When was the first moment you knew you were gay?

[elyot1]

I was eight. Hot day. My friend, who was eleven and bigger than me were horsing around in our backyard. Only wearing shorts because it was so hot. I climbed on his back for a piggy back ride. The moment I felt his back against my stomach. skin to skin, my whole body felt like it was on fire. He ran around the yard as fast as he could, laughing. Me holding on for dear life. Hugging him not ever wanting to let go. Maybe I got my first hard on. I didn't consciously think "I'm gay" but I did consciously think "I've never felt this before and I really like it."

A year later I consciously knew I way gay because on a camping trip, in a pup tent, I sucked his cock and really liked it. (So did he.)

 

[Repareur]

I was 13. Horse playing with my best friend who was also 13. He started playing with my dick during the flight on a trip to Europe with his family. We shared a room and fucked like rabbits the whole trip. I thought it might be a faze, it was for him, he is married with 5 kids. I never grew out of it.

 

[mikeyank]

I always knew I liked boys. I can remember at around age seven or eight going to my bedroom and closing the door and getting into bed during the daytime when my grandmother was downstairs, with a boy named Joseph and getting naked and rubbing and smelling each other. My activities with other boys continued on and on. I always had at least one friend who I did stuff with, (played stripping "games", like pretending we were captured soldiers and tie up and strip, and "torture"), I always had a stiff little boner during those naked games, all before puberty. I did the most with a boy named Charles all before junior high school, in his cellar, in my attic, wherever we could be alone. By the way Charles got married and has children and grandchildren today. I wonder if he remembers all we did as pre teens.

I met my friend David in the boy scouts at age eleven, and as puberty set on, our activities got more and more intense. I remember us discovering that we could have dry orgasms and then one day we could "cum" and actually have liquid coming out like in the dirty film we used to watch, (his fathers straight "stag films" on an eight millimeter projector).

I learned the word "homosexual" and used to go to the public library and look up books on the word. I always thought people were watching me as I always had the reference book with the letter "h" and kept going to the shelves and finding a quiet table to secretly check out those chapters on homosexuality. The library books often said that homosexuality was a "phase" that most boys go through growing up. I am now 69 years of age, and am still waiting to outgrow that phase.........lol

I guess the answer is I always knew from as early as I can remember.

 

[Repareur]

I always knew I liked boys. I can remember at around age seven or eight going to my bedroom and closing the door and getting into bed during the daytime when my grandmother was downstairs, with a boy named Joseph and getting naked and rubbing and smelling each other. My activities with other boys continued on and on. I always had at least one friend who I did stuff with, (played stripping "games", like pretending we were captured soldiers and tie up and strip, and "torture"), I always had a stiff little boner during those naked games, all before puberty. I did the most with a boy named Charles all before junior high school, in his cellar, in my attic, wherever we could be alone. By the way Charles got married and has children and grandchildren today. I wonder if he remembers all we did as pre teens.

I met my friend David in the boy scouts at age eleven, and as puberty set on, our activities got more and more intense. I remember us discovering that we could have dry orgasms and then one day we could "cum" and actually have liquid coming out like in the dirty film we used to watch, (his fathers straight "stag films" on an eight millimeter projector).

I learned the word "homosexual" and used to go to the public library and look up books on the word. I always thought people were watching me as I always had the reference book with the letter "h" and kept going to the shelves and finding a quiet table to secretly check out those chapters on homosexuality. The library books often said that homosexuality was a "phase" that most boys go through growing up. I am now 69 years of age, and am still waiting to outgrow that phase.........lol

I guess the answer is I always knew from as early as I can remember.

Of course you were doing research at the library, some things never change. There were things very early that I now realize were gay. Even thinking it would be cool to be a girl and wear dresses. I got over that one, decided it wasn’t that cool and never got into drag except an occasional Halloween slip. Lol. I guess I outgrew that Phase, Lol. Some of our Broke Straight Boys models haven’t if you check out their twitter accounts. (You know the straight ones. Lol ) But I was in Jr. high when I knew I really liked boys, got off to watching the guys change and shower in gym class. Got off to looking at the guys in the straight porn I could get my hands on. I didn’t have many actual experiences though. When I started to really realize that I was gay I didn’t have a best buddy to mess around with.

