A demissexual who's occasionally just horny

I met them both around the same time but at different places, despite the fact they know each other. One had a moustache, the other had a beard. I believe moustache was the person who made me start paying attention to moustaches: he was incredibly handsome and sexy, and I was instantly into him. Beard, on the other hand, was handsome enough to catch my attention, but at the time I just thought he was a good looking bear and I don't feel like I wanted anything else.

Then things started to change the more I got to know them better. Moustache was a bit of an ass to me when we first met, and pretty much any time I saw him afterwards. To the point where I would be surprised when he was not rude to me. No, he wasn't nice, he just was not rude - and that was enough to make me surprised. 

Beard, on the other hand, was always super nice and lovely, every single time we saw each other. He was interested in me as a person, interested in my life and my friends. He was nice to me in person, but would also send me messages and seemed genuinely interested in becoming my friend. 

So that initial crush I had on moustache was soon over. I could still appreciate how handsome and sexy he was, but I had no interest in him anymore. I could not think of him a sexual way, and I do believe that I would decline it, if an opportunity to go in that direction would ever arise. Almost in an indirect way, I started to develop a sexual interest in beard. I became more and more intrigued and enticed by the idea of getting naked with him. 

Then, at some point, I got to see them both naked, for the first time, in our local nudist beach. Again, not at the same time. First I saw moustache naked and, as expected, I could appreciate that he's a handsome and sexy man, but I went home and lived my life, without thinking very much about him, his body or his penis. Then I saw beard naked. And I could not take my eyes off him. For the next week after that I masturbated compulsively thinking about him naked.

There are many things that attracts me in a guy, physically. I could make a list. And, sometimes, those things are enough for a quick fuck. But, most of the time, they don't matter. None of it matters when there is no connection. In fact, it also doesn't matter if someone doesn't tick a single box in the list. If there is connection, regardless of how someone looks, it is very likely they will be able to get me hard.

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