Secret Gay Underclass?

[tall758]

For the people like me who grew up in the 60’s and 70’s, did you become aware of a “society” of people in your town or area that carried on a gay subculture before it became “ok” to do so? In my town, when I graduated HS, I was introduced to this by a friend of the family. He took me under his wing (between his legs) so to speak and trained me to become a full blown cock and cum slut. Then, he began inviting others to partake. Soon, I knew of a dozen married guys in town, teachers, coaches, barbers, printers, you name it that came out of the woodwork to embrace me for what I could provide to them.

Don’t get me wrong, it was a wonderful experience, but I had no idea that this sub-culture existed before I was absorbed into it.

Was I just lucky, or do others have the same experiences?

 

[load69]

You sounds very lucky to me. I am jealous

 

[tall758]

You in Wisconsin. I was in Northern Illinois at the time. Had no idea that half the married guys in town had another outlet for what they needed!

 

[load69]

I am near Milwaukee. That is so hot!

 

[BiDrew42]

In small town North Carolina in the 70's, even though I was getting plenty of gay sex, I was never aware of any type of gay subculture. It may have been there, I just wasn't aware of it. I'm sure it exists now, but I haven't been back in decades.

 

[tall758]

Back in the 70’s is when I experienced it…very secretive because you just couldn’t come out back then. These were all well respected businessmen.

 

[J1biboi]

I grew up in the 60s small town in WV. If there was any kind of gay sub culture it was kept very quiet. There were maybe a couple of guys that were rumored to be gay (or queer as it was know as here) but I don't know if anyone knew for sure. That was something you just didn't let be known in those days. It's better now for gays but bi is still not accepted.

 

[Greytruck]

Back in the 70’s being gay was the kiss of death
People whispered behind their backs.
Was it true? With another guy? No way
In my area. Detroit I only knew one gay guy.. was a casual friend but
He was out there… when he was around everybody watched what they said..
Now.. it seems like so many men out of the closet so to speak

 

[RobLivesInTexas]

Growing up in far West Texas (El Paso) in the 60s and 70s, if there was such a thing, I knew nothing about it. I was not an athlete or part of the "in" crowd in high school, being involved in music and literature. I was harassed by my older brothers' friends and some of my own classmates for my personality traits. I think I was beginning to figure out my sexuality at the time, and by the time I went to college, I knew I was attracted to men. But the treatment I got, coupled with some instances of being molested, have made me hate terms like sissy and faggot.

Now that I think of it, some of the molestation should have clued me in to the fact that there were adult men who were sexually attracted to other men, but the circumstances blinded me to that fact and made me feel ashamed and marginalized. Looking back on it, I'm sure there were many men who were getting sexually satisfied by other men, but it was very quiet and undercover. It was made clear to me by word and deed that sex between men was forbidden, shameful, and abnormal.

I've fully accepted my bisexuality, but there are vestiges of emotions left over from the hiddenness that was required back in my youth. I wish I had had an older man who would have introduced me to my sexuality in a more healthy way.

 

[tall758]

Growing up in far West Texas (El Paso) in the 60s and 70s, if there was such a thing, I knew nothing about it. I was not an athlete or part of the "in" crowd in high school, being involved in music and literature. I was harassed by my older brothers' friends and some of my own classmates for my personality traits. I think I was beginning to figure out my sexuality at the time, and by the time I went to college, I knew I was attracted to men. But the treatment I got, coupled with some instances of being molested, have made me hate terms like sissy and faggot.

Now that I think of it, some of the molestation should have clued me in to the fact that there were adult men who were sexually attracted to other men, but the circumstances blinded me to that fact and made me feel ashamed and marginalized. Looking back on it, I'm sure there were many men who were getting sexually satisfied by other men, but it was very quiet and undercover. It was made clear to me by word and deed that sex between men was forbidden, shameful, and abnormal.

I've fully accepted my bisexuality, but there are vestiges of emotions left over from the hiddenness that was required back in my youth. I wish I had had an older man who would have introduced me to my sexuality in a more healthy way.

I can say now that I was “molested” the first time, but for some reason, I kept going back, and the circle grew…

 

[dodgeboy2]

Where I grew up I sure didn't see a subculture of older men living here that were into any of that but we did have a very small amount of hs/college guys that were, I was introduced to it with a group of like aged guys from my neighborhood and then after graduation with a friend of my parents friends son whom I had heard others say was gay (of course it was behind his back). This was back in the 70's and we both belonged to a fraternal organization and he drove with me to meeting, I asked him one night on the way home if he was in fact gay and he said yes but he had never been with a guy and that night became his 1st and we stayed together, a secret we both kept well, for a little over a year and both discovered so many things together. He later went on acknowledging he was gay and myself at the time I continued to be a very bi closeted guy who was luckily never had any family or friends find out I was something other that the straight laced sports loving guy they all saw.

Now back to the subculture of older guys, I did find many in the cities surrounding my town about 20 minutes away and frequently found someone to hookup with there as well as the college I attended.

