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2010-06-14
I'm not Gay nor do I think that will ever be.
That's sort of the problem these days. Everyone wants to label everything. You're gay if you feel like doing something with another guy and you enjoy it. Or you're bisexual, which to me means having a regular and equally attraction to both sexes. What about the average straight guy who just happens to feel like enjoying some male-friendship that includes a sexual moment? See? There's no terminology for that. Nothing that's really applicable. That's my complaint. I think that straight guys need to come up with something, some word to accurately describe this.
Anyway, that's my feelings on the issue. Especially now, after having my first male experience.
I have to admit that like any guy I was a bit curious about what it would be like doing something with another guy. To me the idea was sort of a turn on. Although I had no urge to ever be in a gay relationship, nor did I feel like actively pursuing anything that could be called "bisexual. "I suppose some of my friends were probably curious about stuff like that, too. Only, and quite understandably, not wanting to risk looking gay, they did the same things that I did - avoid showing any sort of interest in stuff like this.
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For me, finally, the opportunity arrived to explore male-sexuality in the context of friendship, and I decided to go for it. Even to my own surprise!
Mr. Tanner had been our neighbor for many years. He was a nice enough guy, early sixties. His wife had passed away about ten years before.
I never thought of him as being "gay," but I as I found out, he certainly enjoyed his moments of male-companionship. It was summer, I was nineteen, and back home from my first year at college. Mom and dad were both at work that day and I was feeling kind of bored, with nothing much to do. It was a gorgeous day, though, and I figured why not get out, and just take a walk around the block? I had on a t-shirt and shorts, and although it was something that I never did, I was feeling in enough of a careless mood to be barefoot. So I started off, and as I was strolling past Mr. Tanner's house, he was working out in the yard. Not haven't seen him in a while, I stopped to say hi. We got talking for a couple of minutes, and he asked me if I wanted to come in and have some lemonade. Not doing anything special, I said, sure, and we went into his house.
We went into kitchen and he poured us each a glass and we stood there having a drink.
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He seemed kind of noticing of the fact that I was barefoot, making me feel kind of self-conscious about it ( more than I was to begin with) and mentioned how I hoped it was OK with him that I didn't have any shoes on. He smiled and assured that it was fine with him. In fact, he confided, that he thought it was sexy to see a young man going barefoot like that. Aside from personal freedom, I suppose that I saw it was being kind of sexy too, which was why I felt self-conscious about doing that out in public. Of course, society-wise, it was girls who were sexy when they were barefoot, and no one ever said much about stuff like that when it came to guys. I sort of liked the fact that Mr. Tanner saw it as being that way. It made me feel kind of recklessly uninhibited, although I know that I was looking pretty shy about it, too.
Seeing that I was a little self-conscious, Mr. Tanner teased me. He remarked on how I shouldn't feel shy about it for his sake. Then he laughed, saying it would be OK with him, at his house, if I felt like having nothing on. I looked a little embarrassed and said something to the effect that I didn't know about that. He merely replied how that wouldn't bother him.
In fact, he said, it was summer and warm, and we could both have nothing on, that nobody would see us or know, and how it would be comfortable.
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I agreed that It probably would be a whole lot cooler.
He said, sure, and suggested that we go ahead and taker our clothes off.
Getting naked was about the last thing I had expected to do. To be honest, I got the impression that Mr. Tanner kind of liked guys, so to speak. I was intrigued. Being far more reckless than I ever would have been otherwise, I shrugged and said that it was OK with me.
Well, right there in the kitchen we got undressed. It was not like a big deal really, we just simply slipped out of our clothes. It only took about a second to do, and we were both naked. Mr. Tanner was somewhat heavy set, with quite a bit of hair on his chest and rounded belly that trailed down to his bush of pubic hair. I can hardly describe him as this fine physique of a man, and yet he looked nice enough without his clothes on. Almost immediately I saw that he was starting to get an erection. His wasted no time in getting hard.
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It was short and thick with a broad tip. Not that he looked at all embarrassed by his arousal. He just smiled and said that he hoped that I didn't mind if he had a boner. I blush - know that I did, but I said that it didn't bother me. I guess having my clothes off, and seeing him standing there with nothing on, and celebrating his male nakedness with an erection, I suddenly felt myself getting an erection, too. There was no holding it back, my penis went stiffly up and felt absolutely huge.
Mr. Tannergave my response a look of definite approval.
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