I (22m) have embraced my physical attraction to other men, and it’s been absolutely beautiful. /u/Volare-323 Sex

I (22m) grew up in a really catholic family, with everything that comes with that, including the attitudes. I’ve always liked girls and I’ve been relatively successful in my dating life and have had a few girlfriends.

Never really noticed on a conscious level any attraction to guys, so I never had to consciously suppress anything. That changed when I got to university and outside my small-town bubble. I had more exposure to other people and experiences and found myself wondering about new things. But there was so much shame and disgust in myself and I tried to block it out.

I started meeting with guys from time to time for quick BJs and HJs, just quick releases and cock play, but I always felt dirty and ashamed afterwards. Eventually graduated to sex but the aftermath was always the same, and the act itself was just in and out. In my head, my internal monologue was constantly self-abusive in a homophobic way and thought less of myself.

The first time I danced with a guy was pure catharsis. It was at a gay bar a few weeks ago that I went to admittedly because I was horny and wanted a quick fix, but on the dancefloor it was the first time that I touched a guy’s body in a sensual way (not just sexual) as we moved to the music. It was the first time it truly sunk in: there is nothing wrong with this. I could have cried tears of joy in that moment. It was also the first night I was intimate with a man, not just fucking. Looking back, it may have been the best night of my life.

No longer is my focus exclusively on the penis and ejaculation. The male body is a magnificent, mysterious and beautiful thing and it deserves attention and adoration all over.

I still don’t feel emotional attachments with other guys, but that never gets in the way of the intimate tenderness I can now freely express with a FWB. Who knows if that will change down the line too, I’m totally open to the possibility.

I love this new me. I’m having the best sex of my life (with men and women), I feel a tremendous freedom, like nothing is holding me back from getting what I want or exploring myself. I feel fulfilled and my heart is glowing. I can’t ever tell my family or friends back home, but under this cloak of anonymity, I can tell the world.

I (22m) grew up in a really catholic family, with everything that comes with that, including the attitudes. I’ve always liked girls and I’ve been relatively successful in my dating life and have had a few girlfriends.

Never really noticed on a conscious level any attraction to guys, so I never had to consciously suppress anything. That changed when I got to university and outside my small-town bubble. I had more exposure to other people and experiences and found myself wondering about new things. But there was so much shame and disgust in myself and I tried to block it out.

I started meeting with guys from time to time for quick BJs and HJs, just quick releases and cock play, but I always felt dirty and ashamed afterwards. Eventually graduated to sex but the aftermath was always the same, and the act itself was just in and out. In my head, my internal monologue was constantly self-abusive in a homophobic way and thought less of myself.

The first time I danced with a guy was pure catharsis. It was at a gay bar a few weeks ago that I went to admittedly because I was horny and wanted a quick fix, but on the dancefloor it was the first time that I touched a guy’s body in a sensual way (not just sexual) as we moved to the music. It was the first time it truly sunk in: there is nothing wrong with this. I could have cried tears of joy in that moment. It was also the first night I was intimate with a man, not just fucking. Looking back, it may have been the best night of my life.

No longer is my focus exclusively on the penis and ejaculation. The male body is a magnificent, mysterious and beautiful thing and it deserves attention and adoration all over.

I still don’t feel emotional attachments with other guys, but that never gets in the way of the intimate tenderness I can now freely express with a FWB. Who knows if that will change down the line too, I’m totally open to the possibility.

I love this new me. I’m having the best sex of my life (with men and women), I feel a tremendous freedom, like nothing is holding me back from getting what I want or exploring myself. I feel fulfilled and my heart is glowing. I can’t ever tell my family or friends back home, but under this cloak of anonymity, I can tell the world.