Sex and Scandals: Mind blowing sex stories

Introduction to the book

In the back of my head, though, I wondered more and more why I was turned on by guys. Or at least it seemed like I was when I admitted it to myself. I'd played sports for years, primarily baseball and tennis, and was used to being around naked guys in the locker room. And honestly, it excited me. I told myself it was just the male camaraderie--the "being buddies" with guys that I enjoyed and that nudity in the locker room and locker room talk was just part of that closeness. But sometimes at night I'd let my mind wander back to the locker room and contemplate the various bodies I'd seen---and especially the penises. Some of the guys I knew had really nice penises dangling there between their thighs. But why did I notice that, I asked myself? I was a guy and I liked tits and pussy. I wasn't supposed to be thinking about penises so I'd usually push those thoughts away. I convinced myself that my fascination with cocks was because I had a big one (as commented on good-naturedly by several guys in the locker room---and girls in the bedroom--through the years) and that I was simply comparing. And usually when I jerked off I thought about tits and pussy. But once in a while, those pictures from Club magazine would flash into my head and I'd finish busting my load with thoughts of a stiff penis penetrating a steamy vagina. That was OK, right? I mean, it was heterosexual fucking I was imagining. No harm done.

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