When I went away to college I discovered the cruise route by accident one Halloween. There was a haunted house down town and gay guys were cruising the streets near it. I got way more interested in what was going on out there than the haunted house. I met a couple of older college students, law students and graduate students that were near graduation and were not as in the closet as the younger ones. I also met a guy who was a local high school teacher and he became my best friend. He took me to my first gay bar. We went to Dallas. It was the late disco days and I was inthralled. I had no idea there were that many gay guys. I was a kid in a candy store.

I made up for lost time. And when I went home for Christmas the first time from college I got in touch with a few high school friends that were now out. They told me about the local cruise route in a down town park that I knew nothing about as a teenager. All sorts of stuff was going on around me that I didn’t realize. So I guess I was a late bloomer but I made up for it.

I want to add one more detail. I knew I liked guys. I wasn’t very interested in sex with girls although I went through the motions a little bit and had a girlfriend in high school. We were more best friends and she got around a bit. I would get her to tell me about her messing around with some of our friends. I still thought I would get married and have kids. I knew I liked guys but I thought back then that you fucked around with guys but could only be in love with a woman. That changed when I met my first real boyfriend who was dating my sister at the time I met him. I fell head over heals in love. That was the moment I finally realized I was dyed in the wool 100% gay. I liked sex with boys and you could have emotional attachments with then. I never considered the straight life style at all after that.

I know several of our members were married. I think they must have been later bloomers than me. I hope some of them will share their stories. I have always found it fascinating how we come to our sexual maturity. When I was still in my early 20s I owned a high fashion clothing store in Austin on 6th street which is the Texas version of Bourbon Street. Late night drinking, clubs restaurants and gay bars around the corner on the back streets. There were tons of college kids and street hustlers. Some of the hustlers were gay boys down on their luck and some were gay for pay especially the ones who were alcoholics or drug addicts. A few straight college kids that stripped and danced at the gay bar to help with college. I was attracted to these straighter guys. They were more of a challenge to get and very much like Broke Straight Boys I tied to get them to go as far as I could get them to go with gay sex. The prize was of course to fuck their straight asses. I used to say I should be in the Guinness Book for straight cherry popping because almost all of them said it was their first time. I didn’t really believe it most of the time but there are several that I was their first and a few I had on going relationships with and was the guy that they learned to bottom for. A few very tough looking butch masculine guys. My favorite.

Anyway that’s why I liked Broke Straight Boys so much. Many of the guys on David’s futon reminded me of those early hustler straight guys that I would talk into doing more than they were used to. Many were just used to guys paying them for a blow job or to fuck them. I was the one who turned them over and pounded their virgin or semi virgin asses. Sorry Mikeyank but I still like to see how far the guys will go and my favorite feature of Broke Straight Boys is they encourage straight guys to go as far as they will in the gay for pay business. I expected most members to be equally as Into the straight guys but evidently many are just into gay sex and don’t care at all but I’m one of the ones who bought the advertisement that these boys are similar to the gay for pay hustlers I used to do.

 

[mikeyank]

Sorry Mikeyank but I still like to see how far the guys will go and my favorite feature of Broke Straight Boys is they encourage straight guys to go as far as they will in the gay for pay business. I expected most members to be equally as Into the straight guys but evidently many are just into gay sex and don’t care at all but I’m one of the ones who bought the advertisement that these boys are similar to the gay for pay hustlers I used to do.

Nothing to be sorry for Rep. You and I and Stowe for another also relate the early Broke Straight Boys boys with street hustlers we met years ago. My theory was then as it is now, that the same thought process goes for street hustlers and straight identifying Broke Straight Boys models. That is, "I'm really straight, but I only do gay shit for money". And to that I've always said, if you are truly straight you'd work in McDonald's or wash dishes for money, not let gay guys suck you off or fuck your ass. To me the money is the excuse to do what you secretly want to do, but can't admit it to yourself.

