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    Bi-Sexual Male / 46

    I certainly do not know where this came from, all I know is when it started. I was in Hong Kong on business, dead tired from the flight and just wanting a little supper and then to bed. It was in the coffee shop at the hotel when this other traveler suggested that we keep each other company and we had our dinner together. He was much more talkative than I was and he offered to take me to this bar where there was Karaoke, he said it was fun watching these Chinese pretend to be American artist.

    The place was crowded, 95% Chinese and the singing was loud and bad and sometimes good, and the crowd was enthusiastic, and one after another was pushed on stage. I hadn't noticed but then I moved my hand and I realized he had his hand on mine and was holding it. I feeling of whatever went over me from head to toe, do I move my hand and break his focus? Do I just sit there? When we left he was very talkative and when we got back to the hotel he asked if he could come up to my room for a nightcap. He of course knew what he was doing and the nightcap turned into a battle to let him suck me and after he sucked me to have me suck him which I surrendered to but I did suck him. We ended up naked on the bed, he offered to pleas me but I just couldn't go that far, it was bad enough that we were both naked and I had sucked his cock. He then gave me the bill, 200 Honk Kong dollars for the night out.

    The memories of that night, the feelings that I know had just wouldn't quiet down. I met a man at a Pizza Parlor and he talked me into going with him and I sucked his cock, this time without being forced. I told him how much of a novice I was and he took it in stride and let me suck on his cock until he needed to do something with it and I succumbed to having anal sex with him. After that I was more and more turned on by it, checking out the man at the post office, the man in the checkout line, the man sitting alone at the mall food court. I sent body messages but nothing clicked. I found out by trial and error that hanging out at the Denny's counter late at night brought out some men who were looking and that is where I hooked up, back to their motel room beside the Denny's and I was able to succumb to my desires. But all this was hit and miss, I needed something regular, a place where I could go and hook up.

    The internet was new and my outlet continued being the Denny's with men driving through and one night the cook asked me if I ever went to this bar, which was down the freeway about ten miles. I should go he said, I might find it interesting. I went to my first gay bar. I didn't know the protocols so I waited to be propositioned which didn't happen, I was too old it seemed, all the young guys were hooking up but not me. I went back to the Denny's and hooked up that night right away. I found out that the night cook was the one sending men my way.

    I am retired and moved to where the winters aren't so cold and I found a small grill where you can sit and wait for a fly to come and sit beside you and start up a conversation. I know what to say now and I can 'see' much better now and hardly ever make a mistake. Most of the customers there are down for a couple of weeks and some come looking for my sort of company. I stay connected and my friend at the door sends men my way if he thinks they are my type. I reward him with nice gifts.

    #45539 — Comments (3) — Aug 2, 2019 at 11:01 AM — That's Juicy! (7) Remove It.
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    Bi-Sexual Male / 43

    When my wife and I visit the Caribbean two to three times a year, we always have our own individual fun. In other words, my wife fucks who she wishes and I more often then not have Michael and his friend Jazz fuck me for the ten days we're there.

    On the odd occasion they're not around (Usually with a local dignitary), I'll book one of the many younger gay escorts they know, and have them take care of my anal needs. However both Michael and Jazz have only failed to entertain me twice in the fifteen years we've been travelling over to their island.

    Both men are now in their early fifties, but you'd not know that by looking at the very fit looking black athletic men. And their cocks are fucking awesome believe me.

    Because of my investments I have a healthy bank balance, and having my own businesses it allows me take the time off when I need it to recharge my gay batteries.

    My wife has always known about my gay needs and has often watched me being fucked. She still does watch every now and then. But more often than not, my stunningly beautiful blonde younger wife is being fucked by young studs who find her ultra attractive.

    At home we're a true couple and never stray. We know the boundaries and keep our relationship fixed tight that way. I'm not short sided in the cock department myself and love to fuck my wife, yet I also love being drilled by a hard black cock. It also helps I'm more into older men fucking me too. Something I got from a relatively short, but very revealing stay in jail when I was in my early twenties. That's another confession and probably one I should state in far more detail, as I possibly should have done with this.

