The Old Days

you wonder how we did it in the old days
as if sex really was invented back
in nineteen sixty-three
and gay sex in sixty-seven
but sex is sex
just as eating is eating
it's all the same innate wanting
whether you like Red Leicester with beef
or casserole
or whatever
I can't sum it up
except with an anecdote
there were guys who were better at it than others
who could pick up sailors
morning noon and night
and never get beaten up
I wasn't like that
didn't have the social skills I guess
instead I'd make a guess and try
if the bloke looked safe enough
like once in a pub near Blackpool Beach
as moonlight tangled in the Ferris wheel
and only sad men were left at the bar
his name was Trevor and I'd served with him
'hope I can serve you again' I said
taking a swig of my pint as I did
so if it came to it I could say
that I was drunk not queer
we ended up back at his place
a flat
better than my boarding house
the rules of which likely
precluded sodomy
we lay there after  
just recovering
not touching though I tried
to put my arm around him
he shrugged it off
as if letting a man caress
is more intimate
than letting him come inside you
it was
Written by Casted_Runes (Turpin)
Published | Edited 15th Nov 2021
Author's Note
A long time ago a user on this site wrote a poem about a furtive gay encounter between two men back when homosexuality was illegal. This is my version of that basic idea.
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