MY GAY SUMMER : VINTAGE MEN IN SWIMWEAR

That was the summer we met Bob and Pierre

His face lit up whenever we were together

 

In those days no one thought much of two guys hugging

The best thing about him was he made me laugh

Harry got hard whenever I touched him, I knew it was on

That summer the sand seemed whiter, the sky bluer, I was in love

After that summer we never parted

The photographer was hot, later we all slept on the beach

I had never felt such sheer joy before I met Jack

I'd just bought his car, his little finger tickled my palm and we never parted after that

 

He loved to surf and he loved to love

 

There was one section of the beach that was just for us

 

 

 

Fire Island was the place to be, the parties lasted for days

 (Previously posted here:  http://morethingsthanaredreamtof.blogspot.com.au/) See my other blog More Things Than Are Dreamt Of : for more vintage gay photos. Please leave a comment if you like this collection.