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[B][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]“I….uh... I thought it would be...hot.” I stammered.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]He looked up at my face, “Hot? How? Explain it to me?”[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I just looked at him, then down at my not-going-down teenage cock, “I...well, I don’t get laid a lot. And I’m kinda..well, I’m into girls and guys...and I’ve swallowed cum a few times..”[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]He cut me off, “You didn’t...you didn’t like, eat any of that…”[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]“OH! No...no...I just thought it would be hot to rub it around on my dick. Jack off with it.” I probably blushed even further. It felt that way.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]“OK...I mean, I’ve heard about people doing that...that condom’s been in the trash since last night, I don’t know what the overnight value of jizz is, I just wanted to make sure you weren’t doing anything dangerous.” He smiled, “So, how does it feel?”[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I kinda cocked my head to the side, “What...what do you mean?”[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]“Well, you thought it would be hot to rub it around on your dick, is it? Is it hot to rub around in?” He asked.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I looked down. Nope, still hard. “Actually, I’ve kept myself from cumming a few times already. I didn’t want to waste it. It feels really good.”[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]He glanced back down at my crotch, “You know, I’ve used condoms just about every way you can imagine...never tried jacking off with a used one before. That one’s new to me.” He pushed the towels over slightly, and when he did I noticed he was hard, and trying to hide it.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]“So...are you going to finish and shower? You’re wasting a lot of hot water.” He stood up, adjusted himself and walked out.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I don’t know if it was the anxiety or the adrenalin, but I couldn’t finish jacking myself. Maybe it was because I’d edged too many times, who knows. Somewhat reluctantly, I pulled the condom back off and threw it in the trash. The cum that had been inside left my head glistening.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]The shower done, I used one of the towels Mike had brought in, dried myself thoroughly and sat on the small bench, anxious about how the little discussion had gone.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I walked out of the bathroom, down the hallway to the stairs. The path took me by the open door of Mike’s study.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]“Hey, bud” his voice came from the room, “stop in here real quick.”[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]My heart fell. I didn’t know what he’d say, but I was pretty sure it’d be mortifying.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]His study was a large room that had two large windows and a patio door, leading out to one of two balconies on the third floor. It was furnished with an antique chaise, a desk that was too large to be a reading desk, but too small to be an office desk, several bookcases and an original Bob Ross..which didn’t occur to me at the time to be cool.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]He was sitting in the large, leather desk chair behind the desk. He was nude, facing a TV that was playing a gay porno. This wasn’t what I was expecting.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]“Sit down. On the chaise.” He pointed. Both of the seats in the room faced the TV.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]The action on the screen was your run-of-the-mill 80’s gay porn. Hairy guy 1 with mustache was sucking off hairy guy 2 with mustache. They were enjoying it.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]“So,” Mike continued speaking, his deep timbre trailing off at the end of the vowel, “You said you’ve swallowed cum before. How’d that go?”[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I explained to him the night I lost my virginity to a man, then about the one kid at school the few times we’d done things, then the one guy at the college I was attending. [/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]From where I sat, I couldn’t see his hand on his equipment, just the slow motion of his arm and shoulder. The desk itself was covered on 2 sides...I had briefly seen underneath the desk on my way in.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]He pondered while he watched the movie and slowly moved his arm before he spoke again, “Well, I’d appreciate you not using used condoms to jack off anymore, OK?”[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]After our brief talk, I was sure I’d not be doing that again, “You’ve got it, Mike.” I answered him. Despite the topic of the chat and the environment, my dick was waking up to the movie.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]He continued, “If you really want to get off, come on up here, turn on one of the movies in that cabinet down there, jack off.” He swiveled towards me, “If you want to eat cum, however, we can arrange that too.”[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]Standing up, he walked towards me. Mike was a hair under 6’ tall, at least 200 lbs. His hair was well gone to silver, well, other than his body, which was still mostly brown. [/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I had my first good view of his cock, however. It wasn’t that it was big or small, wide or thin. Think, in your head, about every porno you’ve ever seen. Every picture of every penis. Now think of the circumcised ones. Average them all together, and that’s Mike’s.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]A hair under 7”, as wide as both of your thumbs. The shaft was a few shades lighter, and a shade or two pinker than the skin surrounding it, the head a shade or two darker purple than that. A neat, well done circumcision scar circled it an inch, maybe a bit more down from the shelf of his frenulum. His whole groin was trimmed down to a close stubble, and his scrotum, tight against his body now, was the same color as his shaft, wrinkled like the fruit of a walnut.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]He stopped when he was about a foot away, “You’re a young guy, Joe. Certain rules are going to have to apply” he stroked, slowly, purposefully, “I can’t go after you, actively...you have to come to me, I’m sure it’s illegal no matter what, but I do a lot of illegal shit, and you’re old enough.”[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I looked up at him, wondering what he meant, what he wanted me to do.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]“So, if you want to eat this cum, you have to put your mouth over the end of my dick. Do you understand? I can’t tell you to do it, you have to do it on your own.” Previously, he’d been stroking from his base until his hand went over his head. Now, he stroked the 4” closest to his body, the engorged head completely clear.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I turned on the chaise, lifted myself up and started to put my mouth over his head. “Ah ah…” he said, pulling away, “Today, we’re eating cum. We are NOT sucking cock. Keep your mouth open, right there.”[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]The view must have been something like a baby bird waiting for dinner. Mike wasn’t watching the movie, he was looking down at my face, “Tell me, do you want it? I need to know that you want it.”[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]“I want it.” I said, then opened my mouth back up.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]“Then here it is.” he said calmly. A split second later, as I stared at his slit, it opened and a huge, creamy dollop landed on my tongue, followed by another, then a third, then a dozen or so more.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]When he’d squeezed the last drop or two out of himself, he wiped the tip on my upper lip, “OK, swallow.”[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I did. I could fully taste it now that he’d finished, and his creamy texture was only the tip of the iceberg, it was salty, of course, and as it coated my tongue and throat, there was a sweet undertaste. It was excellent.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]He leaned back against the edge of his desk, placing his hands to either side of his butt, “So, let’s talk a bit deeper, shall we?” He stretched, “How much have you done with guys?”[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I swallowed a few more times, “Well, I’ve sucked a few guys off, and I’ve been fucked once.”[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]“Once, huh?” He smiled, “Continue…”[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]“Not much more,” I felt kind of pathetic, “Just a few times.”[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]He looked straight at me, “Sounds like you need practice.” [/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]And thus started my education. I spent the next 2 years living with Mike 10 months out of the year, during those times, I would go to graduate Magna Cum Laude. However, the talents and skills I learned with Mike are almost as valuable, as they’ve satisfied many a partner since..[/FONT][/COLOR]
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If you're even [B]slightly interested in having me continue, let me know and I will.[/B][/SIZE][/B]

