Posts made by dickcummings

I've never hidden my porn :afr:. However, I tend to keep my cum rags & sex toys away from prying eyes  :crazy2:, if needed  :cheers: The average person might have difficulties with a gay man's survival kit  :police:

@addic2porn:

Just little part of dick… I am shy 

I just pull my entire package out beyond the balls, no difference if @ home or in public.  :cheers:

@ChicanoDag:

I used to think that I was straight.  Than I thought I was gay.  Than Bisexual.  Now I just don't care.

I am now 45.  I first came out as gay when I was 17.  I remember my mom looking me in the eyes and calmly saying "no you're not."  To this day, I don't think she has ever changed this opinion.

All my life I have been referred to as "straight" and "straight acting."  No matter how loudly I declare that I love sucking cock and swallowing jizz. I once worked at a gay bookstore and the customers constantly referred to me as "the straight clerk."  While I worked at the post office, I said I was gay.  I was told that there was no policy against dating co-workers and that I didn't need to pretend to be gay.  When a neighbor recently found out i was gay he said, "You hide it very well."  All this annoys me greatly.

As a young man I often wore skirts and fishnet stockings.  It's true that I also wore combat boots, had a mohawk and was eager to get into physical fights.  I would look people in the eyes and tell them I love getting fucked in the ass.  Ready to strike back if they tried to put me in my place. And I guess that's what makes me "straight acting."  But I resent that.  I resent that aggression makes me a "man."  That defiance makes me "straight."

The first time I got hit on by a straight guy I was still a teenager.  17 or 19.  Friends and I would go camping on the weekends.  We'd drag bottles of liquor with us as well as our camping gear.  Sometimes we'd get blackout drunk.  Once I was sharing my tent with a friend.  In the middle of the night he woke me up and wanted to have sex.  I didn't believe he was serious, told him to shut the fuck up and went back to sleep.  The next day he wouldn't look me in the eye.  Wouldn't talk to me.  And sulked at the edge of our campsite.  That's when I understood that he had been serious.  Than I loudly announced that I had drank so much the previous night, that I couldn't remember anything that happened.  Well that worked.  He became my friend again.  Laughing along with the rest of us.

The most traumatic time happened when I was in my early thirties.  I had a close friend who became separated from his wife.  This was a really good friend of mine.  Than one New Year's Eve party we were drinking and talking and laughing together.  Next thing I knew, I was in the middle of a kiss.  Man, that kiss was the best I ever had.  Physical and emotional and warm and comforting.  He took me back to his place and we spent that New Years fucking each other.  The next time I saw him after that was with a group of friends almost all of whom were at that New Year's Eve party.  My friend immediately began reasserting his "straightness."  I remember one of our friends saying "Looks like someone's gone back into the closet."  The next few months were a combination of heaven and hell.  Alone, he was gentle and affectionate.  As soon as someone else appeared, he would literally push me away.  I couldn't take it.  I ended the relationship and moved from the area.

A few days ago, a neighbor was over my house.  If you're over my house, I will push food onto you.  Alcohol.  Soft drinks.  Juice.  If  you're a guest at my house, what's mine is yours.  Well, I was sharing a bottle of liquor with this guy.  We talked about politics.  Current events.  Personal history.  Than he started repeating over and over that he wasn't gay.  Okay.  I didn't care.  He knew I was. He was a homophobe when we met.  Than I became one of the "good gays," whatever that means.  I don't think he's a homophobe anymore.  He asks questions.  I answer them.  (Last time he was over he asked what caused gayness.  I said I didn't know and I didn't care.  No-one has the right to tell me I can't fuck men.)  Well we ended up in my kitchen.  Standing.  Facing each other.  He kept repeating that he wasn't gay.  Had no interest in guys.  That gay sex disgusted him.  "Thou dost protest too much," I thought.  Than he leaned in very close.  And whispered in my ear, "I want to fuck you."  And so I walked him to his house.  He was stumble down drunk.  At his front door, his wife thanked me for seeing him home safe.  And I went home and went to bed.  Next morning, all the memories of the night flooded back.  And it felt like an ice pick in my heart.

I don't know what I mean by this post.  What, if anything, I'm asking.  Maybe just venting.

One of the most fascinating experiences I've ever read here. Better then so-called 'stories', but than - this is from real life  :hug: I'd fuck you as well, but I'm not straight