|Sweaty and ripe construction worker undies.|
I have spent many years observing guys in their 20s (and younger) ogling my teenage daughters when we're out in public. I've become accustomed to this and in fact, it doesn't trouble me at all. I well understand the horniness of a young man with aching balls, the tingling in his nether regions as he looks at my stunningly beautiful daughters.
Since I came out as gay, this scenario has changed quite a bit. What now happens is that I am ogling the 20-something hottie dude who is ogling my 17 year old daughter. This seems so wrong, somehow!
I was reminded of this yesterday when I drove my daughter a few hours up a remote highway to her job-related commitment. There was much road construction and delay; we were stopped by about ten flag-men. Every one was a college boy (early 20s), each with a scruffy, unshaven face and slim body, Sexy!! Their frat-boy youthfulness nicely contrasted with their work-boots, Carhartt workers' jeans and hard hats. Sadly, none of them was shirtless because of the ever-present hordes of black flies, mosquitoes, deer flies and horse flies.
After my "conquest" with the 28 year old Hottie Nurse, my gay sexual self-confidence has increased ten-fold. I now go around thinking that I'm some irresistible sex magnet, God's gift to gay men. Delusional, I know!! The reality is that I'm just another tubby, middle-aged gay guy.
|All the construction boys we saw were way cuter than these guys.|
As we slowly drove by the construction sites, every single one of the hottie flag men stared intently into our car. My immediate thought was, "Gosh, I think he was checking me out!!!"
After we passed by the third flag-man staring into our car, I suddenly had a reality check.... maybe, just maybe the those bored, horny young men were looking at my daughter. She was sitting beside me, all flashing blonde hair, blue eyes, spaghetti-strapped top, voluptuous curves and cleavage. It was a crushing realization!
This discovery was confirmed when I returned by myself in the car. Of the ten or so flag men, nine of them showed not the slightest flicker of interest in me, not the slightest glance in my direction. Only one of the hottie flag-men again stared into my car as I drove by.... hmmm.... maybe it wasn't too unreasonable to think that there was one gay guy in the group?