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  • — Gay Stories —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 51

    Gay, Queer, Puff, Faggot, Shirt lifter, Uphill fudge packer. All of those terms apply to me when I stay over each Monday in a city which isn't my own. I have to travel to work there as our companies bastherein that city.
    Also in the very heart of the city, there is a gay village, one I visit every Monday and pick up men to share my hotel bed. There is no shortage of younger men who want to experience what it's like to be fucked by a man who's cock is as thick as mine. It's not overly long at eight inches, but it definitely is much thicker than your average erection, being nearly seven and half inches in circumference.
    Most men who say they'd like to be fucked by me, actually cannot take too much of my cock pounding their arsehole, but a certain amount of cock hungry sluts, can take my super fat cock to the hilt.
    My wife no longer wants sex, and being realistic I knew my older grandfather type looks, would deter most younger women, the ones I'd have loved to have fucked. So after meeting a young gay man in the hotels lobby one night, I took up his offer of sex. He still visits the hotel every now and then, but no longer works nearby. I fuck him every time he's in town and he is one person who does have my cock bottom out up his sweet arsehole.
    In a first for me last month, I flip flopped with a young man who I met in the gay village. His cock was the first to penetrate my arsehole. It was such an amazing experience to be fucked, making me cum from anal stimulation, it's now given me a whole new perspective on the gay side of my personality. And it also means I can have twice as many men to choose from.

    #22715 — Comments (4) — Feb 7, 2015 at 9:58 AM — That's Juicy! (7) Remove This.
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    Bi-Sexual Male / 38

    When I was 12 years an older boy fucked me in a bathroom of a game room. It may sound like I was taken advantage of but I assure you it was one of the most enjoyable sexual experiences of my life. I was very much a willing participant.

    I had already gone through puberty, with full pubic hair and penis growth. I had already noticed a strong attraction to men and and at the time, images of cocks I saw in porn mags. I had seen scenes of men and women having sex and I found I normally climaxed while looking at the mans body, be it his body in general, his butt, or cock and balls while playing with myself.

    One afternoon I walked up to a gameroom near our neighborhood during the summer. We were left alone at that time while our parents worked. I was playing a game for a while when this guy must have been watching me. While playing, he eased up to the side of the game and watched for a while. I did not really notice him and then he made a few comments on how I was playing. He then leaned in and whispered in my ear, close enough to feel his hot breath, that I handled the joystick very well. He then changed my life forever. He told me he would be waiting in the bathroom for me and if I wanted to join him, we could have a lot of fun together if I knew what he means. I was old enough to know what he meant. My cock flew straight up, raging hard. My heart began racing. He kissed me on the cheek and said he would be waiting for me.

    I turned my head and made eye contact with his deep blue eyes briefly. He smiled, winked and then turned and walked toward the bathroom. There was no one in the place. He was wearing short frayed cutoff jeans and a tank top. I was too young to know why, but as he walked off I looked at his body, his legs, and his butt and I melted. I wanted that, why, I did not know. But fuck I wanted it and my heart fluttered even faster. My mind went crazy, what do I do, am I gay, am I in danger, etc... Being gay at that time was so damn stygmitixed. The ultimate insult amongst boys at that age. My instincts just took over, I turned and walked towards the bathroom to join him.

    I abandoned the game and walked toward my fate. I was in a daze as I approached the bathroom door. He was all I could think about. I opened the single bathroom door and walked in. He stood there naked and said I knew you would come. He rushed over and closd and locked the door. He nestled up behind me and I could beel his cock on my butt. I melted in his arms and pressed backwards. He held me and I turned my head back to see him. We kissed deeply. My first kiss. He pressed his tongue into my mouth which was foreign to me but felt awesome. I tried to reciprocate. I was in heaven.

    I think he knew we did not have much time and he swiftly ripped all my clothes off. He pushed me to my knees and faced his cock. It was so beautiful. I wanted to please it so bad. He put his hands on the back of my head and I took him in my mouth. It was wonderful. I sucked it like crazy. He must have laughed at me I think now. I was in a frenzy. It felt so right so awesome to suck him. It must have turned him on but at the same time not been that pleasurable as I had never sucked cock before (I am a much better cock sucker now).

