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had been Danny Segal, captain of the school wrestling team, but it was Danny’s cousin Susie who’dd claimed his virginity. With her soft blonde hair and overly developed boobs, fifteen-year-old Dale had known what he should fancy, rather than the hot jock in the wrestling singlet.
    â€œDon’t worry,” Susie had said. “I know what I’m doing.”
    They had been in the spare bedroom of Danny’s house during a party for his sister’s eighteenth birthday. Susie had been two years older than Dale and he had no reason to doubt her claim. She’d said she knew what she was doing and he’d believed her. It had been exciting—and frightening—as she had led him away from the party and wedged a chair against the unlocked bedroom door. Susie’s tits had been the talk of the locker room. The guys on the team would have all settled for a glimpse of those unfettered breasts, but she had been there on top of him, pushing those massive boobs right in his face. Dale had wanted to laugh but doubted Susie would see the funny side. With steely determination, he had followed her lead.
    Susie’s polished fingers had guided his hard manhood between her legs and Dale had been enveloped by her warm, sticky pussy. It hadn’t felt too bad. Hell, it actually had felt pretty good. Normal even.
    He had read that crushes on members of the same sex were a common part of growing up. It was something most guys went through. Susie’s welcoming, voluptuous body had convinced him that his feelings for her cousin had been nothing more than that—a phase. He’d grow out of it soon enough and, when he did, he’d be as normal as any other guy.
    He’d had a lot of girlfriends after Susie. Through high school, as he had excelled on the wrestling team and in the drama group, he had become one of the more popular boys. His easygoing nature and wholesome good looks had put him at the top of many girls’ fantasy lists.
    It had been another girlfriend, Sherilyn, who had persuaded him to enter a modeling competition while he’d been at college in New York.
    â€œYou’re crazy.” He’d laughed. “I’m no model. Who wants to stand around looking dumb all the time? All I know about fashion are jeans and T-shirts. I’d suck.”
    Undeterred, Sherilyn submitted his photo to the competition. She had known he had the look. Dale had won first place and a contract with a New York agency. What started as a laugh and a way to earn extra cash had quickly led to high-profile campaigns for jeans, underwear and aftershave. He had the face and the body to go far and he quickly had, traveling all over the world to promote the brands he had been attached to.
    Despite the fame, the money and the traveling, he had soon realized that his early opinion of modeling was correct. It wasn’t for him.
    Through it all, he had been dismayed to find that the phase he had gone through of fancying other guys had been slow to pass. It hadn’t gone anywhere. Though he had still slept with women, he hadn’t been able to stop looking at other men. Traveling had afforded him the opportunity to experiment. Discreetly, away from home, where nobody had known who he was. It seemed reasonable, that if he scratched that itch, maybe it would go away.
    Sex with women had come to be something he had enjoyed, even if he’d often found himself thinking of other men during the act, but sex with a man had been something else—something out of this world. Oh God , it was wrong. So, so wrong. Why had it felt so good—so right to him?
    But it couldn’t be. He wasn’t that kind of man. Dale had suppressed that aspect of his sexuality. If he kept it under wraps and satiated it rarely, away from home, with strangers who didn’t know him and who he’d never see again, he could lead a normal life. Be a normal man. Have a family someday.
    His high-profile modeling had led to