I begin my journey...

Growing up in the late 50's and early 60's there was really no such thing as "gay" per se. At least I didn't know what it was or even homosexuality at that point in my life. I just knew there was something very different about me. I knew that all along but could never put a title on it. The day I first learned to wack off I was home watching The Lone Ranger all by myself. Some one had tied him up...I got hard...and started rubbing myself ...wow what a feeling. I still didn't know what it was, much less what had just happened or why I felt this way. I kept this all to myself. There was no one to talk to. No adult I could confide in, no real friend I could about this with. So I just carried it with me. In the 5th or 6th grade we got a new gym teacher. He was the most handsome man I had ever seen. no too muscular...but VERY hairy...arms , legs, poking out of his too small sized shirt and nips always showing. He was a great teacher...making gym "fun". When I was in he showers one day all the guys saw that I had pubes and started making fun of me...,calling me "Harry" all the time. I was embaressed and hated taking showers for many many weeks. One day after school I decided that was going to talk to my gym teacher . I was going to ask him about all the stuff I had been carrying these past few years. Then I was going to ask him if he would remove his shirt so I could see his hairy chest. I walked to his office....and didn't have the balls to knock on the door. I just ran away crying, with a raging hardon and again didn't know why!!...more to come....