texpatriot
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My family or friends never really accepted me.
Then there was a part of me that felt "used" because...well basically...because my dick was bigger than theirs and they wanted to "play with it."
I didn't know.
I DID NOT KNOW!
That not only was I NOT a freak, I was a FREAK for having a big dick.
Then I had to look back to grade school.
There's no way that I was the most popular kid in school; or Boy Scouts, or 3rd Grade Basketball.
Everytime I was invited over for "sleep over" somewhere in the night the guy who invited me over ASKED if he could "touch my dick"
WTF!
Sometimes, I can't help but think that If I didn't let some many "straight guys" touch my dick, that maybe I wouldn't be Gay.
Then there was a part of me that felt "used" because...well basically...because my dick was bigger than theirs and they wanted to "play with it."
I didn't know.
I DID NOT KNOW!
That not only was I NOT a freak, I was a FREAK for having a big dick.
Then I had to look back to grade school.
There's no way that I was the most popular kid in school; or Boy Scouts, or 3rd Grade Basketball.
Everytime I was invited over for "sleep over" somewhere in the night the guy who invited me over ASKED if he could "touch my dick"
WTF!
Sometimes, I can't help but think that If I didn't let some many "straight guys" touch my dick, that maybe I wouldn't be Gay.



















