From age 12 in 1958 till I graduated from Tustin High School in 1964 my mother was calling me to her bedroom. I was terrified of girls all that time. After graduation I was still terrified. Wondered if I was a momma's boy,queer,etc. In 1968 I met a guy on the Sunset Strip in LA. Said he was gay. Wanted to do the nasty with me. I figured this was Tinfoil's shot at finding out if he liked whangs. We went into a gas station men's room. He blew me. It did zilch. I gave him what I considered to be an A+ blow job. If you're going to do something,do it right. That's always been my motto. He loved it. Did nada for me. And that's how I found out I'm not gay. True story.