy head,
Rub your eyes, and get out of that bed.
Wake up, the wicked law is dead.

It's gone where the goblins go,
Below, below, below. Yo-ho
Let's open up and sing and ring those bells out.
Sing the news out.

Ding-dong, the merry-oh, sing it high, sing it low.
Let them know the wicked old DOMA is dead!
Why everyone's glad,
It took such a crowning
Bein' hit by a house is even worse than drowning
Let 'em know the wicked old law is dead!

Life and Death Choices

What if you had a choice between life and death?

We mostly just wake up, let the dog out, make coffee, eat breakfast, shower, shave, dress and keep going - this is life.  Or is it?

What if that life were more about choices.  What if you could wake up one day and choose to do something entirely different.  What if you could be something, someone, entirely different.

One day you are just an average Joe commuting to work.  The next day you are a Joe that has come out to the world that you are gay.  You still commute to work.  You still let the dog out and make coffee. 

But you feel different.

You feel honest and free.

What does it take? 

It takes letting the part of you that is afraid die.

If you are on the verge of coming out of the closet - don't be afraid - when you come out you get to start a new life.  It may not be easy but it will be the real you.  

Figuring It Out

When I was in the closet I was by most counts a pretty conservative guy.  Married to a good woman, two children, house in the suburbs, a dog and two cars in the garage.  I went to church, I didn't drink, smoke or use drugs.  I was miserable!

Now I am married to the most wonderful man in the world, between us we have five children and five grandchildren, we have a house in the suburbs, a dog, two cats and a 27 year old child living with us. I go to church. I am happier than I could ever imagine.

What changed?  I acknowledged that I was gay!

By all standard societal measures my life wasn't pretty good.

As a LBG(Late Breaking Gay) I am glad I figured out life before I was too old to enjoy it.

Aussie LBGs (Late Breaking Gays)

Everyone loves those Australian boys. 

That includes loving those Aussie LBGs (Late Breaking

Gays). 

Don't know what it is. 

Maybe it is those wonderful accents.

Or it could be those Life Guards in their speedos with their butts hanging out. 

Maybe it is that casual attitude or those friendly smiles. 

I know that I just want to grab every Australian guy and give them a big wet kiss and then lick them clean down to their toes.

Sex Toys for LBGs (Late Breaking Gays)

As a LBG (Late Breaking Gay) you may be new to sex toys. If you are single sex toys can be a lot of fun in the shower, jacking off with porn or just learning more about yourself.

There are an almost infinite variety of sex toys but I can recommend a few:


Cock rings: Cock rings are a ring of rubber (think "O" ring)

 or silicone or metal that goes around your cock and/or balls. The cock ring can go just around the base of your cock or around your balls and cock.  Just as cocks come in all different sizes so do cock rings.  You can get a set of different sized cock rings or try a couple of different stretchy ones at first then you can experiment with the hard ones.  It should gently restrict the flow of blood out of the cock to keep your dick harder for longer.

Dildos: a dildo is a hard rubber shaft that goes up your ass. Dildos can look like a cock even with balls but they also come in a wild variety of shapes and sizes. If you have never used a dildo start with a small dildo with lots of lube and work up to larger ones as you get comfortable.

 

 

Douche: just to keep things neat and clean - clean out your ass before you use a dildo or have sex. You and your partner will appreciate it.  There are inexpensive enema kits available at the drug store or you can get kinkier ones on-line. I prefer a wand that hooks into the shower like a shower wand. But don't overdo it - if you clean out too deep you will have diarrhea for a week. I recommend cleaning out in the shower – hold the water in your ass and then move over to the stool to release it. Repeat until you run clear - but again - don't overdo it.

Allow me to recommend Fort Troff Sex Toys as a good source. They have everything from tame to wild.

 

Grab the Brass Ring

When I was a kid we would spend the summers with my grandparents and great grandparents at their homes in Monticello Indiana. The houses were on a small bluff overlooking Lake Shafer.  And down the lake was a small amusement park and board-walk called Indiana Beach.  It has been there for generations.  (My mother saw Elvis there.) 

For us as kids it was a once or twice a summer treat to go down and ride the roller coaster, whirl-a-gig and of course the carousel.

If you rode one of the horses on the far outside ring of the carousel you could try to grab a ring from a dispenser arm that stuck out towards the carousel.  As a kid it was a real challenge.  Most of the rings were iron but one or two on each ride would be brass.  If you got a brass ring you got to come back for a second free ride.

