Oh the memories of a boy’s first time looking inside a pornographic magazine….The a
Oh the memories of a boy’s first time looking inside a pornographic magazine….The anticipation of sexiness and pleasure, as I had gathered being around all my peers…..…… followed by an overwhelming sense of dread and guilt open looking through the first few pages. Not experiencing anything as expected. The naked bodies presented didn’t give me any sense of pleasure, no. I even could have hoped that I at least felt nothing at all. But it was worse. I couldn’t deny that I found the naked bodies of these women to be overwhelmingly gross. So desperately I didn’t want to accept what seemed clear, that I was a boy that wasn’t into girls.And then an accompanying fear. That maybe it was something else that I liked. I knew that my mother had a number of magazines depicting men in the nude, that one day, curiosity would get the better of me. That I would look at those magazines………….. and that I would like what I was looking at……. -- source link