    He pulled me up swiftly and bent me over the sink. He spit on my ass hole and pressed his cock up on me. All sorts of doubts went through my head. Am I a fag, boys don't do this, what would ny friends think? As he pressed into me, all those thoughts faded. It felt awesome and I wanted this. As he slowly pumped me I cannot tell you how much at that time I knew this is where I wanted to be. I was born gay, this is what I am. He was so kind to me. He took his time filling me and obviously knew this was my first time. He kissed me, told me how cute I was, how good my butt felt, and just made me feel so beautiful. I think he fucked me for like five minutes. He reached around and jacked me off. I came very quickly and he did soon after.

    After cumming, he quickly dressed, kissed me on the lips, and left abruptly. I slowly dressed. I was in a daze, I had just lost my virginity to an older boy. I have so much to thank him for. The incredible sex for one. But removing any doubt that I was gay, that my attraction for men and not women was my destiny, was something I could thank him for forever. I would love to find him again.

    #22708 — Comments (1) — Feb 6, 2015 at 11:26 PM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This.
  • — Gay Stories —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 44

    I like getting fucked in the ass. There, I said it. I like the way it feels when a man probes my asshole with his hard cock, the odd feeling, a mix of mild pain and pleasure, as a dick head enters me, spreading my willing sphincter and slowly sliding up inside me. It feels good, warm, full...hard to describe, but those of you who also like being sodomized know the feeling. The sweet feeling of being stretched by a hard cock, the wonderful sensation as it slowly moves around inside me, thrusting and pushing while its owner makes little sounds of pleasure while he's inside me. His hands on me, feeling manparts rubbing on me, legs touching, his balls swinging, the sweat we share while taking mutual pleasure from one another...
    It's sexy as hell knowing that my partner enjoys my hole, likes being inside me, and that it feels good enough to him that he can explode in me, sharing his pleasure and shooting his cum inside me. Now that I've written this, I'm horny as hell and need to go find some cock...

    #22703 — Comments (4) — Feb 6, 2015 at 3:09 PM — That's Juicy! (10) Remove This.
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    Gay Male / 47

    I cannot explain it...

    I recently experienced the most profound event of my life, which has left me dumbfounded and in awe!

    Background to better understand the gravity of what I have experienced and my need to share it with someone: I'm a very masculine, professional, gay man who knows the pain, agony and hardships of being exposed as a gay man in a community and time when being gay was likened to being a leper. I was a prayer answered, late-life only child to my loving parents. When I was in my second year at a local college one of the guys I had been in a closet affair with decided to come out to his parents and he exposed me in the process. It was an extremely challenging situation complicated by Bible-Belt religion in a very conservative town. One of the boys I grew up with (a few years older than me) was married with 3 kids and a newly elected Elder in our church. When he heard I was gay, the very next Sunday morning before Morning Worship he stood and "brought formal denominational charges against me" classifying me and evil and demanded a "Called Conference" for my public humiliation and dis-fellowship from that congregation. My parents were humiliated, walking out of that church and never returning. They remained friends with some in the church where they were members and had attend since they were dating teenagers. Many of those members never spoke to my parents again because the dared to stand with me.

    My dad had a nephew in the Navy stationed on the west coast who he called and asked to meet me at the bus station and help me find a car and an apartment, which he did. I missed one semester during my relocation while my distant cousin helped me get settled before he was discharged and relocated back east. I worked hard, graduated college, found a more accepting environment and made lots of friends. I missed my patents and we visited each other as often as possible.

    I went back for 2 weeks when mom suffered a serious stroke. It was a long process of therapy, rehabilitation and a difficult time for her, dad and me being 2,000 miles away. I used every day I could to go home to be with she and dad and considered relocating back, but they told me to never move back. A couple of years after moms' stroked I was home for a week when one of her friends from the "old church" passed and she wanted to attend the funeral. I took mom to the funeral home for the service. The chapel was packed but seeing mom was disabled in leg braces and with a walker, the mortician found us a 2 seats half way to the front. He ushered us up the aisle and I went into the pew first so mom could folk her walker and put it in the aisle. I never looked to see who I was sitting beside as I was looking out for mom. We had just settled in when the man to my left leaned over me and told my mom, "Ya gonna have to move to let me out. I will not sit beside a faggot"...and he didn't whisper. I'm gay, to the shock of some people, as I am very masculine with a baritone voice. That man was the very same man who brought charges against me at my home church. Mom was inconvenienced, we were both humiliated, including the man's wife who followed him out apologizing to me and mom.

