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<p>Hey guys, this is going to be a long post, sorry.<br /><br />The basic theme is not knowing if/how/when I should come out, if you're going to give me advice, please read the whole post.<br /><br />My grandmother is one of the most supportive people I've ever met. She always tells me "If it makes you happy and it doesn't hurt anybody, do it." She was adopted but 28 years ago she found out she had two sisters, Paula and Dana. They lived in Columbus and we're in Pittsburgh and even though the distance was long, they would always visit my Grandma and vice-versa. Well one day when I was like 7 or 8 we went up to Columbus to visit Dana and her husband Curt. I always knew them as my aunts and uncles, even though they're technically my great aunts and great uncles. Well during our visit Dana and Curt took me to the YMCA or a similar type of gym to go swimming. After we were done swimming Curt took me into the locker room to get dressed and this was the first time I'd seen a grown man naked. I don't know if it's normal for little kids to ask why men have hair down there and stuff but I did, and without getting too graphic Curt ended up molesting me and taking advantage of me sexually. I know that seems random, but it was my first sexual encounter and I think it led to me being gay. I could be wrong.<br /><br />Jump ahead to middle-school, I've known I was gay since the end of Elementary School but I've never told anybody. In middle-school I pretty much took an interest in everything that fit the gay stero-type: musical theatre, singing, dancing, art, other cultures, languages, clothes, stuff like that. I got bullied a lot, and it was really physical. My bully, DJ, and his friends would punch and kick me, spit on me, knock stuff out of my hands... I had to go to the hospital 8 times throughout middleschool for broken bones or stitches. My parents are very right-wing conservatives. My dad was an Army Ranger for a long time and now he's a stone mason who owns his own business, my entire life was filled with gay slurs and him telling our family that gay people were abominations of the Lord. I'm religious, but I think we should love everybody equally, not based on gender. My mom, I know, would accept me no matter what, but thinks that no matter a man's interest he has a duty to be strong and show no signs of weakness. I know it doesn't sound like I'm describing real people, but that's honestly how they are. So whenever I'd come home bruised or bleeding, they'd do whatever they could to take care of it without going to the hospital. If I did have to go, they'd make me promise to tell the people I got hurt by an accident, not by being beaten up. After DJ bruised a couple of my ribs, my dad enrolled me in three karate classes, Krav Maga, Judo and Tae-Kwon-Do. After around a year of these classes every day my dad threatened to make me stop taking them if I didn't fight DJ, and I really enjoyed the classes so I decided to fight him. It wasn't a gigantic event but I fought DJ and won and he didn't pick on me for the rest of the year.<br /><br />Bringing us to high-school. A couple of kids on the football team (this entire story sounds like a cliche) heard about the fight and really wanted to meet me so they approached me on the first day of school in my freshman year. After some badgering I sat down with them and explained what happened. I was a mess and cried the entire time I told the story. To my surprise it didn't bother them, they didn't think I was weird, and one of the girls that sat with them even started crying too. After I was done with the story they didn't say much, but for the rest of the day they would say hello to me in the halls and stuff. It was the first time a peer of mine went out of the way to talk to me. The next day, I tried to sit alone, but they sat with me, and over time we all became really, really good friends. Since, like most schools, ours was practically run by the football team this made me one of the cool kids. Long story short (I know, too late), I spent the rest of my time in high-school being one of the popular kids: homecoming king, most likely to succeed, class clown, lead in two musicals, student council, you get the picture. I was in the drama club and the band, and I had a lot of crushes on guys, but I also had a lot of girlfriends.<br /><br />So before the end of my senior year I had quite a few girlfriends, but I had never been in love with a girl, and I was a virgin. I hated myself for being gay and I thought I could force it away by being with a woman, so I asked my girlfriend at the time if she'd be willing to fool around with me that night and she agreed. She blew me and it was nice and all, but I could force myself to have sex with her, I simply wasn't attracted to her. It didn't work, obviously.<br /><br />Then college came and I seriously fell in love with a chubby ginger boy named Alex. One of the first times we met he asked me if I wanted to cuddle. I pretended to be weirded out by the question but ultimately made a joke out of it and agreed. We became best friends and were inseperable. I spent more time in his room than in mine, we cuddled a lot, we worked out together and the first time I saw him naked, I knew that I couldn't change that I was gay. After about a year of being best friends he said I was weirding him out and spending way too much time with him and in a dramatic scene, we stopped being friends. It was the most crushing feeling I'd ever felt and in a way, I'm still in love with him.<br /><br />This brings us to the present. The reason I wrote all this is to illustrate the problems I'm having with coming out. I have tons of friends, in the amount of time it took me to write this I've missed 9 text messages from all different people. A lot of them are really weirded out by gay people and one of them has even told me he'd disown me if he knew I was gay. My dad and I are really close, but he literally hates gay people. I never told anybody about Curt molesting me and I want too, but I know my Grandma loves Dana and Curt so much and that she'd disown them if she knew. I don't know what to do guys, but I feel like a spy in a foreign place full of people who hate the place I come from. The gay place.<br /><br />I need help,<br />Hec.</p>

