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Out Of The Closet
Coming out of the closet is never an easy thing to do. Where you forced out by an unfortunate circumstance? Did you come out on your own terms. What and how did you finally come out? To who?
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Gay Male / 28

    I went to college and ended up with a degree in forestry management. Not what I ever intended to study but between dropped classes and whatnot I ended up with that degree and had to graduate. The placement office got me an interview with a forestry company and I guess I was acceptable enough and I got hired. The pay was not much, and I had to move to up to Oregon where they had a tree growing operation. The town was small, about ten thousand people with a movie theater and a small shopping area, a couple of local cafes and the proverbial fast food places. I rented one side of a duplex complex and started my job on a Monday morning. I was assigned to the forestry management department, an office job keeping records.

    After meeting the small office staff and getting orientation about the activities the office manager, a woman and one of the field superintendents took me to lunch at one of the local cafes. Everyone knows everyone in town and they were locals, they knew the name of the waitress and the waitress knew their name and they introduced me and she was nice, an older lady, but she was nice and called me my name. I was sure she would never forget my name.

    I spent the afternoon getting exposed to the records and the office manager showed me what I needed to do and how to file everything, and what papers I needed to take to her for counter signature. All the office stuff. She also told me that the next two days I would be going with the field superintendent and he was going to show me around the farm and how the farm was laid out, the harvesting and the lumber processing area. We would spend the night at one of the camps, more for experience than anything else. I got my hard hat issued and my steel toed boots which I did not like and company overalls and I was set for the next day.

    On the drive up he was talkative and he probed about my love life. I should have paid more attention but he just went on and on and I had a hard time convincing him that I did not have a girlfriend and in fact I had never had a girlfriend. We got up into the mountain and he pulled over into this turn around on the road and stopped the truck, turned to me and put his hand in my lap and said he thought maybe I liked boys. His hand was hard on my lap, or crotch really and he was grabbing me through the coveralls and he said he was pretty sure I liked boys and he liked boys and we were going to get along fine. He held my crotch for several minutes challenging me to get his hand off but there was no way I could win. I know I was flushed, I could feel it, my heart was beating too fast and my breath was hard and he kept telling me he knew I liked that, he could feel it, he could feel me getting hard under his hand.

    We drove on, I was nervous from them on and didn't want to talk but he talked for both of us. reaching over to grab my crotch as we drove. He asked me when I had sucked my first man and he figured out that I did not have any experience. As we drove into the base camp he told me that I was his boyfriend so to stay away from any of the other guys, they had been out there alone for a couple of weeks and they might want to take me out back. I was introduced to these two men, who obviously looked like they had been out there for several weeks, unshaven and dirty. The superintendent showed me my room in the trailer and he told me he was in the next room and we would be seeing more of each other later that night.

    Everyone ate what was heated up and they talked business, explaining to me from time to time and telling me that I would catch on. After the dishes were cleaned up we went outside for a few minutes before the superintendent pulled me aside and told his buddies we were going to get some rest. He took me into trailer while the two guys watched. There wasn't any ceremony, he started to jerk my clothes off working on getting my coveralls off while he took his off, he told me he had wanted me from the time he saw me, he got naked first and got me naked and he was on my cock with his mouth and hands and then he laid back on the bed and told me to get on his cock. I don't think I sucked him for a minute before he had turned me over on the bed and got on my back and started to fuck me. What he used to slick me up I don't know what it was or where it came from but his finger was sliding in and out of my ass before he got his cock in and fucked me for what felt like a long time.

    For my first time it felt pretty good, in fact it felt really good. He got off and used the pillow case to clean off and threw it to me to clean off and he went back to sucking my cock. After I finally let go he got dressed and went outside and back into the building to talk with his friends. I had been initiated. Whenever he came into town he spent time with me at the duplex. No one said anything, it was a long time later that I learned that he had a reputation and I wasn't the first new hire he initiated. I have moved on and moved to Portland. I have met this guy and that guy over the last several years, but I have my initiation imbedded in my memory. I try not to compare, but I do.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 54

    Love at first site.

