Discovering That I'm Of The Old School, I Want To Read It Not View It

I moved into the spare room in an apartment for my sophomore year. The apartment was held by a grad student. The bathroom was in the hall between the two bedrooms. Greg, that's the name of the grad student. Greg was used to living alone and he walked in and out of the bathroom naked. He slept naked and didn't close the door. He watched porn on his computer. He pointed out guys that he would suck in a minute. Yes, Greg turned out to be a man's man.

Greg had some prints, some reading material. Some stuff he got from an uncle. It is what got me started reading. I like to read about it, as opposed to watching a video. I imagine it, even if the story is fifty years old. Greg's uncle lived at a time when hiding was better. And he must have enjoyed reading 'romance novels' about sailors and men who met in the night at a bar and went home together. I've read every one of them, more than once really. I get the urge but I don't masturbate when I'm reading. I masturbate afterwards.

And Greg, he's a man's man, likes sports types, rugby players. Not bookworms.