    #45523 — Comments (1) — Aug 1, 2019 at 9:36 AM — That's Juicy! (12) Remove It.
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    Bi-Sexual Male / 21

    When I was 16 a had my first encounter sexually, I was just finishing high school and had just started community college. I was quite geeky, skinny but fit and I started using the gym at the college before class.

    Well the second week I was there I noticed a guy (one of the instructors/gym/ college staff so he was about 35/40 years old) who was watching me like staring at me like how I would stare at girls almost. Well i finished up and went into the changing rooms/shower areas it was early before class so it was empty.

    I started showering next thing I know I felt someone grab my butt from behind me, I turned and it was him I dunno what happened but that submissive side of me came out and he started playing with me, pushed me down on my knees I knew exactly what I had to do, I sucked his dick which was my first time but I apparently did a good job as he enjoyed it, he got me up licked my butt for a few mins and sucked my balls and dick a little.


    A nd then it happened, he pushed me up against the wall and took me there and then, he fucked me nice and slow at first as it really hurt, but once I got past the pain he picked up the haste, he went for 25 mins straight taking me he came inside a left next his number.... I turned up a little late for my lesson it was leaking out of me for the whole day!

    It was after this where I really started exploring with my sexuality and I now see men and women on and off so I'm happy, who knew that one gym instructor could turn me into such a little slut.

    #45522 — Comments (1) — Aug 1, 2019 at 6:41 AM — That's Juicy! (12) Remove It.
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    Bi-Sexual Male / 18

    I just got back into my moms house, I was supposedly at the library getting ready for school to start. Really I was at a 40 year old mans house getting fucked 10 times by 4 different guys. I also sucked all their cocks 3 depositing loads in my mouth. I did not go to the toilet while I was getting fucked, part way home a bunch just came out all over my underwear and into my jeans. I went to the toilet to get rid of the rest when I got here, and tried to clean up the mess but there was too much. I have the jeans and underwear in a plastic bag and will throw them away. I can't risk anyone catching me with them or seeing what is in them.

    The 40 year old fucked me for the first time about 4 months ago when I was still 17 and now he's let his friends fuck me from about 3pm till 6pm. I'm a mess, I'm gaping open, I'm leaking, I love this feeling.

    #45516 — Comments (1) — Jul 31, 2019 at 7:10 PM — That's Juicy! (23) Remove It.
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    Bi-Sexual Male / 52

    When i was a freshman in undergrad, i used to play pick up basketball at the I-M building which was a few blocks away from South Quad where I lived. I was pretty much a hack, although I was a decent rebounder and played intense defense around the basket. My dribbling was awful and my shooting was almost as bad. Anyway, I loved playing basketball and this gave me an opportunity to keep the weight off. The I-M building had a track, weightlifting equipment, a swimming pool, handball and racquetball courts and catered to a wide variety of ages from college kids up to guys in their 70's and olde. I would be there 2-3 times on weekdays and at least once on the weekends. I enjoyed the competition and the camaraderie. The regulars were assigned lockers and I'd keep a few jock straps, basketball shorts, a pair of black hightop Chucks, and t-shirts and a spare Voit basketball in the locker.

    There was an old-timer by the name of Dave who had the locker across from mine. He was a regular at the gym, either swimming or playing racquetball. Dave was tall and thin, wore black rimmed glasses and had a mane of white hair. He wasn't very talkative and we never really had any conversations to speak of. Dave would stip off his swimming trunks or his jockstrap and shorts, slip his feet into aa pair of rubber shower sandals and slowly shuffle his way to the communal showers. The thing that stood out about Dave was the size of his cock. Dave had a true horse cock, one that dangled between his legs as he shuffled about. The damn thing hung so low that I often wondered where the hell he stuffed it into his shorts or trunks.

    The first time I saw him naked, I stared at it. I'd never seen anything quite like it. His balls were low hangers and would swing and sway from side t side as he walked around. Coming back out of the shower Dave's whole body would turn a rosy pink from the heat of the nozzle sprayed showesrs. The hair on his chest and groin was curly and white.

    I'd never had sex, never been intimate, never past the kissing stage, and precious few kisses. I'd never thought about gay sex other than to think it was some sort f perversion. There were a few gays and a pair of lesbians in our dorm, but they pretty much kept to themselves.

