Bent Straight Boys
Capricorn
We've discussed the sliding-scale gray areas of our culture's sexual identities: Gay, straight, bi being the most often used boxes into which we separate ourselves and one another. In-between an around them there are gray areas and extra dimensions that are seldom discussed. One of these I refer to as the "bent" straight boy.
Just for the hell of it, I thought I'd tell some stories about "bent" straight boys I know or have known. If you have any stories of your own you'd like to add, or perhaps picture you're fond of (keeping in mind the TOS of this forum), you're welcome to contribute.
Before I go further though, I should add that I use the word "boy" in the generic sense of a young man. At my age that can be someone in his mid-40s on down. I haven't played around with an under-18 "bent" boy since I was in my early 20s.
First up is one I'll call Muscle Boy (aka "MB"). I've mentioned him on this forum in other threads but I want to fill in some of the details.
I met MB at the gym I work out in about three to four years ago. His physique is amazing. This isn't a picture of him (I do have some but will not post them), but he look a lot like this guy...
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MB has plugs in his earlobes, tatts on his chest, often wears a knit cap pulled down over his ears like that, has a very similar physique and his face is slightly rounder. Very handsome young man.
The day I met him, he was doing incline dumbbell flies on a bench right in front of where i was working out, doing dumbbell lateral raises. I couldn't help but stare as his massive pecs squeezed together in front of me as he hoisted those heavy DBs. I don't remember how much he was hefting but way more than I could without my arms popping out of their sockets. But what was fascinating to me was not only his control, but being able to see the articulation of his pectoral muscles as they moved.
I'm not a chatty person. Especially at the gym. I go there to work out, not make friends. Like most guys there (unless they already know one another), I don't say word 1 to anyone. But for some reason, i just HAD to speak to this guy. I wanted to know HOW the fuck he got a body like that.
At a point when he wasn't right in the middle of a set, I screwed up my courage and very awkwardly asked him if he'd be willing to answer some questions about his workouts. His response wasn't unfriendly, but it wasn't exactly welcoming, either. He was rather nonchalant about it and said that, yeah, he'd condescend to talk with me once he was through with his workout. Well, no, he didn't use the word "condescend"... that's just how it sort of felt to me.
Sometime later we talked a little bit. He didn't have a lot of time so we exchanged email addresses and thus began a correspondence specifically about workout related things. Turns out the guy was a junior at the university working toward his undergraduate degree in sports nutrition. Of course I wanted to pick his brain about all that. And more.
Our correspondence wasn't frequent. Occasionally I'd see him at the gym and most of the time he blatantly ignored me. He had an air about him, a kind of attitude, that was as "prickly" as my own. I call it "my cactus suit". You want to get to know me? Fine... I'm a cool guy... but I don't make it easy.
I went through a bad period in my life and stopped going to the gym for about 18 months. When I finally got back to it, I saw MB for the first time in months. He'd grown! I didn't speak with him but later that evening I wrote him an email, complimenting him on his physique. I also told him some of my trials and tribulations and, interestingly, he replied that perhaps he could help me with that.
It was at this point that our budding friendship took a distinct and interesting turn. I'm not going to say much about this because, quite frankly, it involves illegal activity. Suffice it to say that over coffee at one of the local 'beat nick' coffee houses here (Berkeley is rife with them), MB confided, and confirmed something that I'd suspected but wasn't sure about: He's a heavy steroid user. Specifically Trenbolone Enanthate. (Tren-enth in body building slang.)
I'd never met a steroid user before and I was intrigued. This conversation led me to months and months of on-line self education about this subject, interspersed with occasional talks with MB, either in-between workout sets, in the locker (with him often sitting half naked in front of me... one conversation went on for an hour and a half) and occasionally just in passing on the street or over coffee.
Little by little I was getting to know MB... Turns out that he's even more introverted than I am. He has no friends. I've told this part of the story before, how I asked him if he had a girl friend and his response was, basically, he didn't believe any girl would want him. Now, his reasoning here is quite flawed... having to do with his having totally screwed up his natural testosterone production by his heavy steroid use. But in this context he said, "I don't get the whole gay thing..."
I stopped him right there, "Wait, ummm... you do know I'm gay, right?"
"YOU'RE GAY?!!"
"Uh, yeah, MB, I'm gay. Now what was it you were about to say?"
"Oh. Ok. Well, I don't get this whole gay thing but I've been watching a lot of Tranny porn and I find it really hot."
