Reading some of the stuff on here, I guess I was a late bloomer, but it wasn't from lack of trying. I knew I was hot for guys since I was in junior high school, but I never felt like trying anything with my friends. The one or two guys that I did know that were cute enough to want to do it with were real straight arrows and I never had the guts to any more than jerk off while thinking about them. As a result, I didn't have my first time until after I had graduated school and started working and moved out on my own.
One night after work I stopped off at one of the porny bookstores to see if there was anything I felt like buying. There wasn't, so I decided to check out some of the loops in the booths. In those days, the holes were covered up with anything, but despite my horniness, I'd never done anything in one of them. This particular night, I was standing there rubbing my dick through my pants, and I saw a big dick come though the hole on the right. I wanted to play with it sooo bad, but I thought this was sleazy and I was very nervous. It disappeared as soon as my quarter ran out and the lights came on, and since I was nervous, I decided to go home and beat off. As it happened, he came out of his booth the same time I came out of mine, and I got a good look at the guy. He was very handsome, about my age, dressed in a suit just like I was. He was almost the exact opposite of me.
I'm dark-haired and he was blonde. I'm brown-eyed and he was blue. He was cleanshaven, I had a 'stache. I would have liked to invite him home with me but I was too scared and I didn't know exactly how to do it or whether he'd be interested or whether he was an axe murdered or anything. My dick was so hard it hurt, but I was scared. I left and went out and down the subway stairs that were right there, and only started to relax once I was on the platform. That didn't last long though, because I turned around - after looking to see if the train was coming - to see him standing behind me. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, that's how nervous I was. My hard-on also came back, so I was really getting conflicting signals here. There weren't too many people on the platform, and I guess I was looking at him as often as he was looking at me. Once I found myself willing to participate in this, I realized I was more horny than nervous, and I started to calm myself down. Maybe this is how guys meet each other, I thought. It took all the courage I had to do what I did next.
I walked over next to him and asked if he had the time. As soon as I said it, I realized how stupid that sounded. He gave me the time, and smiled at me. I smiled back and said thanks. We just looked at each other for a minute, and he said, "Guess you didn't see anything upstairs?" I turned beet red, and said no. He said, "Me either," and then after a brief pause, "except you." If it was possible to turn redder, I did, but I managed to say thanks for the compliment. I tried to compose myself, and then said that I thought he was very goodlooking too. Then came the big moment: he asked if I wanted to go home with him. I said yes. The train didn't take too long, and he lived in an area that I knew (which I was happy about in case I had to leave in a hurry). As he closed his apartment door, he didn't even turn on the lights, he just turned and grabbed me, hugging me, and I nearly creamed myself right then and there.
He hugged and kissed me, and then fell to his knees on the floor right in the foyer, opened my belt and unzipped my fly, and pulled my pants and briefs right down and sucked my dick into his mouth. It felt so good I almost passed out - and I had no idea of what I should be doing! It must have showed, because he took my dick out of his mouth and asked what was the matter. "Nothing," I said, and then admitted, "I've never done this before." He stood up and gave me an odd look. "Then it's time we made up for it. Let's do it right." Right there in the hallway he took off my jacket, then unbuttoned my shirt and made me step out of my pants and briefs, which were down to my ankles.
I kicked off my own shoes, and found myself standing there in just my socks, with a big hard-on jutting out from between my legs. Then he said, "Now you undress me." It was strange taking the clothes off another man, and my hard dick kept brushing against him, causing me to shudder everytime. I had to stand behind him to unbutton the buttons on his shirt and undo his belt, but then I moved around to his front to take everything off. I tossed his clothes where he'd thrown mine, right on the arm of the couch by the door. He did his own shoes, and when he started to take off his socks, I did the same thing, and we were both standing there naked in the foyer with hard cocks. Now I had a chance to look at his body, and I guess he was doing the same thing to me. Once again, we were still opposites. I had a really hairy chest, and he was very smooth. I was cut, he looked uncut (I'd read enough porny magazines to be able to spot one, though this was the first one I'd ever seen). My groin was really hairy, and he only had a small patch of blonde hair right over his shlong.
