[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]It was a day like any other except this one found me naked and curled up on the sofa next to the guy who invited me home so we could suck each other off and I was having fun doing it. The guy was pretty average - nothing about him really stood out other than his politeness and eagerness. His cock was smaller than my own but perhaps just a bit thicker but that didn’t matter to me and I had told him as much when he started apologizing for not having a bigger dick. I was enjoying him. I’d stopped tasting him due to all the saliva I was making with his cock in my mouth; I’d also lost his scent which was musky and soapy because my nose just clogged up and as it always did when giving head, making it hard to breathe but I’d come up for air every now and then but keeping him good and hard stroking his cock which somehow looked even smaller with my hand wrapped around it.[/SIZE][/FONT]
Is there anything better than having your life long spouse live out your bisexual experiences? She knows ands loves my bi side, that said she and I allow others to experience each other. My buddy and I are suck buds almost on a daily basis and she knows when I crawl out of bed I am most likely downstairs sucking his cock. What is awesome is sometimes she walks in asking if she can play. She absolutely loves playing with he and I as I do. Her tight petite body makes a man want to fuck her and she gets plenty of it. This past Sunday morning she woke up and came down stairs as I was drinking coffee and as usual I am wearing only a bath robe reaches into my robe stroking my dick saying I feel like being a whore today, make it happen. After some phone calls and text messages I had 4 of my buddies ready to come over to satisfy her whorish desires. So now she has 5 nicely hung cocks to fuck her into heaven, I am at a loss to understand her stamina but she handled all of us with ease, her cum soaked pussy and mouth was so incredible to witness and getting to lick the dicks of those who fucked her was truly an amazing day and she was super horned up watching me licking cock and cum after they finished, it was my job to make sure they got hard again. I am truly amazed at how she handled such a long and hard core gangbang, as the whole afternoon consisting of 4 hours, after they all left with their balls totally empty she came over stinking of sex , covered in cum and sore kissed me and said thank you, that was truly incredible and I’m sorry for being a whore, but seeing you suck those cocks makes me this way, the way you eat my cum soaked pussy makes me want more. You made me this way and I love it. As I sat there with a limp dick she walked off to the shower as I proceeded to enjoy my adult beverage and recounting our afternoon. WOW!!!!!!!:tongue:
In the world today, I don't routinely read many statements like the one I'm about to make, so I trust I can courageously share what's on my mind on this blog: I love, appreciate and praise bisexual men! For me, coming to embrace my appreciation for my own bisexuality is to appreciate it in others. I think I appreciate bisexual men the most in how most of us feel the need to keep our sexuality under wraps -- especially as many, many bi men are in committed relationships with women. And yet, all our lives, and even within that devoted relationship with a woman, we so often explore our sexuality to include both men and women. I feel bisexual men especially have to face enormous obstacles in truly claim our sexuality. And I appreciate how some bi men can continue to grow and discover who they are as sensual-sexual human beings. I myself have come out to many close friends and family. And I'm making it a conscious step to share with anyone I know will be more understanding than most. But I still find when I express myself as "bisexual," this can trigger people, and I frequently get theseTMI (too much information) senses in many responses. Sometimes, I find embracing my erotic longings can feel like a lonesome journey. Other times, I feel connected and expansive, full of possibility. Bisexual men have to figure out how to navigate their sexual journey on their own -- there's so few role models to follow. I love how even from within a heterosexual world, bisexual men can exist. I love how men can find and discover ways that help them connect to their sexuality as bisexual men. I feel it takes a great deal of bravery and courage and authenticity and opening up to fully embrace bisexuality as a man. And I think that's so exciting! I'm not sure if women really have it easier or not. I feel many women have to overcome obstacles to embrace their bisexuality too. We all have to overcome what society says is acceptable. And yet, so many men seem to be willing and interested in exploring their bisexual dimension, I feel this speaks volumes in how many bi men out truly there, somewhere. I find bisexuality in men to be one of the most refreshing, liberating and exciting things there is in this sexy world. I myself come from a very hetero-normative world view. I never imagined I would embrace my love, acceptance and appreciation for men and women so fully as I do now. For the most part, I don't really get to express my bisexual interests all the time. I mainly explore online with erotic images and sacred sexuality practices. I'm in a very close platonic relationship with a woman who I can open up and share whenever. So I really appreciate finding Bisexual.com and I visit regularly. To any man (or woman) out there who may feel an inclining of desire to explore his bisexual interests, on any level, even if it's just in fantasy, I love you and appreciate you and think you're immensely courageous and hot, and I wish to offer you my wholehearted support and encouragement and safe passage in your journey as a sensual-sexual bi exploring person. I offer this freely as a means to help me further grow and develop in myself. If you do anything, just make sure you do it with love. [ATTACH=CONFIG]53130[/ATTACH] [ATTACH=CONFIG]53131[/ATTACH] [ATTACH=CONFIG]53132[/ATTACH]