 

[CD_Bree]

In the 70's I was told I was never allowed to think about it..... Then I tried my sisters dress on! That was just the beginning. In the 80's already married came my first time with a guy(willing, that's another story). Then I figured out what being bi was. It was a quiet sub culture through the years for sure. It wasn't in full display like it is today. Back in the day they referred to gay activities under obscenity laws.

 

[tristantrotsky]

For the people like me who grew up in the 60’s and 70’s, did you become aware of a “society” of people in your town or area that carried on a gay subculture before it became “ok” to do so? In my town, when I graduated HS, I was introduced to this by a friend of the family. He took me under his wing (between his legs) so to speak and trained me to become a full blown cock and cum slut. Then, he began inviting others to partake. Soon, I knew of a dozen married guys in town, teachers, coaches, barbers, printers, you name it that came out of the woodwork to embrace me for what I could provide to them.

Don’t get me wrong, it was a wonderful experience, but I had no idea that this sub-culture existed before I was absorbed into it.

Was I just lucky, or do others have the same experiences?

I did suck quite a lot of cock while I was at High School. At first it was just with my friend, John, and my sucking his cock was supposed to be our secret. But... I don't know if he bragged about getting his cock sucked, or if we were seen, or if others simply guessed what we were doing, because I was approached by two other boys, and I had a healthy curiosity, so I wound up sucking them too. At times I felt guilty and self-conscious, and tried to stop... but I was soon lured back. I sucked off another boy in the school toilet cubicle, and I was still sucking John regularly, sometimes in the woods as we came home after school. He was the first person to ejaculate into my mouth, and that made it special.
After we'd all graduated and gone our separate ways I went though an anguished period of gender-confusion about what we'd done... until I met Philip, who was an older married man who guided and tutored me and helped me to enjoy mature guilt-free adult sex

 

[2wayroad]

I was very young and still unaware of sexuality, when an older boy mostly though puberty, came with his family to stay with us for a week. I’d never had any sexual exposure or talks. Everything I learned in that week gave me an early awareness of myself and sexuality that I would soon learn was deemed to be wrong. I never told anyone about the things the older boy talked to me about, and did to me. No one else my age was even talking about these things.

But in a couple years when they did, I learned that being a “fag” was wrong, which somehow made me feel wrong. That led to hyper masculine behavior in public, and compulsive masturbating in private. I became a risk taker, and a poor student. Willing to drink at an early age, and smoke weed when it was still a very hush hush thing. I didn’t come to give in to my true desires until quite a few years, and a couple failed marriages, later.

I’m still a risk taker. I enjoy the adrenaline dump of public cruising and sex in public. I’m off putting to some men, as I’m willing to suck them, or get fucked in parks, woods, parking garages, vehicles in parking lots in broad daylight, etc. I find guys from time to time who also enjoy this. It’s amazing how few people pay attention to what’s happening just a short distance from them. I’ve been naked, fucked against a wall in a parking garage, and naked sucking dick in a clearing in the woods, just yards away from a parking lot road. I’ve been fucked naked in the backseat of a car or truck with dark tinted windows that one would have to cup their hands against to see inside, but to see out is easy.

I know this risky sexual behavior is a direct result of my first sexual experiences, which were in my room with adults in the house.

As a result, it seems that I became “visible” for lack of a better word to older teens and later to men, who just knew I was a bottom. Rarely have I been mistaken for anything else, no matter how masculine I presented. Even girls I dated seemed to suspect or know. I blew off advances from guys with snarky remarks that caught them off guard. Only later did I come to find the confidence to allow these men to actually succeed when spotting me for what I am. A cocksucker who will take it up the ass. Once I accepted this about myself, a lot of my anxiety went away.

Those men are out there. They would leer and make long eye contact. They would, and do, gesture. But those subtle gestures went unnoticed by the average populace. They loiter in department stores and shopping centers. What men really shop for themselves in the middle of a weekday? They go to the park by themselves, and sit a table alone, or stroll alone on a trail in a way that really isn’t exercise or hiking. Or you may find one in the bar of a business travel hotel, striking up a conversation with you, rather than the available woman nearby. In fact paying little attention to her. Men like us are hiding in plain sight everywhere. However, it seems that the internet and smart phones have severely dulled our ability to be aware of surroundings. Put your phone in your pocket, and look around sometime. A flirt from a masculine man can be very subtle, and from a flamboyant guy can be so obvious, that you don’t even take it seriously.

 

[Phatfeet]

For the people like me who grew up in the 60’s and 70’s, did you become aware of a “society” of people in your town or area that carried on a gay subculture before it became “ok” to do so? In my town, when I graduated HS, I was introduced to this by a friend of the family. He took me under his wing (between his legs) so to speak and trained me to become a full blown cock and cum slut. Then, he began inviting others to partake. Soon, I knew of a dozen married guys in town, teachers, coaches, barbers, printers, you name it that came out of the woodwork to embrace me for what I could provide to them.

Don’t get me wrong, it was a wonderful experience, but I had no idea that this sub-culture existed before I was absorbed into it.

