It's Always Been There, From My First Days Messing Around With Scott

Looking back there were always signs. My friendship with Scott in the seventh grade. We experimented and he would get on my back and hump me even though we always had clothes on. I liked that, a lot. Always looked for it after that.

Then I went on a summer abroad and met Charles in Strasburg and he showed me how Frenchmen do it. He was much more experienced, older and he liked an American boy. Again he got on my back, only this time there weren't any clothes. It felt so good it's hard to explain, I lost my virginity to Charles in Strasbourg.

Then I was at a wedding in Miami. It was hot and sweaty and I went outside for some air, I met Carlos a Cuban American who wouldn't take no for an answer, I was tied to bed and he took his time on my back, until he realized that all he was doing was giving me pleasure.

I joined a gym to work out, getting flabby and ugly. I worked out and got my shape back. Gerome was the physical trainer, six two, two forty, he had played for the University of Oklahoma and he measured more than my hand could hold. I got on my stomach and he took the hint and made my night. Gerome, to think he liked boys.

So you see, there we signs. Always knew that when push came to shove, I would be the one on the bottom and I would have a man on my back. It feels good, so good, in fact it is the ultimate way to enjoy my time alone with a man. It's the way I'm wired, from very early on. Give me a man who knows what he wants, and won't take no for an answer and I'll drop my pants and adopt the position. A man has to know his wants and all I want is a man on my back.