I sat in an all day meeting for work today. Something happened during this meeting that made me wonder why I ever thought I could pull off pretending to be straight. One of the presenters for the session was a guy I had seen around the office. I have also seen him at the YMCA where I work out. He is, maybe, a little younger than me and is really good shape.
When I see a good looking man I always look at several things. His face. Good looking facial features are nice. His butt. Yes, I am a butt man. His (gasp) crotch. You never know when you will see something nice. Today, I did.
I sat in the second row and presenter guy stood right in front of me a lot. He paced some too. I'm not sure if he was wearing underwear, and I am sure he was circumcised. Just below his fly, to the right, was the clear outline of the head of his ... Well, you know.
I could not stop looking at it. After about 15 min of trying not to look like I was looking at this guys manhood, while I was looking at his manhood it hit me. I am so gay.
I mean really. What was I thinking all those years of denial. I think straight guys might check out other guys in the locker room, but I doubt they stare like I was. Since I have been staring a other guys like this for years, how did I ever get as deep in denial as I was.
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