But we are digressing. I'd love to hear replies from more forumites to Elyot1's question, "When was the first moment you knew you were gay?"

 

[SFPS01]

Wow, interesting thread. Really makes me think back. Have errands to run but when I get back I will try to articulate my story.

 

[StudddAndy]

I started out in the DARK AGES when we really didn't know what "gay" was. I was nearly 20 before the Kensey Reports were published, which was the first thing that I can remember that gave a name to homosexuality, and established a semi-satisfactory scientific basis for discussing and thinking about our sexuality.

But from the time I was about five years old, I can remember having a sexual interest in guys, particularly their dicks and their hairy asses, and absolutely NO sexual interest in girls. Which every other guy around me seemed to be obsessed with. So I just limped along doing whatever I could to make my dick feel better and knowing that you had to keep it all a secret.

However, my Grandfather had this cowboy that worked for him on the ranch, and he used him for a "driver" mostly. (They had this big old 12 cylinder Packard car!) He'd take my grandparents to church on Sunday and I'd arrange to be at their house all Duded out in my Sunday Best, because I at least understood how fucking good looking this cowboy was. We'd get back home from Church, and wait for my grandmother to get dinner ready. This guy put me into a big old Two Ton Truck and drove me "out back" on the ranch to the Canadian River where an old Cottonwood Tree had blown over, and pulled my 12 year old pants down and hauled out the biggest dick I'd ever seen, and fucked my little ass off of me. I can still remember how bad that hurt, and how good it felt. He blew cum all up inside my ass which dripped out onto my suit all through Sunday Dinner. But I'm just telling you. No information, no way to name it gay or homosexual experience, and no way to define what had happened to me. But when that cowboy stuck that big dick up my ass, I sure knew that my life had altered.

What a mind blowing experience. I never forgot this experience. I got bent over that tree for years by different people and bent a lot of straight guys over it. Some of the people I had sex with are still alive, and the straight guys just went on with their lives, like NOTHING had ever happened and never spoke of the event again, even to this day. But that cowboy fucked me for a long time. God damnit that guy was hot!

This is a great Thread. Thanks for starting it, Elyot1!

 

[HRNDG4U]

I was about four and a half years old and playing alone with my friend from across the street from my grandparents house. Stevie was a year older than me, but I was taller and we were on the thin side. Not skinny, but not, "pudgy," like some of our friends. We were playing with our soldiers and my friend was the medic. I rolled over like I had seen in the movies on tv, pretending I had been shot and he came to me and began to treat my wounds and picked me up and kissed me. I remember my body felt like it was on fire and the movement in my undies made me aware of my little boy boner. I didn't know what that meant until the next summer, but I somehow knew that that had to be my secret. I also knew that I liked being kissed by boys. It was the beginning of me kissing boys and being kissed by them and having, "naked games," with rubbing and touching. I really looked forward to these moments and grinned and laughed when the other boys pointed at and talked about my boners. I/we continued our pre-teenaged messing around, but it was in Boy Scouts and the camp-out Jamboree's that I got hot n heavy into guy on guy sex. The thought of a camp-out sprung a leaking hard on in my tighty-whities and the only way I could make it go down was to find a willing boy or jack it off. I looked forward to getting into our tents and lights off, because it was then that the lust became too much and the, "games," began! Some of us would sneak into other tents and repeat what had just happened in our own tents. We would often wonder if the Scout Masters were jacking off to the thoughts of us and our teen-aged boners and the sexual events that we were experiencing? <<< I loved sports and was a huge jock in school and college. My favorite types have always been jocks and the curious and straight guys. I suppose the fact that I/we was a jock and on various sports teams throughout school, helped ease any apprehensions my teammates/friends/other guys had concerning fooling around with me/other guys. I would go as far to say that 70% of the guys I fooled around with are married and with children and grandchildren. I never married, but have been a Foster dad and a goods many of the teens in my house stayed for three and four years. I consider them to be my own and their kids are my grandsons. I turned 65 in February and continue to work and do outdoor activities with my friends and extended families. I am, "young," at heart and because I never messed around with drugs/alcohol/tobacco and youthful family genes, I look and get mistaken for being, twenty years younger. I have participated in the Senior Olympics and other senior games and hopefully I can continue these in the future. There are no guarantee's in life and I try uphold the values/ethics my parents/grandparents/teachers/mentors have taught me throughout the years. I have followed Broke Straight Boys since the beginning and I tend to favor those, "growing," years and those boys that helped Broke Straight Boys become what it is today. I would love to see past Broke Straight Boys models come back, even if it is only for an interview...they would still be sexy/HOT even though they would be in their late twenties and mid-thirties! Continued success to Broke Straight Boys and God Bless to all of those who have participated (models/viewers/members/employees) and helped Broke Straight Boys grow!

