"I have to go." He said with looking at me while he put his jacket on as if he is ashamed of himself for what just happened.
"Harry you don't have to-."
"Only you brought me here to do this?" He said to me.
But I couldn't answer the question cause I don't want him to start judging me about my sexuality.
You here in the 50s being a homosexual is an arrestable affect is very illegal to be gay. And if anyone who's or finds out I get thrown in jail and lose my job.
He didn't say anything else and he just walked out the door without looking back at me.
...
August 18th 1951
Next evening after work I went to my favorite bar of London is secret place that the public doesn't know about is good thing.
I asked the bartender for a glass scotch and as I wait for my drink a gentleman a couple of feet away from me looking at me.
"Good evening we have here." He commented.
"Indeed." I responded as took a sip of my drink.
I just looked at him.
"What do you want?" He asked as touched my lips with his thumbs.
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Moments later we are in the alleyway I'm on my knees sucking his cock. And then we got busted by some police officer they shout the f slur to us. But lucky for me I got away before I could get caught myself is dangerous world we life in.
The next morning I just off from work and I found Harry on my doorstep looking lost.
"Hi." I said to him.
"Hi, I need to talk to you." He said while standing back up.
"Okay, come inside." I walked by him to unlock my door and opened it.
"What do you want to talk about?" I asked him.
"About the other night. Why?" He asked.
I rolled my eyes. "Harry, let's just forget about it."
"Just tell me why?" He asked.
"Harr-."
"Tell me why!"
"CAUSE I LIKE YOU!" I yelled back at him.
And then he kissed me then I kissed me back while we are removing our jackets. He pushed me towards my bedroom on to my bed.