Now it was my turn to look agog... WTF? MB is into Tranny porn? :eek:
One of the interesting things about MB to me is that there were times when he and I could just shoot the shit and then there were times he'd hardly even acknowledge my existence. That went on for several months after our first steroid talk.
But just recently, within the past month, things have changed. Part of the reason for this change has to do with me... and another "bent" straight boy I'll tell you about another time. Suffice it to say, I'm going through changes. Feeling more open. Less cactus like. I've been working out really hard for months... but especially so in the past five weeks. I'm on a very intense workout regimen.
I usually go to the gym in the early morning where MB is more of an early afternoon kind of guy. So, our paths hadn't crossed at the gym in a couple months. But it just happened I was working out later than usual and there was MB doing his 500lb dead lifts. As he took a break between sets I bowed to him (he being the master) and he laughed. He not only acknowledged me but was clearly happy to see me.
From that point till today there has been a marked "openness" between MB and I. I feel like we've finally gotten into the "friend zone"... especially after this afternoon. We just spent three hours together walking around, talking about all kinds of crazy shit.
Turns out MB is fascinated and, quite frankly confused, about my sexuality. That he thought about my sexuality AT ALL was a revelation to me! "Yeah, you lived with a woman, you were... and still are... in love with her, but you're "GAY"? I don't understand that. "
"Well, MB, we divide ourselves and the world up into these rather narrow boxes. They can be useful but they're just concepts. The reality is, sex and love and all that is far messier for a lot of us. I say I'm "gay" because, I mean, first of all it is true. I am. But, that doesn't mean I can't have all kinds of feelings for all kinds of people. So, yeah, I fell in love with a woman. She's like my sister now. We're very close. But my sexuality is independent of those kinds of feelings. Plus, I've been in two long term relationships with men... no doubt in my mind I'm gay, no matter what else I've done or felt."
He listened to this. Later on, as we were getting to the point of going our separate ways, MB confided that, although he has had some sexual experiences, he isn't very sexually experienced. In fact he said, and I quote, "I don't even really know what I want."
Then he went on, "I recently put up a profile on OK-Cupid but I only have one picture... of me and my mom."
I looked at him and laughed. "DUDE it's ok to have a picture of you and your mom on your profile but it can NOT be the only one. Besides, you're a very good looking guy. You know that, right?"
"I don't know why it is only gay guys that tell me that. I never hear women say it."
"Well, lets not get off topic. You need some pix of you with your shirt off. They'll flock to you like flies to shit."
"Nah... I hate my tats."
It's true, his tats aren't the best.. but seriously? I wouldn't give a fuck. But I offered...
"Well, we'll take some pix of your back then.. .and your ass. You know you have THE most awesome ass I've ever seen? Like BOULDERS?"
He blushed, "Yeah... the girls are all about getting hot asses and then they're afraid to do squats and deadlifts... like they're afraid they're going to turn into a hairy gorilla or something and I tell them, there ain't no way. ... But I *would* like you to take some pix of me when we're at the gym sometime, with me doing dead lifts, maybe some from the side and behind? Would you do that?"
"Um, sure, MB... anything you want." ....
Time passed as we walked around, talking about working out, drugs, the sociology of sexual identity, one thing and another. Getting back to porn again he said, "Yeah, I get off on Tranny porn but I'm also into anime, and especially stuff with tentacles, women who grow dicks and fuck other chicks. All kinds of crazy shit. But its all just fantasy. Realistically I haven't really done all that much. That's one reason i'd like to have a relationship... just someone where I can get to the point where I can begin to experiment with different things to find out what I DO like and don't. ... I know there are even some guys who even like to take it up the ass...."
"Yeah, MB, I know this one guy, married with two kids, who likes his wife to wear a strap-on. In fact he likes to get fucked by men, too, although he's never let me fuck him. I've offered. Cute as fuck guy, TBH."
"And he's straight?"
"I call guys like him "bent" but, yeah. He identifies as heterosexual."
"That is just so fucking weird. I just don't get it"
"Well... to me it isn't weird at all. Its what he likes. I don't care how people label themselves. To me its all about finding out what gives you pleasure and then just letting yourself have that."
"Well, that's just it. I don't really know very much about what gives me pleasure other than jerking off to anime porn and shit."
"Well, MB... if you ever want to broaden your horizons and experiment, just let me know, OK?"
He laughed real big at that. In lots of ways MB is a typical straight boy, doesn't really know WHAT to make of "the whole gay thing". He's obviously curious, and just a tad repulsed or freaked out at the fact that he IS curious. Not to mention the fact I'm old enough to be his grandfather. (He's graduated now but still lives just four blocks from me. Working at a near-by hospital.)
