"Bore-ing..." Pam replied. "How about Little-bo- peep and her sheep?" That's sick," I said. "And no way am I going to dress up as a sheep with people ...sking me if I'm lost all night."I ran through some ideas in my head. God, I wish she would have dressed up as Wonderwoman. I could imagine her in those tight blue panties, her shapely legs, and a top that wasn't much of a top. The images in my head were waking up the little guy down below. It was then, with my mind in the gutter, when inspiration. Our dinner conversation was mostly about coaching and equipment and generic topics. She was easy to talk to and seemed to enjoy the wine that I had chosen for our diner. We were on our second bottle when the subject of our conversation changed."Why are you so attracted to young girls?" I'm not attracted to young girls, per se. I am attracted to virgins. Being the first man to have sex with a virgin is very exciting, not only from the physical part but also the emotional. I get to be the one. And if you let yourself, you'll enjoy this." Enjoy what? What do you want?" My frantic questions make him chuckle. He moved his hand up and I felt him cup my breast, squeeze lightly.Even through the terror, I feel a tiny spurt of lust form. "No, stop it."The third man comes toward me. My hands were wrapped around the man's arm who held my breast, trying to push him away. He takes my hands, pulls them up and over my head, tying them securely to a hook in the door of the van. "Do you have the. Last night we were making love. She was on her hands and knees, and I had my cock deep in her pussy and was reaching around to rub her clit. At that very intense moment, just starting to spiral upward toward orgasm, I began imagining what it would feel like to be a gay man, with a cock deep up my ass, plunging in and out. This powerful fantasy took possession of me and I exploded in mind-shattering ecstasy.Everyone who knows me considers me the quintessential straight man, as hetero as they.