Erotic fiction about gay men fucking women

[superchaz]

All these stories are so hot, many thanks to all who have posted!!!

 

[MikeT008]

A lot of Glee fanfiction covers this area.
I've never seen Glee, but I've read a lot of its fanfiction on this topic.
Here's one. Gay boy Blaine develops an obsession with big breasts.
Lesbian Santana has an amazing rack that Blaine can't help staring at, and she totally knows it.
After Santana teases him about it, they hook up and are both surprised by how much they enjoy it.

Might Sound Crazy, But It Ain't No Lie (Bi, Bi, Bi)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/772044

 

[MikeT008]

Another one from Glee. Even hotter than the previous one, but it has multiple chapters.
If you're looking for pure smut, this isn't it. It's as much about romance, and questioning one's sexuality, as much as it is about pure sex, and there's that too.

kurt asks his boyfriend Blaine to move in with him and his roommate Rachel. Things get complicated when Blaine and Rachel have a drunken, heated night of sex.
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7066517/1/How-did-it-end-up-like-this

 

[Peter3023]

Thank you for finding these. It's hard to find fic about gay characters and women, because some people get so upset about it. I think there are one or two around for Connor on How to Get Away With Murder.

 

[MikeT008]

I feel the same way.

Here's a couple more.

When 1088 miles sets Kurt Hummel and the love of his life apart, loneliness can be guaranteed. Kurt is a gay man, living in The Big Apple while his boyfriend is in Florida. What happens when one night the loneliness gets too much and, with the help of alcohol, he sleeps with his best friend, who is a girl? This is a story about confusion, hurt and heartbreak.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10527253/1/She-s-my-man (3 chapters. complete)


Just a (gay) Batman, Robin, and Catwoman. There's like a dozen chapters, but i only read chapter 10.

http://comics.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600061280&chapter=10


The Disregard of Labels.

Like the Batman one, this is more erotic than romantic, unlike some of the other i posted....

Kurt is gay. He's a flaming homosexual with a gender neutral fashion sense and amazingly good taste.
It came as a complete shock, however, when Kurt started to realize that he may be attracted to the female physique.
More specifically, the very feminine body belonging to his best friend, Rachel.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8838034/1/The-Disregard-of-Labels

 

[MikeT008]

Not the best, but it's OK.
https://www.literotica.com/s/christmas-carol

 

[hink13h]

Thank you for finding these. It's hard to find fic about gay characters and women, because some people get so upset about it. I think there are one or two around for Connor on How to Get Away With Murder.

I'd love to read that one about Connor Walsh.


Early Arrival

Written By spencerwils

Griffin got out of his car and started up the walkway. The house wasn’t anything special except for the pool in the back, but that didn’t matter much. He wasn’t there for the real estate.

His hand rubbed his semi-hard junk through the fabric of his shorts as he reached the door. No sooner had he knocked that it swung open to reveal a tall, muscular man with blond hair. Will looked just like his profile picture; a rare occurrence.

Griffin tried to hide his excitement. He was a little shorter but just as buff. He used to be more of a muscle twink, but he eventually stopped shaving and started to bulk up. Sadly, the 28-year-old’s new look didn’t exactly scream bottom. Most guys who messaged him these days were shrimps looking for a beefy top. He could do it, of course, but Griffin preferred to bottom when he could. Will could definitely provide.

The two men exchanged greetings and went inside. The scenery was all a blur. Griffin’s mind was focused on the image of Will’s cock inside him.

“Your pictures didn’t lie,” Will said, slapping a hand on Griffin’s defined pec, which strained through his t-shirt.

“Neither did yours,” Griffin replied, backing Will into a wall and going for a kiss.

Their tongues swirled as Griffin reached under Will’s shirt to explore his rugged muscles. He was about to pull it off when the doorbell rang.

Cursing under his breath, Will went to answer it, adjusting his pants to hide the visible bulge going down his leg. He opened the door to reveal a young woman who couldn’t have been older than 20 at the most. Her hair was long and dyed blonde, like most girls in California. She was wearing the tackiest pink outfit that exposed her midriff and a gleaming bellybutton piercing.

Confused, Griffin leaned against the wall and listened as they talked.

“Layla,” Will sighed, “I thought you were coming at 6…”

“I changed my mind,” she giggled.

“I’m kind of busy right now…”

She looked over his shoulder and made eye contact with Griffin. He smiled and looked away, still trying to figure out how she related to Will.

“Well,” she continued, “Mum’s already gone, so you’re stuck with me.”

Will cursed again before turning back to Griffin. Motioning towards Layla, he explained.

“Griffin, meet Layla. She’s my little sister. She’s staying at my place for a week.”

“Until my college dorm is ready,” she added.

He rolled his eyes. “But she’ll mind her business while she’s here. We won’t even notice.”

“Actually,” she said, “I was just about to go out.”

Will grunted an acknowledgment and walked further into the house. Griffin followed, not wanting to wander around a stranger’s place without permission. Besides, Layla was weirding him out. She kept staring at him whenever she could. He was used to having eyes of both sexes on his body, especially when he wore such tight shirts. But that was in public. This was supposed to be more intimate.

Entering the kitchen, Griffin gave Will’s ass a squeeze. Hopefully they’d get a chance to sneak off soon…

“Will,” Layla whined from the foyer, “I forgot my suitcase. Could you drive me over to get it?”

Will stomped off, leaving Griffin in the kitchen. He tried to ignore it as the siblings argued. This date was not what he’d been expecting. Soon Will returned looking crestfallen.

“I’m sorry, man,” he said, “But I gotta go do this. I’ll be back in a while.”

“I can come back,” Griffin replied.

“Stay if you want. Swim in the pool. And if you get bored, go home and we’ll reschedule.”

Will didn’t wait for an answer before storming out. The sound of a car driving off signaled his departure. Griffin suddenly felt very awkward, alone in the house of a man he’d only talked to over the internet.

“Griffin,” said Layla as she walked in.

Almost alone…

“Let’s go swimming!”

Before he knew it, he was outside in swimming trunks, testing the water in the pool. He and Layla avoided each other, venturing around opposite ends, but he could still feel her eyes on him. His muscled torso was glistening in the sun, no doubt drawing her attention.

She finally spoke as he was hoisting himself out to try out the diving board.

“Have you fucked him yet?”

He was taken aback by the question. “Well, uh, no. I… Wait, what?”

“Oh, are you one of those power bottoms?”

She was out of the water too, and quickly made her way over. Before he could stop her, her hands were on his pecs. She groped the firm muscle, sliding her wet hands over the damp chest hair.

He didn’t pull away, stunned. Instead, she stepped back and pulled off the upper piece of her swimsuit. Griffin watched with bewilderment as she exposed her breasts. They were quite small, fitting with her petite figure.

What was she doing?

Massaging her breasts, she spoke. “It feels so different. Try it.”

She reached for his arm. This time he did pull away.

“No, I’m good.” He made his way for the diving board, eager to get back to swimming so he could forget this.

She protested and tried to grab onto him, briefly tugging on his trunks’ lace. Ignoring this, Griffin was on the board and diving into the pool in seconds. For a few moments, he was free, gliding through the water, far away from Will’s crazy sister. Surfacing, he made his way to the edge and climbed back up. The breeze cooled his wet skin. All of it.

He looked back to the pool to see his trunks floating in the water. He looked down to see his dick hanging out. He looked up to see Layla’s smirking face.

He was about to return to the pool to reclaim his dignity when he found Layla’s arms around him. Her breasts rubbed up just below his pecs while her groin met his. He felt himself harden. That wasn’t supposed to happen. He knew this wasn’t right but it was starting to feel good. He didn’t want to stop it.

As his cock hardened, Layla dropped down to her knees. It brushed her tits as they passed and hardened a little more. Without another word, she took it inter her mouth and began the greatest blowjob of Griffin’s life. She took him in and out, even swallowing him to the base. Every so often she’d reach up to pull a pubic hair out of her mouth, but it didn’t seem to bother her.

Just when he felt ready to cum, she stopped and stood back up. She backed away and donned that smirk again.

“Why’d you stop?”

“If anyone’s going to cum first,” she said, “It’s going to be me.”

She slowly pulled off her pink bikini bottom. It was the only remaining article of clothing on her lithe body. And now it was gone. He could see her smooth pussy. He never thought one could look so good. He imagined bending down to get a better look, to feel it, to taste it…

“Maybe we should go inside,” he said.

“Maybe we should go to your place,” she replied.

“I thought you were going out?”

“Yeah,” she giggled, “With you, stud.”

Griffin had heard enough. He fished his trunks out of the water and pulled them on over his throbbing erection. Grabbing his backpack containing the rest of his clothes, he slung it over his bare shoulder and stepped into his shoes. Then he walked over to the still naked Layla and picked her up, carrying her to his parked car. It was hidden from the street, but he didn’t much care. Loading her in the backseat, he got in the front and started the engine.

He didn’t talk for most of the ride, preferring to listen to Layla’s sensual dirty talk about what she wanted to do with him. His dick throbbed in anticipation.

Arriving at his condo, Griffin retrieved the horny young woman from the backseat and carried her in. This time her legs were wrapped around his midsection and her wet pussy was rubbing on his abs. He quietly moaned as it slid around.

Barging in, Griffin wasted no time in bringing her to his bedroom and tossing her onto the mattress. Tearing off his trunks, he crawled on after her and positioned his face between her legs. The dripping folds of her cunt lay before him.

Opening wide, he fit his mouth over her pussy and began to explore. His tongue raced across the flaps and played with her clit. She squealed with every motion. He licked his way into her vagina, tasting the slick liquid that still clung to his abs. As his mouth moved, his facial hair began to tickle her clit, moistening it in the process. She swore in ecstasy as her hands reached down to tug on his short, dark hair.

Ready for the next step, Griffin reared over her. His hulking form dwarfed her, a fact that seemed to excite them both. His cock bobbed above her pussy, aching to go the next step.

“What are you going to do?” she panted.

He looked her over, finally realizing that he was about to have sex with a woman. In a few seconds, he’d no longer be a gold star gay.

“I’m going to fuck you.”

