As late as my freshman year in college, I believed that I was normal. I told myself I was just waiting for the right girl to come along and for my interest in guys to fade. The college environment bristled with constant sex talk and copulating couples.At first I believed that the guys were lying about their conquests in order to enhance their reputations. I remembered an old adage, "Those that talk about it the most do it the least." Meanwhile I was still picking up tricks in restrooms.
One day I was walking to class with another guy from my dorm. We passed a blond girl with large boobs and shapely legs. My friend commented, "Ooh! That pumps up my faucet!" Apparently the sight of the girl had given him an erection, but it had done nothing for me. That was the beginning of my somewhat conflicted realization that girls did not interest me in that way.
If you had asked me before that moment if I was straight or gay, I would have loudly announced "straight." In my mind I would have gone a little further, thinking "Straight, but waiting for it to happen."
From that day forward, my illusions of a beautiful wife and a family of happy kids collapsed and I knew that I was the one who would never cross to the hetero side of the street.
Anonymous
Outstanding pose in the photo. Sat that way often in my youth, begging for a breeze around my nuts and a relaxation of pressure around my hard-on. I wonder if teachers were ever aware that boys' focus was 100% on the condition of their dick at any given moment, and 0% on the subject material.
ReplyDeletei never ever gave it thought that i liked girls in the same way that straight guys did. i also never did denied that i liked boys in school and then to men. i also did raise my nephew from when he was two years old. i knew what it was like raising a child. i really
ReplyDeleteenjoy reading your story. thanks for sharing it.