One of the commenters on my stories said he would like to know more about me so here goes. I'm in my sixties now because I was born a long time ago. I grew up in St Catharines and came to sexual maturity in the mid-sixties. For a lot of the younger readers it will be hard to believe how different things are now compared to then.
First I have to say that although I started playing with men and women at about the same time just after turning legal in age it was years before I actually met anyone I knew who admitted to anyone that they ever did anything homosexual. The reasons for this were many. In many jurisdictions the actual act of homosexual sex was illegal. Even where it was not illegal it was so frowned on that it would have cost jobs, lead to ridicule and violence, shunning by most if not all organizations of any sort etc. etc.
When I was in my late teens calling someone queer was considered about the worst insult you could use and in the entire city there were only 2 men that I was in anyway aware of who were reputed to be gay.
Although I was in a high school of about 700 students I didn't know of any of them that were in any way gay. None of them ever knew I was either. I started dating my first girlfriend at 16 yrs of age and over the next 5 years we progressed from necking to having semi regular sex without either of our parents knowing anything about it. That is not to say the parents were entirely dense about this sort of thing but nothing was ever admitted or overt. At the same time as this was going on I became aware of the local city hall washroom. The bus station for the city was based in the parking lot behind the city hall and there was a washroom there where the walls and stalls were covered in graffiti offering or requesting blow jobs. Some of these had names and phone numbers attached but I never knew if they were real or just put up to trick people or harass others by getting people to phone them. There were however often men hanging around the washroom and I became aware that some of them hung around there longer than was needed to relieve yourself.
My first ever sexual encounter with anyone besides my own hand was with a guy I met there in the washroom. He was probably in the neighbourhood of 30 years older than me but as a horny late teen who had been thinking about it for months I finally got the nerve to actually try my luck with this guy. We went in his car to a wooded area at the south edge of the city and there gave each other blow jobs.
Over the next few years I met other men around downtown St Catharines. Some of the signs in the washroom said that the area under the Burgoyne bridge was a place to find action and I soon found out that was true. Right in under the bridge there was an area with more signs written on the steel work or the concrete again offering or asking for gay sex. I went there every once in a while and sometimes I got lucky lots of times I didn't. At no time did I ever go to anyone's home or take anyone home.