"Well, if I ever do, trust me, you'll be the first to know!"
With that we said our good-byes.
Next time I'll tell you all about "Tickle Boy".
Just for the hell of it, I thought I'd tell some stories about "bent" straight boys I know or have known. If you have any stories of your own you'd like to add, or perhaps picture you're fond of (keeping in mind the TOS of this forum), you're welcome to contribute.
Before I go further though, I should add that I use the word "boy" in the generic sense of a young man. At my age that can be someone in his mid-40s on down. I haven't played around with an under-18 "bent" boy since I was in my early 20s.
First up is one I'll call Muscle Boy (aka "MB"). I've mentioned him on this forum in other threads but I want to fill in some of the details.
I met MB at the gym I work out in about three to four years ago. His physique is amazing. This isn't a picture of him (I do have some but will not post them), but he look a lot like this guy...
MB has plugs in his earlobes, tatts on his chest, often wears a knit cap pulled down over his ears like that, has a very similar physique and his face is slightly rounder. Very handsome young man.
The day I met him, he was doing incline dumbbell flies on a bench right in front of where i was working out, doing dumbbell lateral raises. I couldn't help but stare as his massive pecs squeezed together in front of me as he hoisted those heavy DBs. I don't remember how much he was hefting but way more than I could without my arms popping out of their sockets. But what was fascinating to me was not only his control, but being able to see the articulation of his pectoral muscles as they moved.
I'm not a chatty person. Especially at the gym. I go there to work out, not make friends. Like most guys there (unless they already know one another), I don't say word 1 to anyone. But for some reason, i just HAD to speak to this guy. I wanted to know HOW the fuck he got a body like that.
At a point when he wasn't right in the middle of a set, I screwed up my courage and very awkwardly asked him if he'd be willing to answer some questions about his workouts. His response wasn't unfriendly, but it wasn't exactly welcoming, either. He was rather nonchalant about it and said that, yeah, he'd condescend to talk with me once he was through with his workout. Well, no, he didn't use the word "condescend"... that's just how it sort of felt to me.
Sometime later we talked a little bit. He didn't have a lot of time so we exchanged email addresses and thus began a correspondence specifically about workout related things. Turns out the guy was a junior at the university working toward his undergraduate degree in sports nutrition. Of course I wanted to pick his brain about all that. And more.
Our correspondence wasn't frequent. Occasionally I'd see him at the gym and most of the time he blatantly ignored me. He had an air about him, a kind of attitude, that was as "prickly" as my own. I call it "my cactus suit". You want to get to know me? Fine... I'm a cool guy... but I don't make it easy.
I went through a bad period in my life and stopped going to the gym for about 18 months. When I finally got back to it, I saw MB for the first time in months. He'd grown! I didn't speak with him but later that evening I wrote him an email, complimenting him on his physique. I also told him some of my trials and tribulations and, interestingly, he replied that perhaps he could help me with that.
It was at this point that our budding friendship took a distinct and interesting turn. I'm not going to say much about this because, quite frankly, it involves illegal activity. Suffice it to say that over coffee at one of the local 'beat nick' coffee houses here (Berkeley is rife with them), MB confided, and confirmed something that I'd suspected but wasn't sure about: He's a heavy steroid user. Specifically Trenbolone Enanthate. (Tren-enth in body building slang.)
I'd never met a steroid user before and I was intrigued. This conversation led me to months and months of on-line self education about this subject, interspersed with occasional talks with MB, either in-between workout sets, in the locker (with him often sitting half naked in front of me... one conversation went on for an hour and a half) and occasionally just in passing on the street or over coffee.
Little by little I was getting to know MB... Turns out that he's even more introverted than I am. He has no friends. I've told this part of the story before, how I asked him if he had a girl friend and his response was, basically, he didn't believe any girl would want him. Now, his reasoning here is quite flawed... having to do with his having totally screwed up his natural testosterone production by his heavy steroid use. But in this context he said, "I don't get the whole gay thing..."
I stopped him right there, "Wait, ummm... you do know I'm gay, right?"
"YOU'RE GAY?!!"
"Uh, yeah, MB, I'm gay. Now what was it you were about to say?"
"Oh. Ok. Well, I don't get this whole gay thing but I've been watching a lot of Tranny porn and I find it really hot."
Now it was my turn to look agog... WTF? MB is into Tranny porn? :eek:
One of the interesting things about MB to me is that there were times when he and I could just shoot the shit and then there were times he'd hardly even acknowledge my existence. That went on for several months after our first steroid talk.
