An Account of Sex with Friends from Long Ago: Cheetahs, Tigers, Leopards, and Farmers (?)

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I had two slightly similar situation where I ended up being in sexual situations with folx that had been friends I had fallen out of touch with and then reconnected with.

This is in the distant past, the 90s, long before we had cell phones and could slide into someone's DMs or hook up on Gridr.

There was a classmate in high school I had a major crush on. He looked like Mark Hamill as he appeared in The Empire Strikes Back. We became pals, but it was the 80s and I was very much in the closet to everyone. We fell out of touch after high school.

By 1991, I was out to everyone and a regular on the club scene with an apartment in the trendy part of town. By the time that started to feel a bit stale (rinse, wash, repeat every Thursday and Saturday night), I took the opportunity to move into a duplex at the edge of the suburbs, right along the boundaries of the rural areas with farms. This was about 1995.

My sweet, but super religious, neighbor and I became pals in that way an openly gay man could become friends with less extreme version of Tammy Faye Bakker. (You know she thinks you're going to burn in hell, but she is so sweet to you and is a delight to hang out with.)

Come to find out, one of her church friends is my former high school crush. I did not know this, but she told him about me being her neighbor. One evening I get a knock on the door and it is Steve [name changed]. I open the door and my heart jumps. He says, "Tracy [name changed] told me you're her neighbor."

He comes in, follows me upstairs, and we sit in the living room. It feels a bit awkward. It seems like he wants something, but I cannot tell if that is him or me projecting that on him. We talk for a bit, playing catch up. I give him the short version of the gap years to be clear he knows I’m gay. He tells me a bit about his work farming before he starts asking me about being gay...what is it like, how did I know... the usual things one got asked by well-meaning, but clueless folx back in the 90s.

I don't remember the details anymore, but the conversation turned to what gay sex is like. Before long he is telling me he wants to try it but only if I swear not to tell anyone. I ended up laying there on the living room floor sucking on his cock as he leaned back spread eagle style. Then he sucked on me (I vaguely recall him commenting, "Hmmm, this is nice." in one moment when he came up for air.)

We eventually ended up 69ing and then jacking off together to orgasm.

Honestly, it wasn't great. He got dressed and left, and I felt as if I had just done something that put that crush solidly in my past. I never reached out to him and he never followed up with me. Tracy never mentioned being aware that he had stopped by (We share the same dual car parking pad.) and it was very easy to let it go.

In the second one, I was the object of desire. It happened before the incident with Steve above.

I visited a pal, (I will call him Kevin.) for the weekend in a college town two hours South of here.
Kevin had moved there for a career opportunity many months before and was missing his Portland friends. He was a sweet, reasonably attractive guy I had no sexual chemistry with. At the time, I really just wanted to get away for the weekend and be somewhere else.

Upon my arrival, I took my things into his apartment and freshened up a bit before we got into his car. Kevin gave me a tour of the town and picked up a couple of his friends along the way. We visited the downtown shops and the mall. He ended up introducing me to a half-dozen of his friends before we got a bite to eat.

I remember thinking, "Is every gay guy in this town a hunk?"

There were not a lot of out gay people Eugene at the time, and I think there were maybe two or three gay bars in the whole city. But, pe capita, the number of guys I was introduced to that were buff and met that gay jock ideal seemed much higher than in Portland. Even the men that were a bit queeny for me, I was attracted to. They had tight toned bodies with some muscle, nice arms and shoulders on all of them. Maybe it was just his friends, I don't know.

Some were built like cheetahs. Others were built like tigers with a bit more buik. All were hot AF from what I remember.

I even thought, "Am I physically attractive enough to be with these people?" (I had been told over and over again that I was good looking and had "a great face." And my body clearly showed the disciplined two hours of daily gym rat time, and a diet made mostly of chicken breast, tuna (little mayo), protein powders, and vegetables, but I never thought of myself as "muscular.") I was neither a cheetah nor a tiger. If my body was a cat's, it would've been a leopard's.

Yes, I was one of those gay guys that intellectually knew I was good looking, but never actually believed it...that or that men only liked me for my looks. (Insecure pretty people can be nightmares.) But I digress.