[B][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I figured I'd better start with an introduction..."Hello, I'm Joe, and I'm bi."[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial](Murmured "Hello, Joe" from the uninterested crowd)[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]As someone here might note, my screen name is 'blatant_bi_guy'. That's who/how I am. What that means to me isn't that I drift around with a constant air of bisexuality, what it means is that I'm never afraid to hide it. If I'm asked by anyone, whether it be a complete stranger or a potential boss, I'll tell them straight out.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]But first I'd say, "It's none of your business".[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I hear an awful lot about bisexual erasure now and again. I hear an awful lot about how, in general, the public is less accepting about bisexuals now more than ever...men more than women.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]What bothers me about the whole thing is the necessity for exposure. A comedian (I forget which...may have been the Onion) mentioned that a recent gay pride parade pushed gay acceptance back 20 years. I get this feeling that a lot of that is part of the issue here. When the topic of my sexuality comes up with someone who doesn't know how I'm wired to begin with, I first assess how worthwhile it will be for that person to know. What are they going to use that information for? Most of the time, it comes with a judgement call.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I knew back when I was about 12 years old I saw things a bit different than the other boys. I was taught that Y is attracted to X, and X to Y, and that's how it is. Being in Western South Dakota didn't help much either...the culture there was either religious or bigot, or a combination thereof. I knew I liked boys and girls before I even knew that there was a word for it. And when I first heard the definition, it felt like it fit...better, it felt like I wasn't the only one in the world. The first person I told was my best friend at the time (we were 14), a girl. [/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]Well, it went all over the school in about 20 seconds. Insults, slurs...even if I DID like girls, the whole 'faggot' term got thrown around like mad. Granted, it was just the kids that were doing it...back then, it was sort of...against the rules to bring adults in. [/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]The first few years were mortifying. I endured a few hellish months, but then it blew over. Yeah, I'd let it bother me...a lot. But even these closed-minded folks really didn't care after the initial shock. When it was over, guys would give me shit in the locker rooms, girls would give me shit about the guys, but it was more of a dig at someone rather than kids being vicious...they'd got the viciousness out of their systems.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]But through all that, I didn't ever deny it. I just accepted that this was what came with the territory...some folks are just too narrow-minded.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I went away to school when I was 15, bound and determined to be closeted. I felt like that was what most men did, kept it bottled up. Until I met Mike.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]He was the man who owned the rooming house I stayed in, a big, beautiful Queen Anne. One night, coming home from a late cramming session, I caught him screwing a male grad student from the college we both attended (yeah, I started college at 15). [/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I’d had my suspicions from the moment I met him, but watching him rail the grad student on a chaise in his “Music Room” kind of put the last nail in the thought. They hadn’t seen me walk by (the frosted-glass french doors were behind them) but to this day, the vision is squarely in my mind.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]Nothing much else happened for a week or two. One Saturday night, just after finals, things changed.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I’d been trying to build up the courage to ask him something...anything, really. Not even sexual. It just fascinated me that I’d gone from just seeing him as an older gentleman to seeing him as something sexual, and that fascination scared me.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]This particular Saturday, there had been a 5k marathon on campus, and I’d participated with gusto. I knew, being 15 that there wasn’t a single girl on campus that found me in the least bit noticeable, so I’d just done it to participate in something. My age kept me from any physical extracurricular, and I didn’t have many friends.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I came back to the house, ready to take a shower and sluice the grime off myself. However, the communal bathroom on the 2nd floor was locked, with the shower already running. One of the other housemates, an undergrad named Len’s voice said, “Occupied!”