Was I just lucky, or do others have the same experiences?

I could have almost written this all myself, so to answer your question: YES!

I had a gay friend growing up and while we have never been together, being gay in a small town he told me all the guys who routinely came over for gay sex. It was crazy. Like our deacon at church, who was married. The Sheriff. A robust, all-out jock carpenter. There were many more, but it shocked me just who had gay trysts... and also... how non-committal my friend was in whom he had sex with.

 

[LBrannigan]

For the people like me who grew up in the 60’s and 70’s, did you become aware of a “society” of people in your town or area that carried on a gay subculture before it became “ok” to do so? In my town, when I graduated HS, I was introduced to this by a friend of the family. He took me under his wing (between his legs) so to speak and trained me to become a full blown cock and cum slut. Then, he began inviting others to partake. Soon, I knew of a dozen married guys in town, teachers, coaches, barbers, printers, you name it that came out of the woodwork to embrace me for what I could provide to them.

Don’t get me wrong, it was a wonderful experience, but I had no idea that this sub-culture existed before I was absorbed into it.

Was I just lucky, or do others have the same experiences?

I know what you mean. As a pre teen and teenager in the 1980's I happened across a group of men who were totally into young crossdressers and the 1950's housewife thing. When I was caught dressed as a girl I was introduced to a man who treated me as his young wife, making me clean his house, act as hostess to his guests and share his bed, always head to toe as Lynn.

 

[jbird4]

I grew up in the 60s small town in WV. If there was any kind of gay sub culture it was kept very quiet. There were maybe a couple of guys that were rumored to be gay (or queer as it was know as here) but I don't know if anyone knew for sure. That was something you just didn't let be known in those days. It's better now for gays but bi is still not accepted.

I also grew up in rural WV. There were a couple of men rumored to be gay. But no one would ever admit it. It would have made life very hard.

 

[J1biboi]

I also grew up in rural WV. There were a couple of men rumored to be gay. But no one would ever admit it. It would have made life very hard.

Without a doubt!

 

[tall758]

I could have almost written this all myself, so to answer your question: YES!

I had a gay friend growing up and while we have never been together, being gay in a small town he told me all the guys who routinely came over for gay sex. It was crazy. Like our deacon at church, who was married. The Sheriff. A robust, all-out jock carpenter. There were many more, but it shocked me just who had gay trysts... and also... how non-committal my friend was in whom he had sex with.

That’s exactly the type of under-society I’m talking about! I sucked more than a handful of teachers and clergy in those days.

 

[tall758]

My adventures started much younger, with guys my age. We kept it between the three of us because of the stigma of the early 70s. I really didn't discover this "underclass" until the last 10 years or so. I live near an extremely small town, and gay or even bi activity is still completely taboo here. About 8 years ago I found a neighbor on Grindr, and we started getting together frequently. His wife hadn't been interested in sex for several years at that time. As he was a commanding top, and I was a sissy bottom we fit well. As time moved on he took more and more control, to my delight. When I was doing what he said, how he said, when he said he started introducing me to the married guys that were getting little or nothing from their wife. Now I service his friends as he allows, all in this underclass.

It’s amazing how many guys in the neighborhood fit this description. In a small town in Oklahoma where I lived for a few years, the old guys who met for coffee at McDonalds nearly every morning were a constant source of cum for me!

 

[OdinElder]

Had I experienced this at that time I would have been such a slut. I had the desire but no idea how to go about making it happen. As a teenager I would have loved being g N older man’s cum dump

 

[tall758]

Had I experienced this at that time I would have been such a slut. I had the desire but no idea how to go about making it happen. As a teenager I would have loved being g N older man’s cum dump

50 years later, I can still taste his cock, feel it throb in my mouth, and hear him calling me his slut while he shot his cum into my mouth.

 

[tristantrotsky]

It’s amazing how many guys in the neighborhood fit this description. In a small town in Oklahoma where I lived for a few years, the old guys who met for coffee at McDonalds nearly every morning were a constant source of cum for me!

A good efficient cocksucker knows that the blowjob is not simply done with the cum-in-the-mouth and the swallow, a good cocksucker knows that nursing the cock, and sucking it more gently in the warm afterglow of orgasm, until it loses rigidity, is equally important. And a parting kiss and a courteous last suck just shows your full appreciation...

 

[tristantrotsky]

50 years later, I can still taste his cock, feel it throb in my mouth, and hear him calling me his slut while he shot his cum into my mouth.

Such sweet nostalgic memories...

 

[OdinElder]

50 years later, I can still taste his cock, feel it throb in my mouth, and hear him calling me his slut while he shot his cum into my

I was hooked the first time I sucked a cock. There was no remorse afterwards. Instead I felt like I was walking on a cloud and I knew immediately I wanted to do this a lot. And I did with him. He was 25 years older than me and I worships big cock in every room of his house, many, many times. I loved taking his cock in my hands and rubbing it all over my face. I loved the way I could taste his cock for hours afterword.