    When I graduated from college I moved to be close to my college boyfriend. He is older and was already working and he talked about this girl who worked with him, he called her his work wife. One day he asked her to meet us for lunch at a restaurant in the mall. She came and was formal, giving me her hand, and he was formal and there was no hugging or kissing. She sat across from us and we talked business, his business, and just a little of personal stuff.

    Moving on, Christmas party at his work. He takes me and sits me beside her, he leaves us alone most of the night, going from table to table to chit chat with other coworkers, working the room. At this moment, I don't even know how the moment happened, I reached and took her hand to ask her a question, I held her hand on the table and we continued to talk and talk and talk and I still held her hand. She never took her hand away, and I learned she was single, no boyfriend ever, not interested. Our shoulders were touching, not because we were crowded, we were just close and our faces were an inch from each other and I could smell her perfume, her face was right there and I just kissed her lightly on the cheek. It was an impulse thing, our hands had turned over and our fingers were interlocked, her thumb running up and down my thumb.

    The little kiss on her mouth and we got up to go the restroom. I line we held hands, the restroom was full with only two stalls and she let me in with her and she sat down for her business looking up at me. When she was done we changed places and I sat down while she looked down at me and fixed my hair. We went back to our table, we never talked to anyone else, our hands together on her lap.

    When it was time to go home I asked her if she wanted to come and stay with us instead of going back to her apartment. She wasn't sure but I looked at her and told her I really wanted her to come with us I did not want the night to end. He made love to her not me. She slept with me not him. We spent all morning in the kitchen the next day fixing a lasagna for lunch. At one point we were facing each other and she leaned in and I kissed her on her mouth, it was a long kiss, her lips opened for me.

    After lunch she took a long nap with me, she touched my boobs and asked me if they belonged to him, I touched hers and asked her if her boobs belonged to him, same thing when we touched our faces, our legs and touched our nether parts down below. Always the same answer, I guess they belong to him. During our nap we kissed silently and held hands and when we were asleep we slept next to each other.

    In those days two women who expressed love to each other was not usual, and certainly not in public. It was easier to be two women with a common boyfriend that two girls in love. Living with him raised questions, but not like what we saw with other women couples or worse if they were men couples.

    We lived our life in the closet for a long time, we lived with him and he 'tolerated' us, but demanded that we be close to him and we were. Now today, he is passed and he left us comfortably well off and we travel a couple of times a year and no one asks about two women who are together, married to each other. We are out of the closet now, but we lived almost all our adult lives behind closed doors, being close to him.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Gay Male / 49

    When I was in college we had a neighbor who had a business selling homeopathic medicines. He kept to himself, but he did have visitors. I was home for a long weekend and I saw this young guy get out of a car and go in the house without knocking. From the upstairs bedroom you could see into their backyard and the back of their living room if their lights were on. I walked by the window and I saw the young man in his tidy whities and in that short moment the man walkup behind him embrace and start kissing his neck.

    I watched the man reach in his underwear and start to play with his cock, turn him around and kiss his mouth while his hands were inside his underwear grabbing his butt. They kissed for a long time, the man kissing on his neck and his face, his lips, until he got down and pulled his underwear down and sucked on his cock. With his underwear off, the man kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants and stepped out of them and the young man started to suck his cock, jacking him hard, and then sucking him and then turn and put his hands on the edge of this cabinet and the man got behind him and fucked him, a slow motion silent movie.

    My pants were wet, I had made myself cum. I spent that night reliving the moment, the kissing, the cock sucking and then the fucking in the living room. The man was gay and I had witnessed it. Over the weekend I saw the young man come and go, from time to time I saw him or the man walk across the living room, but I didn't witness any other act.