    My passed away a few years later and dad was left alone. He came to stay with me during the cold winters and we were back and forth the other 6 months. I lost my dad 12 years ago and have not been back to my home town since I closed his estate over 11 years ago. I have one older cousin who relocated to Florida and I lost contact with her 7 years ago.

    I have never experienced issues with sleep; seldom wake during the night and when I do, I am back to sleep fast and my partner of 27 years sleeps like a log. Last Saturday morning I woke up at 4:05 AM and was not able to go back to sleep. So at 4:30 I went into the kitchen made some coffee and turned on the TV. A strange feeling had overcome me since I woke; like something was wrong. I wasn't able to focus on the TV so I walked outside with the dogs for some fresh air but that dread felling of anxiety was intensifying. After I brought the dogs back in I decided to turn on the computer as I read several national newspapers which I read on line every day. I scanned the local paper first and then, for some strange reason, I typed in the name of the newspaper of my home town. Thinking my subconscious was telling me maybe my last cousin may have passed. I immediately found and opened the tab for Obituaries. Sure enough there was the obituary of one of my mom and dad's old friends who passed in her 90's. I had not seen or heard from her since dad passed. As I read her obituary that feeling was still knawing at me. I closed out the obits returning to read the papers home page. I noticed an article regarding a new company moving into the area, so I opened the article. When the page came up it was not the article for the new company but was the "arrest report" for the pervious day. My cursor has mistakenly moved to the arrest record which was just below the article I wanted to read and I was staring at 10 names when one name jumped out at my like a Red Light flashing. Not sure the home address on the man arrested some 7 hours prior, I did a yellow/white page look up for the same name and those addresses were the addresses listed on the arrest record of the very same 63 year old man... who had brought charges against me at church for being a queer, and the same man who had humiliated my mom, me and others at the funeral home. At 63 years of age, that married, father, grandfather, well known business owner, pillar of the community, Deacon and leader of the church was arrested for "Prostitution: "soliciting sex from a male under officer in a public park bathroom" during a sting.

    I cannot explain and neither do I understand why I woke with that feeling. Why I looked at my home town newspapers web site when I have not been there in 11 years. The glitch regarding accidently opening the local "arrest records" for that town where I have limited knowledge of people who live there, and no motivation to search arrest records. I've never held any ill will toward that man forgiving his ignorance, lack of understanding and had not thought about him since I was home 11 years ago. My heart goes out to him, his wife, children, grandchildren and that church. My mom taught me to forgive those who transgress against me; not to hold a grudge for they would be measured by the same measure which they use against others. My dad always told me. "water seeks its own level". I am still in awe has to how this was brought to my attention so far away and so soon after it happened...knowing there is no one in that town who knows how to contact me, or would even contact me regarding any issue... much less this man's arrest for prostitution.

    T hank you for allowing me to share my most amazing, awesome experience.

    #22681 — Comments (4) — Feb 5, 2015 at 10:31 AM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove This.
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    Gay Male / 27

    There's about 3 gay sauna places in the city I live in. I've been in all of them, and it's becoming addictive. My girlfriend knows there's something wrong because we hardly have sex any more, and frankly, to my surprise I've started to dream of nothing but men.

    I thought I was bi and would grow out of it. Wrong!

    Lately I've been doing top and bottom. I find it so easy, so satisfying to be fucked. And oral. I'm a gloryhole junkie.

    But what I want to say, well brag about, is when I was fucking a guy in the orgy room, nice and dark and sweaty it was. He was on his back and we were kissing. Some guy put his cock between our mouths and that was fun, we licked and sucked. Then some one was behind me, playing with my ass. He asked if he could fuck me and I said yes. He barebacked his beautiful cock deep into me and it was unbelievably good,having my cock in a sexy young guy and then feel another inside me. It was the first time and the pleasure was divine, so fucking great I can hardly describe it.

    I had cum in my mouth, cum in my ass, and the most perfect orgasm I've ever had in my entire life.

    I guess it's nothing to a lot of you, who have done it all, but I'm loving every new experience, and I want to shout about it.