    A couple of times I would be sitting on the bench by my locker, exhausted from basketball, waiting to catch my breath long enough to hit the showers and then walk back to the dorm, when Dave would walk in from swimming, shuck his bathing trunks, and brush against me as he padded off to the showers. The first time i ignored the contact thinking it was accidental, but the second time, i felt the length of his flaccid members brush against my shoulder and then slide across it. This was no accident. I stared at him as he walked off to the showers. and watched him turn his head back towards me and smile. I'd never seen Dave smile before. I couldn't figure out what kind of game he was playing. The only thing I knew for sure that when he looked back at me and smiled, my dick stiffened until it slapped up against my stomach. Fuck! What was this about?

    Within a few minutes, dave was shuffling his way back to his locker. Me? I was still sitting there on the bench, naked, trying to hide my erection. Dave smiled at me. "Aren't you going to take a shower?" he asked. "Yeah, just catching my breath. I really got winded today," I replied. Dave looksd about but w were alone in this row of lockers. "Looks like you are excited to see me," lifting his long foot and pointing it aat my erection. I tried to laugh it off, "Just a case of blue balls, I guess," I said as he continued to stare at me. "I know all about blu balls," he said, adding, "I lost my wife almost six years ago." I shook my head, "I'm sorry to hear that." I didn't know what else to say. "It's a lonely existence," he said, adding, "There's not much demand for a 72 year-old retied widower." I could only think, if those old biddies knew what you have packed in your shorts, they would be lined around your house six deep. "If you want, you could come over to my place for dinner," he said. "I'm a pretty good cook and it's got to beat that dorm food all to hell." He definitely had that right. What could I say. "Okay. Sure. Just let me take a shower first. Where do you live?" He smiled again. "University Towers," a very swanky apartment building frequented by professionals. It was a couple of miles from the I-M building. "I've got a car, I'll drive you," he said. "Okay," I agreed. I stood up and my erection was still pointing up to the rafters. "Healthy young man," he said staring at my erection. "Looks like you're pretty healthy yourself," I replied pointing at his horse cock. He giggled. "So I've benn told."

    By the time I got back from the showers, he had dressed. I dried off with on of the I-M building's towels, and quickly dressed as he stood and made small talk. I then followed him out to his car, a Volkswagen Rabbit. He started it, placed it in gear and then drove off to his apartment building. His apartment was on the twelfth floor and had a panoramic view of Ann Arbor. The tangerine sun was setting in a wash of pink and purple clouds. As I took in th view, Dave posed us glasses of chilled Reisling wine and we had a few glasses just shooting the shti. Finally, he asked me, "Have you ever been with a man before?" I shook my head no. "Well, f you are hungry, I will cook something up, but if you'd rather. . ." his voice trailed off as he nodded toward the bedroom. I slowly stood up and said, "Well, I guess it's now or never," then let him lead me to his bedroom.

    It was very elegant. Satin sheets, Geometric bedspread with turquoise, violet and black shapes. He slowly undressed. I followed his lead, neatly folding my clothes as he had his. Soon we were both naked. He pulled back the bedspread and we both slid into bed under th satin sheets. "Any regrets?" he asked. "No. None yet." He laughed at that. "I guess my question was a bit premature." He reached for me under the sheets and I felt his bony hand grasp my already fully erect penis. I'd never had anyone touch me there before, although I'd jerked off thousands of times. The sensation of his hand grasping me was incredible. I reached out and grasped his still flaccid tool. "It takes me some time to get hard. I hope you don't mind." "No, not at all," I responded. "Sucking it will make it grow hard faster," he suggested. I pulled back the sheets, and lowred my mouth to the purplish head of his circumsized cock, and slipped my lips around his cock haad, and began sucking it. His cock responds to the sensation of my lips and mouth and tongue, slowly lengthening, stiffening as it grew inside my mouth. I worked my way up and down his cock and pretty soon, his cock became first semi-hard and then fully hard, a massive slab of meat filling my mouth and extending back against the back of my throat before slipping down into my throat gagging me, and even then I had only half his massive cock in my mouth. As I continued to suck him, he began moaning in anticipation, and the as he grew close, he placed th palms of his hands on the back of my head and began fucking my mouth in earnest. His moans became grunts and then he gasped and i felt his erection spasm and my mouth filled with a thick musky foul tasting gruel of semen, gobs of it, a seemingly endless flood of his seed, which I attempted to swallow.