Maybe in today's world of 3D movies and shoot em up games on our computer devices a carousel seems a little tame, but for me as a kid it was a thrill.  Just trying to grab that ring was so exciting and to actually get one of those brass rings made me feel like a real winner.

As a LBG (Late Breaking Gay) it is as though I have finally been able to grab the brass ring - and now I am getting that second chance - that free ride.

If you are reading this and have not come out of the closet - I assure you - that second chance is a real thrill. 

If you have come out - enjoy the ride.

To Russia With Love

Hello to my friends in Russia.

 I am not sure how I ended up with readers in Russia but I am delighted.

Let me know what your experience has been like coming out late in life in Russia.

I know that the details of coming out for a LBG {Late Breaking Gay) will be different for all of us but are there special things about the process that apply just to a Russian?

Do you have to be a little more in the closet?

Let the rest of us know- you boys are hot!

Привет моим друзьям в России. / Я не уверен как я в конечном итоге с читателями в России, но я очень рад. Позвольте мне знать, что ваш опыт был как выходит в конце жизни в России.  Я знаю, что детали выходит за LBG {конце разорвать Gay) будет отличаться для всех нас, но существуют специальные вещи о процессе, которые применяются только к русским?  Вам нужно быть немного больше в шкафу?  Пусть остальные из нас знают - мальчиков ты горячая!

Gay Scouts of America

This afternoon the Boy Scouts will decide if they
will allow openly gay boys to be Boy Scouts.

 Unless the leaders are intent on trying to somehow "make" a kid straight I don't know why this is a problem.  Every boy should be able to participate.  The Boy Scouts have some good things to offer.  I know that there is a emphasis on God and country and being morally "straight". 

I know lots of gay men that are model citizens and I would trust their moral values in any situation.  Gay boys need that kind of direction.

Being gay or striaght isn't a choice or something you learn or get a merit badge for.

Will there be fooling around in the pup tent?  Well of course - there always has been.

Oh Sweet Mystery of Life

Was the very first time wonderful?

Was it the sweet mystery of life?

Who was it?

Where was it?

How old were you?

For some of us it was traumatic.

For some of us it was heaven.

But it was nothing to be ashamed of.

If you were too young to make a decision or old enough to know what your were doing you did nothing wrong.

When you enjoy gay sex - no matter how you were introduced to it - it is the the "Sweet Mystery of Life" - just enjoy it!

It is your gift!

gay dreams

Day dreams

Night dreams
 
 

Wet dreams

 

You have had them 

- in the dream it is dark

- only a street light

- the light of a match flairs

- a few feet away

- a young man is lighting a cigarette

- framed in a doorway

- he has broad shoulders and a narrow waist

- his white tank top shows off his pecs

- he is wearing tight black jeans

- you can see his swollen package

- he shakes out the match

- his right hand moves down

- he adjusts his package

- he is looking right at you

- he looks you up and down

- seemingly satisfied he locks eyes with you

- his eyes are green

- his lashes long

- he lifts one eyebrow

- you move to his side

- he offers you a cigarette

- you accept

- you move in closer for a light
 
- his hair is brown and wavy

- touching his shirt collar

- his skin is tanned and smooth

- your right leg brushes against his left leg

- you touch his forearm

- to steady the match

- his flesh is warm and firm

- you can smell him

- warm and earthy

- you can feel his breath

- sweet and warm on your neck

- you reach down to touch his hip

- he shifts his weight against your hand

- your hand slides back to caress his firm ass

- his body moves in to press against your hips

- he takes your hand

- and and moves it to his swelling package

- his cock is hard and throbbing beneath the denim

- his zipper all but explodes

- his hard and trobbing dick jumps out into your hand

- you kneel down to take his cock into your eager mouth

You wake with a hard on and a wet sticky load in your PJs

Yes- you might be gay - a LBG (Late Breaking Gay) - Enjoy

Fathers and Uncles

Who was that first man?

Was it your uncle?

Your father?

Your coach?

Your scout master?

An older boy?

Where did it happen?

In the shower?

At the gym?

In a tent?

At a sleep over?

In the barn?

Many LBGs (Late Breaking Gays) gay men have been introduced to gay sex by male family members, coaches, uncles, fathers, cousins.

Was it horrible?  

Was it rape?  

Was it consensual?  

Were you too young to consent?  

Were you curious?

Were you ashamed?

Were you manipulated?

Were you used?

I don't know about you but I have obsessed about it and cried about it and been angry about it.

These are important questions but now that you are out - you can dwell on it or deal with it.

I know that have gotten past it.