My dick was long and only average thick, but his was thicker and not quite as long. I couldn't believe I was standing there naked with another naked man, finally! All of a sudden he reached out and grabbed my dick, and pulled me by it right into his bedroom. It looked like mine - a mess - but I didn't care. He pushed me down on the bed and then kneeled down between my legs and took my dick into his mouth again. Again I felt like I'd pass out, and I guess he was experienced enough to know it, because he let go quickly, and hopped onto the bed with me, pushing me down. He climbed on top of me and started kissing me, sticking his tongue into my mouth, and grinding our cocks together between our crotches. This was hot! I felt him reach down for a minute and take his cock and push it between my legs. It felt great - I could feel it up against my balls and between my legs, and my cock was rubbing against his lower stomach and the little patch of hair above his meat. It felt great! He went back to kissing me and I could feel him thrusting up and down between my legs, like I was a woman and he was fucking me.
I guess he thought so too, because he growled and groaned and stiffened up, and I could feel it getting wet down there - he had come between my legs! As soon as I felt his body relax from the orgasm, he swung around and sucking my dick into his mouth again. This time he didn't stop, and too fast, I came. It felt like I was turning inside out, and I must have really shot more than usual, because he (the experienced one), gagged a little and I could see the cum dripping out of his mouth. After we both finished, we didn't say too much to each other. We got dressed and exchanged phone numbers, but he never called me and I never had the guts to call him.
This happened to me when I about 14. At that time, while I had had repressed thoughts about men once in a while, I thought myself "straight." Occasionally, though, my eyes would gravitated to a man's crotch and I'd try to make out his dick and balls in 1/2 second or less, or I'd look at a friend's dick while he pissed -- in an even shorter length of time. When I DID think of men, it was usually in terms of fellow teenagers because to me, the adult sex world was an unreachable, forbidden place. After all, the adults were the morality setters, and it was they who enforced it. This one special summer, I didn't know it, but I was going to visit that adult sex world whether I wanted to or not!
At that time, my family lived in an apartment building that was attached to 2 other buildings. In the back, the buildings shared long fire escapes on each floor, like iron balconies, that ran from house to house, window to window. That summer, the family that lived next to us moved out and a couple of "bachelors" moved in. One day, I was sitting on the fire escape, bored with nothing to do, so I decided to look into the window next door and try to see the new neighbors. The idea was to look in by "accidently" glancing in that direction -- since it's impolite (and illegal?) to purposely look into a person's window. So I slowly and casually walked in front of the window, with my back to it, and took a fast look. I couldn't believe what I saw!: There was a naked man standing there, looking at me, stroking his huge stiff cock. It was the first time I saw a naked man, and the first time I saw a hard-on other than my own.
After I recovered from the shock, I took another quick look. He was a good looking guy about 30, with a good shape, tanned, sandy hair and blue or gray eyes. He had been waiting for me all this time to come and look in his window. Having realized what I had seen, my cock raced down the side of my leg, creating a long and painful mound in my tight jeans. I was burning-hot and very scared at the same time; after all, my parents were only a few feet away in the next room and I wasn't prepared for this! Since it was no longer secret that we were looking at each other, I boldly took longer glances -- still not believing what I was seeing. I looked at his broad, handsome shoulders and well-developed pecs, covered with soft-looking chest hair. His chest hair concentrated a little as it surrounded his nipples. It then stampeded downward to his deep navel, then still downward, to join his pubic hair.
Out of this sandy-brown forest stood his mighty rod, waiting impatiently to explode. Underneath were his brown balls, firm and big. He kept stroking with a twisting, wringing motion, and I wondered how he could do it for so long without cumming. As I looked at it, mesmerized, I realized that that was what I always wanted; that this was the way it was supposed to be; that looking at him and being hot was "right". The thing was so big, so hard, so hairy; to have it thrust upon me under those circumstances was really cruel. It wasn't the guy's fault, of course, but circumstances. I didn't know what to do. I watched for a while, then went back into the house, went into the bathroom, and jerked off a couple of times. I was so happy because I realized that I had access to an adult, naked male that I could look whenever I wanted to, then jerk off later. The idea of making actual, physical contact was non-existent.
It took me days to whip up the courage to go to his window again. First, I had to wait for darkness (I wasn't about to look again in broad daylight!); then, I had to wait for my family to be out -- it wasn't easy. This time it would be obvious that I WANTED to look again -- badly -- which was an admission to myself and to the man himself, that I was gay. Even though he, too, was gay, it bothered me as a 14-year-old that some- one else should know I was gay. Anyway, my blood was on fire and I had no choice -- I HAD to look. Eventually I DID whip up the courage, and I did it in the same shy manner. But the guy was there--he was ALWAYS there! (In hindsight, wouldn't YOU be always available for a hot, 14-year-old?) The first few times I just watched as he jerked-off and came on the window sill; that really sent me to the bath room! Then later on, on one special and daring night when my folks weren't home and wouldn't be home for a while, I sneaked up to his window and looked in. This night he was busy doing something but as always, he was stark naked.
