Another day, another gallery.  Gay, of course.  Watched two gay fuck videos already.  Cock dripping pre-cum.  Beginning of a new and normal day.

It took me a very long time to put two and two together.  When I was just 8, I had a beautiful young boy as a mate, walking after school, hand in hand and happily so, to where his mum used to pick him up.  I can still remember his appearance, and how soft his hand felt, a very sweet boy.  But one day he told me that his mum did not want me to accompany him after school, because, he said, she did not think it was a good thing.  I accepted that, but felt confused:  What was not good about two 8 year-old boys happily holding hands?  The moment passed, and I was too young to actually register that I was gay from the start.

At 16 years old I was one of a group of four of us and we used to get together in the countryside and stroke or suck each other off.  It seemed totally normal to me.  But I did not identify that behaviour as -gay- since to me it was normal, and very necessary. Around that time, I got heavily interested in Greek gay poetry (in translation).   It was beautiful, so many descriptions of the erect cock celebrating love of life, with another young boy or man, the curves of the male buttocks, the torso, the sensation of the cock pushing into the lover's cunt.  It was as if I had already done all that and knew it was very good.  It seemed so normal, and necessary.  Then social norms got in the way, and, unconsciously, I turned off my gay nature without realising what I was doing, or even that I was doing something not in my own self's interests.  Crazy.

Men were always attracted to me, but I could never reciprocate, even though, during two periods, I shared a house with another gay.  It is still the same, but I have the feeling to make up for empty time, when I was not being gay in the real world, now that the real world, so-called, and the real me are now openly one and the same:  gay, only wishing to kiss another man, fuck another man, suck another man's cock - be they young or old, it is all the same, fat or thin, it is all the same: everyone needs love and attention, and gay men are no different.  So I would be like the Greek poetry I loved to read: alive to help other men be fully gay, openly, the way I wish I had been smart enough to realise, years ago, that that help was what I needed most but it did not come.

So I start every day watching men fuck, making love, sharing their cum, their joy, their energy, they gay strength, without artificial limits imposed by society or fear (limits for health reasons are common sense).  So, my gay brothers, suck, stroke, embrace, fuck and be happy, for tomorrow.....