It had been a week since Tim and I played. I couldn’t stop thinking of his dick in my boi pussy. I loved how good it felt and wanted more of it. It was a Saturday and I couldn’t take it anymore. I walked over to Tim’s house unannounced. When I got there, I saw there were no cars in the driveway. I went ahead and knocked on the door. Nothing but silence in the house. I waited thirty seconds and knocked again, still - silen...

“What the fuck,” Tim exclaimed, “look at the mess you made, asshole!” I looked at the front of the couch. It was covered in my cum. Tim jumped up and ran to the basement bathroom. He returned carrying a damp cloth and a dry towel. “Clean it up, bitch,” he commanded, throwing me the towel and rag. I wiped up the heavier pools of cum, with an end of the dry towel and began using the damp cloth to scrub it up. Tim had left m...

Two weeks had gone by and I had not talked to Tim. I had seen him around school and the neighborhood, but we only passed casually saying hi or nodding at each other. I thought maybe he was done with me. I was for the most part happy. There was an underlying sadness though that kept nagging at me. I would lie in bed every night and think about sucking his cock. I would end up jacking off, thinking about him throat fucking...

Tim, and I left the woods and walked home as if nothing happened. I was dying inside. I hoped that it was a one-time thing, however, I also had enjoyed our sexual play in the woods. Tim had manipulated me into sucking his cock and I actually enjoyed it. Thoughts of what we had done, ran through my mind. I was starting to get hard but said nothing to Tim. “Well, here we are man,” I said, “time for me to head toward my hous...

I was raised in a very strict Catholic family. I was always attracted to girls and never thought about doing anything with guys. The mere talk of homosexuality in my family was immediately silenced. When I was eighteen, that all changed. Near where I grew up, there was a large wooded area on the outskirts of the neighborhood. My friends and I would often run around there playing as kids. When we were older, we would sneak...

Six Years ago my wife and I met Carl and Allen on a swing site. We all became fast friends and we came to realize that Allen was bisexual after he kept hitting on me on the swing group. I confessed to Carl, that I was bisexual and that I had experimented when I was younger. I finally gave in and began flirting with Allen. My wife had known for a long time that I was bisexual and had experimented in my youth. She would oft...