And he was inside her. Layla moaned. He gasped as he felt the folds of skin envelope his penis. It felt as though he engorged further as the muscles of her vagina contracted around him. He fucked her like a jackhammer, holding her soft, smooth body beneath him. He liked the sensation of her little titties on his pecs. He liked the smell of her pussy juice on his stache.

She came at least twice, soaking his bed beneath her. Her hands ran across his back, over his shoulders and onto his bulging arms. She loved it.

He couldn’t hold it back anymore. He shot inside her. He continued to fuck until he had nothing more to unload. And with that, he pulled out and fell onto his back. He couldn’t believe what he’d just done. He looked down upon his sweat-slick muscles and cock, still dripping with a cocktail of his cum and her fluids.

“Don’t worry, stud,” she crooned, wrapping herself around him, “I’m on the pill.”

That was actually the last thing on his mind, but it was a comfort nonetheless. He was more astounded by the fact that he’d just fucked a woman. A very young woman. Speaking of which…

“How old are you?”

She grinned. “I’m legal, if that’s what you’re asking. Just turned 18 last month.”

Ten years young than him. Somehow that nearly made him feel horny all over again. Before he could say anything, she was on her feet.

“I’ll be back in 20 minutes for round two,” she said, “Rest up.”

She stepped out of the room, leaving Griffin’s naked form sprawled out on his bed. His dick was already perking up for what was to come. Any thought of getting fucked by Will was gone. All Griffin wanted to do now was fuck the shit out of Layla.

So, her college was in the area. He suddenly had a good idea about what he’d be doing in his off hours for the next few years.

 

[Peter3023]

There are several Connor/Michaela stories here.

https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Michaela Pratt*s*Connor Walsh/works

There may also be some on fanfiction . net, I'm not sure.

 

[MikeT008]

Fag Hag
by Krosis of the Collective
https://www.asstr.org/~krosis/faghag.htm

Untitled Blina by sparkleyrainbows
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/10342564/1/Untitled-Blina

Modern Family: Sexual Devolution
By: FanfictionWriter101

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12287973/1/Modern-Family-Sexual-Devolution


Will's Hot Bisexual Surprises
By HiddenBiDesires

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/adult-friends/wills-hot-bisexual-surprises

By Craig Schulman
Straight For Pay

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/encounters/straight-for-pay


By Craig Schulman
Blackmailing Peter

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/encounters/blackmailing-peter


From HiddenBiDesires
Steve and Bill

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/beginnings/steve-and-bill

Operation: Make Kurt Happy
By: CloveShadow

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7317670/1/Operation-Make-Kurt-Happy

 

[MikeT008]

Not my stories, just stuff I've seen posted on Tumblr.

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He was certainly having a happy Valentine’s Day. Her brother on the other hand had been waiting for his boyfriend to show up for the romantic weekend getaway they had planned.

They had been waiting for the special moment to seal the deal and take there relationship to the next step. His boyfriend had been gentlemanly and waited. They both believed it was the real deal.

Even knowing all that, his sister couldn’t help but strike. She wore her sexiest lingerie and waited till her brother was out. When the boyfriend came by all she had to do was wander into the room and he couldn’t help but stare.

All those months of dating without any action had been getting to him and seeing her supple feminine form was kickstarting some biological urges in him. She pressed herself against him and he couldn’t resist.

“I know you were going to have a fun little weekend away with my brother,” she pouted. “But why don’t you stay her and gave fun with me”

By this point her she was practically straddling him. Her breasts staring him in the face. He tried to stammer out a refusal but he instinctively began to hump the air as his dick strained in his underwear. He wasn’t going anywhere.

So while her brother waited alone in the hotel suite she was on the receiving end of the fucking of a lifetime that was supposed to be his
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This is the third time peter’s mom has stolen one of his boyfriends. this time peter wasn’t even surprised when he opened the front door and heard the soft sounds of his boyfriend’s effeminate moaning and the loud wet smack of his big dick pounding a tight wet hole. the young gay boy sounded like he was in another world of pussy pleasure. peter slowly made his way up to his mom’s room as the gay boy’s moans grew louder and more frantic.

with her fit milf body, porn star tits, and tight shaved pussy, peter’s mom had no trouble converting these cute little twinks her son dated. they were all so smooth and slim and adorable, she couldn’t help herself. and once their long meaty cocks were sliding into her warm inviting pussy, the sounds they made were irresistible. there’s nothing like the desperate moans of a gay boy experiencing his first life changing pussy fuck.

as peter entered the room and glared at his boyfriend, he whimpered at him “i’m sorry babe.. I can’t stop” as he closed his eyes and continued dicking the hot milf beneath him. Peter’s mom was taking his gay meat like a pro, his entire ten inches sliding in and out as she spread her legs wide to take him.

“dammnit mom, again?!” he said, as he watched his boyfriend’s smooth ass pump up and down. his breathing was hard now and he was moaning wildly, about to have his first hetero orgasm.

“I’m sorry honey,” his mom said “but if you weren’t such a size queen this wouldn’t happen. You know I can’t resist a cute little fag with a big meaty cock. He deserves to know what that pussy pounder is made for. Now leave us alone, honey. we’re just getting started.” she replied, gripping her young twink’s tight ass with both hands. peter’s boyfriend couldn’t hold back anymore. “aaahhhhhhh ohhhh fuckkk” he moaned as his dick erupted and he emptied his balls into her. Their sweaty bodies collapsed into each other and they began kissing deeply, their tongues thrashing around in each other’s mouths. “Oh fuck. Fuck yes! Fuck I love this pussy.” the gay boy panted. Suddenly Peter’s mom crawled between her son’s boyfriends legs and took his still hard cock into her mouth. “Oh my godddd!!!” he screamed as she began deepthroating his huge fuck pole. She was slurping loudly and playing with the gay boys balls and he could barely handle how intense it felt, right after blowing his load.

Peter turned and left in a rage; he could hear the slurping sounds of his mom sucking his boyfriend’s big cock from the kitchen. this was how she converted them, nonstop pleasure for hours on end. he knew they wouldn’t be done until late tonight, and by then his now ex-boyfriend would be an unrepentant pussy hound.
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[Davais]

Thanks. I haven't been able to find a lot of those tumblr posts since they banned adult content. One of my favorites was about a father walking in on his gay son with his secretary. Anyone have that one by chance?

 

[MikeT008]

I don't recognize that one. I remember a similar one about a stepmother & gay son. But not a secretary.

Here's one that was once on Tumblr. I can't find it online anywhere now, so couldn't find its author. Possibly Jobman34


The High School Surrogate

Zach and Bo have been dating for 5 years. They met when Zach was about 20 years old. Zach had a thing for older men, given that Bo’s age is currently 48. The feeling was mutual, however, as Bo really liked young guys. At the current age of 25, Zach has already finished his undergraduate and master’s degree which has landed him a decent office job. Bo was also very well off in terms income since he is the CEO of a big firm. Considering that both of these men had stable incomes and that they have been living with together for the past 2 years, they had decided that it was time to raise a child together.

Since 2 men can’t biologically have a baby together, a surrogate seemed like a very viable option for the gay couple. Although the usual process of surrogacy is to provide sperm for the woman beforehand, the couple had a different idea of how to go about it. They had already agreed upon Bo being the sperm donor so that the child can have at DNA from at least one of them. In order to donate the sperm, however, they both agreed that this would happen with Bo engaging in intercourse with the girl. Crazy, right? It might have sounded crazy at first, but the gay couple talked it over and thought it would be a good idea for Bo to experience what sex would feel like with a woman. They wouldn’t be full on going at it of course, just the usual thrusting movements in order to cause Bo’s gay dick to ejaculate.

After a few sessions going over potential surrogates, Zach and Bo decided on who they wanted to have a child with. Since Bo has darker features including brown hair and brown eyes, they went with a girl that had blonde hair and blue eyes. Her name was Sarah. She had great facial features, a naturally slim body, and decent sized breasts. If the child turned out to be to a girl, at least they wouldn’t have to worry about her being flat chested. The only minor issue is that the girl just turned 18. Bo had his reservations about having intercourse with a girl that just hit legal age. However, Sarah provided in her bio that she was doing this to pay for college after high school.

After the decision had been made, a meeting with the girl was arranged in order to help things go as smooth as possible when they have intercourse.

During the meeting Bo asks, “Are you sure you are all right with having sex with an older man? Much older man…”

Sarah responds with, “Of course! It took me back a little bit when I first found out, but you guys are such an amazing couple that I would love to do this for you.”

“Thank you so much”, Zach says, “you don’t know how much this means to us.”

“Of course I do, I would be honored.”

“Great. So we will see you in a few days when you are ready?”

“Yes! See you then.”

The day had come and Bo seemed extremely nervous. He was going to put his penis inside of a vagina for the first time in life today. The fear of not being able to “get it up” crossed his mind as the gay couple waited for Sarah to arrive. Once Sarah got to the room, all the parties involved felt a little anxious since this was a first for everyone in the room. For Zach to watch, Bo to have his dick in a vagina, and for Sarah to be a surrogate.

“I guess we should get undressed?” Bo suggested.

Sarah responded with, “That would probably a good place to start.”

They both chuckled a bit before starting to undress. Bo took off his shirt revealing his furry and built chest. His body is the result of years of bodybuilding and hours at the gym. It was a cross between a gay bear and a bodybuilder, which is what attracted Zach to Bo when they first met. After he took off his extra-large shirt, he couldn’t help but notice Sarah’s body. His dick suddenly jumped. What the hell was going on!? Flustered by what just happened and his growing dick under his pants, he mentions to Zach, “Hey babe, I’m not nervous anymore. You can wait outside if you want.” Truth is, he was even more nervous than before. He definitely wasn’t expecting his dick to get hard before they even started having sex. Zach only agreed to be in the room since Bo said it would make him feel more comfortable. Not anymore, Bo was terrified that Zach would see his rising boner.

“Are you sure babe? Do you feel comfortable enough to do this alone?”

“Yeah, totally fine. Thanks for the concern honey.”

“Alright, I’ll be outside when you’re finished. Good luck you two.”

As relieved as Bo was that his partner had left the room, thoughts kept flooding into his mind about this girl’s body. All she had done was take off her shirt, but the sight of her big breasts in a silk bra started to really turn him on. He didn’t know what to do! How is a gay bear getting turned on by breasts!?

