1945 - My First Time - But Not My Last!
Posted on: March 11, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
When I was only a kid, I was forced to live alone and try to make a living for myself. I’d been kicked out of my family's home, because I told my parents that I thought I was homosexual. I really did not know what a homosexual was. But, I felt that I was one. My parents were very right-wing religious people. They didn't have room in their hearts for a queer son. So, I was ordered to leave their house. I only had a jacket to keep me warm - no gloves, no cap, no money, no nothing. Winters in St. Louis, Missouri are freezing cold. I still wonder how I made it through that first awful winter. I was homeless and lived on the streets. I always had to keep an eye open for the police and the truant officer from school. I was propositioned by every dirty old man in the city. But, I turned them all down. If I went to the theater to keep warm, some man would try to play with me. I went to a priest to ask for help. All he wanted was to feel my dick. I knew that if I were to have any life, I had to make it on my own. That was the best education in the world for me. I was so hungry and cold. But, I knew that anything was better than the life I was trying to live back at home. World War II was ...
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