I purposely made a little noise on the fire escape and he quickly dropped everything to come to the window. He began to rub his cock and within seconds had his giant hard-on going. I looked at him and he looked at me and we both had a roaring fire going. This night though I finally had to do something besides just look and sizzle, so I knelt down on his window sill, opened my belt and zipper, pull down my jockeys and offered my steel-hard cock. He didn't waste any time and engulfed my cock with his hot mouth. I couldn't believe the sensation. The heat of his mouth, the skillful strokes, the wetness, his rough tongue around my cock -- it made stroking with my hand SO ordinary! And to have my balls enveloped by his hot, wet mouth! I expected him to suck me for a while and that would be it, but he kept right on going and going and I began to worry because I knew I'd be coming VERY soon.
But then I thought: "Wait a minute. This guy's an ADULT -- a real "gay" -- he knows what's he's doing. So I let what cums natural, happen. I felt my orgasm building up at the base of my brain and heading for the bottom of my spine. It welled up all over me and headed toward the tip of my cock. My balls burned in anticipation. It was an incredible cum. I thought every fluid inside me was heading for his mouth. On and on it went; wave after wave, spurt after spurt. The man moaned as he got my load. Eventually, on another night, I grew bolder and I finally went into his apartment through the window. I took my shirt off and dropped my pants and shorts. My cock was so hard it pointed up. Instinctively I knew what to do. We rubbed our balls together and held each other tight; we felt each other and frenched like crazy. I finally went down and got to take his big one in my mouth. It was the first time I had a man's cock in my mouth and I STILL rememder the taste and sensation. I was surprised at how big it was once it was in my mouth. I knew it was what I always wanted.
I remember looking down the shaft at all his pubic hair; coming at me then moving away. I remember disbelieving what was happening and concentrating on this mass of hot, hard meat in my mouth. Never considering taking a load at that time, I stood up again and continued rubbing balls again and frenching. Eventually I shot my load into his mouth, again. Being new, everything was a "first" for me. One night, while we were going at it hot & heavy, he took my rod and shoved it up his ass. Before then, it never occurred to me that this was a possible way to have sex. So here was another "thing to do". It felt great! I started to hump instinctively and I humped away, feeling my cock going back and forth through something inside that surrounded my cock's head -- it drove me crazy. The experience being new and the sensation being so intense, I came quickly with a long, hot frenzy.
I felt my load squirting into his deep, endless chamber. Man! Was it great! Having done this, he indicated (we almost never spoke; it was always sex, sex, sex!) that he wanted to have his turn and try and fuck me, too; so, being new to this and being anxious to please the guy, I turned around and offered my tight, virgin ass. It was a good try but forget it; it was too painful. I didn't know how to relax and the guy was way too big. He seemed to anticipate this because he didn't insist and stopped right away. He knew I was new to it. Instead, he held my naked body close to his and jerked off. As you can imagine, I was pretty comfortable by now with these meetings. I went to the fire escape several times a week when the opportunity came around. "Graduation" day came when I walked through his front door, stripped, and for the first time got in bed with a man.
Before then, it was always stand-up sex with the guy. Being totally naked with him for the first time, I was overwhelmed by the sensation of feeling another naked body rubbing next to mine. Every part of me felt a piece of him. The idea that I was there with him, alone, in his apartment drove me wild. I realized that we were hidden from the world; that no one knew we were there; that this moment was limitless; that my choices were limitless; that we were doing something terrifically "dirty"; that we each were selfishly satisfying our own hunger. The knowledge of these things sent my mind into outer space. It was a frenzy but it wasn't a mindless one -- he made sure the pace didn't get out of hand. It was too bad that I was so young then and living with my parents; it would've been an unbelievable night if I were able to stay the whole night. But at least we saw each other A LOT that summer. I never did find out why he was always home (we hardly ever spoke), but I knew he had a lover who, unlike him, wore a suit and carried an attache case, so he probably was a "kept" man. He, however, always wore jeans and a black leather jacket on the street -- and was ALWAYS tan. My gang of friends would point to him and say, "See that guy over there? -- He's a queer!" I'd look at him and smile inside and know he'd be at the window later.