“I’m glad that you’re starting to feel more comfortable since I’m still a little nervous” Sarah mentions.

“You’ll be fine” Bo says to try and calm her down, in the meantime dealing with his own nerves after lying.

Sarah started to undress further, finally revealing her breasts. Holy crap, Bo thought to himself. Those tits were damn near perfect. And for an 18 year old to have such huge tits, he didn’t know what to think. His gay cock just keep getting harder and harder. An overwhelming sensation of lust came over him as all he wanted to do was put those big tits in his mouth. Those nipples looked like they needed to be sucked. Sarah then proceeded to remove her pants revealing the silk panties that matched her bra. Bo followed suit by removing his jeans and showcasing his obvious bulge though his tight boxer briefs.

“I guess you are ready by the looks of it…” Sarah mentioned in a surprised state.

Bo chuckled, “Viagra”, he exclaimed in attempt to hide his sudden heterosexual lust for this girl. The both took off the final piece of clothing revealing their genitals to one another. Just as Bo suspected, her pussy was completely shaven. He even noticed a slight glistening of her pussy lips that indicated she was already getting wet. Was she also getting turned on by the thought of a gay bear impregnating her? The situation became even more interesting when Bo noticed that the Sarah’s nerves quickly subsided when she saw Bo’s cock. His dick was 8 inches long and very thick. Completely shaven as well to make it look even bigger. It seemed like her demeanor changed instantly because he could tell she wanted his gay cock inside of her.

“I guess we should get down to business” Bo said as he motioned for the bed.

“I agree…” Sarah responded with a tone of lust in her voice. She climbed onto the bed and laid on her back so they could have missionary sex.

What was happening!? Why was he so eager to have sex with this young girl? His dick was pretty much rock hard at this point and standing at full attention. He got on top of her and prepared to penetrate her with his gay cock. In order to lubricate his cock, he was planning on using his own spit. But he could clearly tell that her wet pussy would take care of that just fine. Before sticking his dick inside, something in his brain told him to rub the head against her luscious pussy lips. He wasn’t sure how she was going to take it, but she nodded her head in approval when he looked up. After a few seconds of teasing her clit, he thrusted and entered her. The most overwhelming sensation took over his entire body realizing that his gay cock was actually inside of a girl’s pussy, one that was so young no less! He let out a deep sigh and moan while hearing Sarah do the same. Her pussy was so warm, so wet. He began thrusting slowly and realized how tight her young pussy was. He’s fucked tight asses before, but this sensation was something different, more natural and stimulating. His whole shaft started to become covered in her juices as he went in and out. It was so effortless from how wet she was.

Sarah grabbed onto Bo’s strong and muscular arms all of a sudden. This prompted him to increase his thrusting speed as he began to pound at her tight pussy harder and harder. His whole body was getting overwhelmed with these new sensations that he decided to put all of his body weight on top of her. Their bodies were so close at this point with her breasts pressed up against his chest. He also put his head next to hers as he continued to pound away. He never thought that the scent of a woman would turn him on as much as it is now. His manly scent mixed together with her feminine odor was pure bliss. In a last attempt to be as close as possible, Sarah wrapped her legs around his thighs which cause Bo to have the most explosive orgasm he has ever had in his entire life. Stream after stream of gay sperm shot inside of Sarah’s warm pussy. Soon after Bo’s dick had stopped cumming, they both stayed embracing one another with his dick still inside her. Although this was a good idea for the sperm to reach its destination, they both had another reason for staying in this position. Neither of them wanted to let go.

Bo was in shock about what just happened and how his body just took over during this experience. He was unsure about where these heterosexual desires came from. However, if there was one thing he was sure about, it was that Zach could not find out about these new feelings. After about 5 minutes with Bo still on top of her, he slowly began to get up. They both watched as his gay dick slid out while still being semi hard.

“I guess you liked it more than you thought you would huh?”

“Yeah…about that. You can’t tell Zach about what just happened between you and I.”

“My lips are sealed.”

“Thank you.”

Without showering, the two of them quickly got dressed. Bo grabbed his boxer briefs and slipped them over his cock that was still covered in pussy juice and his own cum. He tried to hide his still semi-hard cock through his jeans contemplating how it wasn’t completely flaccid by now. After Sarah finished getting dressed, Bo sent a text to Zach letting him know that they were done.

“I hope everything went fine?” Zach asked as he entered the room.

Sarah responded with, “It did. If everything works out the way it should, the next call you’ll get from me is that I’m pregnant!”

“I hope so! Bo and I want this baby so bad. I can’t wait to hear the good news!”

The three of them left the hotel room and proceeded to go home. Zach asked questions in the car ride to make sure Bo was okay, considering he had just had sex with a girl for the first time. Of course, Bo had to lie in order his true hide his heterosexual feelings from Zach.

“Are you straight now?” Zach said jokingly.

“That would never happen baby”, Bo joked back.

When they got home, Bo took off his clothes so he could hop in the shower. After taking his underwear, he could smell the aroma of his dick. The smell of her cunt still lingered as it hypnotized him in a way. He reached down and stroked it for a while before putting his fingers in his mouth for a taste.

A month later, the gay couple received the phone call that they had been waiting for. Things, however, didn’t go as planned. Sarah mentions that she wasn’t able to get pregnant this time and offers them another opportunity during her next cycle. Feeling disheartened and having to reconsider if having a baby now seemed like the right time, they decided to decline the offer. They paid what they owed her for her services and said their farewells.

Life went on as usual, but Bo wasn’t the same. Ever since that first encounter with Sarah, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Sex with Zach just didn’t satisfy him completely anymore. During the times they had sex, Bo couldn’t stop thinking of Sarah’s perfect tits and those lips that he never got to kiss. Most importantly, he couldn’t stop thinking about how amazing his gay cock felt inside her young and tight pussy. Although he thought about going out and finding another hot young slut, he wanted Sarah more. To do with her what he never got to do. To kiss her. To taste her sweet pussy. He couldn’t suppress his desires any longer. He’d been gay all his life, but all he craves now is a warm cunt.

After the weekend was over, Bo went back to work. He still had Sarah’s number and decided to send her a message. “Hey, sorry to bother you like this. But could you come to my office right now? Zach and I have something we want to discuss with you.”

She replied with, “Sure thing, I’ll be right over.”

Bo’s heartbeat started beating faster realizing that he had gone behind Zach’s back. However, his heart was beating faster also knowing that he would finally get to see Sarah again. Moments later, there was a knock at his office door. Sarah walks in with only leggings and a sports bra since she goes to the gym after school. His face was in awe at how he could see every single curve of her body through the tight leggings. Once again, his gay cock started to respond again.

“I hope what I’m wearing isn’t too inappropriate. I rushed here from the gym since your message sounded urgent.”

“No, not at all…” Bo said, almost in a trance.

“Where’s Zach? I thought you said he was here with you.”

“He’s um…not here…right now. He’s working from home today. It’s just you and me.” A huge grin crept across his face.

Suspecting that something is up, she responds with, “So what did you need to talk about?”

“I want to talk about what happened. About last month and what we did together.”

“We had sex to get me pregnant. I’m not sure what else there is to talk about.”

Bo sits back in his chair to get more comfortable. “You and I both know that what happened was amazing.”

“But Bo, you’re gay. You like men, not women.”

“I know I’m gay. But I also know that being inside you was the most intense feeling I’ve ever felt in my entire life, and I’m 48 years old! I want to feel that again…I want to feel it again with you. I can’t stop think about your pussy.”

Starting to blush, “Does Zach know about this?”

“Nope.”

“And you’re okay with lying to him?”

“I need to lie in order to fulfill my newfound desires. I want you bad baby.”

With that, Sarah started to provocatively walk toward Bo, who still leaning back in his chair. “Truth is, I couldn’t stop thinking about you either. Your muscular body. How my pussy gave you so much enjoyment. I kept lying to myself that since you were gay, I could never have you.”

“And what do you think now?”

“I think that I don’t care that you’re gay. I want you apparently as much as you want me. I can’t look at high school boys my age and be attracted to them anymore.” She then sits on his lap facing the opposite direction while slowly starting to grind his cock with her ass. “I love the idea of older men.”

Feeling his boner getting harder and harder, he asks, “You do realize that I’m 30 years older than you right? Old enough to be your father?”

“I do. And guess what? I love it! You don’t have to lie about taking Viagra this time.”

Bo immediately started grabbing her voluptuous tits as she started grinding harder and faster. His manly instincts took over as he lifted her up while still groping her perky breasts. He then threw her on his office couch on her back. His button up shirt and suit pants were the first things to come off. Since Bo was preparing for this special meeting, he made sure to wear his extra tight compression shirt and underwear. The tightness really showed off his enormous muscles. His broad and huge shoulders. His nice pecs that Sarah had already seen once before. And of course, his bulging gay cock that wanted to come out to play. The outline of his bubble butt didn’t hurt either. Sarah was in awe of this gay muscle bear.

After he removed his compression gear, his cock stood fully erect. He then proceeded to take off her sports bra revealing those amazing tits that he saw once before. Except now he was able to play with them at his leisure. He grabbed both of her jugs and started sucking ferociously on one of her nipples. His wet tongue swirled quickly as he looked up in order to see the pleasure on her face. She was loving this. A gay bear going to town on her womanly assets. After giving her other nipple the same treatment, he mashed both of her beautiful tits together and started titty fucking her like only a bear could. Just after a couple of seconds sliding her cock between her tits he needed to stop or he was going to cum. Bo realized in that moment that he was clearly a boob man. They just felt so natural in his hands.

As quickly as possible, Bo removed the extremely form fitting leggings. Underneath her leggings were the same panties that she wore in the hotel room.

“I wear these almost every day because it constantly reminds me of you. I was absolutely positive that we would never be intimate again.”

Bo didn’t say a word. He just slipped off her panties and sniffed them like a real man. They smelt heavenly. The sweat from her recent workout as well as the natural scent of her pussy. He couldn’t stop sniffing. The only thing that broke his trance was the thought of finally being able to taste her, something he could not do the first time. He lowered himself near her clit and readied his tongue for the best meal of his life. Within seconds his tongue was covered in her sweet juices as he jabbed inside of her moist snatch. Zach’s ass tasted great, but nothing like this. This was like a sweet dessert that he was meant to have. How could he have gone all throughout his life without knowing what a woman tastes like? Not being able to experience this should be a crime, he thought. After making her cum several times with his hot tongue, he decided that it was finally time to return his dick to its rightful home…her cunt.