    Thanks xx

    #22649 — Comments (1) — Feb 3, 2015 at 9:06 PM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove This.
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    Bi-Sexual Male / 32

    At the age of seventeen, I became an orphan with no brothers and sisters. By the time my nineteenth birthday rolled by, I was living in a crappy apartment hardly able to make the rent, or feed myself from the part time job I had. I'd enrolled in college and wanted to improve my life, but costs, even though I worked part time, were mounting up and up.
    Out walking through my local park as a short cut one evening, desperately trying to think of a way to earn more money, a tall well built muscular guy approached me and asked if I was cruising. When I asked him what the fuck was he going on about, he said "You know, do you want to have some fun, I'll pay you twenty bucks to blow me".
    If you could see me now, you'd think I was still just into my twenties, back then I looked about fifteen. My height hasn't grown much, I'm five feet, seven inches tall and have a slim athletic build.
    His suggestion didn't make me back away, not because I was bisexual or gay, but becauase I really was desperate for money. Not thinking, I reponded by telling him, I'd suck his dick and swallow it for forty. Twenty bucks was in my hand seconds later and as I followed him to a nearby wooded area, he promised me if I could deep throat him he'd pay extra on top of the forty.
    His cock was nothing like my own, the only cock I'd seen since the showers in high school. It was shorter than my eight inches, but it was so thick, I could hardly wrap my fingers around it. He'd dropped his shorts and had no underwear on. His cock was already fully erect and I had second thought about what I was about to do. The thought of the money kept me there. And it also opened my mouth to recieve his fat cock.
    There was no finess about what I did. It was my first time after all. The strange thing was, I took his cock over my tongue and on down my throat with relative ease, even though it was so damn thick. My mouth just seemed to accept his cock shaft, so I began to suck on it as hard and as fast as I could. The moans coming from the forty plus year old were telling me I was doing something right. So was the fact he'd put his hands onto my head, and was holding me to fuck my mouth. Perfectly naturally after about five minutes of having my face fucked, I took his cock out of my mouth and began to lick up and down his meaty shaft. When I reached the bottom, I lifted up his cock and started to lick and suck on his hairy balls, masturbating him as I did. At his insistance when his balls were dripping with my saliva, I put his cock back into my mouth and only seconds later as he held my head tight, he came inside my mouth, filling it with masses of cum. There was only one place for his cum to go and that was down my throat.
    I swallowed every single drop. Not one tiny amount left my lips as I sucked on the head of his dick, milking his cock with my tongue. Satisfied I'd drained his balls, I let his cock slip from my mouth to hear him say "Boy that was the best god damn head I've ever had".
    Sorting himself out, he passed me a slip of notes. I unfolded them to find another fifty bucks. When I looked at him, he smiled and told me I'd earned it. As I stood up, he asked me if we could meet up again. I was back in the park two nights later. We found a more private place and I took my time to give him exactly what he said he wanted. making sure to once again swallow his cum down my throat.
    The stakes changed when he pulled up his shorts. He wanted to know if I lived local, as he was still horny. Earning three hundred bucks for a relative amount of pain. And being able to fall asleep with the knowledge I had enough to live on for over a month, was to me, the justification for allowing him to fuck me for over half an hour.
    My asshole hurt for days afterwards, but it didn't stop me from arranging to have him stay over the following Thursday night. And every Thursday night after that for over two years. He taught me everything about gay sex and how to totally please a man in every way sexually.
    I didn't have gay sex with anyone else at that time. And throughout our sexual reolationship I didn't want or need to. He pretty much financed me through college with some of his mothers inheritance. I became his gay sexual release from his wife at home. Thursday night was the night each week, he supposed to be in another city working. The only thing he worked on, was my mouth and asshole.
    It's funny looking and thinking back to what I did. As a thirty two year old married man, with his own sucessful business, I'd never now contemplate what I did back then. Having said that, I still ocassionally maybe three or for times a year, when I feel the need for a cock to fuck my asshole, have a guy I trust, visit me at work when all my staff have gone home.

    #22630 — Comments (0) — Feb 2, 2015 at 10:42 AM — That's Juicy! (11) Remove This.
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    Bi-Sexual Male / 41

    I awoke in a motel three mornings ago. I'd been stranded overnight trying to get home to my wife and family, but the weather had defeated me and many others. I literally got the last room available, otherwise I'd have been staying in my car. With nothing to do, I ventured out in the stormy weather, walking about a block into a bar. I had probably one too many drinks and don't really remember walking back to my motel room in the snow. The following morning I woke up having my cock sucked, and it felt fucking awsome.