One night after work I stopped off at one of the porny bookstores to see if there was anything I felt like buying. There wasn't, so I decided to check out some of the loops in the booths. In those days, the holes were covered up with anything, but despite my horniness, I'd never done anything in one of them. This particular night, I was standing there rubbing my dick through my pants, and I saw a big dick come though the hole on the right. I wanted to play with it sooo bad, but I thought this was sleazy and I was very nervous. It disappeared as soon as my quarter ran out and the lights came on, and since I was nervous, I decided to go home and beat off. As it happened, he came out of his booth the same time I came out of mine, and I got a good look at the guy. He was very handsome, about my age, dressed in a suit just like I was. He was almost the exact opposite of me.
I'm dark-haired and he was blonde. I'm brown-eyed and he was blue. He was cleanshaven, I had a 'stache. I would have liked to invite him home with me but I was too scared and I didn't know exactly how to do it or whether he'd be interested or whether he was an axe murdered or anything. My dick was so hard it hurt, but I was scared. I left and went out and down the subway stairs that were right there, and only started to relax once I was on the platform. That didn't last long though, because I turned around - after looking to see if the train was coming - to see him standing behind me. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, that's how nervous I was. My hard-on also came back, so I was really getting conflicting signals here. There weren't too many people on the platform, and I guess I was looking at him as often as he was looking at me. Once I found myself willing to participate in this, I realized I was more horny than nervous, and I started to calm myself down. Maybe this is how guys meet each other, I thought. It took all the courage I had to do what I did next.
I walked over next to him and asked if he had the time. As soon as I said it, I realized how stupid that sounded. He gave me the time, and smiled at me. I smiled back and said thanks. We just looked at each other for a minute, and he said, "Guess you didn't see anything upstairs?" I turned beet red, and said no. He said, "Me either," and then after a brief pause, "except you." If it was possible to turn redder, I did, but I managed to say thanks for the compliment. I tried to compose myself, and then said that I thought he was very goodlooking too. Then came the big moment: he asked if I wanted to go home with him. I said yes. The train didn't take too long, and he lived in an area that I knew (which I was happy about in case I had to leave in a hurry). As he closed his apartment door, he didn't even turn on the lights, he just turned and grabbed me, hugging me, and I nearly creamed myself right then and there.
He hugged and kissed me, and then fell to his knees on the floor right in the foyer, opened my belt and unzipped my fly, and pulled my pants and briefs right down and sucked my dick into his mouth. It felt so good I almost passed out - and I had no idea of what I should be doing! It must have showed, because he took my dick out of his mouth and asked what was the matter. "Nothing," I said, and then admitted, "I've never done this before." He stood up and gave me an odd look. "Then it's time we made up for it. Let's do it right." Right there in the hallway he took off my jacket, then unbuttoned my shirt and made me step out of my pants and briefs, which were down to my ankles.
I kicked off my own shoes, and found myself standing there in just my socks, with a big hard-on jutting out from between my legs. Then he said, "Now you undress me." It was strange taking the clothes off another man, and my hard dick kept brushing against him, causing me to shudder everytime. I had to stand behind him to unbutton the buttons on his shirt and undo his belt, but then I moved around to his front to take everything off. I tossed his clothes where he'd thrown mine, right on the arm of the couch by the door. He did his own shoes, and when he started to take off his socks, I did the same thing, and we were both standing there naked in the foyer with hard cocks. Now I had a chance to look at his body, and I guess he was doing the same thing to me. Once again, we were still opposites. I had a really hairy chest, and he was very smooth. I was cut, he looked uncut (I'd read enough porny magazines to be able to spot one, though this was the first one I'd ever seen). My groin was really hairy, and he only had a small patch of blonde hair right over his shlong.
My dick was long and only average thick, but his was thicker and not quite as long. I couldn't believe I was standing there naked with another naked man, finally! All of a sudden he reached out and grabbed my dick, and pulled me by it right into his bedroom. It looked like mine - a mess - but I didn't care. He pushed me down on the bed and then kneeled down between my legs and took my dick into his mouth again. Again I felt like I'd pass out, and I guess he was experienced enough to know it, because he let go quickly, and hopped onto the bed with me, pushing me down. He climbed on top of me and started kissing me, sticking his tongue into my mouth, and grinding our cocks together between our crotches. This was hot! I felt him reach down for a minute and take his cock and push it between my legs. It felt great - I could feel it up against my balls and between my legs, and my cock was rubbing against his lower stomach and the little patch of hair above his meat. It felt great! He went back to kissing me and I could feel him thrusting up and down between my legs, like I was a woman and he was fucking me.
