I did consider myself a straight guy once. I dated women, enjoyed the sex, and didn’t feel like there was anything missing.
But still, every once in awhile I’d wonder what it was like to be with another man. Pretty soon, that idle curiosity became something more… But in the town I was from, you just didn’t admit to that kind of thinking. One of my long time friends, Bobby, had actually moved away shortly after “coming out of the closet” because people were so weird about it around here. It was only after he’d moved that I kind of thought it would have been interesting to experiment those few times he’d made passes at me, rather than just politely turning him down.
The real tipping point I think came one night when my computer died and I had a huge project due. I begged a friend to borrow his laptop, took it home, and got to work. I finished late that night, and figured I’d have myself a good fap before bed.