Before I went to university in the UK I spent a year travelling, mainly in the US and Canada. I met loads of interesting people and saw lots of great places but most of all I discovered more about me. I had been confused about my sexuality at school. I had lots of girl friends but also knew that I could feel something different when I looked at my fellow male students and at some of the teachers too. I found myself watching some of them dressing and undressing in the changing rooms and enjoying the experience. For some reason seeing guys in their underwear was something of a turn-on.
I had never done anything about these feelings apart from masturbation. This was before images were so accessible on the internet so the occasional catalogue or magazine was the best I could find.
So when I set off on my travels I decided that I would find out once and for all what it was all about – away from friends and family and the risk of being discovered. I spent several days in New York at the beginning of my stay and booked into a hostel. I had heard stories about what went on there and thought it was the best place to start. I had a room to myself but guys seemed to gather in the corridors and by the stairs and I definitely felt as though I was being checked out as I moved about the place. The toilet cubicles didn't have doors on so everything was very public in there!
I spent my first full day visiting places I had seen on TV and soaking up the atmosphere of the city. The height and closeness of the buildings was very strange and claustrophobic at first but I soon got used to it. When I got back to the hostel in the early evening the guys were in the corridor as usual and for some reason I noticed one in particular. He was quite short with cropped hair but, unlike the others he was wearing a suit and tie. I guessed he was in his late twenties. I found myself staring at him and he obviously noticed because he gave me a friendly smile and said hello.
I responded and he moved away from the others and we got into conversation. We asked each other about ourselves and he said that he was on a training course for a week and decided it would be more fun to stay in the hostel than in a hotel. I wasn't totally sure what that meant but I thought, and had begun to hope, it meant he was looking for company! After a while he asked if I was doing anything during the evening and, when I said I had no plans, he offered to show me around. He said his name was Greg and told me his room number. We agreed we would meet there at 8.00.
I went back to my room and then washed and changed, choosing my best pair of white briefs and a clean blue shirt. I was getting more and more nervous but excited too but had no idea what to expect. I knocked on his door at exactly 8.00 and he shouted come in. He had changed out of his suit but was still wearing a smart dress shirt neatly tucked into his trousers. I also noticed as he was bending over his locker some visible brief lines and a glimpse of the waistband of his briefs above his trousers.