I guess he thought so too, because he growled and groaned and stiffened up, and I could feel it getting wet down there - he had come between my legs! As soon as I felt his body relax from the orgasm, he swung around and sucking my dick into his mouth again. This time he didn't stop, and too fast, I came. It felt like I was turning inside out, and I must have really shot more than usual, because he (the experienced one), gagged a little and I could see the cum dripping out of his mouth. After we both finished, we didn't say too much to each other. We got dressed and exchanged phone numbers, but he never called me and I never had the guts to call him.
This happened to me when I about 14. At that time, while I had had repressed thoughts about men once in a while, I thought myself "straight." Occasionally, though, my eyes would gravitated to a man's crotch and I'd try to make out his dick and balls in 1/2 second or less, or I'd look at a friend's dick while he pissed -- in an even shorter length of time. When I DID think of men, it was usually in terms of fellow teenagers because to me, the adult sex world was an unreachable, forbidden place. After all, the adults were the morality setters, and it was they who enforced it. This one special summer, I didn't know it, but I was going to visit that adult sex world whether I wanted to or not!
At that time, my family lived in an apartment building that was attached to 2 other buildings. In the back, the buildings shared long fire escapes on each floor, like iron balconies, that ran from house to house, window to window. That summer, the family that lived next to us moved out and a couple of "bachelors" moved in. One day, I was sitting on the fire escape, bored with nothing to do, so I decided to look into the window next door and try to see the new neighbors. The idea was to look in by "accidently" glancing in that direction -- since it's impolite (and illegal?) to purposely look into a person's window. So I slowly and casually walked in front of the window, with my back to it, and took a fast look. I couldn't believe what I saw!: There was a naked man standing there, looking at me, stroking his huge stiff cock. It was the first time I saw a naked man, and the first time I saw a hard-on other than my own.
After I recovered from the shock, I took another quick look. He was a good looking guy about 30, with a good shape, tanned, sandy hair and blue or gray eyes. He had been waiting for me all this time to come and look in his window. Having realized what I had seen, my cock raced down the side of my leg, creating a long and painful mound in my tight jeans. I was burning-hot and very scared at the same time; after all, my parents were only a few feet away in the next room and I wasn't prepared for this! Since it was no longer secret that we were looking at each other, I boldly took longer glances -- still not believing what I was seeing. I looked at his broad, handsome shoulders and well-developed pecs, covered with soft-looking chest hair. His chest hair concentrated a little as it surrounded his nipples. It then stampeded downward to his deep navel, then still downward, to join his pubic hair.
Out of this sandy-brown forest stood his mighty rod, waiting impatiently to explode. Underneath were his brown balls, firm and big. He kept stroking with a twisting, wringing motion, and I wondered how he could do it for so long without cumming. As I looked at it, mesmerized, I realized that that was what I always wanted; that this was the way it was supposed to be; that looking at him and being hot was "right". The thing was so big, so hard, so hairy; to have it thrust upon me under those circumstances was really cruel. It wasn't the guy's fault, of course, but circumstances. I didn't know what to do. I watched for a while, then went back into the house, went into the bathroom, and jerked off a couple of times. I was so happy because I realized that I had access to an adult, naked male that I could look whenever I wanted to, then jerk off later. The idea of making actual, physical contact was non-existent.
It took me days to whip up the courage to go to his window again. First, I had to wait for darkness (I wasn't about to look again in broad daylight!); then, I had to wait for my family to be out -- it wasn't easy. This time it would be obvious that I WANTED to look again -- badly -- which was an admission to myself and to the man himself, that I was gay. Even though he, too, was gay, it bothered me as a 14-year-old that some- one else should know I was gay. Anyway, my blood was on fire and I had no choice -- I HAD to look. Eventually I DID whip up the courage, and I did it in the same shy manner. But the guy was there--he was ALWAYS there! (In hindsight, wouldn't YOU be always available for a hot, 14-year-old?) The first few times I just watched as he jerked-off and came on the window sill; that really sent me to the bath room! Then later on, on one special and daring night when my folks weren't home and wouldn't be home for a while, I sneaked up to his window and looked in. This night he was busy doing something but as always, he was stark naked.