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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I felt his fingers digging into my ass cheeks a bit painfully as he started pulling my crotch into his face harder and faster; my hips caught up with what he was doing and I glanced at him, taking in the stark contrast of our skins as he buried my dick deep within his mouth - and I came, shuddering, shaking, cursing... and trying to figure out why he was so afraid. We laid there gasping for air and I could feel the heat radiating off of him, his whole body flushed a deep red, like he was on fire. When we had recovered enough to talk, I asked him, “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” “I don’t know why I was so afraid,” he said softly. “I still feel a little afraid but I think I’m okay. Yeah, I’m fine - can we do this again?” Neither of us got much sleep that night. He’d gotten over his fear and had asked me to fuck him before returning to his room to grab whatever sleep he could. Between being sucked of twice and then fucking him, when the sun finally rose and I got ready to head to my class, I was pretty much dead on my feet but it was worth it, I felt. But it still bothered me; why were so many white men leery of having sex with Black men? Did any of this really make sense? I didn’t know the answer then and I still don’t know today...[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I could feel his resistance; he was muttering no, that he couldn’t, that I was Black and forbidden... then he moaned as his mouth closed around me, the sound of it sending chills through me, sounding as if he’d just sold his soul to the devil. His tongue flicked across my knob and it was like a switch was also flicked - I found myself holding onto the arms of the chair as he assaulted my dick, his need overcoming his fears. That this wasn’t his first rodeo was apparent as he lavished attention to my dick and balls, slurping loudly, moaning and his face as mask of concentration as he took me deep several times and awakening my own need to suck cock. I stopped him long enough so we could climb into bed - he didn’t seem to be happy about having to stop but he offered no protest as I got into position to suck him and once again using a hand to push his head down. Ah, he tasted and felt good in my mouth as I went to work on him. For a few moments, his body felt tense, as if his fears had returned but he eventually relaxed. I fucked into his mouth and I could feel his body shuddering, his cock twitching in my mouth and in that way that told me he was gonna cum. Most unlike me, I fucked into his mouth harder, driving myself deeper into his mouth and throat. He shuddered, tensed, moaned against my dick - and shot his load into my mouth and there was so much of it, like he’d been saving it up for a long time. I swallowed as fast as I could, catching a hint of the gin he’d been drinking as his spunk coated my tongue. [/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]“You scare me... but I need to suck cock - do you understand?” ”I really don’t,” I said; he needs to go back to where he was sitting. “If I scare you, go ask someone who isn’t Black - problem solved.” ”No!” he said, raising his voice and I almost punched him. “It has to be you! I have to get over my fear!” Oh, okay - now I get it. I’ve heard this before even though it had been a while since I last heard this nonsense. ”You have to help me,” he said and a quick look at him showed how... desperate he was, his eyes red and wild looking. “I’ll do anything you want - just help me. I need to suck cock and it has to be Black cock!” And maybe it was the Scotch I’d been drinking that made me say, “Okay... let’s go - your room or mine?” His reasoning disturbed me but getting my dick sucked sounded good despite this racial nonsense. And my hard cock agreed. We get to my room and he’s so nervous that if I said, “Boo!” he might faint or something. I started undressing, watching him as I did - he looked like a deer in the headlights as he, too, began to strip and exposed a really nice boner that was sticking out through the slit in his boxers. ”Come here,” I said to him as I sat down I’m a chair. “Come suck my dick and ease your fears.” He didn’t want to move from where he was standing but his mind was fighting his body and his body was winning. He sank to his knees before me and whimpered as he reached for my dick. ”Suck it,” I said. “You won’t get over your fear of my people until you do. Don’t think about it - suck my dick. Now.” ”I can’t,” he said - but he was still holding and stroking my cock and I don’t know what came over me but I leaned forward, grabbed his head, and pushed his mouth onto my cock. [/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Another year, sitting in the bar of the same hotel I sat in last year and decompressing from another long day of a mandatory certification class. Normally, I would have had dinner first, then wandered into the bar but the day’s session was strangely brutal going over changes in the regulations. A man comes into the bar and takes a seat, perhaps to drown the sorrows of his own day; I notice him but, eh, probably just another business traveler doing what business travelers tend to do. I was so intent in calming my mind that I didn’t notice that he’d moved from where he sat at the bar to sit next to me, only becoming aware of him when he said, “I would love to suck your cock, but...” His voice startled me, his breath reeking of gin but I recovered enough to say, “Excuse me?” “I want to suck your cock,” he repeats, his face so close to mine that I could see how red his eyes were. “But there’s a problem.” ”What might that be?” I asked, wishing he’d stop breathing on me. ”You’re Black,” he said. ”Wow, damn, I didn’t know that,” I said sarcastically. “Thanks for letting me know.”[/SIZE][/FONT]
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