    I went back to college and relived the scene as I masturbated two or three times a day. I started to masturbate in the window, but I knew no one could see inside because of the tint and it was the third floor. When I went back for winter break I didn't see the young man again but I ran into the owner of the house. He told me he was having a Christmas party and we were invited, to ask my parents if they wanted to come. My parents declined but I had to see inside the house, there were about forty people there, all ages, men and women, after meeting a few they were all clients of his, trading stories of how his products helped them.

    I wandered around, found a room with workout equipment, another room that had an office in it, and the master bedroom which was no different than any other one I had seen before. I found the cabinet the young man had leaned against, I looked up and could clearly see the window of our house, if the lights were on you could see inside. I got chills, what if they had seen me watching them? But nothing happened, the party went on for about two hours, lots of food and drink and people broke off and went home. When I left the man said I was welcome anytime, he liked talking to college students, to come over if I got bored.

    From our window upstairs I didn't see anything again, and one day between Christmas and New Years I walked over and knocked on the door. He answered and let me in and asked what he could do for me and I reminded him that he said I could come over anytime. This time he showed me around the house including the master bedroom, in the master bath were these prints of naked Greek wrestlers, but when you got close it was men having sex with men. I stared, trying to get a better view and he watched me patiently and eventually commented that in Greece in those days it was customary for a boy to be given to a man to train, wrestling was naked and some of the boys must have enjoyed it very much, he showed me very faint the little erect penises.

    In his room he suggested I sit on his bed and he went and got a sofa table book, large black and white prints of Greek and Roman drawings and statues, he ran his finger over the statues to show me that at that time naked boys were not considered obscene, and quite frankly between a naked boy and a naked girl, boys were a lot more interesting. He had some more if I wanted to see, some other books, drawings in pencil of naked men in sport poses, pictures of naked men and boys from a long time ago, pencil drawings of naked men posing for a class, and then detailed pencil drawings of penises, him telling me they were magnificent. There just couldn't be anything more magnificent than a man in his prime with an erection, he laughed and said he had some products that helped keep an erection going and going, but at my age I probably didn't need it.

    When he pushed me back on the bed and put his hand on my face and kissed me he told me to lay still and just let him undress me and when we were naked we would be able to look at a lot more pictures of beautiful naked men, beautiful erections and dream of them, but first we had to get naked. I saw his cock, the same cock he had used to fuck the young man but it looked bigger now, he oiled it down and got it into a complete erection and asked me if I liked it, he took the warm oils and massaged me into an erection, with our hands on our erections we kissed again.

    He had more books, these had erotic gay sex pictures, drawings, and photographs, men performing oral sex, men fucking, young men with wistful looks on their faces with a body builder behind them, and all the time using the oils to keep us erect, he told me the oils were flavored, and he sucked my cock and asked me to suck his. It was a caramel like, strawberry like flavor and I remembered the young man sucking him and what happened next. But by then I was lost, the naked men in the books, the pictures of erect penises, being kissed, his hand on my cock, his mouth on my cock, my mouth on his cock, when he came back with more oils and used them to wash my bum side, he sued two fingers back and forth and then put his mouth on my bum and licked hard against me, he then told me to lay back and be a good boy and he got between my legs holding my legs up by the ankles and I felt his arrow pierce me sending a sharp shock through me. He leaned forward on me, my legs wide apart and he fucked me in and out, over and over again, he held my face with his hands, bent over and kissed me, and went back to fucking me. It seemed like a long time before he finished, he said that it was good protein and I would absorb it so not to worry.

    We lay naked for a while, he asked me if I wanted to watch a video and he put on a video of an old man running a young guy down and capturing him in a horse barn and fucking him, the boy screaming and the old man telling him to shut up. While I watched he sucked my cock, he told me that these oils helped to keep me hard longer and he beat me with his hand and sucked me with his mouth until I finally was able to cum. I stayed all afternoon, we watched several other videos, videos of young men being caught by the police or the enemy in war and they all made me hot. It was late, after dark when I finally got dressed and he kissed me for a long minute before letting me go back home.