    I knew it wasn't my wife, and looking down I came to see a young mans head bobbing up and down on my dick. I started to think about the night before and kind of remembered talking to him. I didn't however remember seeking sex or offering any. All the same he was giving me one hell of a blow job and I wasn't going to stop him. Holding his head I began to fuck his mouth and was very nearly on the verge of cumming. He pulled away, leant over to the bedside draw, took a condom off the top, opened it and then unravelled it down my cock. He didn't even ask me if I'd fuck him. All he did was slide upto me so I was spooning him, gripped my cock and put it to his asshole. I pushed forwards and my cock slid easilly into his rear hole. I didn't even know his name and didn't remember how or why I'd decided to fuck another male, but fucking him half asleep and still half hung over, was amazing. Each time my cock bottomed out up his asshole, he cried out, not in pain, but in pleasure.

    It was he who came first after I'd been fucking him for about ten minutes, as he'd been masturbating his small cock. His shaking as he orgasmed tightened his asshole around my cock and I flooded the condom up his ass. Moving himself off my shaft, he spun around lowered himself, removed the condom and took my softening dick into his mouth again. It was covered with my cum, so he greedily licked and sucked off every drop. When my cock was free of my own goo, he flopped onto his back and I saw him properly for the first time. What a very handsome young man. We spoke for the first time, that I remembered anyway, and I found out having not remembered hardly anything, what had happened the night before. How he'd come onto me, knowing I was drunk and knowing I was from out of town. How we'd fucked all over the motel room and in the shower. And how I been only to eager to do so. I also found out he'd only just had his eighteenth birthday. Apparently I was his present to himself

    For what it all was, not more than twenty minutes of remembered sex that morning, it was such an awsome time. And truely one of the best spontaneous times sexually I'd ever had. Before he left, he asked me if I passed his way often. I didn't as it was a detour to try and get out of the traffic the storm had brought. But I told him if he wanted to, I could meet him earlier in the day, as I had to be at head office twice a month. Swapping mobile numbers he smiled and walked out.

    I'm back at head office in a fortnight's time. He's already messaged me to tell me I'm more than welcome to empty my balls up his asshole again. I replied by letting him know what time I'd be at the motel for. I won't have been drinking then, so I'm going to make sure I understand what's going on and to explore my new found gay sexuality in every way I can.

    #22587 — Comments (4) — Jan 30, 2015 at 4:34 AM — That's Juicy! (13) Remove This.
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    Lesbian Female / 37

    I took a job that required me to go to Calgary. I made several trips there and got to know the office staff and started to get invited to go to dinner to keep me company.

    The HR director was a nice early forties lady, she was about as pretty as a woman could be, she just had this look about her, perfect features, perfect frame, just right size of everything, and with a quick deep smile. I wondered why she had never gotten married, a woman like that should have been married for many years with a nice family.

    I asked around with some of the other people and they told me that they really didn't know much about her, when she came to work there she was single and everyone presumed she was maybe attached in a hidden relationship or maybe she had been hurt badly in the past. I felt sorry for her, I mean never having been married and no children and she was definitely over forty.

    I reached out to her and asked her for advise about where to go and what to do while I was in Calgary, but mostly I got generic answers. One day I was in the restroom and I was adjusting my bra, which was way too tight, when she walked in. She saw me and said 'let me help you, I used to work lingerie'. She proceeded to size my bra perfectly, but not without cupping my breasts and positioning them so that they really looked good. She made them look a size bigger.

    I was very thankful and told her so and asked her if she would go to lunch with me, I wanted to thank her. To my surprise she accepted.

    I was not going to pry, if she wanted to tell me anything I would listen but I was not going to pry. To my surprise he conversation at lunch turned to breasts and how they were the most sensual part of a woman, and what breasts were perfect and which ones needed help. She volunteered that she thought my breasts were perfect, right size and symmetry, and well as she put it, just the right size because they fit perfectly in her hands and that made them perfect as far as she was concerned.

