SoxBoiAlex

I get boned up when a hot guy has that man-scent heat coming off him. Not overly ripe like the person doesn’t bathe or when the scent is like onions or curry that kind of BO doesn’t work for me. But when I get a whiff of that unmistakable scent of sweat, muscle, and testosterone, I go into heat. A hot DILF got me started on smells when I was 19. He raised his arm, grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face into his hairy armpit. He told me to sniff it, and the ripe scent made me rock hard. That smell made me horny as fuck and to top it off he tells me, “Son, that scent is what makes women spread their legs.” I was hooked. I also discovered that I like that sweaty crotch smell and love sniffing a well worn jockstrap, socks, and sneakers from a hot guy.

I wished I had a friend like Anthony back in those days when I was a virgin. I didn’t get the talk from either my father or my mother they were divorced by the time I hit puberty, which was around 11. I still saw my dad for his visitations but we never had “the talk.” There’s only 2 incidents that I can remember where he even came close to mentioning sex or sex related. The first time, I must’ve been 12 or 13 (this was in the 80s and shorts and swimming trunks were really short for men and boys — I miss those days) and I was swimming at his apartments pool. And because of the constant boners I would pop all day long, randomly, I got used to pointed my dick upward because in jeans and underwear you can hide that boner pretty good since it’s being held flat down and not tenting. I didn’t know you couldn’t do the same in wet, flimsy short-short Ocean Pacific or Lightening Bolts trunks. So he pulled me aside and told me to rearrange myself so that I’m pointing downward and that way my crotch wouldn’t bulge out obscenely. I’m not even well hung! The second time was when I was trying to convince my mom to order me this illustrated book on Sex or Sexual positions, and she went off and called my dad and told him he needs to come over right now and talk to me because I’m asking all kinds of questions about “erections” and that I went her to buy me this dirty book. So he came down immediately. I’m thinking finally, I can get some answers or he’ll be too embarrassed to talk about sex and he’ll buy me the book to shut me up. English is a second language to both of my parents, he being born and raised in Vienna Austria and she came from Fukushima, Japan. My dad practically lost his accent except when saying words with a “W” he would slip and make a “Vee” sound, which is how “W” is pronounced in a German. My mom still had an accent though it wasn’t bad, but for Japanese speakers who learn English they cannot pronounce the “L” or “R” correctly because no Japanese word has that sound. So what comes out of their mouths is a hybrid “L” and “R” and when my mom called and told my dad I was asking about “erections,” he thought she was saying “elections,” so he came down thinking he was going to educate me about civics and how democracy works. And when he saw the book I wanted, he hit the roof and said he wasn’t going to buy me that filth and I shouldn’t be looking at it in the first place — at least not until I became an adult! Needless to say, I got 0 from my parents about Sex Ed. Our high school wasn’t much better even though we had to have our parents sign this paper saying they give permission for their kid to take part in the sex Ed curriculum that was supposed to start. That was bullshit, too. We got two sheets of paper with medical and scientific words and definitions about sexual organs, clinical explanation of intercourse, and that took all of one class period to go over and we never came back to it. So I had to learn the hard way like most gay guys who came in generations before me: and that involved public toilets at the Hollywood Park racetrack and glory holes.

Hi sogay, I just discovered this site and I read your post and wanted to chime in. First, congrats on discovering (or finally accepting) your new self. And it’s great that your other half is going to be part of this new chapter in your life. I think you’re on the right track and it sounds like you’ve given this a lot of thought. Just some suggestions: are you and your partner planning to do a three way with the other party or is it just you? Or is your partner or you just going to observe? Knowing this beforehand will help everyone involved understand what is expected to happen. And you don’t have to worry about extra things that aren’t going to happen at that time anyway, so you can relax somewhat. And you shouldn’t feel guilty about hiring somebody because it’s cutting to the chase, it’s more efficient, and you don’t have to play those courting games. I haven’t done it yet, since I used to be the provider, but now that I’m older and wiser, the option looks better and better to me. As far as choosing someone for the job, you should tell them you are a trans-man and that’s only because they may not be able to satisfy you for whatever reason. I don’t think most providers would have an issue with it, but trans-men haven’t had as much attention or awareness that trans-women have had, in fact it was only about 10 years ago when I learned about trans-men, but I knew about trans-women for nearly 40 years. So that’s why I would think some providers might not be able to provide since there’s such limited experience in regards to trans-men. OTOH, if a provider is really good they’ll be equally adept at catering to all genders so it wouldn’t be an issue. Good luck in your quest, I’m sure over time you guys will be able to work it all out. Out of curiosity, you don’t have to answer this, but are you and your partner staying together even though the sexual dynamic has changed? 🤗 hugs