    It was a long explanation of having spent so much time next door, I told my mother that he had been educating me on all his products and then I went up to my room to just lie on my bed. I could feel his cock in me still whenever I squeezed my asshole shut, it felt good, I still had the oils on my bum and my cock. I took some on my finger to taste what the oils were, fruity but a bit bitter, I left the taste in my mouth.

    From time to time when I was at college I got a book in the mail, or a pamphlet or a comic book. Not at all to leave out for others to find, erections, boys stuck to a horse or a bull, girls tied to a wagon wheel, men with whips and naked boys, old men kissing school boys, mostly art, but some black and white prints of hard erections. I have kept my gifts all these years, I visited my neighbor and learned all about special creams and oils, how to please a man, how to let myself be pleased by a man. Most of his product was sexually oriented, oils, creams, books, pamphlets, mail order toys, panties, whips and boots and training manuals, and his clients could not get enough. No wonder he lived well and he was always generous with me, never charging me a cent, everything he gave me for free.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 28

    I fell into this lesbian relationship and it has gone on now for over 5 years. I was heartbroken from being dumped by my then boyfriend and she was my roommate at the time and she held me. Just held me, sitting side by side with her arms around my shoulders. She tried to let go but I stopped her and asked her to keep holding me. I decided right then that it was better to be in her arms that some jerk's arms. I got in bed with her and told her to make love to me and wipe the memories of that jerk away.

    She was a lesbian and I knew it, way back from when we first met in college she came out to me, to tell me that she had feelings for me but I she would understand if I wasn't into her. Well, I lied to myself and told her I was a more into getting lucky with a dick than sleeping with her. But not anymore, once I went her way I stayed her way and I have not been with a dick since I got dumped by that jerk. She has even turned me on to ogling pretty girls we see on the street.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 25

    The truth about Stephanie. I first got a crush on her in the sixth grade, she sat beside me in class. She was primped up all the time, her dress was always starched and her hair was combed through and through. She had a real nice tone to her skin and she looked at me with crazy eyes. I didn't know it at the time, but I was wet around her all the time.

    I was good in athletics and played soccer and soft ball. The coach liked me and I was always having to do some extra work for her at the gym. She knew I liked Stephanie and she told me that girls like that were always looking for the man who could support them and she wasn't going to be any different.

    I was hooked and I made Stephanie let me sit beside her at lunch and I monopolized her whenever I could. My coach would tell me to leave her alone but I couldn't. One weekend in the seventh grade Stephanie invited me to go with her family on an overnight weekend trip to see her grandparents. My parents were not so sure but they caved but my coach was all over me for accepting. That day at school I got held by the coach and she told me that Stephanie wasn't one of us.

    At her grandmother's house I slept with Stephanie in one of the rooms. I watched her as she got undressed, taking off each piece and folding it before taking off the next piece until she was only her panties and she pulled on a nightgown. It was my turn and I did what she had done but I couldn't fold so she undid each piece I had folded and she folded it right while I stood in nothing but my panties. I took the top of my pijamas and put it on and got in bed with her without my pijama bottoms on.

    Her legs were real warm, and she asked me I wanted to pray with her, so we got out of bed and kneeled and prayed together and then got back in bed. She laid on her back and I was on my side looking at her. She looked at me and told me to tell her a love story, half way through that made up story I couldn't help it and I put my arms around her and just pulled to me as hard as I could, she maneuvered until she was comfortable and let me hold her like that for a long time until she said I needed to finish the story.

    When we woke up I was on my back and she was laying on me with her leg across my waist. Her eyes opened and she laid there not moving and I put my arm up around her and held her on me and she told me she liked the love story I had told her. We stayed in our waking up positions until we just couldn't hold it any more and got up to go pee.

    Stephanie never did date anyone else. We didn't call it dating, we called it hanging out together. My coach was the angry one, and when Stephanie and I moved on to become upper classman I got away from my coach. I never did really like her and if she had tried to make out with me I don't know what I would have done, probably gone crying to Stephanie.

