It all started when I was a young teenager. I found some really hard core porn and, like so many other men, I got to watch two men fucking one woman on tape. In my youthful enthusiasm I studied the video over and over for years, watching every stroke as I jacked off and then came in my hand. It became a wonderful fantasy and a way to get my rocks off. Over the years, my idea of "normal" sex was sex where two men gave all of their attention to one woman. Of course, my idea of hot freaky sex was watching two women get it on, which I love thinking about nonstop as well. I told my wife Debbie I really am built that way - that I would thoroughly enjoy the naughty, kinky, taboo parts of that sort of arrangement and that I would eagerly sit by and watch as she fucked the hell out of men and women and enjoyed herself - as long as I could fuck her afterward and eat her pussy and clean up the other men's sperm. I wanted to be her little cum slut and to be in charge of giving her all the pleasure and cock she could ever desire. I pulled her pants down and gently licked her hole as she pushed her mound against me as hard as she could. It only took a minute or so before she was gripping the chair and trying to quietly groan while an orgasm rocked her body. I stuck my cock in and fucked her - the whole time I said "ooh how does it feel to have another man's cum in you? I am going to shoot my fucking load in your hole" and stuff like that as she literally purred with approval. That night, I felt like I got permission from her to make it happen. I unzipped my pants and said unapologetically, "Damn George, you should fuck her to see how good she feels inside" and then I started to undo my pants and whipped out my cock so I could stroke it. She looked at me with an odd look - one of pleasure, fear, lust, gratitude, apprehension, all rolled into one. It was HOT. George tore off his shirt and unbuttoned hers; He undid her bra and started to patiently nibble and kiss all of the skin on her that he could find. While he kissed and massaged her boobs and neck, I gently undid her pants and got the bottom half of her body naked. She did not fight me, not even a little. I started licking her pussy and I'm serious here - I have never in my life found a pussy that was more wet, hot and ready to be fucked. I sucked greedily on her pussy juice and watched as George took off his pants and offered up his cock to her mouth. I sat watching her, from my spot on her vagina, as she greedily grabbed his cock and started to wrap her lips around it. She is an expert cocksucker, and I just imagined how good George was feeling right at that moment. I watched her lips form perfectly around the head of his cock, and it turned me on. My dreams were literally coming true in front of my eyes. She sucked his cock and alternated between looking up at him and looking at me eat her pussy. We exchanged knowing loving glances and I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. Thing is, it was just about to get even better for me. George pushed her back and said "Baby if you keep that up I will come and waste a good load." I took my cue and backed off of her to take a quick break. He got in front of her and started licking her pussy - I came around front and offered my cock to her. She took it in her mouth and started licking and sucking it like the expert she had always been. I was totally unable to control myself so I quickly pushed away from her to avoid shooting my jism down her throat. George started to do a little bit of manhandling on her. He grabbed her and flipped her over, and then lifted her up and "gently" f***ed her into a doggy style position. He took his cock and slowly pushed it into her as he kneeled behind her and they started fucking. She literally gasped and moaned as his cock slid in the first time. I sat on the blanket in front of her, Indian style, very close to her face. I leaned over and stuck my face in her face and started kissing her on the lips - as George fucked her from behind we bumped into each other with every stroke and it felt awesome. She pushed away and motioned her mouth to my cock so I scooted closer and she started sucking my cock as George was drilling her from behind. She started to crease her forehead in some sort of crazy look of "distant concentration" and then with a very low growl started cumming uncontrollably. She almost collapsed off of her knees as she convulsed with his cock still deep inside her. It was unreal for me to watch this from here - I make her come all of the time, and I feel her pussy convulse around my cock or my finger, but I have never seen her react like this. She clearly enjoyed George's skilled cock and this was exciting to me. I wanted to be the man who was cool enough to let her fuck other men, and I was getting my wish. George and I had talked about a few things, so he knew about what I wanted to have happen for my part of the fantasy. He stopped for a second and said to me, "You, lay on your back. Debbie, you lie on top of him and stick your pussy in his face." He had us both in a 69 position now, with me on the bottom. I said, "Baby, don't make me come, be careful sucking my dick because I am about to explode!" As soon as I said that, I saw George's cock coming toward my face. He slid his cock into her pussy and slowly started fucking