I purposely made a little noise on the fire escape and he quickly dropped everything to come to the window. He began to rub his cock and within seconds had his giant hard-on going. I looked at him and he looked at me and we both had a roaring fire going. This night though I finally had to do something besides just look and sizzle, so I knelt down on his window sill, opened my belt and zipper, pull down my jockeys and offered my steel-hard cock. He didn't waste any time and engulfed my cock with his hot mouth. I couldn't believe the sensation. The heat of his mouth, the skillful strokes, the wetness, his rough tongue around my cock -- it made stroking with my hand SO ordinary! And to have my balls enveloped by his hot, wet mouth! I expected him to suck me for a while and that would be it, but he kept right on going and going and I began to worry because I knew I'd be coming VERY soon.
But then I thought: "Wait a minute. This guy's an ADULT -- a real "gay" -- he knows what's he's doing. So I let what cums natural, happen. I felt my orgasm building up at the base of my brain and heading for the bottom of my spine. It welled up all over me and headed toward the tip of my cock. My balls burned in anticipation. It was an incredible cum. I thought every fluid inside me was heading for his mouth. On and on it went; wave after wave, spurt after spurt. The man moaned as he got my load. Eventually, on another night, I grew bolder and I finally went into his apartment through the window. I took my shirt off and dropped my pants and shorts. My cock was so hard it pointed up. Instinctively I knew what to do. We rubbed our balls together and held each other tight; we felt each other and frenched like crazy. I finally went down and got to take his big one in my mouth. It was the first time I had a man's cock in my mouth and I STILL rememder the taste and sensation. I was surprised at how big it was once it was in my mouth. I knew it was what I always wanted.
I remember looking down the shaft at all his pubic hair; coming at me then moving away. I remember disbelieving what was happening and concentrating on this mass of hot, hard meat in my mouth. Never considering taking a load at that time, I stood up again and continued rubbing balls again and frenching. Eventually I shot my load into his mouth, again. Being new, everything was a "first" for me. One night, while we were going at it hot & heavy, he took my rod and shoved it up his ass. Before then, it never occurred to me that this was a possible way to have sex. So here was another "thing to do". It felt great! I started to hump instinctively and I humped away, feeling my cock going back and forth through something inside that surrounded my cock's head -- it drove me crazy. The experience being new and the sensation being so intense, I came quickly with a long, hot frenzy.
I felt my load squirting into his deep, endless chamber. Man! Was it great! Having done this, he indicated (we almost never spoke; it was always sex, sex, sex!) that he wanted to have his turn and try and fuck me, too; so, being new to this and being anxious to please the guy, I turned around and offered my tight, virgin ass. It was a good try but forget it; it was too painful. I didn't know how to relax and the guy was way too big. He seemed to anticipate this because he didn't insist and stopped right away. He knew I was new to it. Instead, he held my naked body close to his and jerked off. As you can imagine, I was pretty comfortable by now with these meetings. I went to the fire escape several times a week when the opportunity came around. "Graduation" day came when I walked through his front door, stripped, and for the first time got in bed with a man.
Before then, it was always stand-up sex with the guy. Being totally naked with him for the first time, I was overwhelmed by the sensation of feeling another naked body rubbing next to mine. Every part of me felt a piece of him. The idea that I was there with him, alone, in his apartment drove me wild. I realized that we were hidden from the world; that no one knew we were there; that this moment was limitless; that my choices were limitless; that we were doing something terrifically "dirty"; that we each were selfishly satisfying our own hunger. The knowledge of these things sent my mind into outer space. It was a frenzy but it wasn't a mindless one -- he made sure the pace didn't get out of hand. It was too bad that I was so young then and living with my parents; it would've been an unbelievable night if I were able to stay the whole night. But at least we saw each other A LOT that summer. I never did find out why he was always home (we hardly ever spoke), but I knew he had a lover who, unlike him, wore a suit and carried an attache case, so he probably was a "kept" man. He, however, always wore jeans and a black leather jacket on the street -- and was ALWAYS tan. My gang of friends would point to him and say, "See that guy over there? -- He's a queer!" I'd look at him and smile inside and know he'd be at the window later.
