Since I was a young kid growing up on the coast I’ve been attracted to men. They were everywhere and I wanted to see them and be around them. My earliest recall was being scooped up by my uncle into his hairy, muscled arms . Shirtless, sweaty, gleaming in the hot summer sun at the shore, he was my living superhero.

As a lanky preteen I could now interact with these men, observe and snap mental images, wrestle, play ball, swim, and stand eye-to-nipple to them. My uncle’s summer shirts were always open to feature his strong chest and nipples poking through and around summery fabric.

By the time I experienced the magic of an erect cock between my legs i had amassed a trove of sensory components of my interest, attraction, and excitement by men. I was building fantasies and stories in my head to replay countless times when puberty and the first orgasm transformed my body and mind forever.