Never in my life did I suspect that I would grow up different. As a young man I felt normal. I walked with two legs and put on my clothes like everyone else did. I fed myself with one hand and a fork, just pretty well normal, if you asked me.
When I got into high school I realized that I physically looked like everyone else, except in the locker room. I hadn’t really thought I was different until I started going out for sports, dressing out and getting naked around other guys in the locker room. I did realize that I was sorta different, my cock was bigger than most of the other guys by about three inches, and a lot thicker.
I was different, not on the outside but on the inside I found myself staring at the other guys as they stood there with just their jockstraps on or with nothing at all. I was very aware of there baskets, so to speak. I also realized that my package was bigger than most everyone on the team. I was so friggen proud. My cock stood straight up like a lamppost when it got hard and It got hard every time I turned around, or I would notice one of the guys asses or cocks there in front of me. I couldn’t help it. It was like saying “sickum” to a starving dog. My cock jumped up and started looking around.
I wanted to touch the other guy’s cocks and rub them. Damn I was loosing my mind or something. This was not the way a guy was “supposed” to be. I was in a quandary, was I totally lost mentally or something, and where in the hell did all this come from? Time went on and I grew older. I just learned to enjoy my feelings and got into the jerking off thing. I had lots of “eye candy” in the locker rooms to choose from.
I was growing older and nothing was getting any better. I would hear the other school studs talking about a girls tits and their pussy’s, or nice looking asses. I thought I would love to see a guy fuck a chick. I wanted to see it but it was the cock I was interested in seeing not the girl’s parts.
My first time with another guy was with my older brother’s best friend, Daryl, remember, I told you about that. I remember thinking this is what I really wanted to do sexually and I couldn’t wait until I would find someone else to get with. I was getting a fixation for cock. I loved the taste of a guy’s jizz. God I was getting into the gay sex thing like crazy.
My father was a foreman for a construction company, a carpenter crew. He has been a foreman for that company for a long time. He had this one worker named Jeff that came home with him every so often to help him with some work around the house. Jeff had been coming around for several years and I was beginning to really notice him.
During the summer Jeff would take off his shirt and work naked from the waist up. God, he could have been a model for “GQ” or for that matter any man’s magazine. He always looked like he needed a shave, a really gorgeous two or three days growth, his dark underarm hair was black and thick, and his abs were like a sports figure…
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