June 15, 2011

Except for a couple years playing with a cute blonde guy in my high-school class, I had no history as a gay man until the late 80s when living in Halifax. Driving around Citadel Hill in the evening to pass the time, it didn't take long to figure out what was going on. Building up some courage, I eventually invited a walker into my car. It was a lot of fun! For months I did this, and then one evening on the spur of the moment decided I would do the walking. I was quickly invited into a car, and the guy was so nice I decided to do something I had dreamt much about - I gave him a blow job. I'm guessing he enjoyed it, as he offered me $20! I refused of course. What we did do was start meeting at his apartment. Over the period of a year, I did what all the things gay guys do, and really began to think of myself as gay.

Since then, I have become a closet transvestite, I have a wonderfully understanding and amorous boyfriend, and life is good. My only regret is not having continued with my high-school friend, as I missed many years of this new kind of love. I still dream of him, and I still drive around Citadel Hill when in Halifax. I haven't "done" any guys there for years, but still get those groin tingling temptations. If I lived in Halifax now, I would probably be even happier, the gay life is so alive there in 2011.

So, thank you Citadel Hill!

Here's my story...

I was on my way home one night, and thought I'd go over the hill, just to see if anyone I knew was out. No such luck, but there was a blond fellow with a fantastic moustache, and he was freezing his assets off in the cold. What could I do but offer him a chance to get warm? He got in, and we got to talking.

Talking led to other things, and eventually we had worked ourselves into a rather convoluted position, sitting face to face in the driver's seat, with significantly less clothing than you need to go into most restaurants. As you would expect in such a situation, we really weren't paying much attention to the rest of the world, when suddenly there was a very bright light shining in from my right (his left, the passanger window)!

Looking over revealed just what you don't want to see. A police car! Two of Halifax's Finest, and a bright light. There was little we could do to get untangled quickly, so we just looked at each other, and decided "Oh, screw it, if we're caught, we're caught, there's not much we can do about it now!", and continued with what we were doing.

Strangely enough, there was no knocking, or anything else from the officers... they seemed to be quite content to continue watching the proceedings, for what seemed like hours, but must have been closer to ten minutes, then they turned their light off and drove on! We collapsed into each other's arms in relief, and tried to figure out what happened.

There was quite a bit of fog on the windows, and the other fellow had very long, blond hair, so we concluded that either the police didn't know that he was a guy, and had their own fantasy about what was happening in the car, or that they did know, and were having a good time watching. Either way, we were relieved to be free, and I gave the fellow a ride home.

Wow! Hot!

I was a straight boy.. till a guy offered me a ride on Summer Street and I let him fuck me because he wanted to.. It felt good to have him undress me.. I wish i could feel that again.. 19 year old wants action..

Best top on the hill. Weekends only.

I was there during the Hurricane and the night after heard about the cruising here. I went and the weather was still a bit stormy ... no rain but lightning and thunder ... I had the most amazing bj while looking into the sky and looking at the lightning ... while I was rumbling up my own storm ... it was fabulous

signed out of town guest

Hi,well September, 2005 that just passed i wanted to move to halifax to see how is was the guy i came up there with from sydney cape breton left me downtown at night for another guy a week after i got there i had no money no food no phone and no place to go besides the fact i didnt know anybody in halifax and never knew my way around it was dark and i was very cold and i was very scard so i desided to go up the hill and walk around till the next morning to keep warm but as i was there sitting on the bench very lost and upset this very cute guy same age as me in his 20's seen me and start talking to me and asked me if i was ok and if i wanted a drive home so i told him what happend how i came from sydney and the guy i was with left me so he told me alot about himself and seemed like a nice guy so he asked me if i need a warm place to stay his company was paying for a hotel in bedford and that he would feed me and lend me some money to get back home the next day so i did i got back to the hotel he didnt take advantage of me at all we just relaxed and talked the whole night and early that morning as we passed out on the bed i woke up and he was cudling me and keeping me warm is was soo cute and when he got up he said i really like you Eric do u wanna stay here for a few more days and get to know eachother and i did cuse we clicked right away and well were in love now we got a place together and were really happy even tho its only been 6 months i know this is the guy i wanna be with for the rest of my life so thats my story of the hill point is dont judge the hill ..i met the best guy i could ever with peaceeee

-- eric March 8, 2006 13:04

good for you eric, i've known a few people who also met on the hill and are still together. one of the couples are going on 9 years now. it just goes to show that you dont have to pay a cover charge for a bar or bath to meet someone.

-- Anonymous March 8, 2006 18:00

RandyKennedy writes, May 16, 2019: The night StevenHamm?, MichealHamm?, me, I think JohnHurlbert and a few others used JohnathanCormier? as bait and caught a group of bashers!

ChrisShepherd writes, May 16, 2019: I still have fond memories of the night we pushed a car over the guardrail and laughed as it rolled down the side of the hill. Or The night Were in Jerry's car and chased a bunch of bashers up to the willow tree. The kid was so scared that he ran a red light ,stopped to correct his error at which time Tex jumped out of our car and threw a big rock through the back window of the bashers car and then said now go home and tell daddy that the fags did this.

DanielMacKay writes, May 16, 2019: One night in the '90s I was in my old Volvo 240 "Swedish Brick" with very functional bumpers and truly monumentally good brakes and very good tires. And some kids in a sportscar were following me around the hill, right on my ass, around and around. And I sped up as if I was afraid... and sped up... and sped up... and then finally rounding a corner I whacked the brakes as hard as I could and the Volvo came to a dead stop and WHAM there was the sickening sound of crumpling fibreglass. The Volvo's inch-thick aluminum, inch-thick rubber covered bumper were not even scuffed.

Again - go home and tell daddy about THAT.

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