    Dave lay back, breathing hard. He turned and smiled at me. "Pretty good job fo a first timer," he said. I still had a mouthful of his spunk in my mouth, with streaks of it on my cheeks, my chest, and strands of it in my hair. I shifted on my side. He smiled at me. "Well how was it?" I assured him that it had been great. He points at my rock hard cock and said, "Give me a minute and I will help relieve that hard-on. In a few moments, he pushed me onto my back and began licking and sucking my balls, slowly working his tongue lower and lower until he was bathing my anus with his tongue, before swallowing my cock and sucking it to an explosive orgasm. After I came, he asked me whether or not I wanted him to fuck me. I couldn't bring myself to admit it, but I nodded and he reached over to his nightstand fo a tube of KY jelly, dipped two fingers into the gel before slowly working his fingers into my anus and up past the sphincter. I felt his long bony fingers penetrate me and then reaching deeper and deeper inside my rectum. He then withdrew his fingers and I could feel the thick head of his cock at my anal opening inexorably pushing against t, until I felt my anus opening, my sphincter giving as his penise penetrated me deeper and deep. I was laying on my left side with my right knee bent and extended to allow him create access as he has instructed me to do. As his penis pushed deeper inside of me I felt a collage of sensations: a burning, searing pain, mixed with a growing sensation of pleasure. Once the entire length of his monster was inside of me, Dave began fucking me and soon the fiery pain gave way to ecstasy, a feeling of fulfillment, satisfaction. I heard myself moaning and grunting as he fucked me taste and deep and harder, and then the grunts became more animalistic, more feral as I felt myself humming as I'd neve cum before. The orgasmm was not only in the head of my cock, but in the sphincter ring of my asshole. I felt him shooting his sperm deep inside of my rectum, coating the fiery walls of my rectum, before feeling Dave's cock slowly withdraw from me, making me feel somehow empty, but fulfilled.

    We showered together and I kneeled at his feet in the shower and sucked his cock again as the wate streamed down on me. We dried each other off, and he dressed in a plush teri cloth robe, as I sat naked as he prepared a delicious French dinner. We dined drinking a few more glasses of a merlot before I suggested that I had better get going. "Don't be silly," he said, "You'll spend the night in bed with me." And so I did, but we got precious little sleep, and he fucked me again and again, filling me with streams of his thick white cream. When I did leave the following morning, I walked bowlegged all the way back to my dorm. I was too exhausted to make my morning classes. I slept until the afternoon and awoke to the telephone ringing. It was Dave. He was wondering if I was up for another home cooked meal. I laughed at that, knowing that the dinner would be composed of his mammoth cock filling me with gobs of his never-ending cum. After that, I moved in with Dave. Over the course of the next several years, i shared his bed and we shared life together. It wasn't the life that I'd envisioned, but the again, I never viewed homosexuality as a perversion.

    Dave's health began failing a few years after we met. He had a bad ticker, and he would suffer spells of cardiac syncope where he would zonk out, collapse, seemingly dead. The first time, I was afraid he'd died, but he soon came to. This happened again and again. We sought out medical treatments but there was very little the doctors could offer to him.

    On the last evening of his life, I sucked Dave to orgasm and then we fell asleep with him fucking me. When I awoke in the predawn darkness, I could feel him still deep inside me. "Dave? Dave?" no response. I reached back to shake him awake, "Dave!" but there was no answer, and there never would be. He had died fucking me and his cock was still stiff inside me hours after he'd succumbed to his cardiac disease. I disengaged trom him and made the necessary phone calls, with Dave's naked body, turning darker and darker shades of ochre, before the EMT's and ultimately the medical examiner showed up and questioned me before declaring Dave dead, placing his body, cock now dark and dusky yet fully erect, obscenely tenting the blanket thy'd placed one him before hauling him away.

