Masculinity fascinates me. As a boy, I felt delicate, scared, and always on the run from any male behavior. Masculinity scared me because it seemed strong, firm, hard. However, I admired men. On sunny days, seeing their tanned and sweaty back. Their deep, rough voices. The hair on his legs, armpit, chest, the hair down his belly and into his pants. Strong, muscular arms. Beards, the serious look, the crude jokes, the interest in sports. Everything that was very masculine fascinated me. I grew up and looked for it, to be like these men were, to feel the strength of masculinity in myself, the pride of having balls. After a long and stressful day, taking off my clothes, lying down with my arm behind my head, feeling the masculine scent that my body exudes, above all feeling my balls and cock in my hand, the texture of the skin, the hair around my manly member, the slow hardening, feeling my penis throb, feeling my balls heave, I feel relaxed, I feel proud to be a man. Every day I try to be more of the man I admired when I was a boy and I admire all the masculinity that many men express. The male naked body is the physical manifestation of virility. – João Homem
Amen brother Joao.
I had a similar experience as a very young boy.
I eventually had to give myself permission to be a man.
And being bullied as a kid gave me my adult fearlessness superpower.
When our hearts are open, good things can come from bad experiences.
Peace and HaPenis to all my brothers. – John
When I was younger, I bought the whole feminist bullshit and recoiled from masculinity, all the while having a secret, furtive fascination and attraction to manly men (and a strong repulsion to the effeminate entertainers who, back in the day, were the only models of what THAT kind of sexuality would look like). Fuck that! I was duped on two fronts, and meekly complied by suppressing and denying my true self, my true sexuality, my adoration of cock. I was young, unworldly, ignorant, fearful and isolated. And my world was dangerously hostile to homosexuality. Thanks to my epiphany, I now accept and celebrate my masculinity, my sexuality, my body, and other men’s bodies. I love masculine men, the type described on this site as Omegas, not the so-called alphas that I have no desire or respect for.I absolutely support sex equality, I’m just not interested in engaging with women anymore. – Amar Rama
My first sex was masturbating with a boy my age, before puberty. We masturbated a lot, and I really loved it. When he began to grow pubic hair he was embarrassed by what we did, and he blew me off, calling me “a homo”. I was horribly afraid after that to even mention masturbating to other boys, although changing in gym I struggled to keep from gazing at the boy next to me, with his strawberry blond pubic hair and imagined masturbating together with him.
I avoided feeling attraction to masculinity for most of my life. When I was sixteen I had “swinger” sex with a couple in their thirties, and he was very masculine in demenor, and also very well hung. His wife would ride my penis through multiple orgasms as I lay on the floor trying not to cum, and then he would mount her and fuck her in ways I couldn’t imagine ever doing. After she went to bed, he would suck my cock. I felt he understood my desires, though I thought I had little attraction to him. But I replayed him (and his friends) fucking his wife, and later my girlfriend, over and over.
It was also very secret; they were both teachers, and I could never tell friends my age about our sex. When the internet opened, I was euphoric at being able to discuss masturbation, and then to openly express to others my deep desire for mutual masturbation. For decades I had averted my gaze over and over until one day I was invited to masturbate by another man. I was so happy and relieved, but we were both on the “beta” side, and I still feared meeting masculine men.
Masturbating with another shortly after I was overwhelmed with the desire to suck, and in the next year I followed that desire a lot ! As I sought out men to please orally, a pattern emerged…..strong married men, masculine, who took receiving oral as a birthright. One day I began twisting and then sucking his nipple. I am still afraid of it, and so I come here and look and bears with thick cocks and dream of sucking them as I masturbate.
And Donald, I’m with you on seeing more normal cocks….so here’s mine.
I hear you Amar. I knew I had an attraction to men in my early life. I loved masculine things. Masturbation was my best friend. It still is. I have an enlarged prostate, and it is going to be surgically “emptied” at the Mayo Clinic in October 2024. The contents will be removed, but the prostate will remain. I will have orgasms, but there will be no fluid released. I can’t wait to masturbate for the first time after surgery. However, I will have to wait a month before I do. I have always loved men, seeing them, wondering what they look like naked in bed. I am happy with my life and in your last sentence, I too have no desire for sex with women.
Thank you brother.
Good luck with your surgery.
I feel the same way about masturbation.
I was once really good at edging but these days it seems like I only have enough sexual energy to have a fairly quick wank.
My orgasms are still very satisfying though.
Regarding women, it’s not only a lack of sexual desire, I’m afraid – no justification for this – they just bore me.
When I was younger, I bought the whole feminist bullshit and recoiled from masculinity, all the while having a secret, furtive fascination and attraction to manly men (and a strong repulsion to the effeminate entertainers who, back in the day, were the only models of what THAT kind of sexuality would look like).
Fuck that! I was duped on two fronts, and meekly complied by suppressing and denying my true self, my true sexuality, my adoration of cock.
I was young, unworldly, ignorant, fearful and isolated.
And my world was dangerously hostile to homosexuality.
Thanks to my epiphany, I now accept and celebrate my masculinity, my sexuality, my body, and other men’s bodies.
I love masculine men, the type described on this site as Omegas, not the so-called alphas that I have no desire or respect for.
I absolutely support sex equality, I’m just not interested in engaging with women anymore.