Secret Gay Underclass?

[tall758]

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.

I loved the training aspect to it. Before long, I was sucking a group of older men, learning that each took slightly different technique to claim my prize.

 

[OdinElder]

I loved the training aspect to it. Before long, I was sucking a group of older men, learning that each took slightly different technique to claim my prize.

I would have loved to have had that experience.

 

[tristantrotsky]

I loved the training aspect to it. Before long, I was sucking a group of older men, learning that each took slightly different technique to claim my prize.

A mouthful of cum is the magical elixir that overnight turns an innocent boy into a grateful cocosucker...

 

[2wayroad]

I vaguely remember as a I read these posts, being a mid teen and being dlirted with by a couple of older (to me, 25 +) guys who made me feel uneasy at the time. They wren’t blatant, but they were overly friendly to a young, skinny boy. Complimenting my build, asking my interests, and one liked to touch my shoulder.

I was too inexperienced to figure out what they wanted. They should have given me a couple of beers to tale the edge off. Being decent guys, they didn’t push it when they either though I missed the cues, or thought I wasn’t into them. But something about me set off their gaydar, and looking back I never figured it out.

It wasn’t the only time that happened, but only when I was older did I act on it. I guess being a skinny teen, not tall, with a bubble butt, got them going. I wish I had been able to read the clues, or had a more assertive guy hit on me.

In the early 70s/mid 80s, no one came right out about these things for fear of allowing some who was not like minded to now have a clue. Rumors spread just as fast beck then, even without the internet, social media, etc.

 

[tall758]

In the early 70s/mid 80s, no one came right out about these things for fear of allowing some who was not like minded to now have a clue. Rumors spread just as fast beck then, even without the internet, social media, etc.

This is very true. And it’s why I started this thread…things like this were held several levels in “the underground” back in those days. I’ve talked to a couple of guys who are “out” and asked them if they found this to be true in their towns (late 60’s to late 70’s) and both said yes. One was “trained” like I was, and the other ignored the “seduction”. I’m glad I completed my training!

 

[2wayroad]

This is very true. And it’s why I started this thread…things like this were held several levels in “the underground” back in those days. I’ve talked to a couple of guys who are “out” and asked them if they found this to be true in their towns (late 60’s to late 70’s) and both said yes. One was “trained” like I was, and the other ignored the “seduction”. I’m glad I completed my training!

I think my reluctance to initial attempts to flirt/see if I can take a hint, put me in a strange zone, where eventually no one did. The men who were into that had to feel safe that their secret would be safe.


At the time. Me still being in high school, they were taking a chance with whomever they chose to allow in, and train, as you say. The guys who hit on me were alpha types, already with good jobs in the community. They undoubtedly spotted me for the bottom I am. Those guys, though, would have never went for the openly gay, or flamboyant types. They wanted to take a young guy under their wing who could go to their house for a job doing yardwork, take him fishing, hunting, etc. anything that was a legitimate excuse to get away. They especially liked a young guy like who I was, with next to no supervision, who was always out at night, often until late.

Yet, I didn’t figure these things out until years later. One time, the conversation was taken to the sexual level, and I lied about the pussy I was getting. Even when the conversation got deeply sexual, looking back I missed obvious clues and open doors. All I needed was for a man to get me a little drunk, then pull his cock out and say that we were going to jack off together. That would have been all I needed. But that would have meant taking a risk.

 

[Oshkosh60]

Yeah, I think there was a definite secret subculture in those days..... and word was passed around as to who was in the club. I barely avoided being initiated by the friend of my brother, luckily my brother figured out what was going down and warned the guy away. I think my brother had sone some stuff with him back in the day but let him know I was off limits. I had no interest in guys back then some of the approaches went over my head. But there were men who would provide others with alcohol and porn and then the older men would suck them off. One guy became under the watch of the local cops for providing alcohol .... we steered clear of there for certain.

But yeah, you stayed away from anything that might mark you as being a part of any such behavior.

 

[TinaCole]

I am near Milwaukee. That is so hot!

I went to an all boys high school in Milwaukee back in the 70's, we had a subculture all our own. Downtown, lakefront, Juneau and Lake parks we all meet up places after school.

 

[Idpthrtonmykneesinpanties]

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?

