Growing up as a teen, I can honestly say that I did not have any same-sex fantasies. I had my first sexual encounter with a woman in my freshman year of college. Because I was on the college's tennis team, there there lots of groupies, fans and boosters of the team, who were eager to get to know us socially, some even carnally.
All of my sexual encounters during my freshman and sophomore years were exclusively with women, although I was aware that I attracted a lot of men too. Even back in those days, tennis had a perception of being a gay-friendly sport. During those years, I had a lot of sex during those years.
By the end of the sophomore year, i started having sex for money. Once I started, I did not want to stop. I was being paid to fuck people. It was also at that time that a wealthy older male alumnus of the college offered me $200 a piece for my jockstraps, provided that they were worn and sweaty. i remember reaching into my laundry back, and, pulling out 10 of them. He reached into his wallet, and, handed me $2,000. Suddenly, I felt his hand reach up my tennis shorts and squeeze my balls! My eyes bugged out; my face turned beet red. Then he tucked $200 into the waistband of the shorts. He smiled. I smiled.
Eventually, he offered me money for me to fuck him. I declined at first. He offered progressively more money, until I said yes. It was 5x my going rate to fuck a woman. More and more men came to me for sex. I noticed that the act was very transactional with them; on the other hand, women wanted some companionship too, over and above sex. I started opting for more and more men as clients.
When I graduated with my doctorate, I gave up my gigolo career cold turkey, met my wife, and, started a family. All was good, until my wife experienced menopause. At that point, she lost interest in sex, and, did nothing to rekindle that interest. I looked for sexual companionship elsewhere, and, returned to men. I was sex as recreation and nothing more.