It started from a very early age. At the start is was just my imagination wanting to know what a girl looked like in panties and how they felt to them when they had some on. So, to find out for my self, I acquired (stole) a pair from my neighbor, Monica, (both of us age 9), went back to my place and out of a very intense excitement/desire, put them on. I was hooked. I know I'm not a female so I don't try to act like one. I enjoy wearing panties and other lingerie. No makeup or try to sound like a girl. I enjoy sex with both females and males. I "love" females, I "enjoy" sex with a male (or both if possible). I'm not attracted to males as a whole, I'm attracted to the sex with a male. No muscle-bound stupid he-man talking crap like some macho man. It's the sex, especially if I think they are imagining they are fucking some young girl in the butt as they are fucking me. Because that's what I'm imagining, I'm a young teen girl getting fucked in the butt for the first time etc. My wife, Michelle, passed away 24 years ago. We had been together since the age of 13. Both of us were very open from the very beginning regarding our thoughts, desires, fantasies with sex. And neither one of us passed any kind of judgement upon the other. It was full acceptance and understanding. I enjoy watching the teen porn because it reminds me of the beginnings of Michelle and I.(One note: the styles, materials and great colors of lingerie these days is great!)