her. My tongue was under her, at the top of her pussy as he drilled her, his cock just a half-inch or so away from my lips. Each time he drew out, I licked her gaping open hole, and each time he buried his cock into her pussy, his balls pressed against her pussy as I greedily licked it. It was driving me crazy. He was glistening with sweat, she was glistening with sweat, my tongue was all over them, and she was making the hottest, most a****listic grunt I have ever heard from a woman. Stroke by stroke he fucked her as pussy juice and pre-cum flowed out of them and into my waiting mouth. He stopped suddenly - as if to avoid an orgasm. I froze, Debbie froze. A few seconds went by and he started again, more slowly. This twitching caused a large amount of pre-cum to flow out of his cock and into her pussy. As he drew out, I greedily drank it up. I love the way sex tastes. He stopped two more times before suddenly speeding up and cried out in a loud grunt "uggggh I am cominnnng!" as I watched his balls tighten up, an inch from my tongue, and his cock pump uncontrollably into my wife's hot pussy. He stayed tense for a minute as the wave of orgasm subsided for him. He slowly pulled back and as he did this, a huge amount of fresh, thick, white man-cum flowed out of my wife's pussy and onto my tongue. I greedily licked and swallowed it. I glanced up and saw George feeding his cum covered cock to Debbie, saying "That's it, clean me off, good girl, oh you suck cock so good. You are good little whore." What a fucking payoff. He lay down next to Debbie, exhausted, and Debbie kind of rolled off of me toward him. I quickly flipped around so that I was laying on her right and George was laying on her left. We both propped ourselves up and started cuddling and kissing on her very sweaty and glistening body. I have never in my life been more sexually satisfied than at that moment. We laid there saying nothing for a few minutes, catching our breath as a song played on the jukebox. We were both getting hard again. George started kissing her and I immediately went back down to her pussy. I licked and lapped at it until I was satisfied that I had eaten all of George's cum from between the folds of skin and from her asshole area - I did not want to miss even one drop (and I like licking her asshole.) Then, I slipped my cock in her pussy, only to find out that the inside of her pussy was warm, wet and slipperier than I had ever felt any pussy in my life. George's seed was now my lube, and it felt awesome. All I could do was laugh, so I did. Then I got too excited and shot a huge, streaming load of my saved-up cum into her pussy. I immediately pulled out and started licking her pussy, drinking up the combined sperm from George and me. It was unreal. While I was eating the come from her pussy, George was nibbling on her tits and she was playfully stroking and touching his cock. She had the coolest look of satisfaction on her face. I imagine she was at that moment savouring how it felt to be served by two studs like some sort of sex goddess. This was good.
Electricity. I use that word a lot to describe that surge that goes through my body. It starts as a tingle from that point of contact, and like the branches of lightning, spreads through the rest of my body. But it doesn't always spread quickly and with a crack of thunder. Sometimes it's just the low rumble of thunder deep in the clouds, the type that's comforting, that rolls in with a gentle summer storm at night as you drift to sleep. Instead of that hit of electricity that dissipates just as quickly as it came, it's the drop of water in the pond that causes ripples that turns into waves. The waves don't always have to crash to shore, sometimes just rolling in gently is just as satisfying. It all starts with a touch. Fingertips to skin, lips on lips, no matter where, there's a point of contact. That point seems to be changed forever. I can close my eyes and still feel his kiss, the softness of his lips, my hands in his hair, his hands on my skin. All the energy in my body condenses to that spot, the front of my lips, where his touched mine. Without consciously thinking about it, I roll my tongue around in my mouth, and I remember the way he tasted. And in that moment, I yearn for it. Not for the sex, not for his skin, not even for his touch, just simply for that look in his eyes and his kiss. That warmth, that slow rippling electricity, that feeling of fullness in my soul, travels from my lips and over my body, from deep inside, out to my skin. It lands in several spots: down to my toes, along my back where his fingers skipped over my skin, my nipples harden under his phantom licks, to my pussy tightening and releasing under it's own accord. The orgasm surprises me in a slow creeping way. I relax, my breath deepens, and I enjoy the ride and the memory. I touch nothing, in fact, I cease to exist entirely. I am nothing but a ball of light, getting all of my energy from the memory of his lips. When I'm restored to a corporeal form, I'm afraid to open my eyes. In my mind, I'm remembering the look in his eyes, that deepness in them, and perhaps the reflection of my own light. Instead, I squint at the florescent lights of my office. When the phone rings, I'm brought back to reality entirely, and I shake off the memory before answering.
