I've always had a fascination with straight men. Sure, sex with a fellow PLU does have its advantages: the reciprocation of gestures, the willingness of both (or more) participants and the possibility of establishing a mutually loving relationship. But therein lies its obvious flaw - that which is attainable loses its luster all too soon. We all have an unquenchable thirst for that which is beyond our reach.
Unless of course you are fortunate enough to have plenty of experiences with the elusive straight men during those adolescent years when sexual experimentation was rampant, most will have to contend themselves with observing them as if in the zoo where the beast are behind glass partitions. Beware: do not feed the animals!
But there is a place where this veritable jungle becomes an amiable petting zoo. A place where we could pet the wild without the fear of being bitten. A place where we could finally drink from this forbidden oasis: the massage parlor.
So here I begin, one at a time, to quench this undying thirst...
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