Cool account, Bi_sg! That took guts to openly ask for the gay stuff...boldly stating that you were interested in watching men enjoying homosexual sex together!
I will never forget buying my first gay hardcore magazine at a news and magazine shop across the street from the bus station in Allentown, PA. (Both long gone to urban renewal!) I was just eighteen years old, it was the fall of 1971 and a very different world then! The magazine was titled, "Secret Cravings," and carried the subtitle, "Men who hunger for sex with other men!" The full color cover photo showed two big, muscular, mature guys offering their 1970s-style limp cocks to a starry eyed younger man who was on his knees before them. All were completely nude and that magazine was taped shut! (The small selection of hardcore porn magazines were all taped shut and occupied the highest shelf on the far end of the huge, oak magazine rack...out of sight and reach to all but the serious buyers!) The price was a whopping fifteen dollars, and almost broke my bank, but I was so turned on, I just had to have it!
Shaking with a mixture of fear and hot excitement...and possessed of a throbbing erection...I loitered there until the store was empty before heading to the counter. And running smack dab into the palpable disapproval of the sour, old, cigar-chomping owner! "Ya' gotta be over eighteen to buy that!" he growled, taking the magazine from me and turning to place it behind him, refusing to sell it to me. "B-but I-I am eighteen!" I stuttered, defensively, not wanting to give that exciting magazine up! Quickly, I laid my cash on the counter, fumbled my drivers license out of my wallet and handed it to the man. (I suddenly seemed to be all thumbs!) The shop owner examined my license carefully, before finally turning to ring the sale into his cash register, collecting my money, handing me the change, and putting my treasure into a paper bag, shaking his head with obvious disapproval and muttering under his breath the entire time. As I grabbed that bag and almost ran out of the store, I could almost hear that gruff old man thinking, "Damned little faggot!" as he watched me leaving!
But, what really amazed me was how turned-on openly buying a gay sex magazine made me feel...deliciously "outing" myself, one incident at a time!
Thanks! Yeah, I guess we felt more or less the same excitement. This was in the gay part of town, so the sales lady was pretty cool about it. I've sort of outed myself a few other times (like going to an LGBT bookshop), but in all of the other occasions there was an element of deniability (as in, had anyone asked I could in principle have made a credible "excuse") or it was a much more private place and occasion. It's also the only time I've outed myself as specifically bi (with a gf but wanting to check out both gay and straight porn).
