[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]He protested, said he couldn’t take another sucking and that he wasn’t gonna get hard again and I ignored him because his cock was, indeed, getting hard once more and I took a great deal of pleasure taking him like this and with a finger shoved into his ass, hearing him cry out as he once more spilled into my mouth. Later, as I made my way home with a belly full of his sperm did get around to “answering” the question of what I was doing and that was what I’d been doing for almost all of my life: Sucking cock, eating sperm, getting sucked and feeding someone my sperm and loving every sinful moment of it.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]To be truthful, I hated moments like this but I also enjoyed them because it made me pay attention to the sin we were committing; it made me pay attention to something other than his mouth on me like how exciting it was to see how the color of our respective skins contrasted against each other as well as seeing a truth and one that asshole that lived in my head was still trying to deny. I was getting close; even if he couldn’t feel those tremors, I could feel them and I think I told him I was gonna cum because he tightened his grip on my ass to hold me still and started working his mouth on me furiously until my cock swelled, I stopped breathing for a split second, then gasped as I shot my load into his still-sucking mouth. I wanted to close my eyes, to feel more than see... but the asshole kept them open as I shuddered and shook through my release, making me see the sinful act being completed and watching him studiously working to swallow every thick drop I had to offer. It was so exciting to see, too; for once, I was glad I got distracted so I could bear witness to the fruits of his labors as he took from me what he wanted to take and that I wanted to give him. It was so exciting that when he finally sat up, I shoved him onto his back and fell once more upon his prick to get it hard so that I could keep sinning and swallow more of his salty seed.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]He was making me feel very good but that damned distraction did its job, making me not really be into it but had me lying there watching him with almost clinical detachment as he sucked my dick and occasionally sucked on my balls. There’s a white guy I met maybe an hour ago now and he’s happily sucking on my cock and the pinkness of his tongue as he ran it along my shaft and circled my knob was just fascinating, as was the fact that his face was even redder than it was after he had shot his load. Our eyes meet and I could see his hunger, could see the lust burning in eyes that were oddly a bit browner than my own. And for the life of me, I somehow couldn’t figure out why he was enjoying it so much any more than I knew why I was enjoying it. Men weren’t supposed to do this, let alone love doing it... were they? Of course they were and he proved it by sliding his hands under my ass and trying to coax me to fuck his mouth and while my mind had an objection, my body as hell didn’t mind as I began to gently fuck into his mouth, enhancing my pleasure while, I thought, giving his neck muscles a break.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Despite the distraction, I didn’t miss a drop of his cum, easily holding his short prick fully in my mouth until he was finished and started to soften and I was already thinking about either not stopping or giving him a break and suck him off again later. I released him and sat up, feeling my muscles protesting from having been in that position and not moving much. I looked at him - his face was flushed a very deep red and I could feel the intense heat flowing off his body as he smiled at me, shook his head for some reason, then proceeded to push me over onto my back so that he could get at the erection I had that had been hidden by my body. I sighed as his mouth covered me, sliding wetly down my shaft until his nose was buried in my pubic hair; I suppressed a giggle as he gagged once, then again trying to do to me what I had easily and effortlessly done to him just ten minutes ago. He didn’t barf on me - but I thought he was close to it - and he backed off and began sucking me in earnest, his breathing harsh and ragged, sweat flying off of his face and forehead as he worked his mouth and tongue on me. And my asshole mind was still asking me what the fuck was I doing and didn’t I know I wasn’t supposed to be doing this? And as I always did when this annoying thing happened, I ignored it and opened my eyes to watch him sucking my dick and noticing that he was much better at it than he had said he was.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Time had slowed down; even though I’d only been sucking him for just over six minutes, it felt as if I’d been blowing him for an hour or more. He was getting close, though; I could feel those pre-cum tremors I’d read about years ago in the dirty books I’d swipe from my father’s not so secret stash; they were racing along his shaft and I was giddy with the thought that it wasn’t going to be too much longer before he popped his cork. He started to fuck upward into my mouth, which was hard for him to do since he was sitting and because I had a good grip on the base of his cock to delay his release so I let go of him and held my head still to accommodate his shirt but urgent strokes. He’s moaning, groaning and cursing while calling on Jesus and if my mouth hadn’t been full of his dick, I would have been smiling if not laughing. His strokes into my mouth grew erratic, the tremors running up and down his shaft so fast his dick was literally shaking in my mouth; I felt his cock swell, hear him gasp... And that damned voice in my head asked, “What are you doing?!” It wasn’t like I’d never heard this before and I knew it was my moral compass pitching a bitch with me for once more breaking all of the rules but it distracted me just long enough to make me lose focus and I wasn’t quite ready to receive his spunk as he fell over the edge. There was an awful lot of it, too; he’d been truthful when he had told me that it had been a long time since he last got sucked off and now I was playing catch-up as rope after sticky rope of warm cum shot into my mouth, forcing me to swallow faster than I had originally intended to.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[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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