 

[SFPS01]

I think I came out of the womb gay, but I just didn't have a term for it. My parents had hoped for a girl (I had an older brother) but I guess they got a mixture there of. I always loved boys. Girls were there to play with your hair styles, try on heels and dresses, and put lipstick on. Oh and to be part of the nurse regiment to help with a wounded cowboy or Indian. Of course I was the head nurse. I remember pre kindergarten playing in my wagon on the front sidewalk. There was a young married couple that lived across the street. I remember lying in the wagon and fantasizing being married to the young husband. Why him and not her I haven't the slightest idea. I had more pairs of heels in my closet at an early age than regular shoes. I am sure my parents didn't know what the hell to make of this. Neither did all of my great aunts/cousins that I hit up for heels. My only complaint was they were never stiletto's (they weren't out yet as this was the late 40's early 50's. God forbid the day I found my mom's wedding dress in her cedar chest. It never went back but stayed in my closet and worn on Halloween, or special occasions. My poor parents. This was the Midwest mind you. Hunters and fishermen. My grandparents lived on a farm. We would visit frequently. I hung out with my mom and grandmother, but brother hung out with my dad and grandfather. My brother would talk me into going out hunting with him (BB guns), but I would last 10 minutes and back to farm house to play grandma's piano. Thats where I learned as both my mom and grandmother played. Thats also where my interest in cooking began. Grandma made the best bread, pies, cakes originally on that old wood burning iron stove.

Up until probably high school I never put a name on my sexuality. I started playing with boys (holding dicks, etc) early on in grade school. It seemed there were a lot of willing subjects then. By the time I hit high school I was in love (seriously) with the neighbor boy. It started when we were 13/14, and I mean in love. He was a baseball player and hot as hell. He gave me my first blowjob. Out of the blue one summer evening in my bedroom he just calmly said, do you want a blow job? I didn't know what it was but I said sure.....he hauled my pants down and put me on the bed and proceeded to give me a blow job. He was quite good at it, so I returned the favor. I was convinced we would be together for ever. Well a couple years later we moved across country. Every summer we went back to visit relatives. Had my drivers license then and I would pick him up and go to a drive in. Not to see the movie but to fog up the windows and play with each other. After high school graduation we lost track of each other. I think he moved to Florida and I was in California. I think about him to this day.

By high school I knew what queer and homo meant but I figured I didn't ask to born this way so why fight it. I attraction to straight guys always seemed natural to me. I liked their masculinity, I liked the separation of "roles". I was never effeminate physically but I sure felt it in my brain. I was born to be a bottom boy...I outgrew the heels and the wedding dress buy the time high school was over. FYI: I still have this secret desire to have a pair of 6'' stiletto's that even at this age could probably walk better in them than most women. I practiced on stairs when I was young. If you can walk down stairs in heels you can run in them. All my "girl" friends in college had to wear them, period. To this day I think a woman's leg looks the best in a pair of stiletto"s.

