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When I Had Sex With Other Men. Instalment Number One

8th July 2025 - 22:17 | London, Central


A Long One (OOO ERR MISSUS

The First Instalment: Late Adolescence

Most of my experience HOMOSEXUALITY has been in the last decade but there were some earlier wanderings during the sexual awakening of late adolescence. Both involved me being a member of a Youth Theatre, during consecutive summers; firstly, after A-Levels and then after my first year at university, just after I’d discovered the sensuality of sexual relationships with women, amidst the drunken fondles, one-night stands and the occasional alcohol induced coma and floppiness of one or both of us. I’m proud to say that if I was the conscious one, I never pursued matters. I should add that the names of individuals have been changed, both in this missive and the ones to come/cum, should you choose to ask for more.

Referencing the Youth Theatre, when it came to drama, I was a bit unusual in the 1980s with the wannabe luvees. Whilst I did well in my English O-Levels (Language and Literature) I was better at science and loved sport and a level of adolescent machismo, especially if showing off to girls was involved.

The first encounter was whilst waiting for my A-Level Results and involved me, Peter and his 17-year-old girlfriend, Amanda. Peter and I had been given male lead roles in a well-known Gilbert & Sullivan Operetta and Amanda was in the female chorus. Peter and I therefore rehearsed a lot together and Amanda would stay behind, waiting to be walked home. I should add that I lived 10-miles out of town and if it was looking like I’d miss the last bus, I had plenty of school/college mates, whose parents would put me up after we’d “decompressed” from our rehearsals with a few beers, noting in those days you could sign-on during student holidays, so buying a round, wasn’t a problem.

As it happened, it was mid-August and all my palls were on holiday; Peter (from another school) offered me a spare room at his parent’s. We got there, and he announced that they were on holiday with his siblings. It was just the three of us. After a bit more alcohol, we ended up playing strip pontoon (none of us could grasp the rules of poker.) We were down to our underwear and Andrew asked me if I’d kiss Amanda. We kissed and I began reaching for the clips on her bra, she helped me and I felt my cock being caressed through my pants. It was Peter. If I’m honest, I was too bothered about Amanda’s body to care. Within moments, us three teenagers were naked and I was on my back with the other two giving my cock full attention and inevitably (being 18yo) I’d cum rapidly on my (then 6-pack) belly.

I lay there simultaneously pleasured, perplexed and disconcerted. I had performed a legal sexual act with a “consenting female” but in those days, for me and Peter (Peter and I?) it was illegal. At some point in the “early hours” Amanda came and lay next to me in my bed. No sex, just two naked teen bodies of a similar, consensual age.
Somehow, we kept our council and presence over the last two weeks of rehearsals and managed three sterling performances during the show (OOOH, ERR, MISSUS, as Frankie Howard would say.)

Fast forward twelve months. Again, I’d auditioned and got a male lead role. Sorry if that sounds a tad arrogant, I was however 19 after all and full of myself. I’d also realised that despite being from a Comp. I could compete socially with the “Eton Rifles” and their ilk! It’s my well educated, angry working-class roots, don’t you know? I digress, so moving on.
I was back in the same Youth Theatre, Peter wasn’t there; his parents were a tad wealthier than mine in 1984 and early proponents of Gap Years. Although it was more the Villa in the Med, learning “Land Management” by observation, before his Agric Degree, rather than back-packing through the Hippie Haunts of Asia or pretending to be altruistic in South America or Sub-Saharan Africa. No sign of Amanda (more about her at the end of this episode) but there was a guy (quite effeminate) also called Peter, who had a minor solo role. Add to the mix, the 30-something year old mother (Lizzie) of one of the other cast members, who was helping with set design and who’d taken a shine to me (LOL) and you can see how the amateur dramatics of the Summer of ’84 became a sexual melting pot. All this was with me opening the bowling for my local cricket team, and pre-season football training Who said blokes can’t multi-task?

Heady days, amidst the Miners' Strike, football hooliganism and racism. Again, another story for another day. In some respects, it’s a shame I was 19 and studying for a very conventional degree. Adhering (relatively speaking) to the social norms, may have kept me from contracting an STD or even HIV, given the era. We can only speculate?

Anyway, again I digress so enough of the “what ifs” and depressing (disease) stuff. Peter Mk 2 (the lesser solo role) was obviously gay. Even a 1985 version of my GayDar got that, but we got on with the show. The performance (again over three nights) went well, but such was the success that the local Arts Centre negotiated with the local Hippodrome Theatre for a sell-out performance in the November. My Second Year at Uni and Peter Mk2’s first. Luckily it was only 30-min on the East Coast Mainline from my University, so I could attend regular rehearsals. Peter Mk2 was at another nearby University, so also made it back for rehearsals.

Now back to Lizzie. She helped design sets and asked a few of us (including Peter Mk2 and I if we would pose in costume (Roman Soldiers) in her conservatory so that she could make some sketches for an advertising poster. I remember Peter Mk2 looking a little bit sheepish as he stared at me, whilst I dressed as a Centurion, but thought no more of it. Lizzie did the sketches and the posters went out. The Hippodrome Performance was a storm and everyone was “buzzing”. Lizzie and her husband had arranged for a party “back at theirs.” It was a three-storey terrace and as I went to the toilet on the first floor, Peter Mk2 followed me. I had a piss, washed my hands, dried them and unbolted the door to find him trying to kiss me. We were back in the toilet with door bolted and he was thanking me for my kindness towards him, as he thought my relative machismo equated to homophobia. What he actually said was “I’m gay and I always thought you’d hated puffs because of what you’re like, but you’ve been so understanding.” I could have flung a punch through discomfort but I just let him work on me, before aggressively thrusting my cock as I spurt. We kissed and cuddled at the end of my orgasm and we’ve never seen each other again in 41-years.

Now for the winding up of this instalment. In the early 1990s I again, met Amanda at the wedding of a mutual friend. We had a wonderful evening, night and morning in a rural setting, a bit like Hugh Grant and Andie MacDowell in the first wedding of “Four Weddings and Funeral” We subsequently met for a date a week later, but my pending journey to work overseas put an end to anything else. She did however tell me in pillow talk that Peter (Mk1) had come out as Gay and they’d never had penetrative sex, without anything being in his arse. On a personal level, I don’t see that as necessarily being gay, but there you go.

To end, Amanda and I had an emotional, as well as sexual attraction, but I went overseas, and like Peter Mk2, we’ve never seen each other again. What else? Peter was probably a gay pleasure seeker, with fun/lack of empathy. Mark? Probably not so. Me? “Answers on the back of a postcard.”
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