    I've been with many men and a few women since Dave, but have neve enjoyed the intensity of the orgasms he gave me just fucking my ass. I will always yearn for his touch, and will always have an emptiness in my heart, and in my rectum which no one else can eve fill.

    #45510 — Comments (0) — Jul 30, 2019 at 10:45 PM — That's Juicy! (13) Remove It.
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    Gay Male / 24

    I had to pee, so he says he does too. We stand on the porch, and pee into the bushes. The moon was out, the air was cool and we stood there with our dicks out. He says let me touch it, he touches and grabs it and says "nice". He says let me suck your dick and he does. Out there on the porch in the moonlight in the cool air. Let's go to my room he says. In his room he sucks my dick, really sucks it, he really likes it and I like it and I suck his dick. We end up on the bed, he is getting anxious, he is getting me to turn around, from the drawer in the dresser he gets lube and has me get into the dog position. His dick goes in and I know why I'm gay.

    #45503 — Comments (0) — Jul 30, 2019 at 2:31 PM — That's Juicy! (8) Remove It.
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    Bi-Sexual Male / 26

    At the time I was homeless due to step father problems, and was surviving on the streets of a city I didn't know.
    Too many people see homelessness as a life choice, but for many it's not. It's what it is at that time of a persons life. And there is nothing they can do in a practical way to stop themselves from living among the destitute.
    My luck came in the way of a business man who wanted directions. Instead of just pointing the way to him, I took him on the fifteen minute walk to his meeting and we chatted as we walked. Letting him know of my circumstances, and how I ended up alone in a city I'd never been in before, he asked me if I'd like to go for lunch as he handed me a ten pound note. Giving him the money back, I said to him, lunch would be fine.
    Two hours later I was sat in a cafe with him, eating hot food for the first time in days. Again we talked and he couldn't get his head around the fact I'd refused money. When I told him I'd rather have a roof over my head, he looked guilty then made me an offer.
    Look I'm no fool, so I already knew with his glances at me and the way he spoke, he saw me as a sexual being. I was eighteen years old, slim and some would say, cute looking. I'd already been beaten up twice, once badly. So having him offer me a place to sleep in his working week flat, I knew there was going to be a physical/sexual cost.
    Christ the reason I'd left my mother with the man she so dearly loved, was he'd forced his cock down my throat and had me suck him off. I tried to tell my mum, but she was more interested in the alcohol he'd just bought, so I walked out and the rest is as they say, you know.
    The flat was practically bare apart from one large sofa, some books on an old coffee table. There was an unmade double bed in the back bedroom, with one bedside cabinet and lamp. The kitchen had a kettle, some cups and a fridge with absolutely no food in it. He ate out all week he told me, and had his wife cooking from Friday night on wards.
    Using the bathroom which was stocked with shampoo, soap and a face cloth, plus strangely, ten matching towels, I got myself clean for the first time in weeks. When I walked back into the lounge area, he was naked, fully erect and slowly stroking his very large cock.
    There was no barrier, no stopping me and I could have walked out there and then. Yet I knew I wanted looking after. I knew I wanted safety and the possibility of food and drink. Looking up at me, he told me he'd ordered Chinese and soft drinks. As I went to speak, he said "It's your choice. Stay one night and eat with me, and that's it. Or stay as long as you like and suck this".
    I already knew what my choice was and knelt in between his legs as he sat on his sofa. Taking hold of his thick cock shaft, I jacked it a few times and then opened my mouth. As you already know, it wasn't my first taste of cock, but it was my first willing taste of cock. And I found the whole experience over the next hour, to be one of pleasure and a definite surprising nature. I say this because I absolutely loved the taste of his cum as he filled my mouth twice with his love juice.