Later that evening a few of Kevin’s friends joined us for dinner at the local LGBT-friendly diner. In the process of asking who was who of the folx I had met, they all volunteered who was going out with who, who wanted who, and the typical gay male drama of the era before cell phones, text messages, Instagram, and Gridr. One of the sexy AF cheetahs wanted to be with one of the sex AF tigers that seemed to be on the "most desired" list. They had hooked up before, but were not a couple, not the way the cheetah wanted them to be. Oh, this *is* Portland, just on a smaller scale.

Kevin and I went back to his place to get ready for the clubs. I changed clothes and took a shower. Kevin was in a really good mood. As I was getting ready, I remember him blurting out "They're going to think my friends [from Portland] are the best looking!"

I remember feeling both complemented and alternately like I was being used to bolster Kevin's status with his Eugene friends. It was well-intentioned and said more about how both of us were fighting our own insecurities. I would have never presumed to be a trophy friend that Kevin was parading around town to show off to his Eugene friends, but that was at least a sliver of his motivation for the weekend invitation.

We went clubbing. I was really into that hot AF cheetah. I danced with him several times and he bought my drinks. The tiger of his desire, built like a star quarterback, was friendly with me, too. He placed his hands on my shoulders and my waist when we were dancing, but neither of us were going to go after the other (I was chased; I never overtly chased anyone.). He talked with me a bit, but was not actively trying to get my attention.

The club was tiny and it was impossible to miss the drama, the cliques, and hunting going on. At one point not much past 1:00 AM, Kevin pulled me aside to tell me the sexy AF cheetah was coming on to me in an attempt to make his tiger jealous.

I smiled and shrugged, but I thought to myself, "Yeah, I am not having this." Being told twice in one night I was being used was a bit much. I broke from the group hanging out by the bar to gesture that I was going to use the men's room, but instead, made for the exit. I ran out of the bar and hid behind in the dark at bank's drive thru a block away.

From that vantage point, I saw the sexy AF cheetah run outside, look around, and look distressed before heading back into the bar. Kevin came out before too long and I left with him to go back to his place.

We ended up sleeping in Kevin's bed. I had pajamas in those days. They were those loose silky ones with the single button on the fly and barely there waistband. At some late hour in the middle of the night, I felt Kevin's hand on the front of my pajama's fly. "Oh, why not?" I thought to myself. I faked still being asleep while Kevin groped me, pulled my cock out and eventually sucked me for a few minutes while he jacked off. It felt good and reminded me of the mutual masturbation from early in my coming out days. I remember knowing he had climaxed because of his breathing and the faint smell of jizz.

The next morning, Kevin and I got up and acted as if nothing had happened. He assumed I had remained asleep during the blowjob and I let him keep thinking that. He asked me why I had left the bar the way I had. In the context of the sexy AF cheetah, I responded, "I don't like being used." I think Kevin understood that I meant it to apply to him as well.

We ended up stopping by the house of one of Kevin's other friends. He was someone I had not met yet. He was a bit older, ruggedly handsome, with really strong forearms. He worked at a chicken processing plant. I liked him. We had breakfast and it was more pleasant than anything that had happened in the previous 18 hours. I ended up telling Kevin I wanted to head back to Portland to get some things done before work on Monday.

I ended up going to Peacock in the Park (in Portland), a charitable drag show performed in one of Portland hillside parks, later that same day, which is where I first sighted my next boyfriend. A couple of years later I would learn that boyfriend, a sexy AF leopard if ever there was one, was also a former William Higgins porn star. He would end up chasing after me and not believing me when I said I had spotted him long before he pursued me.

ME: "I saw you first."
HIM: "No, you didn't."
ME: "Yes, I did. I saw you during Peacock in the Park more than a year ago. You were wearing denim overalls with one strap unhooked and little else."
silence, a pause, and then he looks at me and says, "You're scarry." [Both of us laugh out loud.]

But that is another story.
 
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Some were built like cheetahs. Others were built like tigers with a bit more buik. All were hot AF from what I remember.
Ok the title of this thread had me concerned until I saw this.
I thought to myself. I faked still being asleep while Kevin groped me, pulled my cock out and eventually sucked me for a few minutes while he jacked off
o_Oo_Oo_O consent much?
 
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Ok the title of this thread had me concerned until I saw this.

o_Oo_Oo_O consent much?
I read that part too and it disturbed me. If this were two people of the opposite gender it would be a very different story. I wonder how often sexual assault is overlooked with men?
 
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