I was still at high school, when I realised that I was not like the other boys.
Whilst they were out chasing women, I used to spend most of my free time studying.
At first this seemed to attract a bit of attention but gradually it seemed to become the accepted thing.
It was a Saturday morning, and I was as usual, visiting the local art museum.
I was sketching a copy of the βStatue of David by Michelangelo', when I felt someone's presence behind me.
I turned around and there in front of me was the most handsome looking man I had ever seen, looking not unlike the statue itself.
We stuck up a conversation, and it was not long before were discussing the finer points of the statue.
The way he described the curvature the body, especially the carving of the muscles of the legs and chest, confirmed his appreciation of fine art.
As he spoke his hands appeared to mould the shape of the statue.
He said," Michelangelo must have known the subject like a lover, and spent hours upon hours just studying him, it's perfection. Well almost"
I looked at him and asked," What do you mean by almost?"
Laughingly he said, "If I had been the sculptor, I think I would have given him a little bigger dick."
It was a strange way of putting it but I sort of agreed with him
"Well I suppose that it must be a true representation of his size, but perhaps he could have given him just a little more."
We seemed to be getting on famously and something made me comment that perhaps it was because I was similar in the genital area that it, seemed to be in proportion.
This brought a laugh from my companion, and he said that he thought he would have made a better model in that department.
This of cause caused me to glance at his crotch, and there was no disguising the bulge in the front of his trousers.
He saw me looking and said, "Not gay by any chance are you?"
"Not that I know of, but I never think about girls much, and sometimes I do wonder."
"There's only one way to find out. I need a pee so I'm going to the men's room so think it over, I'll be waiting."
A feeling of panic coursed through my body as I realised what he was suggesting, but as he walked away, my eyes were fixed on his tight ass, and no sooner had he left than my feet were leading me in the direction he had just taken.
I had no sooner entered the men's room than a cubical door opened and he beckoned me towards him.
My throat was dry and legs were shaking as I made my way towards the open door.