Fancy a romantic nostalgic gay men story?
Hello my dear gays! I have a beautiful gay men story to tell, which has lain dormant on my hard drive for some time and is now finally ready to see the light of day. It is about my grandpa's brother and a former fellow student.
My "Gronkel," as I always called him as a child, was a loving family man and always open-minded and tolerant of everyone. At a family party, I outed myself as gay, which particularly upset my father and grandpa. My mother was not thrilled, but immediately said that she would love me no matter what and that the men would have to calm down first.
My uncle, on the other hand, gave me a big hug and told me what a great person I was and that I should enjoy my life with pride. He also snapped at my grandfather when he said that maybe I should go to therapy so that my head would be straightened out.
Unfortunately, my beloved Gronkel passed away this year. I was taking care of the household clearance and noticed a small alcove set into the floor under the marital bed. I opened the floor and found an ancient box with a diary and many letters. I wondered what he was hiding there and as I read through the contents, I also realized why he was so behind me.
The letters and his gay men's stories diary offered me a completely new picture of my great-uncle, because he was also homosexual, but had to hide and chose a "completely normal, heterosexual" life. I did not reveal anything to my great cousins, because they already had to struggle enough with the death of their beloved grandfather, there was no need to burst such a bombshell.
A diary entry is about the first encounter with a man and subsequent sexual acts that my great uncle recorded in his diary, probably to relive the memories. For stands this story for one of the most beautiful gay male relationships I have ever heard of. It is breathtaking and tragic at the same time.
The entry is wonderfully written and deals, among other things, with the game of hide-and-seek between the two gay men, which unfortunately I don't know how it ends. Actually, it is a tragic story of a gay man who could never really live out his sexuality. That is why his memory should live on. I am sure that today he would have no problem serving as an example and encouragement to all those who may still be struggling with themselves.
Diary entry 13.10.1970
Manuel, my Manuel. I can't stop thinking about him. My thoughts still can't come to terms with last night. I committed a terrible crime and put myself and my family's honor in danger. My inclinations are perverse and against all nature and yet I had to pursue them.
Yesterday it happened. Manuel and I were studying for our exams and our relationship had moved to a level that I can only explain with homosexuality. Great, I of all people have to deal with this affliction. I have always been enthralled with Manuel, his strong build, his long curly mane, and his mustache perched above his beautiful lips.
Whenever he entered my parlor, I had a strange feeling in my stomach area and I always wanted to touch him. Yesterday I even dared to. The touches were wonderful and for the first time I felt free and unconstrained. It was a wonderful experience, but it must not be repeated. I have to take care of that somehow. But when I think about yesterday evening, I wish that all this happens again and again.
Because I miss Manuel, even though he left just a few minutes ago.
At some point while studying, we had decided to take a break. He lit a joint and sat down by the window. His handsome face was illuminated by the sun and when I saw him like that, my heart pounded and throbbed. I tried to suppress the feeling, but the perverse inclination was just way too strong.
As if controlled by a stranger, I approached Manuel until I was standing next to him. He looked up and we talked about the upcoming exams and what we wanted to do with our lives afterwards. He opened up to me that he was gay and that I should shut up about it, but he just had to tell someone. I was impressed by the bravery, if only I were as brave, I thought to myself.
I was blushing. Certainly because I had long since realized how much I cared for him and that he was more than just a friend. But I didn't dare say this thought out loud. Manuel stood up and looked deep into my eyes. I lost myself in his gaze and an uncontrollable spell magically drew me to his lips.
The spell was so strong that I had to touch his lips with my lips. He returned the kiss and a chaos of emotions was ignited in me. I did not know what happened to me. It felt so good to feel his lips and I wanted more, but at the same time I knew that it was forbidden.
He touched me with his gaymen stories hands and every touch triggered a tingling in me. I was glad that he took the lead and I could let myself fall. He covered my body with kisses and slowly he moved to my lap. I was frightened and actually wanted to reject him, but the deep desire inside me wanted more. So I let him and decided at that moment that all this will certainly be a one-time thing.
He kissed my pubic area and my member pulsated. Before I knew it, I had reached the peak of my pleasure. He gently and tenderly pushed my legs apart, massaging me and giving me a wonderful feeling.
He penetrated me and I had the best sex in my life. He felt good and the positive feelings overtook me. I enjoyed him inside me, each thrust I received joyfully and wanted more. He thrust gently and quickly. He hugged and kissed me. We were deeply entwined and I felt him more and more intense until I could not hold it back and had an orgasm.
Manuel let me come first and then it was his turn. As long as he was there, I felt safe, secure and above all happy. Yet, as I write these words, I feel ashamed. I am sure: I must fight against this perverted inclination and defeat it. But it will certainly not be that easy.
My Gronkel's other diary entries deal with everyday topics. I don't know if he was afraid to reveal too much, if his lover left him or if he decided to ignore his passion for the same sex. The fact is: I am glad that he was able to experience this kind of closeness. On the other hand, the entry makes me incredibly sad.
Gay men stories don't always have to be about sex, but can also offer a glimpse into pure emotional chaos.
Wau what a good story and that shows me that you should live his life and thank God today what to trust!
Unfortunately, I also know such stories and dared not talk about it openly until recently.
Because I have met a young man he is twenty-eight and where I kissed him the first time he was a little scared but he was not averse he is hydro.
So it is worth to show your feelings. R.