    Stephanie is the boss lady in my life, even from back then when we were first sitting beside each other. We are an odd couple, she is still perfect in her dress and her hair and she pretty much decides what I should wear and how I should cut my hair. I don't really care, whatever makes her happy. I gave into her a long time ago. Stephanie never did look for some man to support her, that coach was wrong about that.

    I remember our first open kiss in high school It was Saturday afternoon when she came walking up the driveway at my house and told me to hurry up we were late and she didn't really want to have to tell me to get ready every time. She was driving her new Mustang that she had gotten for her sixteenth birthday. When I was sitting and buckled up, before she put the car in reverse she said that we weren't going anywhere until she got a kiss. She wanted a new kiss to break in her new car. It was mid afternoon on Saturday in the middle of our driveway and we kissed for a long time, then she put it in reverse and we went to meet our friends.

    The truth about Stephanie is that she was as much in love with me as I was in love with her, from that very first class when we sat beside each other.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 31

    I was fourteen and a church kid. All my outside activities were at church. Across the street from us a family from California moved in and they had a fourteen year old daughter and I was given the responsibility of being her friend. She and I were different from the start. For one she talked about boys, like about kissing boys and going to third base. When she asked me if I had been to third base and I told her no, I had never been to first base. But in spite of that we became friends, we rode the school bus together and sat together and had lunch together. She went with me to church a couple of times but she didn't like it and I went with her and her family to a couple of sport events but I didn't like it. What we had in common was that we went to school together.

    I was at her house and we were alone. We shouldn't have been there unsupervised, but we were. In the kitchen she got this mixing spoon with a round plastic handle and asked me if I had ever played with one. She had to explain how you played with that type of spoon. We went up to her room, she took off her pants and sat on the bed with her legs open and started to insert the spoon. At first nothing happened but she got wet and soon she was using the spoon to masturbate, she asked me to help and she laid back on the bed and grabbed her tits. I wasn't doing it right so she kept telling me to go faster and push it in further until she had an orgasm.

    Now it was my turn, she helped me pull my pants off and I got on the bed on my back and she opened my legs and found my vagina with the spoon and started to fuck me with it. She told me to open my shirt and she bent over and sucked my nipples while she fucked me, she used her other hand to rub my clit and she got me to have an orgasm. After I had my orgasm and I was laying on the bed she got on me and hugged me really hard and kissed my cheek. That was the start of my perversion.

    I shouldn't like a naked woman but I do. I shouldn't like being fucked with a dildo but I do. I shouldn't like having a woman suck my nipples but I do. I shouldn't like fingering a woman but I do. I shouldn't like being naked in bed with a woman but I do. I was a senior in college before I had a guy screw me. I liked that, but I like being with a woman more. I have been screwed by three men, one in college and two afterwards. I like it well enough. But if I am sitting just thinking about sex I don't think of them, I think of this blond woman with nice breasts who wants me to suck them and who likes to go down on me and I like to go down on her. I never think about having sex with a man. She is to me a perfect woman. She is not too tall and not too short, she is not too heavy and not too thin, she is not picture beautiful but she is personally beautiful, she doesn't like men and I don't really like men, and she likes me and I like her. She is my perversion.

    I am a Church Lady now, I teach Sunday School to seventh and eighth graders, I work on the Mission team, I am a Biology teacher in high school and I am quite perverted when it comes to sex and so is my lover, we do things that make me blush. But on the not so perverted moments, I like having her between my legs kissing me and humping against me. There is no penetration of course, but we know just how to rub together and we have sex that way. This comes from experience, we fit together just right.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Gay Male / 54

    So this goes back to those college days. It was my junior year and my brother was going to school up east and at the beginning of the summer break I decided that I would drive up to spend a week or two with him. I left Dallas early in the morning driving east on I-30, get to I-40 and head east until I got to I-85 . I had a several years old car in good condition, a little bit of money for gas and food, my idea was to drive straight thru. When I got to Nashville I was past being tired and I pulled into this gas station to fill up and across the street was a Denny's.

