happy_canuck
Nov 23, 2009, 9:43 AM
Hello everyone. I've decided that it was time to put my story on paper, so to speak. I hope you enjoy it.
As a teen, I have always been interested in women. I fantasized about them, posted bikini-clad pictures on my walls, and always wished to have a girlfriend. You see, when I entered high school in the late 90s, I was socially awkward and borderline obese. Not the sort of things girls my age were took any interest in. Nothing changed until about the middle of grade 10. One morning, I was standing at my locker in the hall getting ready for the day. It was early, so there were about four or five students in the hall, myself included. As I was locking my door, I turned around and noticed this guy across the hall. I had seen him numerous times, but never thought anything of it. Today was different. “Wow, what a great looking guy” I thought. Whoa....did I just say what I thought I did? I shook myself back to reality and went about my day. Every morning thereafter, I would think the same thing when I saw him.
I simply attributed this new found curiosity to my jealousy. He was everything I want to be: fit and average sized. For the remainder of the year, I experienced this funny feeling in my gut when he’d enter my line of sight. In grades 11 and 12, I would notice other guys, always fit and average sized. It was then that I started looking at nude or shirtless men online. I would be aroused and masturbate to them. Afterwards, I had feelings of guilt and didn’t repeat the acts for several weeks. After loosing some weight in the summer between grades 12 and 13, I finally found myself a girlfriend. From then, until about 3 years ago, I never looked at a guy in the manner described above or online.
Three years ago, I started getting aroused by men once again. Not in a romantic manner, but simply by virtue of their bodies and genitalia. I find women incredibly sexy, but breasts are breasts and all pussies look the same. Men are much more interesting. Their penis would be long or short, skinny or fat, cut or uncut, testicles low hanging or tight. They’d be smooth, hairy, skinny, chubby, defined muscles, etc... Once I started working, it was required that I share accommodations with a colleague. He was a few years older than me; I was about 22 at the time. One day we were talking about sex and other things when one of us mentioned that “If women please women best, then the same must hold true for us”. We then divulged that we both agree and that we were somewhat curious. Later that night, we watched some porn, nothing of unusual, except that this time, we masturbated in front of each other. No, we didn’t jack each other, just ourselves, but it was hot nonetheless. After blowing our loads a few times, my buddy asked if he could give me a blowjob. He never did such a thing before. I chickened out, still coming to terms that I was a curious type. All this time I was in a meaningful relationship with a wonderful woman whom I’d eventually marry.
From that day on, I primarily masturbated to men and bisexual sex. I eventually bought a cam and would j/o online with other guys, which I found extremely arousing. Today, I still crave to hold another man’s penis, feel it in my mouth and maybe even experience that sensation of balls slapping against me while being penetrated, something my woman describes as “amazing”. This is how, accepting that I am sexually interested in males, I arrived here.
As a teen, I have always been interested in women. I fantasized about them, posted bikini-clad pictures on my walls, and always wished to have a girlfriend. You see, when I entered high school in the late 90s, I was socially awkward and borderline obese. Not the sort of things girls my age were took any interest in. Nothing changed until about the middle of grade 10. One morning, I was standing at my locker in the hall getting ready for the day. It was early, so there were about four or five students in the hall, myself included. As I was locking my door, I turned around and noticed this guy across the hall. I had seen him numerous times, but never thought anything of it. Today was different. “Wow, what a great looking guy” I thought. Whoa....did I just say what I thought I did? I shook myself back to reality and went about my day. Every morning thereafter, I would think the same thing when I saw him.
I simply attributed this new found curiosity to my jealousy. He was everything I want to be: fit and average sized. For the remainder of the year, I experienced this funny feeling in my gut when he’d enter my line of sight. In grades 11 and 12, I would notice other guys, always fit and average sized. It was then that I started looking at nude or shirtless men online. I would be aroused and masturbate to them. Afterwards, I had feelings of guilt and didn’t repeat the acts for several weeks. After loosing some weight in the summer between grades 12 and 13, I finally found myself a girlfriend. From then, until about 3 years ago, I never looked at a guy in the manner described above or online.
Three years ago, I started getting aroused by men once again. Not in a romantic manner, but simply by virtue of their bodies and genitalia. I find women incredibly sexy, but breasts are breasts and all pussies look the same. Men are much more interesting. Their penis would be long or short, skinny or fat, cut or uncut, testicles low hanging or tight. They’d be smooth, hairy, skinny, chubby, defined muscles, etc... Once I started working, it was required that I share accommodations with a colleague. He was a few years older than me; I was about 22 at the time. One day we were talking about sex and other things when one of us mentioned that “If women please women best, then the same must hold true for us”. We then divulged that we both agree and that we were somewhat curious. Later that night, we watched some porn, nothing of unusual, except that this time, we masturbated in front of each other. No, we didn’t jack each other, just ourselves, but it was hot nonetheless. After blowing our loads a few times, my buddy asked if he could give me a blowjob. He never did such a thing before. I chickened out, still coming to terms that I was a curious type. All this time I was in a meaningful relationship with a wonderful woman whom I’d eventually marry.
From that day on, I primarily masturbated to men and bisexual sex. I eventually bought a cam and would j/o online with other guys, which I found extremely arousing. Today, I still crave to hold another man’s penis, feel it in my mouth and maybe even experience that sensation of balls slapping against me while being penetrated, something my woman describes as “amazing”. This is how, accepting that I am sexually interested in males, I arrived here.