No holds barred. I couldn't believe the difference I felt. No more leading a double life. I yam what I yam, as Popeye would have said. I wasn't walking away from my previous life, I was expanding on the present one, getting back into the swim of things. No, I didn't have plans to go wild. That wasn't something you did in the age of COVID. Like AIDS, you had to be careful, for everyone's sake.
I was surprised what caused the reaction. It was simply a picture of this gay guy showing how horny he was. I realized I was absolutely fascinated with what I would if I were there.
We would have shed our clothes and both would be standing in front of this mirror proudly displaying our stiff cocks, enraptured by our horniness. We started to masturbate our cocks, watching the subtle changes as we got stiffer. Next we would each grasp the others cocks, gently squeezing them to feel each others horniness, the joy of how stiff we were.
At this point I came to the realization that pussies were boring. Plus, I was really enjoying the beauty of the male body beyond our sexual organs.
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