    Although it was my first experience from a willing point of view, I knew I could handle his size, as I'd taken my step fathers cock, albeit forced, which is about the same size, more or less.
    Over that hour I learned about every single inch of his cock and marveled at how firm yet silky it felt in my mouth. How wonderful it was to hear him moan with pleasure as my mouth, lips and tongue worshiped his manhood.
    When he orgasmed the first time, it was a total surprise and I found his cum leaking from my mouth. He'd cum so much I had trouble with his cock in my mouth, swallowing it all down. Licking and sucking on his cock afterwards, he settled back on the sofa and I lay across him sucking all along his softening penis. It didn't take his cock too long to rise and then for what seemed like forever, he practically fucked my mouth.
    The second time he came, I was ready for it and moved slightly back. That allowed me to feel his cock spurt and also for me to breath and swallow at the same time.
    That night I slept in the same bed as him and woke up to the feeling of a hard cock nudging my backside. I knew he wanted to fuck me, but he was a gent and told me he'd only slide it up my arse, if I wanted to try it.
    Two days later after sucking on his cock each evening, I got into the shower with him, spread my legs and loved how he tongued my rear hole. His cock was already ragingly hard and I felt it pressing against my arsehole as I stood facing the shower wall. Then with his hands holding my hips, his cock entered me and I knew then, I was his.
    There isn't a true way to explain how it felt that first time. Yes it hurt and yes we had to stop every now and then at the start, for me to get used to his cock deep inside of me. But we both gritted our teeth and my arsehole eventually gave way. His cock slid all the way in and from then on, it was only the purest of pleasures that flowed throughout my entire body. With each thrust of his cock deep up my arse, it just got better and better. And soon i was backing onto him, making him fuck me harder and harder.
    Asking me after some considerable time if he could cum in me, I screamed at him not to pull out, but to give me his love juice.
    He came like a freight train with absolutely no chance of stopping him, and I could feel every spurt hitting the inside walls of my arsehole. As his jerks slowed down, he reached around and began to toss me off. With his cock still very much inside of me, and his hand moving so quickly wanking my cock, I came and leaned back into him. That forced his still rigid cock deeper, which in turn made my orgasm all the more intense.
    The following evening, as soon as he got in from his office, he fucked me as I leaned over the kitchen sink. It was spontaneous and it was completely amazing. After he came inside of my arse, I thought that was it, but my saviour had other ideas. Turning me around, he sank down and sucked in my cock. it was the first time he'd given me head and as he told me later on, fucking me in bed "It's the first time I've sucked cock".
    And so our relationship built.
    He's fifty six next month, I'm twenty six. It's been eight years since my days on the streets of a very busy city. We're still very much an item, but an item in which his wife now knows about me. Indeed I've met her many many times now and she sometimes stays over in our flat. It's a new flat which I own half of. I work for my lover and we're so happy together. He still goes home at the weekends and I know he's having sex with his wife when he's there. We don't mess about, either of us. And we make sure through tests every now and then (His wife I think) that we're free to play bareback.
    Life is difficult and can be very dangerous. It's men like my lover and friend who make the difference sometimes, and I'm so grateful to him for everything.
    Oh, one more thing before I go. My mother found her husband in bed with a guy their age. He was I believe, being fucked at the time. Strange how things work out, isn't it.