.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I went back downstairs, to find Mike in the kitchen. I stood there, in my shorts, t-shirt and sweat and made small talk with him for a little while, again, still fascinated in my mind by the view of his thick, hairy legs and butt with it’s back-and-forth movement.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]“You can use the shower on the 3rd floor, if you want.” He said, “There’s a water heater for every floor, so Len won’t use all the water.”[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]Following that advice, I went into my room and grabbed some clothes, my shower bag and headed upstairs. I’d only been up to the floor he took as his own once, to drop off three month’s rent.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]His bathroom was almost twice as large as the one on the first floor, a large clawfoot tub in one corner, a shower stall in the other, with a toilet and vanity on the facing wall. [/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I sat my clothes down on the sink, and in doing so, saw something down in the trash. [/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]Reaching down, I pulled it out, gingerly, and laid it on the sink. It was a condom. [/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]The lubricant outside was still slick. Inside, a huge amount (to my inexperienced eyes) of viscous semen lay near the tip, but trickled slowly towards the small amount of still-rolled latex at the end.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]In 1987, for a 15 year old, there wasn’t a lot of pornographic outlets. No internet. No big brothers to get me skin mags or vhs tapes. My only material at that point was a Hustler from ‘85, that I’d almost rubbed ink off I went through it so often.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]So the evidence of sex, of actual sex, here in front of me, made me instantaneously rock hard. I had a filthy idea, and decided I was going to jerk off using that thought.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I walked over to the shower with the condom in hand and turned on the water. Standing outside the door, I pulled the latex over my dick, pulling it down until the semen inside was surrounding my head.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]And then I started to rub. The slickness of the condom and cum was exhilarating. I’d had a few sexual experiences before, but my ignorance of the basics, lack of regular outlets and without anywhere to actually buy any without intense scrutiny led to not using them.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]The whole sensation was new, and new usually meant that I was ready to pop in a second. This time I edged myself close, then backed off. Edged, then backed off.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I wasn’t sure what my next opportunity to feel this would be, and I wanted to relish it. Which was probably my mistake. I should have wanted to get off.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]The door to the shower was angled in such a way that all the noise from inside went directly into your head, and was within sight of the door to the bathroom. Which was why I didn’t hear the door open.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I have no idea how long he was standing there. Later, he would say, “Oh, a few minutes.” All I heard was someone clearing his throat.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]My body twisted toward the shower. My head glared at the door.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]Mike was standing there with several towels. He was looking me straight in the eye with an, “I caught you” grin on his face, “What’re you up to, bud?”[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]It was probable that my entire body was one big red embarrassment. But my hand was still on my dick, my dick was still in someone else’s cum-filled condom, and it was still painfully hard.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]Mike walked over to a low bench that sat between the clawfoot tub and the shower, sat the towels down and looked down at my equipment. [/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]“Is that...is that the condom out of the trash?” He asked.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]“Why lie?” I thought to myself. At this point, he could just walk over there. “Yeah, it is.”[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]He shook his head, “What would possess you to put on my condom?”[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]...Go to Part II[/COLOR][SIZE=3][/SIZE]
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I really thought this would be the website where I could meet people for some NSA fun???? I have not been able to find a single soul that is willing to meet. I think my profile is pretty decent, I am a decent human being, and I love bi sex..... What more of a requirement is needed to meet some like minded people???