“What is Zach going to if I get you pregnant this time? I only say this because I am going to shoot my load so deep inside you, it’ll take days to get it all out.” Bo said with a devilish grin. “That is not debatable.”

“You won’t have to worry about that daddy. I’ve been on the pill ever since things didn’t work out. You can come inside me all you want…” she said in a seductive tone.

“I’ll take you up on that offer, you sexy little slut. And I love when you call me daddy. It makes me feel so masculine.”

Since they first fucked in the missionary position, it would only be proper to continue where they left off. Before entering her, Bo slapped his heavy cock on her pussy lips to tease her. The loud thumps were more than enough to make her beg for it. He then rammed his gay cock as hard as he could into her. It was a good thing that his office was pretty much soundproof because she let out the loudest moan. No man had ever shown this much pleasure from being impaled with his gay cock than this young girl he was having straight sex with. It made him feel appreciated, like his gay cock was made to pleasure women.

While her mouth was still open from moaning, he quickly stuck his tongue into her mouth and started kissing wildly. Her lips were so soft and she tasted amazing. The harder she bit his lips, the faster he pounded her. She was just so wet. His cock effortlessly going in and out. Just like the first time, he started to put all of his body weight on her. Except this time, he reached underneath to grab and squeeze her ass cheeks. Just as his nuts were tightening and preparing to unleash his seed inside of her, the door to his office flung wide open.

There in the doorway stood Zach. He went to office to surprise Bo with a late lunch, but what he saw happening in front of him left him utterly shocked. Sarah’s hands stopped caressing Bo’s back the moment she saw the expression on Zach’s face. Even though his partner was standing in the doorway in utter shock, Bo couldn’t move. His body was about to experience its second heterosexual orgasm. His “O” face be couldn’t stop as he let out a pleasurable moan. While staring at his lover’s facial expression in disbelief, he dropped the lunch on the floor and closed the door as he run towards the elevator.

Still unable to move, what seemed like an endless stream of cum kept shooting in Sarah’s tight cunt. Sarah’s first instinct was to get up, but Bo’s weight was too heavy to push off on her own. After Bo’s second explosive orgasm, he just laid there. On top of her. With his cock still inside her. Even though he was at a loss for words for what just happened, he could feel her pussy milking whatever was left inside his shaft. His gay cock was being drained while still enveloped in her tight pussy walls.

All of a sudden, a feeling of anger and frustration took over. Zach was not supposed to find out. What if he decides to leave him, Bo thought. In a fit of rage, he lifted Sarah off the couch and carried her over to the wall with his cock still inside. Just like last time, it didn’t go soft. It was hard as a rock. He was going to let all of his anger out by fucking his little slut again.

“What are you doing?” she wondered, “Aren’t you going to go after him?”

“Not now. I don’t think he wants to talk to me at the moment. I need to vent my anger, and this is how I want to do it.”

Although she felt guilty for what just happened, she couldn’t deny that her desire for Bo’s gay cock isn’t going to disappear. “Anger fuck me daddy. I deserve it.”

Since Bo was evidently taller than this girl, he lifted her up and used the wall to support her body. Instead of slow strokes, he began to furiously ram his cock in and out of her cunt as hard as he could. He could feel the warm cum from his earlier nut lubing up his cock. With both hands on her ass cheeks, his mouth moved to suck on her perky nipples. He then jabbed his tongue in her mouth where she started sucking his wet tongue. Both of them started to moan into each other’s mouths as Bo’s engorged cock unleashed another cum fountain. Since Sarah now had two enormous loads inside of her, cum started to leak from her full pussy.

With Bo’s hard gay cock still inside of her, Sarah asks, “So what are you going to do now?”

“Well, I’m not sure Zach is ready to talk to me yet.”

There was one thing Bo was sure of though. He was still angry…and he needed to go out and find more 18 year old pussy to satisfy his gay bear cock.

 

[MikeT008]

Straightening You Out (M/L ADULT) - COMPLETE.

http://roswellfanatics.net/viewtopic.php?t=9721

 

[hink13h]

Fashion Week

I couldn't find its author. Possibly Dan from Italy

The second wave of models started to roll in and along with them came their belongings. Thank goodness my only job was to hold the door and greet them on their way in. The bell boys can take care of that mess. If you couldn’t tell by now, it’s fashion week. However, this isn’t any ordinary fashion week in New York. We’re in Paris for this one. Models come from all across the globe to model outfits made by prestigious designers. To be honest, I don’t know how the event goes down since I’m no expect in the field. I just know things get pretty hectic from here on out.

I’m originally from the Netherlands, a true Dutch man at heart. I lived there most of life and I couldn’t have asked for a better home. But I’m getting old, and I wanted to travel before something prevents me from doing so. That’s why I’m living here in Paris for the time being. The city of love has so much to offer and I always wanted to live in a place like this. The gorgeous French boys roaming around doesn’t hurt either. So much amazing eye candy for a 48 year old gay bear like myself. I only moved here quite recently (1 week ago to be exact) so I haven’t had a chance to…sample the men yet, but I definitely plan satisfying my appetite after this crazy week is over.

My friend from back home also lives here and he’s the one that got me this job as a doorman. He’s one as well, but our shifts are usually opposite from one another. Can’t complain though since they usually overlap at some point and we get to chat about hot guys. Oh, he’s gay too. He’s got more of a physique type of body whereas I’m the epitome of a beefy muscular bear. At 48, I think I look pretty damn good if I do say so myself. Being well endowed doesn’t hurt the cause either. I’ve almost broke a few muscle sluts before with this piece of meat.

Overall, I’m grateful that he put in a good word for me with his bosses to get me hired. Even though it sounds like a boring job, the pay is actually pretty great. The hotel is very well known as it has established itself with a 5-star rating long ago. I guess that’s the reason these famous designers send their models here. It’s close to most of venues and they can afford it.

Just as I thought the last of them had already checked in and were getting settled in their room, I see a young girl getting dropped off by a taxi. I could tell she was part of the event because she tried to cross the street frantically. That, and also her very chic hair style. Being a gay man, I can appreciate a good hair style on anyone. Anyway, she knew she was late and would have less time getting ready than the other girls. You could see it in her face.

I made sure to open the door for her as soon as she crossed since I felt bad for her, although it probably was her fault to begin with. She bolted passed me and all I could smell was the aura of perfume around her. Granted it smelled nice, but that was just way too much to handle for one whiff. As she tried to breeze passed me, her hand accidentally brushed up against my crotch while rolling her bags in. I don’t think she noticed, but that’s the closest a woman has ever been near that area. Hopefully it’s the last time it happens too. But wait, why am I starting to get hard? I think it’s probably just reacting to stimuli. I heard that somewhere. Well, it better be the case because it sure isn’t happening because I like women.

The day was coming to an end as the first event was wrapping up. The models started rolling back into the hotel around 10 pm, the ones that decided to stay in or wanted to change at least. Once it seemed as if the majority of the models were back, I would be allowed to call it a night. Since it was Friday and I haven’t really explored this city at all, I thought tonight would be a great time to start.

Five more minutes had gone passed and I think that I’ve waited long enough. In the staff room, I go gather my things and change out of my uniform. Luckily I don’t have to go home before going out since I brought a change of clothes with me. Got to make use of the time I have tonight! Since it’s relatively nice out, I decided just to throw on a nice white V-neck shirt and some tight jeans. I wanted to show off my pecs and nice ass, clearly.

On my way out, I see the girl from earlier. The one who accidentally touched my junk because she was late.

“Hey! Aren’t the doorman who let me in earlier?” she shouted.

“Yes, that is me. I definitely let you in, but you ran passed me like a stampede,” I joked.

“Oh my goodness. I am so sorry! I was in a rush since my taxi picked me up late from my house.”

“Yeah, I could tell,” I teased again. “Wait, did you just say house? You live in Paris?”

“Yes. Most of the models are from foreign countries but I was one of the lucky ones who made the cut from the ones who actually live here.”

“I’m not surprised. You have really good hair.”

“Thanks! Usually straight guys don’t notice a woman’s hair.”

Straight? She thinks I’m straight? That’s the funniest thing I have ever heard! I mean, I’m obviously bigger than most straight guys, but I’m too nice to be straight. “It’s nice that you think I’m…”

“Listen,” she interrupted, “I really want to go out tonight, but I haven’t had any time to mingle with the girls. It looks like you’re done with your shift, correct?”

“That’s correct,” I responded.

“How about we go do something? Eat, drinks, dance, whatever you’re in the mood for…and yes, supermodels DO eat,” she said while shooting me a look.

“I wasn’t going to say anything! And I was actually about to head out to explore the city since I’ve only been here for a week and have done absolutely nothing. I guess you could be my partner in crime for the night.”

“You guess? Um, obviously we’re going together. I’m going to show you around MY city! I’m Flora, by the way.”

“Dayden, nice to officially meet you.” I was hoping to be escorted by a nice…handsome…man, but I’ll settle for now with her. I’ll get some dick eventually.

We start walking down the street and make our way to a nearby pastry shop she recommended for dessert. We get inside and our 2 chocolate eclairs.

“I’ve always wanted to try one of these,” I mention while trying to retain the drool from falling out of my mouth.

“You’re going to love it! It’s one of my favorite things in the world!” As we wait for our pastries to be freshly made, she starts to ask me some questions. “You mentioned earlier that you’ve only been here for a week. Do you live in France? Or are you from somewhere else?”

“I’m actually from Holland.”

“The Netherlands, that’s so cool! I figured you were from an English speaking country since your English is very good.”

“Thanks, you’re not so bad yourself.”

“Merci, school has taught me well.” I’m surprised. It’s actually quite easy to talk her. There’s just something so inviting about her. It almost feels as though we are on a date, which is a weird feeling. “The éclairs have arrived! I’m so excited!”

“They look delicious.”

“They are! Here, let’s feed each other the first bite.”

“I’m sorry…what?” Okay, this really feels like a date. I’m not sure what to do. Do I say no, or do I keep playing along? It’s weird because I think I’m actually enjoying myself despite my initially feelings…and sexuality.