    #45496 — Comments (1) — Jul 30, 2019 at 7:43 AM — That's Juicy! (14) Remove It.
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    Bi-Sexual Male / 38

    This time last year I was in a park during my lunch break from work. It was hot and I was lay there in the shade under a tree. I must have fallen asleep, as I awoke with a warm wet feeling around my cock. Looking down I saw the top of a young mans head and he was sucking me off. This is when I would have expected myself to hit him, or at least push him off. I did neither and allowed him to carry on sucking my cock. When I came holding his head firmly, he didn't try to lift off, but swallowed every single drop. Finally lifting his head, I saw the young man was someone I'd seen before many many times. I should have, as it's my wife's oldest sisters son, Alex.
    Since then Alex and I have become what some would call lovers, yet we call it occasional sex partners. If and when we've got time and a place to have sex, I have him blow me, then I fuck the seventeen year old as hard as he can take it. It works for us and I get to have all the sex I need and want. As for Alex, he's moving soon with his mum. And they're moving three doors down from where I live with his aunt. Can't wait.

    #45491 — Comments (0) — Jul 29, 2019 at 3:43 PM — That's Juicy! (12) Remove It.
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    Gay Male / 29

    I went to a Military School for High School and went to an Academy for my degree. I was commissioned and spent the next four years repaying my debt to the Academy. I ticked all the squares, except for one. I happen to prefer sleeping with other men. I am not a top or a bottom, I am ambivalent to the role, I can fuck or be fucked, suck or be sucked, as long as the man is willing.

    I resigned my commission because I sucked a man from the other side. I did not know he was from the other side, I just knew that he liked to fuck and liked having his cock sucked and he was more manly that just about any man I had ever met. What I did was wrong, a big mistake wrong, but still wrong. When I found out I asked for a transfer and got out.

    Now that I am out of the military and walking the civilian walk I found a man of the same origin, I don't know why I am so attracted to them. Their skin, their hairy bodies, their jet black hair and beards, their thick dark cocks. They fuck like they mean it and I suck like I mean it. They don't do much caressing or kissing, they just want my white ass and white cock and all I want is their dark ass and their dark cock. I haven't sucked a white man since I was deployed.

    #45487 — Comments (0) — Jul 29, 2019 at 2:26 PM — That's Juicy! (7) Remove It.
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    Bi-Sexual Male / 47

    I had been talking with a sub, married male online for about a year and a half. He sent me pics of himself, his naked wife. He would even write things on her, including my name and that she was my cock whore. He was very sub and would do what I wanted. He wanted an in person meeting and wanted my cock up his ass, but he wanted it forced while tied up. I don't mind a good r**e fantasy, my wife and I did it many times through the years, usually when in the mood she would wear on her own, or I would suggest a pair of her oldest panties which I ripped off her before r****g her. I'd had sex with men before, always top with 2 rare, and rather painful exceptions.


    I had this guy doing anything I wanted and taking pictures to prove it. He was wearing womens panties, kotex, tampons and finally I got him to admit that he'd actually been fucked with rubbers by guys 5 times. 3 times with 1 guy and each of the other two were 1 timers. So three cocks, 5 fucks. One was a husband and wife domme couple and she watched while her husband fucked him. He even had pictures that the wife took while her husband, condom on fucked this stupid POS sub. His wife didn't know anything about how he was so femme in his fantasy sex life, nor that he was bi and had been fucked. He wouldn't suck cock though, that was the line he drew. For some reason that made him less of a man, and he didn't want a guy to cum in his butt it was only covered fucking.

    I only agreed to meet him on the basis that he would let me put my cock in his mouth and he had to take 20 strokes both up and down counting as a stroke. The day finally came, he was blindfolded at his insistence, he had ropes tied to his ankles and wrists which I turned him over ass up, and tied the wrists spread,one to each bed post. His legs I tied together and secured to one post. I went in, showered, and knelt on the bed next to his head and told him to do it. He gave me 28 strokes total, the last 4 being quite deep and he choked a bit. After that instead of calling him bitch, whore, fag or other things I told him he was now a cocksucker and that is what I called him. He was almost crying about it. Like he'd given up the last part of manhood. I made him sucke me again to get me harder and I broke open a condom pack, he could smell the rubber, but instead I threw it on the floor and lubed my cock with lotion.

    I pushed into his whore ass, which hadn't had a cock in over 6 months, and fucked him long and hard. I gave him at least 7 inches of my full 9 every stroke. Then I emptied my balls into his ass. He had sperm in his bowels and I let him know that he'd been bred. I told him he was now my breeding bitch cocksucker. I wiped my cock off on his face to his whimpering. I stuck my finger in his ass and wiped it under his nose. I waited around till I could recoup, whipping his ass with my belt at times to get me going again. Then I bred him again, hard, and brutal, his grunts and tears just loud enough to be heard in the hallway by the maids making up the other rooms. I bred him again, threatening to write the deed on him in permanent marker and send him home unless he begged me to cum in his faggot, fat asshole. He did and I did.

    After that, it's the only way he wants it, I've r**ed him and bred him numerous times. Last weekend while his wife was out of town, I went to his house, I had him dress in his wifes (she a fattie too) sexiest lingerie and cook me supper, and I spent the night with him in make up and his wifes undies getting fucked, and bred everytime. The morning came and I finally had him suck me to completion. He is now a cocksucking cumwhore.

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