By the time I was in my early thirties, I began to become curious about another man's penis. Once while on vacation, I went into a steam room, I saw a... young man with a towel hanging around his waist. He looked as if he had a hard-on. As he got up I watched him go into a shower stall. I could see him through the slots of the shower door rubbing one out. Oh how I wished I had the courage to go after him, get on my knees and suck him hard.. But wait,?? Am I straight ? what was this strange urge ?. One huge centaur stood in the mist of the group and shouted his auburn colored horse’s body seemed to shimmer. “We shall take this creature to the ancients and let them decide its fate.” The others agreed, but first they stripped off my clothes so not to shame the ancients. They all laughed and snickered at the sight of my furless body then placed a noose around my neck and led me off. We walked towards the mist till it became dark and then we stopped. In a small area they settled down and I. Finally, after countless mental reassurances I made my move. Grabbing a shirt to pull over my bare chest, I looked in the mirror quickly. My black hair was framing my face in choppy layers and somehow made my sharp, aristocratic features all the more pronounced. I have always known that I am attractive, and I have never understood people who doubt their looks. My eyes are ice blue and have thick eyelashes that fan out and apparently give me an air of mystery. I’ve kept my body in shape all of. “Old habit, I guess.” I chuckled. “I didn’t let people get close before. Guess I forget I have friends sometimes.” I shrugged.“Well, please try not to; it makes us worry. I will lead you to your room. Winston already knows which one to bring your things to.” She chastised me before walking up the ornate staircase on our left.As we walked, I reminded her, “I’ll need a comprehensive tour soon if I’m to do my job. My experience as an infiltrator in Force Recon might show vulnerabilities you might.