    She told me that is the one thing she always wanted, bigger fuller natural breasts. That she thought that she had been cheated, her breasts were too small, perfect shape but way too small, she wanted breasts like mine. Not at all the topic of conversation I expected.

    But it broke the ice, and we became better and better friends and I found out that she liked to shop and she offered to help me shop for clothes. I was not and am not a fashion gal, but she was and is. So that became the basis of going out with her, she helped me shop and I modeled everything for her, and she fitted everything to me, and she felt perfectly ok touching everything, front and back, top and bottom, and she helped me find things that she particularly liked on me. A bit risquÃ�à © for me, not my style, but I bought them anyway.

    On one of the next trips, she told me that there was a quartet performance downtown when I was going to be in Calgary and asked me if I would like to go. To bring one of the outfits that she had helped me buy, and we would go and after maybe we could have dinner.

    We went, lots of women, few if any men, and most women were, well not very attractive. My friend and I must have stood out, she was dressed to the nines and she dressed me so that every curve and moved with each step I took. I had never felt so sexy, this was not me, but with her it was like dress up. After the show we went to a quiet Italian place and we just talked up a storm. She was very personal and told me many times just how nice I looked, that I really filled out my dress, and she reached over and adjusted my bust right there in the restaurant. It was over coffee that I realized this was a date. And I was her date. It just dawned on me that I was going to sleep with her that night.

    As I suspected she invited me to her place, a very nice place in a very nice part of town and the whole thing was just impeccably classy, just like her. I knew that she was going to move on me but I didn't know how to read it, I just followed her waiting for her to reach over and kiss me or hug me or something. But that is not what happened.

    What happened is that she leaned over and said that she could help make me more beautiful 'down there', down there where girls need to be beautiful. That she had noticed that when we were trying on dresses that I was not quite as kept as I should be. That every girl needs to make sure that she wears her bush just right, enough to hide herself, but enough to let it be seen, nothing is more sexy than that.

    So, there on the couch, she reached up under my skirt and started to pull my panties off. Surprised or not I let her, and she had me bare sitting on the couch with my skirt well above my waist, while she examined me. She was gentle but thorough, she opened my legs and had me lift my butt in the air to see if my peekaboo needed trimming too.

    She stood up and offered me her hand and took me back to her room, and helped me out of my dress so I was standing with nothing on but my bra. She went and got some scissors and gently trimmed me down below, forcing my legs apart as she trimmed. Then she brought out a towel and put it on the bed and told me to sit and lay back and open my legs, that there was nothing she hadn't seen before.

    She shaved me gently with warm water and shaving cream, until she had it all just right, just a hint to cover up my lady part, but not enough to hide it completely, Even to me it was erotic, I wanted to take off my bra and just stand there naked so she could look at me. She then spoke seriously and told me that my peekaboo needed to be properly groomed, that it was not the best presentation to have unkempt hair down there and she asked me to just get on my knees and open my legs and bend down and she would clean up my peekaboo.

    This was a process in which she waxed and yes it kind of hurt as she took it all out, in several treatments, until she was satisfied there wasn't one follicle left. The she gently bathed my peekaboo, and I felt her hair on my back as she leaned over and kissed me right there, a long sensuous kiss. It was warm and wet, and it went on for a long time, while I held my position bent over on my knees. I felt her hand slide between my legs and her fingers work themselves inside of my lady section, and her tongue take a turns with my peekaboo and my vagina.

    I had my head on a pillow, just being there when she reached the back of my bra and let it lose and she crawled under me and started to suck on my breast, while she fondled the other one. I had to pick myself up on my arms while my breasts hung in her face, I was looking down at her and she was looking in my eyes while she suckled one breast and then the other. Her arms reached out and grabbed my neck and she pulled herself up until we could nothing but kiss.

    She asked me to undress her, and to kiss her all over, she wanted lots and lots of kisses, kisses on every part that I made naked. As things came off I kissed her, and I took a long time with her perfect breasts, they were just plain perfect, picture perfect, and soft and her nipples were dark and beautiful. She through herself on her back, so I cold pull off her panties. Under her panties was the most beautifully groomed snatch, her lips were large and dark, they opened just so slightly, she arched her back a bit offering herself to me. And I could not resist.