[COLOR=#FF0000][/COLOR] I FOUND THIS ON MANY DIFFERENT INTERNET SITES.. THEY LOOK VERY FAMI[U][B]LIAR [/B][/U]!!!
I was a 16 year old delivery boy for a local cleaners and in a state of constant horniness. My girlfriend at the time loved to jerk me off and let me touch her but would not suck me or let me fuck her. She did let me cum all over her wonderful tits though. I never really looked to any guys before. I began to deliver to an older gentleman who was the superintendent in an apartment building with an apartment in the basement. We got to talking on my deliveries to him and he asked if I could come and help him with some moving things around in his apartment and he would pay me for my time. I was always looking for money to spend on dating so I agreed. I came over on my day off and we moved a few things around, resetting his rooms and after a while we both were sitting on his bed. He asked if I wanted a drink. He had some wine. I liked wine when I tasted it at family functions so I said yes. We drank and talked about my love life although I can't remember exactly how it got around to that. At one point he put his hand on my thigh and I didn't move it. His hand slowly moved up and between his getting closer to my crotch and us talking about my sex (or lack of) I got hard. He finally had his hand on the bulge in my jeans and the way he massaged me had me breathing hard in no time. He asked if he could see my cock and before I knew it he made me stand and he undid my pants. He pulled them down and my underwear and I stood there with my hard cock pointed at his face. He wrapped his rough hand around it and stroked me, making me moan. He asked if I wanted to feel how it was to get sucked. I was in a trance and all I could do was nod my head yes. He wrapped his lips around me and his tongue danced all over my cock head while his hands squeezed my ass cheeks. It didn't take long and I came so hard in his mouth and he swallowed my cum. When I caught my breath he stood up and undid his pants. His cock was not very long but it was hard and much thicker than mine. He took my hand and put it on his cock and I just wrapped my hand around it. It was very warm and I instinctively started to stroke him. He was super excited and in no time I felt his cock throb as he shot his load onto the floor. That was the first of several times we met. Each time he would suck me off and I would jerk him off. And he would pay me for my time. I guess I was a whore! But it gave me extra cash and experience I did not have before. Better yet, I still have those vivid memories to this day, more than 40 years later.
So I've noticed that since I've gone from just fantasizing to actually being with a guy that I seem to go through times where I can take it or leave it and then times when I just absolutely crave being with a guy!!! During the down times I'll occasionally think about it and if the opportunity presented itself I wouldn't turn it down, but it seems like about every other month or so I can't stop thinking about it till I satisfy the urges. Regardless of how much I stroke myself or get off on my trusty 6" dildo, the cravings don't go away until I get the real thing. Ironically, I'm fully versatile and enjoy top and bottom, and it doesn't matter which one I get as long as I get some :tongue: Does anyone else go through cycles like this or do you just love the cock 24/7 ?