“You know, feed each other.”

“You mean I feed you a piece with my spoon and you do the same for me? Is this is a date?” I asked suspiciously.

“It can be, if you want it to be. I am single at the moment.”

“Wait, how old are you?”

“I’m 20, is that a problem?”

“It kind of is a problem…because I’m 28 years older than you.”

“And?”

I was shocked by her reaction. “And? You’re not turned off by how old I am?”

“Why should I be? I didn’t even think you were that age until you just told me. All I see on the outside is a big, strong, man that could do wonders on me…” Well that escalated quickly. This just went from casual night out with gay bear to a casual date with a gay bear…to my straight date fucking me with her eyes. What is going on and why is this happening to me?

“You know we just met today, right? You also just told me that you were 20 and expect me to be okay with that. Lastly, I don’t like…”

“Dayden,” she interrupted again, “if you had a problem with me being young enough to be your daughter, you would’ve already left by now. It’s clear that you prefer younger girls. It’s okay. All older men do. They want our young and tight pussies. They want to see if we can keep up with them in bed with all of their sexual experience. And most of all, they’d rather taste the sweet nectar we have to offer rather than some old hag’s expired milk. But you already know this. I can see it in your eyes. You’ve tasted so many young girls before and you’re just playing dumb. Now use your strong arm and feed me a piece…” Where did the sweet supermodel from before go? All I could see now was the lust the in eyes for my cock, my faggot cock. I did as she instructed and directed the spoon toward her open mouth. “Mhmm, so yummy.” It almost sounded like she was moaning.

“How’s it taste?”

“Here, try for yourself. She fed me a bite and sucked the remaining bits and saliva off the spoon in wildly seductive manner. It was so hot. Our knees started to touch underneath the table and it was sending tingles up my thigh. I was getting so aroused while experiencing body contact with a woman for the first time in my gay life. The body contact was about to get a little more intense because we finished our dessert and she grabbed my hand. We were heading for the club.

As soon as we got inside, she immediately pulled me onto the dance floor and started to grind on me with her ass. Damn, her ass was so nice. It was firm and toned, all of which felt great on my growing erection. I felt like I had the hottest girl in the club rubbing up against my junk, and all of the straight guys were incredibly jealous. We kept getting stares by onlookers, when suddenly I came to a realization. What am I doing? Am I really going to possibly have sex with this girl? This girl I just met who thinks that I’m some old pervert who ravages young pussy all the time. This is wrong.

“I need to go.”

“Wait, why? I thought we were having a good time.” I didn’t answer her. I just made my way through the crowd and left. I needed to go home and sleep this off. This was all too much to handle for one night. All I wanted to do was see what Paris has to offer, and instead I’m questioning my homosexuality. I need to sleep.

As I was trying to sleep, I couldn’t help but toss and turn. My mind was racing with thoughts. The truth is, I was having a good time. I was getting so aroused while my hands groped her thighs as back her ass up against me. Embracing her in my arms as we were pretty much dry humping each other on the dance floor has woken up something inside of me. But I couldn’t shake this moral dilemma I was having within myself either. How does a homo like me go all his life feeling nothing for women and then suddenly be sexual aroused by this young girl throwing herself at him? It just doesn’t make sense. Luckily for me, I eventually fell asleep.

Upon waking up, my boxer briefs felt oddly wet. I looked down and couldn’t believe what I saw. They were covered in cum. How was that possible? I haven’t had a wet dream since I hit puberty, and trust me, that was many years old. I am one old man. The worst part about it was that my cock was still hard. It could most likely be attributed to the usual morning wood…but for reason I had a feeling that there was another explanation. One that I didn’t particularly prefer.

I showered and cleaned off the sticky residue left on my cock. I grabbed a protein bar to get me through the first few hours of my shift before lunch time. I was looking forward to seeing my pal today since our shifts overlap for the majority of it. I don’t plan on telling him what happened last night though. God no. I have no idea what his reaction would be and I don’t think I can handle the negative judgement for my instinctive actions. I’m just going to keep that to myself for now.

The models started heading to their event for the night around 5 pm. I was anxious about running into Flora since I knew she would have to leave eventually as well. I wondered what time she got back last night after I ran out on her. As if right on cue, I see her get out of the elevator and walk towards the door. My heart was racing and my palms were sweaty. I don’t sweaty palms so this is new for me. Is she going to be mad at me? Was she going to yell at me? What is she slaps me for being a jerk? Oh crap, here she comes. Instead of saying anything, she marches passed me without a word and gives me the most intense death stare I’ve ever seen. She got into a car with a few of the other models and they were off. Well, that could’ve gone a lot worse I guess.

As the day went on, I couldn’t help but feel that I, at least, owe her an apology for what I had done. It was a crappy thing for anyone to do, in any situation. After grabbing my things from the locker, I noticed Flora had just gotten back from the event and was heading toward the elevator. This was my chance to apologize.

“Hey! Flora! Wait up.”

“What do you want?” she asked in an uninterested manner.

“I was hoping that you had a moment to talk.”

“I can’t. Some of the girls invited me out tonight and I have to get changed.” She started to walk away again.

“I wanted to apologize for last night. What I did to you was unacceptable and quite frankly, uncalled for.” She pressed the elevator button unimpressed by what I had to say. “Please, just let me explain to you what happened.”

“Fine, but not here. Let’s talk in my room.”

“That’s totally fine. Thanks for hearing me out.”

The elevator ride was quite awkward. Kind of like how they portray scenes of the sort in movies and on television. The second we got to her room she crossed her arms and looked straight at me. “Let’s hear it,” she stated in a demanding tone.

“What happened yesterday. It was great. I was having fun exploring the city with you.”

Her expression got a little softer. “Then why did you leave? That doesn’t make sense if you were having a good time. People who are enjoying themselves don’t just get up and leave without saying a word.”

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to react in the manner that I did. It was just being there with you. Having your body against mine. Moving together as if no one else was in the room. I haven’t felt that way before,” I explained, eluding to the fact that I’m a full-fledged fag.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying? Are you developing feelings for me?” she asked while raising her eyebrow.

“Well, yes. But it’s a little more complicated than that. You see…”

“I can’t believe it. You’ve slept with tons of women all your life, but you’ve never actually had feelings for any of them.” She was half right. “My, my, my. What an interesting discovery. I suppose I could forgive you for yesterday. Emotions make people do crazy things. You’re lucky I find you so damn sexy.” She started to remove her shirt. Once she unhooked her bra and dropped it on the floor, all I could see was her breasts. They looked so firm and perky at the same time. I can appreciate natural tits and hers were just picture perfect. Don’t even get me started on her body. The girl works out. Everything was so toned and smooth, definitely not like any of the other models who were just skin and bones. She was the perfect example of what a model should look like. And here she was in her room, taking off her clothes for an older gay bear. I licked my lips as she prepared to take off her panties. “Come and get it big boy. We can talk about the emotional stuff later. Right now, I want that daddy cock you’re hiding in those pants.”

“Don’t you have plans tonight?”

“Screw them. I didn’t really like them anyway. I’d rather service the hottest daddy I’ve ever seen. And I know you won’t pass up the opportunity to fuck the young pussy of an established supermodel. Am I wrong?”

Regardless if what my mind is telling me, my body is clearly telling me something different. The wet dream this morning was just a hint. My old gay cock was yearning to try some fresh young pussy. I couldn’t resist the urge so I walked over to her and pinned her arms against the wall. I licked a few fingers on the free hand I had and started to rub them on her pussy lips. She didn’t need my help though because she was already wet enough from thinking about my baby maker inside her young body. Since I prevented her from fully removing her panties, I could feel how damp they were with the back of my hand. I can’t believe I was responsible for making her this wet. Just a second ago, she wanted to rip my head off. I stuck two fingers in while my thumb played with her clit. I had never seen a vagina before in person, let alone play with one. Somehow, I knew what to do and how to please it. I guess it’s just the manly instinct in me. The primal energy being unleashed after all of these years.

I unzipped my door man uniform pants to finally unleash the beast. It wanted to come out and play with its new friend. I teased it by rubbing the fresh pussy juice on my fingers all over it. Who needs to buy lube when there’s all the natural lube you could want right here.

I could see it in her eyes. She was very impressed by my size. I’m guessing she knew I was well endowed, but I don’t think she ready for this though. I slapped my meat on her stomach a few times before positioning the shaft between her lips. I wanted this moment to last since it was my first time. The feeling of skin to skin drove me wild, especially since her pussy was shaved perfectly. Not a hair in sight.

As I went up and down, the massaging feeling on my shaft felt amazing, and I wasn’t even inside her yet. Just teasing her to make myself feel good. While my gay dick was preoccupied, I grabbed her perfect tits in my hand and gave them a light squeeze. Like I said, so perky and firm. I stuck my tongue out and brought it closer to her nipple. After giving her a few swirling licks, my whole mouth overtook the area. Damn, I felt like such a man. Sucking on my very first tit and loving it. The look on her face was priceless. She was loving this as much as I was. An old man having his hot mouth on her young breast. I could only imagine how much pleasure this is was giving her. I was sucking so hard at one point that I almost forgot to breathe. Even so, I broke free from her tit and stuck my tongue in her gaping mouth.

Our tongues swirled around in each other’s mouths as we tasted what the other had to offer. No wonder the French kiss was invented. This sensation was thrilling. I’ve French kissed many men before, but none have tasted better than the girl in front of me. We exchanged saliva for a good 5 minutes before she broke free of her restraint and pushed me back.

My dick was dripping the mixture of precum and pussy juice all over the floor. She walked over to me and ripped my door man jacket open with one hard attempt. After letting he take off my undershirt willingly, she pushed me once again. This time I landed on the bed and she didn’t waste any more time while ripping off my pants as well. It was so hot watching. This sexy supermodel impatiently going after what she wants. That daddy dick. No matter if she knew it belonged to a fag or not.

She got down and took my engorged cock in her mouth. The entire length seemed to slip down her throat with very little effort. It was as if the girl has no gag reflex. I could see myself getting used to this. I let out a pleasure-filled moan as the head of my dick poked the back of her throat. This felt amazing! She was a definitely a pro at cock sucking. This is already, by far, one of the best blowjobs I’ve ever gotten. She hasn’t even come up for air yet, but her hands worked their way up my body anyway.