Well, thats just part of the story, the early part.........Here I am in my 70's now, still have a love of nice clothes, good hair cuts, manners and grooming, tasteful bling, and bottoming for those "straight acting" boys. No need to explain what brought me to Broke Straight Boys I have known them all my life.

Love this site, this forum, and the opportunity to post on these threads. I feel a certain closeness to some of you gents thru this forum. Maybe one day before I go to the big stiletto store in the sky I will have an opportunity to meet some of you in person. Anyone for a little reunion in the California desert. I have extra bedrooms and baths, and pool.

 

[SFPS01]

I was about four and a half years old and playing alone with my friend from across the street from my grandparents house. Stevie was a year older than me, but I was taller and we were on the thin side. Not skinny, but not, "pudgy," like some of our friends. We were playing with our soldiers and my friend was the medic. I rolled over like I had seen in the movies on tv, pretending I had been shot and he came to me and began to treat my wounds and picked me up and kissed me. I remember my body felt like it was on fire and the movement in my undies made me aware of my little boy boner. I didn't know what that meant until the next summer, but I somehow knew that that had to be my secret. I also knew that I liked being kissed by boys. It was the beginning of me kissing boys and being kissed by them and having, "naked games," with rubbing and touching. I really looked forward to these moments and grinned and laughed when the other boys pointed at and talked about my boners. I/we continued our pre-teenaged messing around, but it was in Boy Scouts and the camp-out Jamboree's that I got hot n heavy into guy on guy sex. The thought of a camp-out sprung a leaking hard on in my tighty-whities and the only way I could make it go down was to find a willing boy or jack it off. I looked forward to getting into our tents and lights off, because it was then that the lust became too much and the, "games," began! Some of us would sneak into other tents and repeat what had just happened in our own tents. We would often wonder if the Scout Masters were jacking off to the thoughts of us and our teen-aged boners and the sexual events that we were experiencing? <<< I loved sports and was a huge jock in school and college. My favorite types have always been jocks and the curious and straight guys. I suppose the fact that I/we was a jock and on various sports teams throughout school, helped ease any apprehensions my teammates/friends/other guys had concerning fooling around with me/other guys. I would go as far to say that 70% of the guys I fooled around with are married and with children and grandchildren. I never married, but have been a Foster dad and a goods many of the teens in my house stayed for three and four years. I consider them to be my own and their kids are my grandsons. I turned 65 in February and continue to work and do outdoor activities with my friends and extended families. I am, "young," at heart and because I never messed around with drugs/alcohol/tobacco and youthful family genes, I look and get mistaken for being, twenty years younger. I have participated in the Senior Olympics and other senior games and hopefully I can continue these in the future. There are no guarantee's in life and I try uphold the values/ethics my parents/grandparents/teachers/mentors have taught me throughout the years. I have followed Broke Straight Boys since the beginning and I tend to favor those, "growing," years and those boys that helped Broke Straight Boys become what it is today. I would love to see past Broke Straight Boys models come back, even if it is only for an interview...they would still be sexy/HOT even though they would be in their late twenties and mid-thirties! Continued success to Broke Straight Boys and God Bless to all of those who have participated (models/viewers/members/employees) and helped Broke Straight Boys grow!

So nice to see your post. Please post more in the future.

 

[elyot1]

HRNDG4U and SFPS01 thanks for these wonderful memories. I've enjoyed reading them Hope you post more.

 

[tampa24]

Great post HRNDG.

 

[tampa24]

Thank you for sharing all that, SFPSO1.

 

[kgmets]

I always knew I liked boys. I can remember at around age seven or eight going to my bedroom and closing the door and getting into bed during the daytime when my grandmother was downstairs, with a boy named Joseph and getting naked and rubbing and smelling each other. My activities with other boys continued on and on. I always had at least one friend who I did stuff with, (played stripping "games", like pretending we were captured soldiers and tie up and strip, and "torture"), I always had a stiff little boner during those naked games, all before puberty. I did the most with a boy named Charles all before junior high school, in his cellar, in my attic, wherever we could be alone. By the way Charles got married and has children and grandchildren today. I wonder if he remembers all we did as pre teens.