    After several very long minutes, minutes in which her body just arched and opened and closed like a magic box, minutes in which she pulled my hair so hard that she brought tears to my eyes. She took my face in her hands and told me that a girl always shows her love by giving her lover that one special kiss. She wanted her kiss, she wanted her kiss to bind me to her for ever. And so, she turned over and gave me her peekaboo, it was perfect, it was just dark enough to be set against her white skin, it reached out to me begging for a kiss. And I kissed her peekaboo as she did mine.

    That was the evening that I found out her secret, like me she liked girls, real girls.

    #22576 — Comments (0) — Jan 28, 2015 at 9:06 PM — That's Juicy! (6) Remove This.
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    Bi-Sexual Male / 31

    My wife Abby and I were about to watch a porn film I'd loaned off a guy from work. It turned out the porno was a gay film which had mixed up in the box. We sort of watched a couple of minutes of it, with us both decrying the scene that was on. But secretly I found it a turn on. Turning it off, opening her legs and spreading her pussy lips, I went straight down on Abby and began licking and sucking away at her large clit, like it was a small cock. The sex we had that night was amazing and I knew in the back of my head why. It was because I couldn't get the scene of the older man in the porno, fucking the younger one out of my head as I fucked my wifes mouth, pussy and asshole.
    Abby went to work early as usual the next morning. I woke up with a hard on as usual. But unlike most times, I didn't masturbate straight away. I went downstairs, put on the gay porno and took out my cock. By the time I'd gotten five minutes into the film, my cock was ragingly hard. Copying what the older guy was doing to the younger man, I wet my middle finger as I continued to wank, put the finger to my asshole and pushed in. I swear I only probed my asshole a few times, when my cock exploaded sending cum all over my stomach and chest, I came so hard and for do long, I was actually gasping when I stopped.
    The same thing happened the next morning. Only I watched more of the porno and stroked my cock for longer. Insteasd of using one finger to fuck myself with, I used two. The feeling was even better than morning before, making me buck violently as I came. At work later I lied to my colleague, telling him I'd forgotten the horrible dirty gay dvd he'd mistakenly given me. Far from it, I wanted to watch it all the next day, knowing Abby would be visiting her mom, and knowing I was going to try one of Abby's dildos.
    Abby left our home at eight in the morning. By nine I'd showered, gotten the dvd sorted and had brought down Abby's smallest didlo (Still 7 inches long) into the lounge. Every scene had my cock pulsing with delight as I played with my cock and balls. Then using some of Abby's hair conditioner as lube, I inserted her didlo up my asshole. It felt and I can remember the sensation, so fucking awsome. My dick hard litterally begun throbbing and my asshole enveloped her didlo as if I'd always fucked myself. It would be difficult to explain fully the feeling I got when I came. All I can say it was like cumming in every part of your body, all at the same time. And with every nerve wanting you to carry on fucking yourself, so that's just what I did. And that's how Abby found me.
    Knelt up, using the dildo in my right hand to fuck myself with. My body shaking from the orgasm I'd just had and the dildo flashing in and out of my rear hole, I turned around to the sight of my wife stood watching me.
    Abby wasn't looking at me with disgust. She was actually smiling the dirty smile she has before she knows I'm going to fuck her asshole. Stepping towards me, I expected a tirade of abuse and hatred. No!
    Bending forwards, Abby took hold my hand, the hand that was holding the dildo and began to make me thrust it back into my asshole. Bent over our couch with my knees on the carpet a few minutes later, my cock had risen again, my wife had removed my hand and was ramming her skin colored dildo up my ass. It was so surreal, so out of character with what she'd said about gay sex a few days earlier, I had to look over at the mirror to make sure it was me taking a fucking and that it was Abby who was doing it.
    The constant rubbing on my prostate from the dildo, had my cock ready to burst again. And burst forwards it did, but not before Abby has striped herself. I was given no time to rest after my orgasm as my wife, the person who should have been half way to her mothers, sat on the couch, pulled her legs up and ordered me to bury my face up her unbelievably wet pussy.
    Both of us were shattered, both lay naked holding each other on the rug in front of the fire. I asked Abby why she hadn't gone to her moms. She replied by asking me if I'd remebered where her mom was going to be. We'd both forgotten Abby's mom was going on a cruise with friends. She'd gotten half way there, looked down in her car and saw the brochures her mom had given her the weekend before.
    Facing each other we talked about our marriage and us as individuals. Abby asked me if I loved her and if I was gay. I told her Yes and no, as I Love her without exception and that I adore sex with her. She asked me if I'd been fucking my self for long, so I told her everything. Then my wife asked me if I had the chance to be fucked by a guy, would I take it. When I asked why, Abby shocked me when she said "Because I'd love to watch you being fucked".
    The charade of her disgust over the gay porno, was just that, a charade. From Abby's own words, she said she'd really enjoyed the start of the porno and had secretly hoped I had too. It was only my defensive remarks about gay sex that had discouraged her. Seeing me using one of her dildos to fuck myself had been an ultra horny experience for her. Fucking me had taken it one step further and that's why she asked if I could, would I have another man fuck me. My response was "Yes, but only with you there".
    It hasn't happened as yet. Not because we both don't want it to happen. It's because Abby's mom was taken ill on the cruise. When my wife gets back from looking after her mom next week, Abby said she wants to watch the porno, but for real.

