I am 77 years old. When I was young, gay men didn't come out. Doing so was dangerous. Even today some states still have laws on the books prohibiting certain sexual activity between men. But in those days they were vigorously enforced. Gay men were routinely committed to state hospitals, often for life, if discovered to be gay. Those caught engaging in "unnatural acts," "crimes against nature," or "sodomy" were usually sentenced to lengthy prison sentences. Even if shrinks or the law didn't get you, your friends, relatives or neighbors would turn on you. You'd be ridden out of town on a rail if people even suspected you were gay.

When I was 12 I fell in love with an older boy who was 17. He also lived next door so I saw him and hung out with him all the time, or at least as much as I could. Frank was gorgeous. He was tall, lean, muscular, blond curly hair, blue hypnotic eyes, lips you can't stand removing your lips from. The closest current celebrity I would compare him to would be Justin Bieber at the same age.

Frank figured out early on that I had a crush on him. At first he was a perfect gentleman but after a few months of being his constant shadow I was invited into his basement on Saturday of the first day of summer after his parents and little sister took off for a protracted summer trip to the lake. He showed me a magazine with a photo of a male model in a travel advertisement. The model was wearing a swim suit. Frank asked my opinion. I told him he had a better body. He then stripped down to his shorts and posed like the model and asked if I still thought so. I said I did. Then he asked me to pose the same way so he could compare me and I stripped down and posed the same way.

The sexual tension was intense with both of us in our shorts posing for each other and getting compliments from each other. This developed into trading massages and it felt so good with his hands all over me and it was wonderful touching his beautiful muscles all over and then he had me lay down and he massaged me all over my back side and that is when he slipped his hands under my shorts and massaged my ass. When it was my turn to massage his back side he stripped out of his shorts and swung his huge cock back and forth with his balls banging into his thighs he swung his leg around and climbed onto the bench. I went right for his ass and before I knew it I had spent half an hour massaging it.

That was 1952. Before the end of the summer Frank and I were full blown lovers. But we had to be highly secretive about the whole thing. If anyone at all found out Frank would end up in prison and I'd end up i the state hospital.

Meanwhile unbeknownst to either of us, two very nice girls on the other side of town had fallen in love. Margaret and Elizabeth were 14 and 15 years old respectively and had been best friends since first grade and had begun exploring each other sexually.

Two years later I found myself in the same high school as Margaret and Elizabeth and became friends with both. I could see in their eyes that they were in love with each other. But I kept my own secret. Meanwhile Frank had been drafted into the army and was in Korea trying not to get his ass blown off.

In 1958 I finally graduated from high school the youngest of the four of us. Frank had been back home for over a year. We were out celebrating my entry into adulthood when Frank stole a brief kiss. He thought nobody was looking. Elizabeth saw the kiss but said nothing at first. I had already told Frank that it was obvious that Elizabeth and Margaret were in love. Later in the evening Margaret pointed out Frank and my obvious love to us and then as quickly confessed hers and Elizabeth's love. Talk of regret over the unavailability of the option of marriage between two people of the same gender. Our four way mutual friendship strengthened and blossomed and we had become inseparable. Frank and I both got jobs at the plant in town and Liz got a job at the hospital after graduating nursing school and Marge got a job in the city clerk's office.

One day the four of us were chatting about family and marriage and how unfair life was in general. Liz was sitting in Marge's lap and I was sitting in Frank's lap and Liz blurts out that we should all get married and live together. We all looked at each other and before we knew it we were making plans. We were kind of half joking about the whole thing but we kept planning. We were all very excited. Of course the question of which of us men would marry which of the two ladies had yet to be determined. We hadn't actually decided until we were in the car on our way to the city clerk's office to obtain marriage licenses. We actually flipped a coin. It didn't really matter. The marriages only made it so we could all live with the one we loved. We would even have a duel honeymoon and just sneak into each other's room to do the deed. All our friends and family were excited. A duel wedding is little more than half the cost of a regular one. The father's of the brides were delighted to share the expense.

We decided on a resort in a community we had heard was gay friendly. We still couldn't hold hands in public but nobody in the hotel batted an eye when they found Liz and Marge in the same room or Frank and I in our room. Oh I forgot, I married Marge and Frank married Liz.

We all wanted kids and so we consulted doctors and planned to copulate at the peak of fertility. It was rather bizarre the whole affair. When I was copulating with Marge she and Liz were making out and Frank and I were making out. I needed his touch and kiss to get horny enough to cum. Then we switched places and it was Frank's turn to fuck Liz and try to make her pregnant. This we did for several days during the most fertile time for the girls which oddly happened to be at the same time.

Liz and Marge both got pregnant a month apart. So they spent 8 months pregnant together. Everyone was happy especially the four of us.

Today, many decades later, the four of us still live in the same big old house together. Only Frank and Liz got divorced and Marge and I got divorced. We got our respective divorces on the same day in the same court room and it was all smiles all the way around. Our children and grand children were present and afterwards they threw us a divorce party. For years our children knew of our arrangement. It's kind of hard not to figure out what' going on when two men sleep together on one room and two women sleep together in the one next to it. Our more distant family took longer to figure out but by the day of our divorce our whole family knew and we were all out by then anyways. The world had changed. So why the divorce? Our state passed a marriage rights law letting same sex couples marry. And that is when we had our second double ceremony. Frank and I got married and Marge and Liz got married only this time we went on separate honeymoons.

We still live together sharing the same house. we've been married now for nearly a decade and we all spend holidays together.