Perverts Progress Part 3.
Dear reader, more to come....................... . It was a funny old time back in the late 60s and 70s, sex was underground, if you wanted to see an adult film it was a question of getting the projector out, slotting a film through a spool and then hoping no one came in while you watched it. Porn left something to the imaginationand the only time you saw pubic hair was in Health and Efficiency. There were however little seams of pleasure around. As someone under 21, homosexual acts, would get you committed and getting a girl pregnant virtually ended your life there and then...............Oh the shame of it............... . One evening I took myself to the bar of a local hotel it was a known haunt of gay men, that I had heard about with the usual bigotry that was so prevelant then. I was nervouse, and stepped in observing several illicit rendezvou's at tables, and a general air of apprehension. I ordered a brown ale, yes, I was a sophisticate then as I am now.................... . Lit a cigarette and watched my surroundings, it wasnt long before a charming gentleman in his late sixties, parked himself next to me. My heart was pounding, whilst we chatted, five minutes had passed, when the doors flew open, and in walked Plod. Several plod to be exact, the bar man who had been standing near to myself and my new found friend, shoved a tray of dirty dishes into my hands, and sent me to the kitchen, the entrance to which was a few feet away.... he shouted after me, to be quick about it. I didnt need telling twice and put the tray in the kitchen, hot footed out of the kitchen door, and was away in a flash. My first gay experience dashed on the rocks of frustration. Having said that I dont think I had felt more alive, and thrilled. I got the bus home, and that was that. My solitary sexual experiences were my only solace for a few weeks. However that was all going to change, as I was about to tumble down a wonderfully deviant rabbit hole.
I had a part time job in a local business, and was working there one day, when George walked in. An elderly effeminate and quite aloof sort, he walked straight up to me. Now if I am being truthfull, I did know of George, he was a local, who I did use to say hello too, and I must admit, was always attracted to, but didnt really know about how to approach. He asked if I still did gardening work, which I did, and I knew he had a small house and large garden in a quiet location out of the town. He asked if I could come and have a look at his garden, and do some work to get it up to scratch. I had plenty of free time so readily accepted, if the truth were known, I doubt a Ferrari would have beaten me up there.
I arranged to call up there that evening. He thanked me and left. The rest of the day was spent in anticipation, my first attempt in the bar had failed, how would this fair?.
I went home, had something to eat and said I would be back later, off I cycled to Georges. His house was in a very quiet position and was a lovely property. The garden was not so much untidy but in need of a lot of pruning, and general work. I knocked on the door and George opened it and invited me in. He was a small man only about 5'4"and very slim. He was wearing slacks and a pastel coloured shirt. I did notice however that the slacks were zipped at the side, just like a ladies. We went into the house, and into a small room at the back, my eagle eye spotted an airer, with what looked like slips and underwear on, the female variety. I went into the rear garden, and Georges hand brushed my buttocks just a little longer than it should have done. He said nothing and took me on a tour of the garden. There was a lot of work, but I was more than happy to do it. He seemed very pleased about this...........................so dear reader what is going to happen next, my very thoughts as I cycled home and anticiapted what the rest of the summer was to bring..............................
I had a part time job in a local business, and was working there one day, when George walked in. An elderly effeminate and quite aloof sort, he walked straight up to me. Now if I am being truthfull, I did know of George, he was a local, who I did use to say hello too, and I must admit, was always attracted to, but didnt really know about how to approach. He asked if I still did gardening work, which I did, and I knew he had a small house and large garden in a quiet location out of the town. He asked if I could come and have a look at his garden, and do some work to get it up to scratch. I had plenty of free time so readily accepted, if the truth were known, I doubt a Ferrari would have beaten me up there.
I arranged to call up there that evening. He thanked me and left. The rest of the day was spent in anticipation, my first attempt in the bar had failed, how would this fair?.
I went home, had something to eat and said I would be back later, off I cycled to Georges. His house was in a very quiet position and was a lovely property. The garden was not so much untidy but in need of a lot of pruning, and general work. I knocked on the door and George opened it and invited me in. He was a small man only about 5'4"and very slim. He was wearing slacks and a pastel coloured shirt. I did notice however that the slacks were zipped at the side, just like a ladies. We went into the house, and into a small room at the back, my eagle eye spotted an airer, with what looked like slips and underwear on, the female variety. I went into the rear garden, and Georges hand brushed my buttocks just a little longer than it should have done. He said nothing and took me on a tour of the garden. There was a lot of work, but I was more than happy to do it. He seemed very pleased about this...........................so dear reader what is going to happen next, my very thoughts as I cycled home and anticiapted what the rest of the summer was to bring..............................
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