    #22548 — Comments (5) — Jan 26, 2015 at 10:10 AM — That's Juicy! (8) Remove This.
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    Bi-Sexual Male / 50

    A long time ago when I was in the Army, I was stationed in Panama. In our barracks, we had relatively large rooms and ours could fit 4 guys. Only me an Nick where in ours. Nick was a big guy who liked to go out to strip bars and see prostitutes. He would drink almost every night. I would go out with him some times and we would have a great time fucking around with strippers and normal straight stuff.

    Before I had deployed to Panama, I had been with an older dude one time. He made me suck his dick and he fucked me in the ass. I was very drunk at the time, and told myself I would never do that again.

    The reason I tell you this is because Nick was very horny all the time. He had girly mags around the room and would always be saying stuff to chicks on the tv to suck it, and told me a couple of times to suck it.

    Hanging in his locker was a G-string from some woman he had been with. One day when he was out, I was so horny looking at porn mags and stroking. I saw that g-string and put it on. I was standing all girly and moving around and I felt real feminine. That is when I heard the door lock start to turn! I jumped into my bed and pulled a blanket over myself. Nick entered the room and started talking to me, telling me how hot it was out and started to take off his shorts and shirt.

    He went over to the desk ans saw the porn mag open, and some lube out. He asked me what i was up to laying around all day. That is when he looked over at the locker and saw the g-string wasn't there. He smirked and grabbed a cold beer.

    He sat in the chair with no clothes on and started to look at the porn mag. I rolled over and looked towards him. He turned the chair and faced me spreading his legs apart. I was looking right at his junk when he dropped the mag down and said how horny he was.

    He got up with a beer in his hand and came over by me and said what are you doing under there? He grabbed the blanket and yanked it off. I was like Hey, and tried to cover up, but he was too quick and sat on the bed and said what do we have here? He got in real close to me sitting on the bed and instantly started talking to me like i was a chick. For a second I tried to resist, but when he put his hands on my ass and body, it sent electricity through my hole body and all i could do was let out a moan.

    He grabbed one of my hands and placed it on his dick saying, don't worry sweetie, its ok, grab it. I started rubbing his cock and balls and it started to get hard and jump around. He laid on the bed with me and licked my ass cheeks pulling on the g-string, and putting his cock right up by my mouth.

    I continued to stroke him with both hands, when he stood back up and said go ahead, suck it. I let him push into my mouth and tasted his saltiness. He tipped his head back and said yes. After several minutes he pulled out went to the porn mag and lube, grabbed both and came back to the bed. He took a big drink from his beer, put some lube on his dick, and placed the porn mag on my back. He got between my legs and pulled my ass up towards him. He pulled the g-string aside and began to force himself into me. As his cock slid in he bent over me and said, don't worry sweetie, this wont take long.

    After about 20 strokes, i felt him spurt into me. He got up drank some beer, and said he was going to take a shower. I was petrified and laid there until he returned. He said wow you are a sweet whore, and made me get off the bed and kneel before him and suck him off again.

    For the next year, he would cum in my holes and treat me like a bitch. When he went back to the states, I didn't know what I was. I do now, and it makes me so hard thinking about him fucking me.

    #22535 — Comments (1) — Jan 25, 2015 at 12:17 PM — That's Juicy! (7) Remove This.
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