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In all that time, I never once considered having sex with any of the animals or with the hired help, even though I saw the animals having sex, the help having sex, and even once or twice I stumbled onto the help having sex with the animals.

I think I was too busy avoiding my sexuality back then.

John finger fucked me relentlessly while his mouth made contact with just about every nook and cranny of my entire body.

If I want a hole to fuck, I go for a slighter fellow who can’t take his eyes off my basket.But sometimes there are those men who have that animal magnetism and killer frame that makes me nervous and a little excited. I cruised around some, usually stopping to watch a hot session or chat with someone I knew, but always keeping an eye on that man and letting him know I was interested.I swear he was growling in a low bass pitch the whole time, like an animal.I imagine we scared the crap out of the cab driver.He kept brushing his hand by that crotch and letting it linger there while I watched, mesmerized by it. In the cruising game you’ve got to play it tough or most of these guys will just walk away. He caught up with me outside, told me he was John and that we should go to his place, hailing a cab.

I saw him rebuff several offers from some very good-looking men. I kept his focus and walked right past him, heading for the door. During the cab ride to his flat, his big palm never left my denim-imprisoned straining cock and I couldn’t help myself from licking and sucking on his deeply chiselled and rough jaw line.

Other boys were experimenting openly with the farm girls or at least boasting about it. It wasn’t until I moved to the city to go to college that I began to explore what feel I had always known. In no time I was putting my legs in the air for another frat, fucking anonymous pickups from seedy downtown bars, and generally having a great time; discovering all those years of pent-up sexual frustration made me one great poke in my post-adolescence.

Well, it wasn’t too long (my second year of college) before I began to seek out more than just the vanilla partners I had screwed around with.

I began to frequent the leather bars, the darker baths, the parks — those places where men descended into darkness to exercise their deepest, most secret fetish desires.

By the time I come to my time of my story, I had been fisted twice, tortured, enslaved, peed on, and been the subject of mass orgies and sex parties full of hard drugs, sex toys and fetish games.

He paid the cabby and we went up to his flat, which wasn’t shabby at all and convinced me he was a well-paid professional.