Yes, I was at a party in the bathroom and there was a pair of panties on the shower curtain. I couldn’t help myself I had to try them on. I thought I had locked the door but as soon as I got them on and started enjoying the feeling the door opened and it was 2 older guys I was a freshman they were seniors. They both had their cocks out hard as a rock and forced me to my knees. I learned deepthroating, mouth fucking, servicing and how to swallow a lot of cum from 2 aggressive cocks back to backand I loved it. After the party I met the 2 guys down at the end of the street behind a wall with 3 other friends. I blew everybody but that was the last time until I was in my mid 20’s. I did not go the the same high school so nobody knee me. I am still in the closet but I suck cock once in a while and I still love it!

 

[Oshkosh60]

Wow.... so lucky. You got a nice reward but you could have just as easily had the crap knocked out of you.

 

[tristantrotsky]

I went to an all boys high school in Milwaukee back in the 70's, we had a subculture all our own. Downtown, lakefront, Juneau and Lake parks we all meet up places after school.

Are you talking about meeting up for furtive sex...?

 

[TinaCole]

Not intentionally, we would just meet up and hang out, but on occassion it would happen.

 

[Iwillgo]

I was groomed by an older teen back in the 70’S, we would watch pro wrestling on tv, and strip down to our tighty whities, we started wrestling, him pushing my hand to his crotch, pushing his crotch against my face, I pretended to resist but inside I wanted more, we did some other activities like strip poker, loser had to oblige the winners ask which was agreed to in advance, I sometimes lost on purpose, he didn’t know that, finally one day when I sucked him to completion, I was enthusiastically enjoying a 69, sucking his hard cock and his finger pressing on my rosebud brought out some inner excitement as I enthusiastically enjoyed sucking his cock as deep as I possibly could, his legs tensed, his toes pointed, I went as deep as I could take him as his wonderful cock throbbed, pulsated and I completely and happily emptied his balls down my throat. I was hooked, and kept sucking, wanting more… his grooming had worked and I loved it… a couple days later I did go back for more, by the smirk on his face he knew his grooming was a success and I knew that I was/am a cocksucker! Unfortunately he told others our age and I had gotten real scared as some friends were not so nice about the so called secret, so I denied everything as I was fearful of having a public reputation, back then it really wasn’t as acceptable. Looking back, I guess I was molested, however I was definitely a willing participant and glad I at enjoyed it. It’s fueled a lifetime of desire to find a true, trustworthy fwb that can keep a secret so that I can enjoy my natural inclination to be a cocksucker on a regular basis.

 

[paddyboi]

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.

Thank you @2wayroad !! For sharing your story. It has warmed my heart and encouraged me.

 

[paddyboi]

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

Me too…..i only later in life embraced, and am now, who i always knew i was. I too wish an older man would have trained me…..alas…..happy to be a cum slut now. Cheers bois!!

 

[tristantrotsky]

Me too…..i only later in life embraced, and am now, who i always knew i was. I too wish an older man would have trained me…..alas…..happy to be a cum slut now. Cheers bois!!

There is something very right and natural about a younger man demonstrating his deference and respect to his elder and more experienced mentor by politely sucking the older man's cock, to their mutual pleasure and satisfaction.

 

[tall758]

There is something very right and natural about a younger man demonstrating his deference and respect to his elder and more experienced mentor by politely sucking the older man's cock, to their mutual pleasure and satisfaction.

Or cock(S). After my trainer found that I seemed to have a talent for providing pleasure with my mouth, it wasn’t long before I was entertaining him and his buddies on my Saturday “yard work” days. I wasn’t sucking for more than 2 months or so when I entertained a group of my “mentor” and 6 of his buddies. You might say that I was well-fed that day. And more importantly, since more guys from the town were involved, my cock sucking “appointments” became more frequent.

One of the guys in this group was the town barber. He would set me up in the back office of the shop and guys “in the know” would use the excuse with their wives that they were “getting a trim”. What they were really getting was the naked guy kneeling in front of them in the back room. Spent many evenings enjoying the anticipation of who would walk through the door next. At the end of the evening, the final pleasure would always be provided to the barber, who’s cock was less than four inches long, but fatter than any cock I’ve sucked since.

Ah, the good ol’ days!