Today I got to finally get my mouth on a cock....have to say it was pretty amazing.....feeling it grow in my mouth was very nice....grabbing his ass and going deep was natural for me...I hope to get some feed back from this post. I would really like to talk about this first time for me....and hope many more to cum! It was such a joy to finally try this after thinking about it so so long....and trying for so long. Finally able to get one in my mouth and it felt great!:bigrin::suave:

[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3][COLOR=#000000]Prior to being married I identified as bisexual, but since then I’m increasingly only attracted to men though I am married to a woman. My attraction is more physical, emotional and sensual than exclusively sexual.
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3][COLOR=#000000]Around age 10 I fantasized about sex with men and I had my first homosexual experience with my older cousin at age 13. I assumed I was gay through high school then dated women as it seemed much easier to hide my attraction to men through my 20’s. But fought it thinking it was a phase that I’d grow out of: I didn’t grow out of it. In my early 30’s I had a loving affair with a gay man and came out as gay to my close friends, despite being married to a woman.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3][COLOR=#000000]Although, I can recognize an attractive woman and have a loving relationship with my wife I’m not sexually attracted to women, only men. Now I exclusively identify as homosexual. I’d say with pretty certain confidence that my sexuality is fixed and quite sure my homosexual desires were innate. I don’t relate to those who suggest it’s the person you fall in love with, not their gender. To me falling in love involves sexual attraction and for me that is only ever going to be with men.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3][COLOR=#000000]Kinsey Rating: Six[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]

The Ball
by void()
Sun 06 Sep 2015 09:10:13 EDT


It was his first time in her chambers. First too was seeing her, the
Lady of the house. On her torso she wore a bodice which tied up the
front. He counted that laces crossed sixty-eight times.

"I asked if you were slow in the head, or merely lost in seeing the
mistress", she chided. Her face turned away from his eyes now. He
lowered himself to his knees. "Hurry, I need dressed for the ball.
Better ensure I look ever ravishing lest you get punished", she said.

He stood and went to her with some expediency. His fingers decided on
a holiday as he was unlacing the bodice. "Crack", sounded the cat o'
nines on his bare arse. He drew himself inward and to full attention.
"Apologies, mistress I seem to be a bit nervous under pressure", he
said. The nines rested under his chin and guided him to look at her, in
the eyes.

"Relax", she said, sensing the further anxiety her gesture wrought. "The
ball is four hours away. I'm sure you'll be right enough as a consort
by then", her voice betrayed the poker face she wore. He looked away,
reached over and began unlacing her again. For now it seemed to be
easier making his fingers concentrate on the task at hand.

She meanwhile has other plans. Her hands have found a masculine shirt
upon her bed. "Guess the Master won't mind if you wear this tonight.
Beware, it is one of his favorite tunics", she says while giving it a
little toss in his direction.

