Guy's kitchen disposal stops working and thus calls a number his work buddy gave him. When the plumber comes over he changes the disposal, checks his house pipes and his personal pipes very thoroughly.
Guy has a long hard work week and decided to go to the local pub on Friday to catch a drink and chill. While there he become fascinated with the servers crotch and ass.
It might have been different, it might not have happened, if just one of the countless events since the Big Bang had occurred sooner, or later, or here instead of there, or even not at all. But the day arrived and the one who walked might have taken another route; having taken that route, he might have looked down as he passed. But he did not go another way, looked up instead of down, and was instantly lost, as he was lost. [This and Quest, the very best of me.]
I had my first orgy last May, there was six of us and I was the only bottom/vers guy there. My arse took a pounding to say the least. I wrote about it in depth on my blog. Today I was working on my stories archive and I found something I had written two years (to the week) before my first orgy. It was is a work of fantasy and involves twelve guys. My first orgy was amazing but this fantasy of mine is something I would love to fulfill one day.... soon.