Her delicate hands brushed through the hair on my chest while they wandered in search of my nipple. One of her hands started to grope my defined pec whereas the other found its mark. She flicked it a couple of times, which made them even harder and more sensitive. I twitched in agony and pleasure when she pinched it as hard as she could.

After her hands finished sliding down my hairy body, she used both of her hands to stroke my cock while her tongue swirled around the head. Her speed kept picking up and I felt that I was going to blow my load if she didn’t stop. I grabbed her arms and forcefully stopped her from stroking. I made her get up and turn around.

“Ride daddy’s dick you little slut.”

“I thought you’d never ask Dayden.” She turned around and I saw her pretty pink hole again. I fully removed her panties and gave them a nice, hard whiff. Jesus Christ! How can one scent be so intoxicating to a man? My primal instincts kicked in again when I tossed them and went in for a taste. A couple of licks was all I needed to accompany the new smell I had just experienced. I was now ready to fuck her.

I grabbed her hips and lowered her down onto my throbbing member. It was as hard as it was ever to going to be and she needed to feel the full extent of it. This is what she wanted instead of a night out with the other models. I’m sure she won’t be disappointed.

She rode me like a champ and I couldn’t help but reach around and grab hold of those tits. I didn’t get a chance to titty fuck them yet, but having them in my hands was better than nothing. I was already so close to erupting from the blowjob moments ago. I wrapped one arm around her stomach while the other cradled her breasts from underneath. I pulled her down with all of my might as I ejaculated all I had into her cunt. I figured my faggot cock was very satisfied since the pulsating streams of man juice went on for a while before subsiding.

I laid on my back and took down her with me without letting go of her body. My arms were happy with their current position and didn’t plan on moving elsewhere. Our bodies were all sweaty, but I could care less. Embracing her while I was still inside her was all I wanted to do.

“Fuck. I’m so glad I didn’t go out.” With that said, I kissed her neck from behind and started to think. I’m going to have to tell my gay buddy eventually.

Lucky for me, his shift should be ending right about now so I can show him with a demonstration instead of telling him.

 

[rexrecks]

These stories are so fucking hot.

 

[MikeT008]

Jake's Submission

Jake is gay but is blackmailed to have sex with a crazy woman who wants his body.

https://www.literotica.com/s/jakes-submission-ch-01
https://www.literotica.com/s/jakes-submission-ch-02

 

[MikeT008]

A lesbian and a gay guy decide to date, after their partners cheated on them.
There's a full story, but this is the first time sex chapter
https://www.literotica.com/s/diamonds-in-the-rough-ch-07

 

[MikeT008]

Straight Or Curved?
Author: Jbehrbabe

Max and Michael are gay and it's no secret. Liz Parker wants a taste of Max Evans anyways. Can she make him straight?

https://www.tapatalk.com/groups/ros...d-by-jbehrbabe-m-l-adult-incomple-t10198.html

 

[MikeT008]

“James And The Giant Bachelorette Party: A Story of Sexual Fluidity”

James sat on a stool at his favorite gay bar, making idle chit-chat with some of the other patrons, sipping occasionally on his bottle of Corona. Another Saturday night, another half-bored search for dick. It was close to 11, but gay nightlife always ran later than its straight equivalent, so there was plenty of time. Suddenly, the front door burst open. A group of booze-soaked twenty- and thirtysomething women burst in, waving their rubber penis toys. “Oh God, it’s a bachelorette party,” thought James. He wasn’t against women in gay bars in principle – some butch lesbians actually fit in nicely – but drunken straight women wrecked any kind of a masculine vibe. They distracted from the pressing search for what James thought he was really after.

But lately James had been wondering…. He increasingly watched straight porn – for the hot straight men, he told himself, but he had to admit that tits were nice. He even enjoyed watching men going down on women, which would have grossed out some of his gay buddies. He found his conversations with female friends and co-workers getting flirty. He even found women popping into his sexual fantasies. But it couldn’t be real, could it? Unconsciously, he found himself checking out the girls. Some of them were kinda cute.

James tried to tell the bachelorettes to get the fuck out. The bride, a dark-haired, olive-complexioned woman who looked to be about 30, was yelling loudly about wanting some dick while she was still a free woman. She looked ready to pass out or puke or both. Some of the other girls gawked at the hot men. “You don’t belong here. Go home, bitches,” said James. Two of the less intoxicated women came to the front. One was a tall, busty blonde in her thirties, the other a shorter, fuller-figured brunette who appeared to have some serious junk in the trunk, as the straight boys say, “We have a right to be here,” said the blonde, who then ordered a Corona for herself. “This is a bar for men,” James said. “Legally, you can’t keep us out. I’m a lawyer, I know,” she answered. She swigged from her beer with the self-confidence of a woman who knew how to handle herself around men. She grabbed the seat next to James’s.

Before long, James and the blonde were engaging in friendly repartee. She was one smart chick, James admitted. The brunette was quieter, but got in her share of quips as well. Without thinking about it, James’s glance began to focus on the blonde’s excellent rack. “Up here, gay boy,” she said to him, “I thought you weren’t interested in that kind of stuff.” James blushed, “Oh, I’m not. I’m a gold-star gay.” “Never been with a woman?” “Never.” The brunette interrupted, “How do you know you don’t like it?” The blonde’s eyes caught James’s. Usually so sure of himself, he was struck dumb. The blonde leaned in closer. “You know, a woman always knows when a man is checking her out. Always.” She looked into his eyes with a glance that seemed to run right through him. “Are you?” James felt a stiffening in his pants. He felt his pulse quickening. The blonde leaned in – and she landed a kiss on his lips. “Never kissed a girl before, had you?” The brunette laughed. James admitted that he hadn’t, and that it wasn’t so bad. The blonde took a business card out of her purse. “My name is Bridget and this is Karen. These dumb bitches are going be passed out in an hour or so. Come to our hotel room at 12:30 if you want to party.” She wrote on the back of the card: Marriott 305, 12:30 PM, and gave it to James.

Bridget and Karen walked swiftly out of the bar, joining the increasingly woozy bachelorette party. Some of the girls really looked ready to keel over. But Bridget and Karen were clearly just getting started. James joked with some of the other patrons that those girls were clearly delusional. But he kept the card. Secretly, he was more excited about these chicks than he had been about any man in years. By midnight, he had left the bar for the fifteen-minute walk to the hotel. At 12:30 sharp, he knocked on the door of Room 305.

The door opened. There was Bridget, looking confident and horny. She had unbuttoned her blouse far enough that James could see her black bra. “So you made it here. It’s so refreshing when a man is punctual. Come on it, sweetheart.” She pulled the door open. James stepped it. He realized that he was already at half mast. Bridget laughed. “Good to see that you are happy to be here.” She kissed him on the lips, lingering this time, placing her arms around him. Bridget was about 5′8″, only a little shorter than James, which made him feel a little more comfortable – he never liked the feeling of towering above women. He looked around – the two women had rented a suite, and clearly some serious partying had gone on earlier. Empty bottles of beer and vodka and tequila littered the living room. A distinct stench of marijuana held in the air. Various raunchy party favors were scattered around the floor.

Karen walked into the suite. She had already stripped down to a bra and panties. She was also smoking a joint. James had never seen a real-life woman in such a state of undress. His eight-inch dick was now tenting his jeans. He couldn’t take his eyes off her ample cleavage – except to check out her beautiful hips. Karen saw the reaction she was causing. She laughed, and turned around and shook her thick, generous asscheeks. “Fuuuuck,” James said.

“Hey gay boy, I’m the one who invited you up here,” Bridget tittered. She kissed him again and then unbuttoned his shirt, running her hands through the light hair on his chest. Her touch was firm yet gentle, as pleasurable as that of a man, yet somehow different.

The three of them were soon lying on the couch together, sharing the joint. Bridget and Karen took turns kissing James, occasionally exchanging a peck themselves. The weed loosened James’s inhibitions about making out with women for the first time in his life. He “helped” Bridget get out of her blouse and jeans. In turn, they unbuttoned and pulled off his flannel shirt. Bridget and Karen began sucking on his nipples. James groaned with delight. Bridget then placed her hand on his crotch and squeezed. He laughed. For the first time in his life, a woman was feeling his dick. And it felt…. good!

As Karen sucked on his nipples, Bridget squeezed James’s cock through his jeans. “Do you like that, gay boy?” He just groaned. Bridget then unzipped his jeans, pulled them down and then jerked down his briefs. His hard cock stood at attention. Bridget spat on her right hand and began jerking James’s dick. He was amazed that this girl knew cock as well as she did. Karen unfastened her bra and set her beautiful tits free. She stuck them in his face. Instinct took over and James began fondling and sucking the brunette’s awesome rack. Karen told him to work her nipples, and before long she was moaning loudly. “For a fag, you sure love tits,” she told him. James couldn’t believe what was happening. One woman was stroking his cock and he was sucking the boobs of the other – and he was loving it! Was he a fag after all?

“Take over, Karen,” Bridget said. Karen started stroking his dick. Bridget sat back and started rubbing herself under her panties. “Now suck it, babe.” Karen put her mouth on James’s dickhead and starting licking. Before long, she was bobbing on his cock, giving him a wet, sloppy blowjob. It felt just as good as the best head that he had gotten from a man. Bridget kissed James again. They began feeling each other’s chests. Bridget’s nipples were diamond-hard – as were James’s. She kept rubbing herself. Bridget then took one of her fingers and placed in front of his mouth. “Stick your tongue out, boy!” James did as he was told. He licked her glistening index finger. “That’s pussy, boy! How do you like it?” To his surprise, James said he loved it. It tasted a little salty, not too different from cum.

Karen kept sucking on James’s schlong. Now Bridget placed her head in his crotch and started licking his balls. “Fuck!.” James cried. This was incredible. Two women working his gay dick and balls. The way this was going, he wouldn’t be gay for too much longer….

Bridget popped up from his crotch. “Wanna go to the bedroom?” James could only grunt, “Oh yeah.”




