My first gay proposition
What was your 1st gay proposition?
Starting HS through College I worked at a fishing resort in the summer. We sold bait, gas, food, sandwiches, you name it, if someone would buy it, we sold it. On the weekends and some weekdays, there was a patrol boat out on the string of lakes checking for licenses, too many fish caught, etc. Well one of the guys who was occasionally on the patrol boat was a big 6'4", 225lb blond guy. I was 6'2" brown but blonder in the sun and 185. He was pretty good looking too except for a few scars which I assumed were fight/altercations. I found out later he was gay. This was back in the 70’s.
So here's the deal - after a while he'd come round in his regular patrol car during the slower times at the resort when he/we had time to "talk". We always did anyway with our customers and I really liked that about the job. But his talking was different.
Well I (and you) know when someone's "interested" in you right. I do right away. Not as a friend but sexually. I could see it in his eyes, his language, body and speech. The one time he started talking about what he finds attractive in them - he then said something like, "and you know, there are guys out there that would find you attractive too," emphasis on the you part. I'm like OK.......he's hitting on me for real, wearing a uniform and a gun of a D. County Sheriff. He's huge and gay. The funny thing was I but so deep in the closet I'd never see the light of day until I was 50's. He continued to chat and then left. On another occasion he came in again in full uniform. He was taking a break from patrolling. Comes in, sits and the little coffee bar and starts talking about a recent night he had in Milwaukee. He goes on to describe what I now know as a gay bath house and the glory hole he had fun at, "there was this hole cut out in the wall. I stuck my cock into it and had lips/tongue on it right away until I came". I was like wow...... Intrigued but still not taking the bate as I was afraid to commit myself as a gay young man just out of HS. After a short time he heads out and leaves in his patrol car. I was working along that night as it was a slow weeknight. The owner had already gone home so I was left alone to run things and close at 8 PM. After the cop left I immediately went to the backroom where we kept our outboard motors, pop, etc, and jacked a huge load that went all over the outboard motors that we rent with our boats. I’ll never forget it. Took me all of about 30 seconds. I'd have shot a second load but didn't want to leave the store/money unprotected. I didn't take him up on his slightly hidden offer to "go fishing with him".......he lived on the lake directly across from the resort and had a nice boat. I mean after that was there any doubt he was gay? I think back now and wonder what he would have done, what would have happened if I’d simply have unbuttoned, unzipped and pulled down my short cutoffs? Would he have gone down on me? Would I have done likewise? I’m sure we’d have ended up naked in bed at some point having hours of skin to skin fun. I still remember his name. Looked him up on the www this last year. He's still alive, retired, still on the lake based on what I read. I sent him a friend request on LinkedIn but no response as of yet.
If only I'd gone fishing??? What if I'd have simply grabbed my package, short still on and smiled at him after his advances? One can only image.
Starting HS through College I worked at a fishing resort in the summer. We sold bait, gas, food, sandwiches, you name it, if someone would buy it, we sold it. On the weekends and some weekdays, there was a patrol boat out on the string of lakes checking for licenses, too many fish caught, etc. Well one of the guys who was occasionally on the patrol boat was a big 6'4", 225lb blond guy. I was 6'2" brown but blonder in the sun and 185. He was pretty good looking too except for a few scars which I assumed were fight/altercations. I found out later he was gay. This was back in the 70’s.
So here's the deal - after a while he'd come round in his regular patrol car during the slower times at the resort when he/we had time to "talk". We always did anyway with our customers and I really liked that about the job. But his talking was different.
Well I (and you) know when someone's "interested" in you right. I do right away. Not as a friend but sexually. I could see it in his eyes, his language, body and speech. The one time he started talking about what he finds attractive in them - he then said something like, "and you know, there are guys out there that would find you attractive too," emphasis on the you part. I'm like OK.......he's hitting on me for real, wearing a uniform and a gun of a D. County Sheriff. He's huge and gay. The funny thing was I but so deep in the closet I'd never see the light of day until I was 50's. He continued to chat and then left. On another occasion he came in again in full uniform. He was taking a break from patrolling. Comes in, sits and the little coffee bar and starts talking about a recent night he had in Milwaukee. He goes on to describe what I now know as a gay bath house and the glory hole he had fun at, "there was this hole cut out in the wall. I stuck my cock into it and had lips/tongue on it right away until I came". I was like wow...... Intrigued but still not taking the bate as I was afraid to commit myself as a gay young man just out of HS. After a short time he heads out and leaves in his patrol car. I was working along that night as it was a slow weeknight. The owner had already gone home so I was left alone to run things and close at 8 PM. After the cop left I immediately went to the backroom where we kept our outboard motors, pop, etc, and jacked a huge load that went all over the outboard motors that we rent with our boats. I’ll never forget it. Took me all of about 30 seconds. I'd have shot a second load but didn't want to leave the store/money unprotected. I didn't take him up on his slightly hidden offer to "go fishing with him".......he lived on the lake directly across from the resort and had a nice boat. I mean after that was there any doubt he was gay? I think back now and wonder what he would have done, what would have happened if I’d simply have unbuttoned, unzipped and pulled down my short cutoffs? Would he have gone down on me? Would I have done likewise? I’m sure we’d have ended up naked in bed at some point having hours of skin to skin fun. I still remember his name. Looked him up on the www this last year. He's still alive, retired, still on the lake based on what I read. I sent him a friend request on LinkedIn but no response as of yet.
If only I'd gone fishing??? What if I'd have simply grabbed my package, short still on and smiled at him after his advances? One can only image.
2 years ago
