I envy you your youth. (you, your, youth, he he.:)

i didn't have that option, ''back in the day''. my stepson, when he was sixteen, met a young man who claimed gayness, and yesssss, he was a 'boy magnet'. He had a motorcycle and that made him larger in those boys' minds. having a shotgun was just a plus. then he had all of those great sex toys. he had a two foot long dildo that several boys told me about and an assortment of padded hand-cuffs, leg shackles, spiked collars, and every length of dildo available. all of this was related to me by 'my boys'. the boys who i lavished attention on. the ones i raised. he stole them away from me that easily. he also took most of the boys who frequently frequented my house;) but he was a really likeable guy, and at one point ended up living with me, my wife, her daughter, my two step-sons, and the oldest ones wife and daughter. (yes, it was a really big house, and i was making decent money)