In Part 1, I told the story of how I sucked my first cock. Part 2 relates how I moved very quickly to find out what being a real bisexual meant by getting fucked by a man. I just had to know what it felt like to have a cock sliding in and out of me. I asked Ron (whom I had just sucked) if he would like to fuck me but he said he was not into fucking men. He...
Point of view is important in a story. This story deals strictly from the wife's point of view from learning about her husband is bisexual and how she should deal with it. This started off as a normal Saturday; I did the routine chores in the morning and a couple of loads of laundry. When the morning was half over Jim, our neighbor, showed up to watch the g...
Jarrett sat down at his desk, relieved that the first day of classes had ended. He looked over the left-side, his side, of his dorm room. His bed was neatly made. His books and some food products were carefully spaced on the shelves above. His desk was clear except for his laptop. He had gotten some paper from the floor's resident assistant to cover his bull...
Hair: black, long, straight as the trajectory of sinking moon on a hot summer night. Face: young, narrow eyes, stubbled, tanned by the sun of unwholesome lusts. Chest: narrow, hard, graven like pale stone. Jeans: faded, ripped, packed full where it matters. The smoke swirls and he looms in the door like a bone in the soup of desire. Behind him the night is...
Rob whispered, "We have company," as he moved out of Danny's arms and walked across the room. "Huh?" Danny wasn't aware she had come. He hadn't been aware of anything, but Robbie for the last half hour! Watching Rob walk across the floor, he smiled. He would never get tired of that view! His hard ass, long strong legs, broad shoulders. Or, he thought, the...
My friend Marcus and I entered the building and caught the elevator to the basement floor, and when the doors opened we looked at each other warily. The hallway was extremely dim from what we could see, and for a moment I considered letting him go in by himself. "Are you sure this is the right place?" I asked. "Of course. 69 Appleton Street. Apartment B-5,...
Again, thank you to those that have taken the time to read and comment on my stories so far. Your comments, good and bad, have been much appreciated. I still have a few more stories to tidy up and post and when that is done I shall embark on some new stories so please keep reading and (hopefully) enjoying. UK_Dreamer. * The Truth Will Out. It had been a...
Disclaimer: This is a new story I'm working on. I plan to write in smaller chapters so I can push out new material more frequently. I do my own editing, so disregard any mistakes. All characters are 18 years or older. I'm appreciative of any and all feedback. Thanks! ***** CHAPTER 3: Nick finds himself running back for more. I was only asleep for a couple...
I hurried back to my room, grabbing my toothbrush, lube and condoms, stuffing them in my Nike back sack. It was chilly so I put on my super fitted long sleeve T. My balls must've known they were gonna see some action, because they were rolling. I jogged to J's. As I turned the corner and looked up at his window; it was dark. I slowed my jog and then saw him...
Tay Jay circled the room. Plasma TV, view of the park, Mardi Gras tiles on the kitchen floor, custom made cabinets, large walk in closets in the bedrooms. "This has everything," he said trying not to emphasis his astonishment. "I like it." The penthouse had a large open living room that felt like being inside a menagerie. The private pool reflected blue shar...