As if from nowhere and everywhere at once he feels the searing hot brush
of masculinity behind himself. The cock wielding the man is rock solid
with veins akin to oak bark. A huge and rough hand cups his chest as the
tip of the cock enters his anus. He shudders feeling her taking his own
in her hand, the other hand cupping his balls and gently stroking them,

The cock slowly plunges itself deeper into him. The hand cupping his
chest moves up, cupping and smothering the gasp from his mouth. Heat
berates the side of his neck, breath like a blast furnace. A gentle
tongue licks the side of his face. "Miss your Master, I hear", a deep
gruff voice whispers. The cock is thrust hard nearly impaling him all
the way through, his body is wracked with ecstasy and has no breath.

"Yes, Master", he finally manages to pant out in a soft whisper. She has
gone to her knees before him, taking his cock in her mouth and playfully
swirling it with her tongue.His Master's cock rests, the Master letting
him encompass and feel it all.

Then, no warning the Master draws outward, begins slowly thrusting in
rhythm with the Mistress' teasing of his own cock. He tries to move, to
bend over, to reach for the bed. Master and Mistress have him
though and he is firmly bound where they want him.

"Do you not need fucked, bitch", his Master whispers in his ear. The
Master's voice reminding him of leather covering glass scraped with
razor wire. His back arches as the Mistress deep-throats him and Master
drives into him nearly furiously, now. "You're going to pay to be her
consort, are you not", the voice calls.

"Yes, yes, yes, Master! Ride me so hard for my servicing her", he gasps
and manages to pant out. The Master's right hand cups his buttock,
raises and begins slapping it. He nearly faints from the heady rush of
pleasure. Master has realized this and shoves a finger from his left
hand into his mouth. The finger has a few drops of cold water on it. He
licks them off and helps himself avoid collapse.

Mistress sucks the head of his cock now. He feels the pressure building
in and around himself. Master reaches down to Mistress, taking her by
the hand, she stands facing him. "My master's little bitch are you", she
asks just before her hand strikes his face loudly. "You could not fuck
him half as well I do", she yells in his face.

She reaches into a drawer of the night stand by the bed. Her hands
bring out a set of butt plugs. "Maybe we ought to seal you up, huh",
she asks. She takes out one butt plug, a smaller one, she then lubes it
and inserts it into her own anus. Taking his cock in hand she gradually
mounts it and begins thrusting and gyrating in time with Master. He
looks at her eyes, her hand slaps his face hard. "Bitch, you were told",
she shouts. He lowers his eyes to look at her perky tits.

"Fuck her but good my love", the husky voice chides into his ear. "MMM,
you're so tight baby. No wonder I love fucking you above that Adam in
the kitchen", the voice says. "I want to stay in you", Master says as
his cock begins to throb deep inside him.

"You should, both of us should", Mistress chimes in. Her head reels back
as she too begins to cusp him tighter with her pussy. "Uhh, oh yes. See
now, you're such a good little bitch for us. How could we ever see you
go", she asks. "Yes, we'll ride him hard and put him up wet and broken,
lest he break us, ugh mmmm", she cries out as the waves of pleasure of
an orgasm overtake her.

"Ugh! MMMM", Master moans as he explodes inside him. He quivers in their
arms as his cock and ass both orgasm. He has in fact missed them both,
very much so. Flashes of memory blend with the splendor filling him. He
is now home again, at last. "Good thing you showed up for this ball",
Master whispers near breathless. "It was getting so blue because she
just can't bust it like you", Master says. All three of them now lay
collapsed and entangled on the floor, chuckling.

Well, last night became my second time with a couple. I must say that it was even better than the first and the lady loved watching him and me and that of course made it hotter.

[QUOTE=boyfox;294066][FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Calibri]I'm totally into men after I began noticing that I was increasing getting more emotional with men during sexual intimacy and experiencing feelings of love with a man after dating him a few times. [/FONT]
While I felt not so much with women as I couldn’t stay hard when fucking them. I would get in and I wouldn’t feel anything, no intimacy and feel myself softening up as compared to with guys I felt I would never stop orgasming. [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]

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