One of my first memories of having some sort of attraction to the male body was this image from a cigarette ad. For some reason, even though the model is shown in water up to his arm pits, the thought that he had his clothes on his head and was thus naked under the water was enough to give me a tiny little boner. Just the idea that this guy was naked and unseen was what got me horny. There was never an attraction to his face or wanting to be with this guy, just the thought that he was naked under the water.
Through grade school and high school there was never an issue of me being attracted to any guys, other than the pictures, I was just a normal kid. That guys that were in the pictures were not real, they were more like an ideal of what I wanted to be; grown up, mature, strong, and more. In school I hung out and dated girls, I went to the dances, and made out afterwards. Being gay, or attracted to guys as not something that crossed my mind while in high school.
It wasn't till I got to college that I started to see that the ideal man that I had in my head was something that I could have sex with, it was also at this time that I discovered the Adult Bookstore and the video booths, and thus started the first stage of my explorations into the man-on-man action, that stopped abruptly one night with one incident, that kept me from men for twenty-five years, and that will be the subject of another post.
PS: It wasn't violent, harmful or anything like that, and no turtles were harmed in the incident.

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