In 1979, we'll say that a barely legal me used to have to go to the next small town over to pick up my copies of Blueboy and Numbers. There was a cigar store in B. that carried some gay porn mags. I discovered that sometimes when I picked up a gay mag that some of the other guys would be checking me out.How many of you older guys have a ballsy story like that? [/B]
So, one day I walked into the store, there was the usual line up of men in front of the magazine rack, so I reached right in picked up a Blueboy, and waited to see who looked. One guy did, so I flipped through the pages for a minute. He continued to look in my direction every few seconds, so I put the mag back on the shelf, turned in his direction, smiled, and walked out of the store.
He followed. We both got in our cars and I led the way. He followed me down one of the country roads, and when we were far enough outside of town, I stopped on the side of the road, got out of my car, and walked into the corn field. He followed.
I blew him. He enjoyed it. We parted without saying much of anything. This was pretty ballsy for a young guy in a small town.
Cheers,
Dzinerbear
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