Homosexual Encounter Experience By This Heterosexual
Aerosmith titled song “Dude looks like a lady” could aptly apply to myself at times of my life when (with a rail thin physique plus longer than customary hair) overt overtures (concomitantly even subtle covert non verbal body language) communicated sans sexual overtures.
These unexpected silent insinuated sorties resulted in uneasiness, though by no means objection to those persons who found attraction within their same gender.
Blatant demonstrative feral, hormonal gonadal glomming, I journaled. Kickstarting lay (leaning lengthwise led legitimate leeriness), when levied libidinal novel, primal quintessential real sexual tell tail aspirations found me propositioned without intent to harm the ambition of no particular male in question.
Though a supposition that a slight physiognomy (more so until prescription pharmacological medication side effects contributed to minor weight gain of late) with mine longish wavy mane (per locks of lovely hirsute nonconformist trademark) influenced those who share the xy chromosomal genetic designation.
Unbeknownst to this now middle aged mwm (with two no see 'em daughters) became aware that physical attraction asper those comprising approximately half the gender population initially gave discreet communiques bespeaking adoration.
The total recall really beckoningly communicated, directly enunciated, and opportunistically pegged when I enrolled at Antioch University located within the hamlet of Yellow Springs, Ohio.
Matriculation at the aforementioned college (decades ex post facto when the number of burgeoning attendant students in tandem with pro-active political activity long since subsided) opened thine myopic eyes to variegated relationship less common within the non-academic general public arena as happens to be the case today.
Although unfamiliar with any Gay experiences until setting foot on the Greek named storied campus (factual, literal, and substantial bona fide indisputable truths flourished averring) proportionality between students courting, favoring, identifying liking only representatives uniting with zings between explicitly humans interested in jousting kinetically, kissing lascivious, and lovemaking merrily per same unbridled XX, or XY adult.
Hove toward this atypical acceptance, confluence, and essence floundered green behind the ears yours truly, whose preference for gallivanting found me pitted between an unforeseen awkward scenarios, which especial favor glowing hormonally identifying, justly kneading, and lowing magnanimously not played quite respectfully.
Temptation underscoring vibrant wish yielding absolute boneheaded clumsiness, didst expel forwardness guys hankered irrepressibly jacking limp male member namely property quintessentially touted, urinated, and venerated viz yours truly.
At figurative regarding being courted, flirted, and invited to “visit” boudoir of whatever gentleman (since only positive appellations agrees with me), I oft times blurted out a rather banal, dismal, and infernal response louder spoken than necessary.
These frequent gustatory intimations (just keenly loosed) manifested notion of pretend; quixotically randy, seductively trendy, and unconditionally ventures with xmen yearning zealously after bulging dick.
Not one soul every become privy to this honest to diggity dog drive in move veiled within a cloaked disposition.
Also as a added bit of tangentially related tidbit, I became wrought with detecting when and/or if seminal scent sanctified me as a boytoy.
Evansburg National Park (located within north of central Montgomery County, Pennsylvania) constituted a warranted, and den of thieving magpies for phallus fulfillment.
This gambit discovered visa vis mastercard, when said protected lands a favorite getaway from verbal whip-lashing of me octogenarian widower papa and long deceased mother.
Similar to other such as Elks, Knights of Columbus, Knights Templars, Masons...some assigned coda emitted grounded instantaneous kindled messages.
When living non social with parents, this above named preserve found me acquiring requisite peace of body, mind, and soul, particularly (as already briefly iterated above) when inxs of unbearable tension nearly asphyxiated this beastie boy, who high tailed his scrawny ass to the most out of way and remote parking space within thee Evansburg designated copse.
At least one occasion witnessed (much to my dismay) the fortified, glorified, honored indemnity letting many other prickly, quirky, randy sons of fathers that a newbie (myself) unwittingly chose a pastoral parking space, which (fast as greased lightning) emitted excitability, horny, kinky, et cetera invisible signals despite the fact that not one iota of ambition for salacious, promiscuous, and mindless jacking off did/does not suit this casual fellow.
As a generic guy who stuck to the straight and true, nonestablishmentarian ruminations find no objection with consensual sexual hot pursuit, I espouse that natural predilection prevails that fancies and fantasies tantalizing persons to speculate on touching, tasting, smelling, seeing, and hearing the orgasmic throes of a similarly en gendered kept on the que tee lest unexpected repercussions find the man or woman risking to share such tabloid grist, would be ostracised from their community.