Me and my boyfriend Ralph were talking about how much Cum is ejaculated in gallons across the world in a 24 hr period. Either by sex , just ablow job or wanking. I bet it would fill a Olympic size pool  lol   xxx

<p>One of the bestest best members of GBT, Alan, 'ismealan' celebrates 600 days on the site tomorrow and I wanted to mark the occasion and wish him all the best for the next 600 days. Always enjoy talking to you Alan HUGS</p>

The Boy with Blue Hair.... The boy with blue hair can look at the night sky and be amazed from dusk to dawn. He thinks about how perfect every single little detail has to be in order for everything to work just right. He thinks about the Big Bang and how all of the smallest of particles end up as Gigantic Planets or a possible life giving Sun. He thinks that we are at the perfect place in time and how crazy it is to think we could all loose our tomorrow in the blink of an eye. He also thinks about how lucky we are to have Jupiter, sure you can see it in the night sky but do you understand it's importance? Without Jupitar, we would not be here. Without Earth churning away with its molten iron core we would not be here. The moon keeps our home from wobbling out of control, and everything is just so perfect. It takes billons of years to get life to even start and billions of years for life to finally get it right, life is still working on that part as we speak. It takes love, for two people to meet and to have a child from this love and how lucky the Boy with Blue Hair feels just thinking of that. The boy with Blue Hair got his hair from a decision he made for himself to do something out of the ordinary, to live a little, to do something crazy for once, to show the world he did not care what other's may think of him, to celebrate life and to try to spread some love and happiness to others. The Boy with Blue Hair was called a faggot today by a man more than twice his age and this same man forbids his son of any and all further contact. The Boy with Blue Hair is crushed and wishes he had never woke that morning, the day he dyed his hair so Beautifully Blue.

 

Any opinions on todays game? It pains me to say this being a Patriots fan, But I pick Baltimore by 10.

<p>Hey everyone, I know this seems stupid to post, but one of the reasons I joined GBT is to meet and be able to talk with people.

Harry Styles of 1 direction and his girlfriend Taylor Swift are staying in Bowness-on-Windermere in the Lake District guess at who's hotel they are staying! sorry can't tell you the name of the hotel for security reasons but i work there..

Yes, where are we now? Just name the city, the river and what is the mostly spoken language in this city? Wishing you all a very nice Saturday night, Cheers Boys:)))

Thank you to Gayboystube.com for all that you do which is so much more than you'll ever know.  I can't imagine how dull my life would be if it weren't for this website, but I know this that your work is appreciated and never taken for granted.  Not from the first drop or my hundreth gallon of jizz.  Respectfully, letme suckyouoff

<p>I've just taken a look at my friends list...

II am a 60 year old gay man who's hobby and passion for the last 40 years has been taking semi nude and all nude, artistic, erotic, and xxx Rated pictures and videos of young men 18 to 23 stra 8 , bi , or gay, all the pictures and videos are for my own collection and pleasure. They have never been seen by anyone other then the model and myself.

Over the years I have had the absolute privilege and joy in photographing close to 125 adorable young men of all walks of life black, hispanic, asian, and more. Most where cut and a few uncut. Most where str8 and others gay or bi and a few not sure. Every day I am on the search for the next model. 

I love what I do and enjoy the pictures and videos I take. Many models have become close friends and some have kept in contact over the years. Every photo shoot was an adventure and a memorable event. All the photo shoots where done in luxury hotel rooms with good food and drinks. All the models got to keep the clothes I purchased for them to pose in.

Some photo shoots where a night mare and I couldn't wait for it to end.

Now some of the guys that posed for me are in their late thirties and early 40's and still willing to pose for me, I would like to do a new shoots with them and call the file then and now. I know a lot of members bad mouth me because I do this but too bad this is what I love and who I am.

And please don't ask to see the pictures or ask for proof of how many guys I photographed the pictures are private between me and the models so respect that and understand I don't have to prove anything to anyone. You want proof come model for me and see for yourself.

I have always wanted to be with a ton of guys like in the videos, best I have ever done was be in an orgy with a group every one was doing everyone and that was just like a group of couples in the same room not really a mass fucking sometimes a threesome. Anyone want to share something better?

<p>So