    I gassed up and went to the Denny's and there was a guy sitting on the curb with a sign that said he was heading to Roanoke. I talked to him, he was going home after being discharged from the Army. He was clean cut, I told him I was going to get a bite to eat and I would give him a lift if he drove so I could sleep and we would split the gas. I asked him to come in with me and get a bite or a cup of coffee so we could get to know each other. We sat in a booth for about an hour and got to along really well.

    Back in the car he took the steering wheel and we headed east again, crossing Tennessee, it was late, really late and he said that he needed to keep on talking because he had been awake all day and the driving was getting to him. We stopped in Knoxville and got a room in a motel along the highway.

    I won't bore you with all the little details, he was there and he did something to me, seeing him in his shorts, still skin and bones from the army, his dick clearly marked against his shorts and me sitting on one of the beds. I said what the hell to myself, worse thing is he would get pissed and leave but this was my chance if ever I had a chance, a total stranger and I asked him if I could suck his dick.

    He asked me if I was some sort of queer and I told him I wasn't queer I just wanted to suck his dick, to see what it was like. Well he was queer and he put his dick in my mouth and held my head while I sucked him. He stopped me and took his shorts off and got on his bed and invited me to get over there with him and take of my clothes and we were naked and I was sucking his dick while he ran his hands up and down my side and my legs and around my ass and under my stomach to grab my dick. He pushed me over and got down and sucked my dick for a while and started to give me a hand job and asked me to give him a hand job while he started to kiss my neck and chest and face until he landed one right on my mouth. He got me on my back and told me he hoped I liked it, he went to his bag and got a jar of KY and brought it over and got between my legs and using the KY to lube me up he took his time until he managed to get his dick in me up to his balls and fuck away until he lost his load.

    I had never really been around a queer guy before, and him wanting me to sleep with him and kissing me was all very strange after we had sex, I wasn't used to it but he insisted so we sept together in the bed. In the morning he insisted on showering together and giving each other head, he asked me if I wanted another go around because he did, this time since we were showered he sucked me first and licked up my asshole before lubing me up again and getting on and fucking me again. It just seemed that the second time his dick went in a whole lot easier and the feeling of getting fucked was a lot more intense. After he came he laid down on top of me and he told me to grab his ass really tight and while he held me hard with his arms around my neck.

    We drove to Roanoke and we spent the night there at a motel before dropping him off at his sister's house. The second night was a repeat of the first night except a whole lot better, really enjoying the closeness, the hugging and kissing, the dick play, the sucking and then finishing with a fucking again. I went on to my brother's and spent a couple of weeks with him. I had thought that I would stop in Roanoke on the way back but decided that I had already played with the devil and didn't stop.

    Maybe my luck would have been different if I hadn't stumbled by luck on a totally gay army guy, maybe I would have gotten beaten up, maybe I would never have found out just how much I liked fucking with a guy, maybe I would have spent a long time without ever having experienced what was obviously my gay side. Maybe I was gay anyway and I would have met some guy along the way, but my way was better, a young hot hard mother fucker who just hit the jack pot and had a young gay wanabe who needed to get fucked for the first time. Who knows, but I am glad that it worked out for me. It broke the ice, I wasn't window shopping anymore and the next time I found myself with a guy I showed him I wasn't some inexperienced college kid wanting to suck his dick.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Gay Male / 18

    I'm not really 18 but don't worry, there isn't anything sexually explicit here. I'm actually 16 years old and in high school and I'm a sophomore. Last night I came out to my parents. They are very religious and devout so I half expected them to blow up and kick me out and disown me and call me all sorts of horrible names. So I was very very nervous but I just could not keep it a secret any more. I have a boyfriend and I want to marry him and I want to be able to have him over.

