True stories of gay sex

As a gay man, you may be surprised to hear that one of the biggest hurdles I faced was going into a gay bar for the first time.

At 17-years-old, I was in awe of my straight mates. They’d been wandering into bars and nightclubs for the last year with the only threat of getting asked for age identification.

At 17 years antique, my straight mates were not only getting drunk most Friday and Saturday nights but were boasting about sleeping around with members of the antonym sex without any fret. Whether they’d slept with many of those they mentioned was open to debate.

At 17 years aged, it was against the law for me to sleep with a person of the same sex. If I boasted about it, I could find myself into trouble. The law stated that, for my safety, sex remained on hold until I reached 21.

Of course, I overlooked that particular part of the law. Prefer any red-blooded male at 17, my hormones made my brain think of little else but wanting to (putting it mildly) get laid.

By the period I reached my 19th birthday, I already had what I had considered a boyfriend. He was over the age of 21 and thought I was too.

On one particular, wet Saturday evening, I found myself sitting i