As a frequent business traveler I find myself in different cities around the country. Recently on a trip to Atlanta I found myself alone and super horny but I have always been extremely careful when I find myself looking for a partner. Knowing that a vast majority of like minded men are like me and are very discreet and careful I am used to finding these horny souls and getting my needs met. Being in my mid 50s I try to stay in shape and work out regularly and most business travelers do the same or at least the like minded men do. Working out out in the Hotel excersise room I was all alone until this tall muscular guy came in and we said hi and he began his routine but I noticed he had earbuds with him but didn’t bother putting them in and as we talked we became comfortable with talking politics, sports and anything under the sun. As it turned out he was a new hire for n engineering firm in town for training and meetings. I said I too was an engineer and we started talking shop, and learned he was from Texas and as a civil engineer he would be traveling a lot but missed his home state. Still not knowing his orientation I said well I am spent and need a shower and time for an adult beverage. He said the same however he invited me to share a drink with him in the bar after we showered. I showered and went downstairs to the bar and he was already there, we shook hands and ordered food and then things took an interesting turn. After a few drinks he I guess was feeling comfortable enough to ask me what I did when I got horny traveling so much, I laughed and said what don’t I do. He smiled and said really? I told him I travel with my trusty suction cup dildo and love riding it when I travel. He laughed and said that’s very cool and admitted to the same thing. As the evening progressed we learned a lot about each other and the drinks made us all the more honest. Enjoying the conversation he openly admitted to being bi and it was hard for him to find like minded friends, I actually was surprised that he said that and was pleased as well. So here we are both married and both bi so what would be next? He he kept asking me how I liked my suction cup dildo and I said I preferred the real thing but in the absence of a real cock it works great. Going for broke, I told him I was game for some man fun if he was, he smiled and said say when, now I said. He laughed and said I can’t believe this but let’s get to this, we paid our tab and decided to go to my room which was on the same floor as his room. In my room he was kinda of shy at 1st so I told him, listen we are here for the same thing, relax and let’s have some fun. We got undressed and and revieled our cocks and he was grinning ear to ear seeing my hardon, seeing his package made me all the more horny , holy shit he had a nice thick cock and his balls were huge. I cradled his balls and swallowed his cock whole as he moaned and we fell into the bed 69ing and holy shit the precum he was leaking was awesome. He asked me if I wanted my dildo and I said no I want your cock. As he rimmed me I was laying there enjoying his tongue on my ass and then I handed him some lube and he gladly lubed me and his cock up and as he guided it in my legs up in the air wrapped around him and forced him in. He worked his cock for a few minutes but couldn’t hold back and asked if he could cum in me, I said what the point in fucking if you can’t cum, he unloaded in me and apologized for cumming so quickly but my ass felt so good and he couldn’t hold back. I told him the night was young and he will get another round. As his cock got soft he said if you want to empty your balls in me I am game, so he got on all 4s as I lubed up his ass and my cock and being as gentle as I could he pushed back hard against my cock as it slid in and he moaned so loud I thought the next room heard us. And I unloaded deep in his ass. Laying there he was smiling like a kid saying that was fantastic. Not wanting it to end we showered and worked our cocks into another frenzy and I got my reward when he blew his nut juice down my throat. He spent the night and upon awaking we were we were both hard again and we fed each other our morning loads and parted ways as I had to catch my flight.
For years I have been looking for a bi women who can understand that I am bi. I dated one for a while, but she moved away and we tried the long distance thing, but it didn't work out. I have checked out different sites, including this one, but I know there are more bi woman who are local. Anyone have any suggestions? I know a couple of other local bi guys in the same situation, so I don't know if it is just something with Minneapolis, or if this is widespread.
Well, I'm new here and uncertain about what I am. I don't see men the way I see women. I definitely like women, but the question is, do I also like men?? Sometimes I imagine being a woman and being fucked by a man. I get turned on just typing this. I have had gay experiences when I was a kid/youth, but nothing special. I also don't know what anal sex is supposed to feel like. Would I enjoy it, or would I regret it for the rest of my life?? Would my self-image be damaged? I can't imagine that the girls/women I've been with would have accepted me if they knew about my "desires". I have had these homosexual thoughts for a very long time. Sometimes when I see a good-looking man he sort of drives me crazy, but this feeling subsides within a couple of days. For example, when I was still in school there was this good-looking guy. I looked at him and felt "weird". I knew it was because of his looks. But I don't think I wanted to be sexual with him. When I see an attractive woman, however, I do want to be intimate with her on some level. At least I can imagine being so. I was at the hospital a couple of years ago and this new patient came into my room. We looked at each other for what I felt was longer than usual and I felt like he looked almost at the bottom of my soul. I thought he could see that I was sort of attracted to him, just because of the way he looked at me. I sometimes fantasize about this guy. He wasn't muscular or anything, but he was older than me. Much older. He was almost the type of man I could have imagined having sexual experiences with. Many times I think that I just want to cuddle with an older man, a man where I feel sheltered. Maybe I even want to kiss him and more, I don't know. I'm almost certain that I want to explore. My father was always very strict with me and he wasn't around for very long, so maybe that's why I want to explore what it feels like to be with an older man. Being close to one, I mean. What I fear is that men would want to exploit me sexually. I can be pretty weak-willed. I fear that I would give in to sex too easily and feel like I'm being raped. I hope that there are some good gay/bisexual men out there who respect other people's boundaries and who don't just want to have sex! That's it for now. I'm pretty sure I'll write more or edit this entry later on. It felt kinda good to write all this.
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