James, Bridget, and Karen swiftly entered the bedroom and stripped off their remaining clothes. They hopped into the bed and immediately began kissing and fondling each other. Bridget and Karen were eager to show James around their female bodies, and he was eager to learn. He sucked on both women’s tits for awhile, while Bridget first stroked his dick and then fingered his asshole.

Karen then took his hand and placed it on top of hers. She then began rubbing her pussy. James learned what pleased her. She then removed her hand. James felt her wet pussy. To his surprise, he enjoyed the feeling of pleasuring her. Karen then told him to slide a finger into her vagina and move it back and forth. Like the good boy he instinctively was. James did as he was told. Her vagina gripped his finger tightly. It wasn’t that hard to learn, given that he listened closely to Karen’s instructions. “Work that cunt, boy,” Bridget told him. She was running her hands over his body, squeezing his ass, caressing his balls, while she nibbled his ears. Karen kept moaning. Bridget asked her, “Do you like having a fag work your pussy?” Karen groaned that she did. “You’re already a lot better than most straight boys,” Bridget told James, “though that’s not a high bar.”

Greedily, Bridget grabbed James’s hand and placed it on her pussy. She told him to work her clit hard. Before long, James had her moaning too. He was learning that different women responded to different kinds of touch.

Karen reached over and began stroking James’s cock. “Such a beautiful penis,” she said, “What a shame that it’s never been inside a pussy.” A few hours ago, James would have responded angrily to a statement like that. After all, what was wrong with using his penis to please other men? But now he actually did feel that it was a shame that in his 34 years, he had never made love to a woman. This was already one of his best sexual experiences. And there was clearly more in store.

As Bridget enjoyed James’s attentions, she started breathing more heavily. And then a series of short breaths. She began to shudder. And then a final moan. James looked nervous and scared. What had happened? Karen told him, “You dummy, you just made her come. Congratulations!” She explained to him that girls can often come multiple times, so the fun was going to continue. “Stupid Bridget, she always comes more easily.”

Bridget, never shy about seeking her sexual pleasure, told James to get between her legs. “I have something to teach you, my pretty young thing.”

She spread her legs. Seeing James’s nervousness, Karen crawled over to beside her friend’s ass. She motioned to James to join her. He lay between Bridget’s legs. Karen spread Bridget’s pussy lips. “This is how Bridget likes it,” she said. She started flicking her tongue on Bridget’s clit. Bridget immediately stared moaning. Karen told James to lick his finger and slide it into Bridget’s sopping wet cunt. He did as he was told, and began pushing it in and out. Bridget’s vagina grabbed onto his finger. Karen started sucking vigorously on Bridget’s clit. The busty blonde groaned even louder. After a minute or so, Karen raised her head. “Now, boy, you do what I was doing. Trust me, you can do it.” James started licking and sucking Bridget’s clit. “Clits and cocks are made of the same stuff,” said Karen, “Anything you can do to a dick head, you can do to a clit. Trust me, I’m a doctor.” James kept finger fucking Bridget’s pussy. Before long she had opened up enough that he could slide another finger in. So different from a man’s ass, James thought.

Karen kept encouraging James. “Get it into it, boy. Make Mama feel good.” Bridget began thrusting her hips back and forth, pushing her pussy onto James’s face. He responded by pushing himself closer into Bridget’s beautiful snatch. He was surprised by what a wonderfully sensual experience eating Bridget’s pussy was. Her musky smell, her hair rubbing against his skin, her juices covering his face, the intensity of her reactions – he couldn’t believe that he had denied this to himself for long. He sucked ever harder on her clit, he rubbed his chin over her lips, and kept pushing his fingers in and out of her cunt. Bridget suddenly grabbed James’s head and pushed it hard against her crotch. He felt her shudder. He felt her cunt squeeze against his fingers. Bridget cried out, “Fuck! Fuck you, you fucking faggot, eat my fucking pussy.” She then emitted a series of wordless cries and then relaxed.

Karen motioned for him to stop. He sat up. Karen kissed him, tasting her friend’s pussy on his lips. “You were good! You were very good for a first-timer. Right, Bridget?” Bridget, still in a haze from her orgasm, just nodded. “it’s sooooo important to a woman that a man takes this shit seriously. Too many men won’t do it, or will only do it when the woman demands it.” James was baffled by the thought of any man being attracted to women but not loving eating their pussies. He genuinely began to feel like he was falling in love with Bridget already.

James’s erection had subsided a little, so Karen got to work sucking his cock. As Bridget re-entered the world of the living, she sucked James’s nipples, then stroked his balls. Soon James was rock-hard. Bridget straddled James. “Are you ready, boy?” He nodded.

Bridget slid her wet pussy onto James’s cock. James gasped. It felt incredible! Her pussy walls gripped his prick, while her juices covered him. She started bouncing on him, while squeezing his dick tightly. As the good cherry-buster she was, Bridget ran the fuck, controlling James with her pussy. But soon James was fucking back, pushing up into her beautiful cunt.

Karen kissed Bridget, while massaging her tits. Soon James was joining her in feeling Bridget’s boobs, and before long he was leaning up to kiss them. Bridget clearly was loving every minute, moaning loudly, telling James to fuck her hard with his faggot cock, to show her how a gay boy fucks pussy. James told her how he loved her pussy, he loved her tits, he loved how she made him feel. He even blurted out, “I love you, Bridget!” Karen laughed, Bridget didn’t.

As soon as he really got into fucking Bridget, James had a startling revelation. This was the best feeling in the world! Her wetness. Her tightness. The warmth of her pussy. The realization that he was turning her on ever more. James had usually been a bottom with men, but he had fucked ass a few times. This was better! Her pussy was pulling him in, not pushing him out like an ass. He loved pleasing Bridget, not just by fucking her pussy, but by kissing her tits, feeling her ass. Her skin was softer than a man’s, more responsive to his touch. He didn’t feel like any more of a man – after all he felt like he was in a way sharing in the women’s femininity, he loved knowing that his body now smelled of their pussies. But he felt a lot more satisfied than he ever was with a man.

Bridget came again while riding his cock. Karen had laid back to take a breather, and was playing with her pussy, while enjoying the view. Finally, James felt his dick start to twitch. He knew what was about to come. Bridget dismounted. He grabbed his dick, and with a few tugs, he shot the biggest load he had ejaculated in years. “Wow! That’s a nice splat,” said Bridget. She fondled his softening cock. “You know, you have a really nice cock. It’s thick, the way girls like it. What a waste that you had only been using it on men.” Karen and Bridget slapped hands in triumph. James laughed. He was so happy that he had finally done it. What was he now? He really wasn’t sure.

James laid back, feeling spent, and started to cuddle with the similarly worn-out Bridget. But Karen wasn’t finished. “I still haven’t come, bitches!,” she cried. James’s dick was clearly done for the night, but his tongue was still open for business. She straddled his face and opened her pussy. “Tongue fuck this snatch, slut,” she said to James. He stuck his tongue out and ran it over her lips. Then he started darting it in and out of her eager hole. Karen got more and more turned on. She grinded her wet pussy on his face. Before long, James couldn’t see, feel, or smell anything else but Karen’s fantastic, hairy, wet cunt. He was a willing prisoner between her legs. Bridget just watched, enjoying her partner in crime getting what she deserved. Karen kept getting wetter and wetter, and the smell was getting overwhelming and glorious. James’s world belonged to her. As she approached orgasm, she grabbed his head like it was just one of her sex toys. Finally, she let go – and a stream of liquid hit James in the face. “Forgot to warn you, she’s a squirter,” Bridget said with a giggle.

Karen lingered over James, with a look of triumph on her face. Then her expression changed, as if a devilish thought had come into her mind. “You gay boys like to eat ass, right? Well eat mine then,” She flipped around and stuck her fat, smooth, shimmering ass in his face. “Midnight snack!” James separated her ass cheeks and stuck his tongue in her asshole. Karen relaxed, shooting a conspiratorial look at Bridget. Clearly, things were working out better than they had ever expect. “Hey gay boy, how do you like that ass? You like eating a girl’s ass for a change?” James mumbled that he loved it. And he did not lie. He loved Karen’s big beautiful ass.

After Karen had satisfied herself, the three of them relaxed on the bed. All James could say was “wow” over and over. Bridget and Karen just giggled. James looked at the clock. It was 2:30. Two hours of pleasure like nothing he had ever experienced. And soon he was unconscious.

James opened his eyes. He looked at the clock … it was 5:13 AM. He got up and walked to the bathroom and took a quick piss. Where was he? Some kind of hotel room? The beer and pot were not entirely out of his system. Then he looked at the two women in the bed. A blonde and a brunette blissfully asleep. Now he remembered … Bridget and Karen, right? What had they been doing … so strange that he was in a room with two women. Oh yeah. They had been fucking. He had been fucking women? Wasn’t he gay? Guess not, when it came to Bridget and Karen. His gay friends always told him that sex with women was gross. Had it been? He began to remember – eating their pussies, fucking them, their touching his dick – it was awesome! Way better than any sex he had with men.

He returned to bed. He felt his naked body against Bridget’s. He felt so tender towards her. He gently kissed her on her head. He felt so …. bonded with the two of them. Could he be a gay man and love fucking women and maybe be falling in love with one? Probably not. Was he bi now? He knew how he and his friends snarked on bisexuals. But he was realizing that’s what he was.

He tried to put his anxiety behind him, so he could fall back asleep. How would his friends react? Would they accept him? His family had never been super comfortable with his being gay…. Would he get to see Bridget again? He realized that was what was most important to him now. Please please please please please please could he see Bridget again. Karen was cool, but Bridget was a …. goddess, really. He began inhaling and exhaling, trying to get himself to fall asleep. But he kept inhaling a scent that was all that he could smell, really. What was it? Pussy! Oh my God, pussy was incredible. Women were incredible, too. He felt himself tearing up a little. He realized that he was mourning the loss of his gay identity. But he was also overcome by a new love. For pussy. For women. And for Bridget. Thinking about Bridget made him feel better. If he was betraying the gays, he was doing it for someone incredible…. he finally drifted off.



James woke up to a highly pleasurable feeling on his hard cock. It was Karen, giving him a morning blowjob. “Good morning, darling,” said Bridget. She immediately gave him a passionate kiss. “Did you have a good time last night?” “I had a wonderful time last night,” he answered. “Do you want more?” “Yes, please?”

