Straight Male / 39
Too Much Thought And Overthinking, Just Enjoy The Experience
As an assistant professor of psychology I thought I had a handle on behaviors. My field was in industrial psychology and most of my students were on the business track. I had this one student, an older fellow trying to get ahead after serving in the Army who challenged me that not all behavior was cut and dry. For example, while he served he found that enjoying sexual stimulation with a fellow didn't make him gay. It was sex, pure and simple. I counter argued that if he sought out fellows for sex he was pretty much gay, a classic homosexual. Emotional attachment not needed.
He presented that sexual dilemma, a natural Alpha he exuded sexual energy. Attracting both men and women. His hunting took place primarily with other males, his pleasure came as much from bending another Alpha to his pleasure as the sexual energy release of mounting his prey. I could only imagine the sense of insecurity of his fellow platoon mates as they fell one by one to his guiles.
We had many discussions that semester. I labeled him as a homosexual predator. What pleasure his victims must have felt in their sweet surrender? I found myself one afternoon at a garden party talking with a visiting English professor. As I spoke with him I thought to myself what it would be like to kiss him. I had no doubt, none whatsoever that he was gay, it was written all over. Could I behave sufficiently gay to fool him? Could I in fact engage in fellatio?
Whose the victim, whose the predator? Was he hunting me? Had he seen something in me? Or was I hunting him as an experiment? By the time my knees buckled to his hand on my forehead, to my eyes seeking his approval, his think erect penis in my mouth, my mind was racing, am I really doing this? Taken by his experience, naked in his bed, mutual stimulation of our penis, deep kissing and anal lubrication. Penetration was mind bending, enjoying every second of the experience. His release, complete, satisfying, gave me great pleasure as he withdrew his penis from my anus. What my thoughts were standing there with him in the garden, what my feelings were laying there with his semen still in me, he had been the predator and I his prey. On my wildest experience.
Are we all latent homosexuals? Do we surrender to the Alpha in the room? Is it true for men as it is for women? Feeling full with an Alpha's penis. Is it a drive? A need for submission? Does it make me homosexual? Or is it my feminine nature? Don't ask too many questions a professor once told me, sometimes just go with the experience.
He presented that sexual dilemma, a natural Alpha he exuded sexual energy. Attracting both men and women. His hunting took place primarily with other males, his pleasure came as much from bending another Alpha to his pleasure as the sexual energy release of mounting his prey. I could only imagine the sense of insecurity of his fellow platoon mates as they fell one by one to his guiles.
We had many discussions that semester. I labeled him as a homosexual predator. What pleasure his victims must have felt in their sweet surrender? I found myself one afternoon at a garden party talking with a visiting English professor. As I spoke with him I thought to myself what it would be like to kiss him. I had no doubt, none whatsoever that he was gay, it was written all over. Could I behave sufficiently gay to fool him? Could I in fact engage in fellatio?
Whose the victim, whose the predator? Was he hunting me? Had he seen something in me? Or was I hunting him as an experiment? By the time my knees buckled to his hand on my forehead, to my eyes seeking his approval, his think erect penis in my mouth, my mind was racing, am I really doing this? Taken by his experience, naked in his bed, mutual stimulation of our penis, deep kissing and anal lubrication. Penetration was mind bending, enjoying every second of the experience. His release, complete, satisfying, gave me great pleasure as he withdrew his penis from my anus. What my thoughts were standing there with him in the garden, what my feelings were laying there with his semen still in me, he had been the predator and I his prey. On my wildest experience.
Are we all latent homosexuals? Do we surrender to the Alpha in the room? Is it true for men as it is for women? Feeling full with an Alpha's penis. Is it a drive? A need for submission? Does it make me homosexual? Or is it my feminine nature? Don't ask too many questions a professor once told me, sometimes just go with the experience.