    So I sat my parents down and told them I have an announcement. My dad could see I was nervous so he asked "are you a Democrat?" I said no. He said "Whew! O.K. well that's the worst it could be." Then he said, "did you get a girl pregnant?" I said no and he said "O.K. then that's the next worse thing." Then he asked if I broke any laws or are on drugs and I said "no." and then he said he couldn't think of anything that would upset him and my mom besides those things and then he said "you don't worship Satan do you?" I said "no." and then I just blurted out "I'm gay!"

    Both my parents smiled and said they already knew and were actually afraid I'd come out as a Democrat which they just would not accept. They even joked about a intervention clinic they knew about that deprogrammed Democrats that was similar to rahab.

    The next thing my parents want to know is if I've got a boy friend. When I tell them yes they want to know why I didn't ever invite him over and that they want to meet him.

    Last night was about the most surreal and bizarre night of my life. I completely expected them to become furious and in fact I already packed all my bags expecting to be kicked out.

    My Mom is already planning the wedding and my dad, naive as he is, wants to know if I'm going to be wearing a wedding dress and if I want him to give me away. Well I suppose since my boyfriend is 27 and a top and I am quite effeminate I would take the feminine role but I'm not really a cross dresser and am still explaining all that to my parents.

    I was prepared to never be hugged by my parents again and last night they double hugged me and didn't let go for nearly an hour. I had to break it up just to go pee. then we broke the news to my big sister who laughed and said she'd known for years and even had discussed it with my mother and finally we broke it to my little brother whose 12 and he says "so what? who cares" and went back to his video game.

    I guess I'm lucky. I hope this is what they mean by the new south.

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    Gay Male / 34

    A close encounter of the forbidden kind. New to town with a new job out of college I went to the Wells Fargo branch to open an account. The cashier behind the counter asked a thousand questions which I attributed to a sort of background check without sounding pushy. I told him where I was staying and he suggested that there were much better places and gave me the name of the complex he was living in. As the months went by and I did my banking I always tried to bank with him and we always had a nice conversation. When my six month lease ran out I went and checked out his apartment complex and rented a one bedroom overlooking one of the pools. I had a job, a little money, a nice place, a not so nice car, but I was doing OK for myself.

    My friend the cashier, I will call him Joe, showed me around the area, a couple of bars, restaurants, shopping. One evening he was over at my place before we were going to go out and he just casually dropped that he was gay. I suppose that I knew that but I had not really focused on that. I sort of said something like so what after which he turned to me and said he wanted to have a relationship with me, to go with me.

    Silence took over, he apologized and told me he thought maybe he had misread the singles but he thought that maybe I liked him. I answered telling him that yes I liked him, he was my only friend in town. He asked me straight out if I was gay and I had to answer no. That ended my relationship with him, we didn't go out together again.

    Two years later I am out with a guy from work and he suggested we got to this bar that he knew about. We went in, it was obviously a gay bar, he stood me against a wall and went over to the bar to get us a beer. We stood there drinking our beer in silence until he stepped in front of me and said he wanted to dance. I let him walk me onto the dance floor and started to dance with him, he got into it and he was a good dancer but I just couldn't do it. A slow dance came on and he put his arm around my neck and pulled me up to him and he told me to ease up because we were going to have sex that night. The kiss felt like it lasted forever.

    After going from one gay bar to another we went back to his apartment and he pushed me to take my clothes off and get on the bed. Everything that happened from that moment on was him, I hardly responded, when he wanted sex he put me in the position he wanted me to be in and he a couple of minutes later he was having sex with me. We spent the night, spent part of the day the next day together, we had lunch at this obviously gay pizza parlor, he introduced me to some of his gay friends.

    Several months into my new life I decided to see if I could find Joe from Wells Fargo. A cashier from the branch where I used to live told me where he was working so one day I went over there. He recognized me and in the short half a minute I had with him I told him he was right, he had not misread the signals. Seeing Joe was hard, whatever there was has gone away but remembering hasn't. Deep down I haven't let go of him, not even after these ten years.

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