I ran across this story and decided to post it here, mainly because I have heard variations of it so many times. For many guys, the same sex attraction appears to be physical (though the anonymous guy who wrote this listed a lengthy criteria for the guy attached to the cock he may be interested in). Many “straight” men fantasize about sucking another man’s cock, period. No strings, no exchanging names, no having a beer together afterward, just the thrill of feeling a cock in his mouth and bringing it off. I don’t condemn or condone this, but I personally believe the experience has a much deeper value if the two men have an ongoing relationship. Perhaps some of these guys are simply reluctant to call themselves bisexual.
Let’s establish something up front: I’m not gay. Which is not to say I haven’t given it a fair shot. I’ve kissed guys before at bars and parties – I was drunk, they were there, it was 2002 – and although the experience was pleasant enough, the pink neurons just didn’t fire. I’m an ardent admirer of the male form, but a six-pack and cannonball shoulders are qualities I’d rather view in a mirror than under me in bed. (My first and only male crush was on Bret Michaels – I was fifteen, and it was more envy than lust.) I have gay friends, but I am literally girl crazy. The only thing that mars my practically unblemished record as a straight man is my undeniable – at times, overwhelming – desire to suck a cock.
Occasionally I’ll fantasize about watching straight porn with a guy before jerking off together and emulating the acts on the screen. Or sucking off the more notable of my girlfriend’s sexual conquests. Or lining up a varsity swim team and making like a circus seal. Put simply, I think penises are awesome. And therein lies the problem. I’m turned on by a body part, not so much the person it’s attached to.
Although I’m not sure how to categorize this desire, I know that I’m not alone. In talking with my male friends, I’ve never been as candid as I am here, but careful probing revealed that some of them share a similar fascination with other men’s penises, a willingness to go where no straight man is supposed to. Nine hours into a recent roadtrip with a guy I’ve known for years, I felt bored, tired or comfortable enough to hint at the concept of giving another guy head. My friend’s knee-jerk reaction was to label me a “fucking fag,” albeit with a smile and a twinkle in his eye. “You haven’t thought about it at all? Ever?” I pressed. With the oncoming traffic headlights working like truth serum, my friend began to lay forth conditions for how it would have to, ahem, go down. “Well,” he began, “he would have to be very clean cut.” We drove half a mile in silence before he added, ” . . . and really hung.” To cut the awkwardness, we both instinctively reached for the radio dial and accidentally touched hands.