Once upon a time, not long ago, I was in college. Now, you would think college is where sex is easy. Ladies abound, walking everywhere. Whilst that is somewhat true, my shy, introverted personality somewhat collides with that. If you get to know me, I am a straight man that is very secure in his masculinity. I love women. I have been since middle school when puberty hit me with an uppercut to the jaw. However, a funny story happened. When I was in college, I thought about something. I never thought about males. How did this come about? Well...
I was on the internet when I saw a dating/chat room. I was lonely. I was horny. I wanted to see some tits or some ass. I had needs. Little did I know, when I did my profile, I was clueless. I did the bare basics. Height, build, etc. I couldn't leave the profile picture blank. I thought out loud.
"Fuck it," I said to myself.
I took off my shirt, revealing my scrawny figure and changed my pants to basketball shorts. I went to the bathroom to take a selfie. After I took that selfie, I chose two pictures of me already in my phone that I thought was at least presentable.
"These'll do," I shrugged and said.
Meanwhile, a few hours later, I'm in the main chat room having a good time, when a direct message blinked at me. I opened it.
"Hey, show me that dick," it read.
That's when I realized this in my mind:
"Is... is... this a dude? Females don't talk like this."
I typed back with a sense of curiosity:
"Are you a dude? Just asking."
He typed back yes. I wrestled with it. I thought about the idea.