But just recently, within the past month, things have changed. Part of the reason for this change has to do with me... and another "bent" straight boy I'll tell you about another time. Suffice it to say, I'm going through changes. Feeling more open. Less cactus like. I've been working out really hard for months... but especially so in the past five weeks. I'm on a very intense workout regimen.
I usually go to the gym in the early morning where MB is more of an early afternoon kind of guy. So, our paths hadn't crossed at the gym in a couple months. But it just happened I was working out later than usual and there was MB doing his 500lb dead lifts. As he took a break between sets I bowed to him (he being the master) and he laughed. He not only acknowledged me but was clearly happy to see me.
From that point till today there has been a marked "openness" between MB and I. I feel like we've finally gotten into the "friend zone"... especially after this afternoon. We just spent three hours together walking around, talking about all kinds of crazy shit.
Turns out MB is fascinated and, quite frankly confused, about my sexuality. That he thought about my sexuality AT ALL was a revelation to me! "Yeah, you lived with a woman, you were... and still are... in love with her, but you're "GAY"? I don't understand that. "
"Well, MB, we divide ourselves and the world up into these rather narrow boxes. They can be useful but they're just concepts. The reality is, sex and love and all that is far messier for a lot of us. I say I'm "gay" because, I mean, first of all it is true. I am. But, that doesn't mean I can't have all kinds of feelings for all kinds of people. So, yeah, I fell in love with a woman. She's like my sister now. We're very close. But my sexuality is independent of those kinds of feelings. Plus, I've been in two long term relationships with men... no doubt in my mind I'm gay, no matter what else I've done or felt."
He listened to this. Later on, as we were getting to the point of going our separate ways, MB confided that, although he has had some sexual experiences, he isn't very sexually experienced. In fact he said, and I quote, "I don't even really know what I want."
Then he went on, "I recently put up a profile on OK-Cupid but I only have one picture... of me and my mom."
I looked at him and laughed. "DUDE it's ok to have a picture of you and your mom on your profile but it can NOT be the only one. Besides, you're a very good looking guy. You know that, right?"
"I don't know why it is only gay guys that tell me that. I never hear women say it."
"Well, lets not get off topic. You need some pix of you with your shirt off. They'll flock to you like flies to shit."
"Nah... I hate my tats."
It's true, his tats aren't the best.. but seriously? I wouldn't give a fuck. But I offered...
"Well, we'll take some pix of your back then.. .and your ass. You know you have THE most awesome ass I've ever seen? Like BOULDERS?"
He blushed, "Yeah... the girls are all about getting hot asses and then they're afraid to do squats and deadlifts... like they're afraid they're going to turn into a hairy gorilla or something and I tell them, there ain't no way. ... But I *would* like you to take some pix of me when we're at the gym sometime, with me doing dead lifts, maybe some from the side and behind? Would you do that?"
"Um, sure, MB... anything you want." ....Time passed as we walked around, talking about working out, drugs, the sociology of sexual identity, one thing and another. Getting back to porn again he said, "Yeah, I get off on Tranny porn but I'm also into anime, and especially stuff with tentacles, women who grow dicks and fuck other chicks. All kinds of crazy shit. But its all just fantasy. Realistically I haven't really done all that much. That's one reason i'd like to have a relationship... just someone where I can get to the point where I can begin to experiment with different things to find out what I DO like and don't. ... I know there are even some guys who even like to take it up the ass...."
"Yeah, MB, I know this one guy, married with two kids, who likes his wife to wear a strap-on. In fact he likes to get fucked by men, too, although he's never let me fuck him. I've offered. Cute as fuck guy, TBH."
"And he's straight?"
"I call guys like him "bent" but, yeah. He identifies as heterosexual."
"That is just so fucking weird. I just don't get it"
"Well... to me it isn't weird at all. Its what he likes. I don't care how people label themselves. To me its all about finding out what gives you pleasure and then just letting yourself have that."
"Well, that's just it. I don't really know very much about what gives me pleasure other than jerking off to anime porn and shit."
"Well, MB... if you ever want to broaden your horizons and experiment, just let me know, OK?"
He laughed real big at that. In lots of ways MB is a typical straight boy, doesn't really know WHAT to make of "the whole gay thing". He's obviously curious, and just a tad repulsed or freaked out at the fact that he IS curious. Not to mention the fact I'm old enough to be his grandfather. (He's graduated now but still lives just four blocks from me. Working at a near-by hospital.)
"Well, if I ever do, trust me, you'll be the first to know!"
With that we said our good-byes.
Next time I'll tell you all about "Tickle Boy".
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