Eager to get her fair share of James’s thick cock, Karen slid her pussy down on him. She felt a little different than Bridget but not too much, and James had more confidence than he did before. James and Karen were soon fucking away at each other with great enthusiasm. Bridget soon went from fiddling with herself to straddling James’s face. “Time for breakfast, sleepy head!” They didn’t have the energy to go at it like they had earlier, but it was still a very satisfying threeway for all concerned.

He hugged and kissed the two women with great vigor. He was overcome by emotion – it had been one of the most intense experiences of his life. “I really like you girls. I mean I really, really like you.” “Did you like having sex with us,” asked Bridget. “Oh my God, like you wouldn’t believe.” “Better than with men?,” interjected Karen. “Way better!”

He got up to stretch. He saw Bridget’s dirty panties on the floor. On impulse, he put them on. In a funny way, feeling his cock against the silk that had covered her Divine Pussy made him feel closer to Bridget – like a celebration of the moment. When he walked over to the bed, the girls told him he looked adorable.

He laid back on the bed. The three of them chit-chatted. They really had a rapport – similar senses of humor, cultural tastes and so on, James thought to himself that he, on the one hand, felt proud of the pleasure that his cock had given to these women. But, on the other hand, he felt unusually close to them, almost like one of the girls. (The panties didn’t hurt).

James asked Bridget why she had seduced him. After a few jokes about his cuteness and the size of his endowment, Bridget told him that she had never had trouble getting attention from straight men. The sex was good, but the relationships could never last. They found her threatening, or too aggressive, or too self-confident. She had a lot of gay friends, but they didn’t want to make love to her – and she was a horny gal. (Although she had actually fucked a couple of them – she said the sex was excellent, but she knew it wouldn’t develop into a relationship). She had begun to wonder if what she needed was a bi guy. At the bar, when she picked up on his attraction to her, she realized that her chance had come.

After James showered and dressed, the girls told him it was time for them to get ready for the rehearsal dinner that night. “Am I ever going to see you again,” James asked plaintively. Bridget lit up. “Sure!” She wrote her number on a business card. “I’m free next weekend.” James giggled like a teenage boy who had just asked out the most popular girl in school – and had succeeded! Karen just laughed. “You know, I kinda have a boyfriend already.” But the look of her face said she was jealous.

James said his goodbyes and left the hotel. Walking home, he found himself still smelling the girls’ pussies. He was so excited, he almost skipped home. He had never felt so thrilled in his life. And so satisfied. He hoped that he would have many opportunities to make love to Bridget again. He realized that his life might change in some profound ways. But he didn’t care that much. Bridget, Bridget, Bridget was what was about for him now.

James was nervous. He was never nervous about contacting a guy he had slept with. But that Sunday night, he felt his heart racing as he called Bridget’s number. He figured that she would have been busy with the wedding earlier in the day. He knew that it could seem desperate to call too soon. But he didn’t want to risk Bridget thinking he had forgotten her. Voice mail, damn. He sent a text. No answer for an hour. To his amazement, he was about to cry.

Then an answer: @reception, wrapping up. was busy w/ the girls. had great time w/u, call @10 pm? James sighed. He texted back: sure! hope you had a great time @wedding.

At exactly 10, James called Bridget. She answered with a flirtatious “Hello, darling.” He could just stammer out “Hi.” Her friendly laugh set him at ease. Soon they were chit-chatting like old friends – old friends who were eager to get back into each other’s pants. They agreed to meet up for First Friday, when the local art galleries had receptions with food and wine for all comers. Of course, James showed up exactly at 5 (despite never being a model of punctuality), dressed in his preppiest look. Bridget showed up looking like a million bucks, in the sort of well-coordinated alpha-female outfit that made her look like the sort of woman who would rule the office all day, party all evening, and then fuck all night. “Hello, stranger,” she said in her husky alto. James felt like he needed to beat it down right then and there.

They had great fun in the galleries, sipping white wine and nibbling on canapes. James got to show off his knowledge of art, which Bridget enjoyed and found refreshing after the lunk-headed straight guys she had dated. “It is an unfortunate trait of the American male that doing the slightest thing to make yourself more attractive to women is believed to be a sign that you are homosexual,” Bridget quipped. She whispered to him that’s why she thought she needed a bisexual boyfriend.

Skipping dinner, they went back to her apartment. On their own now, they made joyous love in the evening, and again in the morning. The weeks went by like hours. Dinners, receptions, parties, art walks, the theater, they were everywhere together, which seemed odd since they felt like they were spending all their time in bed. James and Bridget quickly became the “it” couple in her social circle. Her friends were thrilled that Bridget had finally found a boyfriend who really “got” her. A few of her gay friends had heard rumors about James’s sexuality, but wouldn’t dare undermine a relationship that was making her so happy. James enjoyed Bridget’s intelligence and sophistication, which other men had found threatening. Bridget found James to have the wit of her gay friends, without their bitchiness, and the horniness of her straight boyfriends, without their dumb machismo. James found Bridget kinder and sweeter than his boyfriends, but also less willing to put up with his crap, which actually helped him grow up a little.

But not everything was sweetness and light. Since he was spending all his available time with Bridget, James had less and less opportunity to hang with his gay friends. While they found Bridget delightful company (James made it clear that he had no time for any bitches who couldn’t handle his new relationship), they realized that she had first claim on his attentions in a way that his previous partners did not. The guys who were in relationships could make for perfect members of foursomes and sixsomes for dinner with the happy couple, but the single guys increasingly realized that James was slipping away from their lives. James now always described himself as bisexual, but inevitably he and Bridget were read as straight, which brought them a lot of unwarranted privilege. When one of James’s redneck cousins congratulated him on “turning straight,” this usually peace-loving man threatened to sock him in the jaw.

But the glories of James and Bridget’s bed (he swiftly moved in with her) overcame all – at least for awhile. She had never known a man so solicitous of her pleasure. (He once joked that he wanted a vial of her scent, so he could smell her pussy all day). In turn, James discovered just how much he loved making love to a woman – so much more complex, so much more fulfilling than he had ever had with a man. And there was pussy! Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy. They enjoyed getting freaky with each other. Bridget had always wanted to try pegging a man, but her straight boyfriends would never have allowed it. Having a onetime gay bottom in her bed had its advantages. A few times, they brought in an extra guy or girl or both into their bed, which was great fun. But they never doubted that the other was the center of their erotic lives.

Oh, and then there’s Karen. In a development that surprised no one who had seen her fangirl worship of Bridget, Karen came out as bisexual and began dating a woman. But after several months, Karen broke up. “Women are too much fucking drama,” she said. “They are good at eating pussy, though.” She went back to her usual heterosexual merry-go-round. With her junk-in-the-trunk, Karen had always attracted attention from black men. She began frequenting a dance club that attracted a lot of black men, especially gay ones. One night, she spotted a tall, slim, muscular black man with a shaven head, dancing by himself. She later said she never experienced such an instant attraction before. She began dancing with him, and soon they were grinding against each other. Karen felt his dick get hard against her, and she was soon anticipating a special treat for the evening. They soon adjourned to the bar, where her dance partner introduced himself as Curtis. He told he was gay and was there to meet men. But they soon established a rapport, assisted by Karen’s R-rated sense of humor. It was getting late, Curtis lived in the next town over, and Karen invited him back to her place to crash. Lying on her couch, stripped down to his briefs, Curtis prepared to drift off to sleep. But Karen insisted on giving him a goodnight kiss, which turned into a goodnight mutual groping, which turned into a goodnight handjob of his beautiful black cock.

Karen and Curtis exchanged phone numbers the next morning. Curtis wasn’t a gold star – he had slept with a few women, though it had been years since the last one. But he realized that Karen was someone special. Before long, they too had fallen into a relationship. Karen had her own Bisexual Boyfriend. The two couples went out a few times together, which was fun and a little awkward when Curtis and James realized that they had once slept together. Inevitably, there was giggling over Curtis’s Big Black Cock and James’s Cute White Ass, which Bridget actually found arousing. But they agreed that a foursome was maybe not in the interest of the friendship, though Bridget protested that it would be great fun.

But after two-and-a-half years together, Bridget and James found themselves drifting apart. Both were eager for a deeper commitment, but not sure if they could live up to it. Bridget had no interest in being some man’s “little woman.” James wasn’t sure if he was ready to commit to the first woman he had ever slept with. So they broke up. Bridget seemed to be having a good time, enjoying a rapid succession of men, James was secretly miserable, mourning the loss of the relationship. He tried sleeping with men again, which was OK, but now felt distinctly second-rate. He found that he was encouraging the guys to give sleeping with women a try. He dated a number of women, which was great fun, and he realized that he really was bisexual, and not just “Bridget-o-sexual.” But the girls quickly grew tired of James talking about the Greatest Woman In The History of The World, so all he could manage was a series of flings.

A year to the day after they broke up, James called up Bridget. They had stayed in touch in a casual way, so the conversation wasn’t unusual. But after the standard chit-chat and gossip, James started sobbing. “I need you, Bridget, There’s no one like you. I miss you so fucking much.” Bridget choked up. “I miss you too, James. The other guys – they’re not like you. I need my Bisexual Boyfriend back.” With half an hour, James was at her door again. The two of them kissed immediately, and made love with a passion only enhanced by their separation.

The next summer, James and Bridget were walking hand-in-hand at their favorite local beach resort. They had gotten ice cream cones, and were cracking each other up by wiggling their tongues at each other salaciously. It was just past 8, and the sun was starting to set. It was the “magic hour,” when the light makes everything seem out of a Hollywood movie. It was wedding season, and James and Bridget were critiquing the different ceremonies they had attended. Too gaudy, too big, too expensive, too self-indulgent. James went on to say, “when we get married, I don’t want anything too extravagant. Just a few friends having a good time. Karen and Curtis, of course, and our parents and our sisters, and…” “When, not if?,” Bridget interjected. James blushed. “You haven’t asked me yet.” James stammered, “Um, do you want to….” “Marry me?” “Um, yeah.” Bridget smiled. “Yes, yes I will.”

So what began with a bachelorette party would end with a wedding.

 

[Peter3023]

Thank you for finding all these. A few I hadn't seen before.