My fantasy is sure to make you question my "bi" labeling, but here goes: I walk into a room with many, at least a dozen, of the best looking "hotties" lined up around the four walls, all with perfect faces, bodies, and unusually large erections.
My purpose for being there is to select the one whom I want to have sex with. There is no question that each wants me, b/c their erections are a result of this longing.
As my eyes lock into each stud's eyes, his facial expression shows the strong desire to attract me and give me the pleasure I desire. None of the Adonises touch their dicks', nor loose their erections, as I spend as much time as I want "sizing" up each one as I deside which four I want to verbally interview.
DMW just happens to be one of the four I select and the last for my interview and thorough body examination, ass included. Although I know I'm keeping the other three 'hanging', our interview is so rewarding that all of my attention is focused on Whopper and he makes it evident that having him would be everything I could ever crave. Telling my selection isn't necessary, for the distraction would dampen the situation, which we begin to explore.
Luke