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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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While I felt not so much with women as I couldn’t stay hard when fucking them. I would get in and I wouldn’t feel anything, no intimacy and feel myself softening up as compared to with guys I felt I would never stop orgasming. [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]

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