Home Forums Hunting & Shooting Hunter's Campfire Have you ever been hit on by a guy?

He told me he was just cold.....not queer

A couple of times. The first time was while I was working one Summer in Detroit Or. It was the mid-seventies and they were logging full on then.

I was fifteen/sixteen and working in my cousin's restaurant. My cousin's son (second or third cousin to me) was a couple years older than me and had a group that he hung with. They were all logging kids. They usually didn't care about me much. One day one of them asked me if I wanted to go four wheeling up in the hills. I said sure. We get up there a ways and are looking down on the reservoir and he starts hitting on me.

This kid was BIG and I was really kinda worried that they might find me the next Spring tied to a tree with my pants around my ankles.

I declined his advance and he turned kinda pale. Turned out he was scared to death that I might tell someone in town. I realized at that point if it came out that he was gay, they would have never found his body.

Never told anyone and he was always very pleasant after that. I honestly felt pretty sorry for him having to live in fear like that.

I hear ya there!

Maybe its just me but male [bleep] never did much for me.

Twice that I know of, and I have a pretty good gaydar having a gay brother.
Anyway the first was probably more of a sexual predator when I was 16 or so.

I was at the airport, having just come back from a quail/pheasant/chukar hunt and was sitting on the cooler full of birds and had my shotgun in a break down case in front of me, waiting for my folks to come pick me up. This guy sat down next to me and said,"lemme guess, a trombone?"
I said, "no, it's a shotgun".
He then said, "a trumpet?".
"No, a shotgun"
He looks at me, looks at the cooler, looks at the case, probably finally noticing the little molded in game scene, and gets up and walks away. I didn't think anything of it at the time, but now wonder if he was trying to pick up a kid.

In college I was out with three girls for a birthday party. We started at one hotel bar in Bozeman, then went to the Rockin R, which had just been remodeled and was probably the first non smoking bar in Bozeman. Earlier I had just made out with one of the chicks after saying something like, "someone's gonna think I'm gay being the only guy out with 3 hot chicks". Sure enough, when we went to the R bar, a girl came up to me and said her friend would like to meet me, and that he's sitting over there, while pointing towards the back. I never looked, just laughed it off and told her that I somehow knew this was going to happen tonight. Made out with that girl too, but she wouldn't put out.

Once, Santa Rosa Ca. in the mid 80's, fruit loop was a chef at the hotel we were staying in.

I was chillin' at the pool after a rough day's work, punk made a comment, I threw a 3/4's full longneck bottle of beer at him, missed and knocked out a big window to another room .

A twelve man iron-working crew had to pack-up and leave, forkin' homo's.

Gunner

THAT'S IT!!!!!!!!! I'M GONNA' BLOW---NO PUN...

Yep it was in the men's room at the Jacksonville, FL Mays Dept Store I was sitting on the crapper with my pants down around my ankles and there was no door on the crapper stall and in walks this queer and asks me if he could hold it for me. To which I told him to get the F___ out of my sight.

Sorry to to say I was in a real compromising position and couldn't react appropriately.

Yeah, once, about 45 years ago! Left the sob stuffed in crapper in a public restroom bleeding and unconcious! Last time he asked to 'vacuum' my junk! I was 22 at the time and married to a woman! Never will have a use for queers-----NEVER!

Sorry but your cousin is an outright thief and a POS.





Getting hit on by a gay doesn't give him the right to assault and steal from him.

I had a buddy in Viet Nam who was from New Jersey that you probably wouldn't have liked, either. He and his school buddies used to roll queers for spending money.

I guess you can edit a post for up to twenty-four hours...

No but girls hit on me. I rather have that.

Well, duh!

Fixed it for ya

I spent most of my adult life as a traveling musician, as my user-name "Fiddler" might suggest. I roamed from coast to coast with many stops in interstate rest areas. Many of these places are notorious homosexual playgrounds. Of course, I had no idea what I was in for when I rolled in off the road, but it never took long to find out.
While sitting there trying to take a crap, I'd look up to see an eager face leering at me from under or over the stall, or the huge gap always present at the edge of the stall's door.
Gets old real fast!

Funny story. While stationed in Germany me and 2 other guys went skiing in the Alps. Afterwards we went out to get a beer, just went to the first bar we walked by. As soon as we walked in I got a weird feeling. We sit down and several guys walked over to buy us a beer. We left shortly after that