Date: Sun, 21 Aug 2011 18:08:06 +0800
From: David S <sai_kung@hotmail.com>
Subject: Conversion from Bi to gay (Encounters)

This is a true story and happened in 1978 while I was
serving in the Royal Navy as an engineer lieutenant.    I
was living in West Hampshire, married with 3 small children
and to all outward indications a pillar of the straight and
narrow.    However, as I am sure that most readers here will
understand fully, all is not necessarily as it seems on the
surface.

The law then was very different from the present much more
liberal and sensible legislation of 2003.    The Sexual
Offences Act 1967 was a very limited reform.    It only
exempted gay sex from criminal prosecution if it took place
between two consenting males aged 21 or over in private.
Otherwise, the 1956 anti-homosexual laws still applied, with
any sex act between men illegal in all other circumstances.
The 1967 Act only applied to England and Wales (Scotland and
Northern Ireland had to wait until 1980 and 1982
respectively to catch up) and did not actually repeal any of
the pre-1967 legislation.    More importantly for me, the
Act specifically excluded members of the Merchant Navy and
the Armed Forces.    Notwithstanding Winston Churchill's
famous quotation that he always thought the traditions of
the Royal Navy were "rum, buggery and the lash", those of us
in the services were still effectively governed by the
draconian 19th century law prohibiting "unnatural offences,
buggery and gross indecency" and liable to imprisonment if
caught misbehaving.    The worst part was probably the
resulting instant dismissal from the Service with loss of
any pension rights.    As a result, those of us who did have
an inclination to play with like-minded friends had to be
very, very circumspect.    Still, there were opportunities.

I worked in a shore training establishment in Portsmouth
which meant that I had to drive to and from work through
Southampton every day.    I soon discovered a gay culture
there and started to get curious.    I met a great guy of
about my own age, then 29, called Philip, who was the area
coordinator for the Campaign for Homosexual Equality and
openly gay himself.    I wasn't too keen on the campaign as
it tended to be a bit too open for a supposedly incognito
naval officer to get involved with.  However, after the
first meeting I attended, Philip took me to a great gay
nightclub in central Southampton, the Magnum Club.    There
we sat, talked and inevitably got onto the subject of sex
what was I, a basic married straight, doing there and so on.
He pushed all the right buttons and clearly I responded the
right way to him.    It was very liberating and very sexy as
it was the first time I had talked openly about what I
wanted in life and in particular my sex life.    The
inevitable result was for him to take me back to his nearby
home (I had made an excuse to my wife about staying in
Portsmouth overnight).     Shortly after getting in the
door, we were sprawled on the large beanbag and I was
sucking his cock, obviously quite satisfactorily despite my
inexperience because I was getting a quite serious and
gratifying reaction from him - when suddenly he burst out in
fits of laughter.  When he could talk again, he asked me
"What are you doing? I'm supposed to be the gay one here!"
He said he was suddenly taken with the incongruity of it and
highly amused that a novice could be so forward.    We went
on from there in natural and smooth progression.    I fucked
him on the beanbag - he came just before me without touching
his cock and telling me how good it felt and how much he
liked my cock inside him - then on to bed where I sat on top
of his cock and did much the same.    Then again in the
morning each way round and a short suck for Portsmouth.

I saw him a couple of times more and the sex experience was
as good as the first but it was never going to be a big love
affair.    Soon after, he met the love of his life and moved
to live with him in London.    I heard from him a few years
later that it was working out long term.    I was sad for
myself but very happy for him because he was a great hearted
and generous friend to me just when I needed it.    He
taught me to enjoy myself and not to be embarrassed or feel
guilty, a problem which I had suffered from in my previous
fumblings with other guys.    I found that I was ok at
technique and that my straight sex experience seemed to have
been very good practice for same sex activity.    Judging by
what Philip told me in the heat of things, straight guys
tend to do more fucking than gay and are sometimes better at
it, which was logical when I thought about it.    It's
certainly been borne out by various experiences since then
when I've had a great cock right inside me but the owner
sometimes didn't know what to do then.    Perhaps most
importantly of all, Philip taught me that I was not unusual,
that there are plenty of others out there in the world with
the same instincts, the same likes, that I had no reason to
worry about being a freak.    I remain really happy that we
met for a short period and am immensely grateful to him for
what he taught me.    Philip was simply a really good friend
and sex mate and I shall always love and remember him quite
a bit.

D

Postscript:    After a divorce, a 2 year break on my own, a
second marriage (should have learned the first time) and a
second divorce, I finally finished up foreswearing all women
in my life and now live happily with my lover.    I
occasionally get a bit wistful about all the missed
opportunities earlier in my life but no real regrets at all.
New experiences continue to occur, fisting and some gentle
SM most recently, and I shall be working hard to ensure that
I shall continue to learn and expand my horizons.