I met my friend David in the boy scouts at age eleven, and as puberty set on, our activities got more and more intense. I remember us discovering that we could have dry orgasms and then one day we could "cum" and actually have liquid coming out like in the dirty film we used to watch, (his fathers straight "stag films" on an eight millimeter projector).

I learned the word "homosexual" and used to go to the public library and look up books on the word. I always thought people were watching me as I always had the reference book with the letter "h" and kept going to the shelves and finding a quiet table to secretly check out those chapters on homosexuality. The library books often said that homosexuality was a "phase" that most boys go through growing up. I am now 69 years of age, and am still waiting to outgrow that phase.........lol

I guess the answer is I always knew from as early as I can remember.

That "captured soldier" stripping game brings back some early teen memories, but the closest to sex was when my hard cock touched my "captured soldier" buddy's lips. But he said "not in my mouth!"

 

[elyot1]

Come on, Stowe, Tampa and Old Fart I'd really like to read your stories. Heck, I'd like to read everyone's story.

 

[mikeyank]

Come on, Stowe, Tampa and Old Fart I'd really like to read your stories. Heck, I'd like to read everyone's story.

Congratulations elyot1 on hitting the 2000 post mark. Even though you are just a neophyte compared to this old blabbermouth here in Brooklyn, but I wanted to mark this noteworthy occasion for our young veteran forumite!

 

[Repareur]

This is a great thread! Yes I think a reunion in the California desert with stilettos sounds marvelous! I can just see my sports fan buddy Mikeyank in stilettos. I would pay money to see that. Count me in.

By the way my mother had a great pair of red patten leather stilettos that I used to get out of their box in the attic and try to walk in. If you could make it up and down the attic stairs you could walk anywhere.

 

[SFPS01]

This is a great thread! Yes I think a reunion in the California desert with stilettos sounds marvelous! I can just see my sports fan buddy Mikeyank in stilettos. I would pay money to see that. Count me in.

By the way my mother had a great pair of red patten leather stilettos that I used to get out of their box in the attic and try to walk in. If you could make it up and down the attic stairs you could walk anywhere.

OMG.........So true.

 

[Mediarahan]

A story from me

From age 2.5-5 my dad went to other country to pirsue his master degree so basically my mom raised me by herself. I don't really have a man figure in my life, i can't play with my male cousins cause they were on other level (economy wise and playstation was a thing, and i was in not so rich family), i also don't like physical games, i was into reading book about animals, dinosaur, etc (until now) and i qas surrounded my female all the time.

By the time i was in 2nd or 3rd grade, i had a bestfriends (1 boy his name was mike and his sister, and my girl who i befriend until now and we live close, basically like sister), and as a boy we (me and mike) sometimes took a shower together and i always looked at him fascinated. And from that point onward i knew i like guy cause idk i was gay or not at that time.

Fast forward to the end year of junior high going to 1st year of senior high i met my first bf (i REFUSE to call him my ex cause it's just so bad and weird). And at that point i knew i was gay.

But nope! On my 2nd year of college i fell in love with a girl BUT i didn't believe myself that i actually was able to had thatt kind of feeling towards opposite sex. But up until now i can't describe what my orientation is, at least what i can say is i'm not straight.

Overall that is my really short story about me

 

[tampa24]

Congratulations elyot1 on hitting the 2000 post mark. Even though you are just a neophyte compared to this old blabbermouth here in Brooklyn, but I wanted to mark this noteworthy occasion for our young veteran forumite!

Congrats indeed Elyot!

And while you might appear to be a relative newbie by measure of just your number of posts, we also know that you have been here with us in the forum from the very beginning of it for all of us in October of 2008. I'm glad you're still here.