Then I went a step further, looking up gay porn on my laptop. I quickly found that thinking about fucking Steve made me really hard. I found myself staring at him all the time, but for a while I never thought about him sexually. Real attractive dude-tan, thin, very chiseled face. I don't remember how the thought first occurred to me, but there was this guy who worked at the same place I did. You can only stroke it to good old Mary a finite number of times. Somewhere along the line, I grew bored of jacking it to the same girls I had been attracted to for years. The porn has always been more of a background stimulant-the real turn on is the familiar face in my mind's eye.
To this day, I have preferred to get off by fantasizing about having sex with someone that I know. But I have always been a bit of a nonconformist, so I think my sexual attraction to men probably came out of my desire just to try something new. Before that I was only turned on by women, and I still am. I first began to appreciate the male form when I was a teenager. I am writing this so I can relive the awesome memory and not forget.
The following is a true story from my personal life.
