I was the youngest of four sibling brothers, from a working class family in the UK. Through my childhood, my mother used mail-order catalogues to buy big ticket items, as that was the only way we could afford them. These catalogues also had fashions. When a new catalogue arrived, I spent hours looking at the men in their underwear, and the ladies in their Wonderbras. I assumed all boys did the same.
When I was 18, I went to London with a friend to celebrate New Years Eve. Walking around Soho in the evening, we were enticed into a strip show. (The guy on the door must have known we were underage). We sat in the dimly lit room as a series of women did a striptease, the first time we had seen a naked woman. With straining dicks, we went to Trafalgar Square for the festivities, before catching the last train home. The train had small compartments, with a bench each side that seats six. The train was almost empty, so we dared to relieve our sexual tension. We lay on opposite benches, dropped our trousers, and came in about two minutes. I still did not see this as gay, just two guys relieving themselves after seeing naked women.
I thought nothing of more of it, met a girl, fell in love and married at 20, going on to have three children. I was a lecturer at college, and for a while, had a lodger, who I knew was gay. There were several times when I dithered outside his bedroom, but never had the nerve to enter, A couple of years later, my cousin and I had to go on a course in the North. Our lodger had a VW camper, and offered to take us, so that we could sleep in the camper and save hotel bills. My cousin slept in the bottom and myself and the lodger had the top bunks. He must have given my cousin sleeping tablets, as within minutes we were kissing and tossing each other. We were there three nights, and we did it every night. Once again, I put it down to a bit of fun, and thought nothing more of it. Once again, I put it in the back of my mind.
My cousins and us bought a pub, and ran it very successfully for four years, before they bought us out, and we bought a pub of our own. For years, nothing happened. It was now nine years since the episode in the camper. We decided to sell. On our last night, we had a party and most of us were pissed, and when I'm drunk, I get brewers droop. I started to feel sick. Mark, a good-looking nurse, took me to the kitchen. While I had my head over the sink, he rubbed my back. It gave me an erection.
More to follow.
