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How I Came To Be Bi Part 3

"The final part of this journey to find who I really am."

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"Unlike Parts 1 and 2 which were in fact 95% true, Part 3 is only 40% true. I'll let you the reader which 40%. I hope you have enjoyed this series. Not only has it been a joy to share my story, it has had therapeutic value for me, of opening up and presenting the new me. Thanks for reading and please don't be strangers. I love to chat. I welcome all feedback, positive and otherwise. Thanks again Bimark aka Mikayla"

Many months had now passed since that night I moved through that crossroads with Eric. He left the morning after and sadly I haven’t heard from him.

I was a changed person. I was hooked. Something had triggered my inner slut. The only thing that I knew for certain was that I wanted more. More lingerie, more toys and more boys.

Leading into the New Year, I purchased lingerie and toys online. The postie, who had hardly ever had to deliver a parcel here was delivering them several times a week. Each delivery found me eagerly ripping the parcel open and trying out my purchases.

Christmas came and went, and early in the new year, I was on my pilgrimage north to catch up with friends in Ballina and Byron Bay. I had been going north for several years now to catch up with close friends who had left the hectic Sydney life and had settled in the much more laidback Ballina.

The previous year I had gone to Broken Head Beach and had found it wonderfully less crowded than the beaches around Byron Bay. It had become quite a hot day, too hot to stay on the beach after two o’clock. My friend didn’t finish work till five, so I drove up into the National Park with the aim of getting some good photos.

As I drove up the winding gravel road, it suddenly went to tar with a small, tarred carpark off to the left. There were seven or eight cars parked in it. Thinking it might be a lookout, I grabbed my camera and walked over to the sign. There was no lookout, as such, but I followed the trail down through what looked like rainforest, capturing some interesting images. The track opened and in front was a fantastic vista. From where I was, there was a glorious view of a smallish, isolated beach.

Intrigued, I moved further down and saw that the open sand merged with a rainforest fringe with dozens of Pandanus trees edging the beach. Amongst the trees I could see several coloured towels where people were sitting in the shade.

As I got closer to the beach, I could make out the people and they all appeared to be naked. I saw a couple of girls and an older couple, but by far there appeared to be a lot more men strolling around in the nude. I was thinking that this was a perfect solution to the afternoon strength of the sun.

I had to leave but planned on returning the next day.

I told my friend about my discovery, and he burst out laughing.

“I wouldn’t go there ever!” he said still laughing.

“Why not?” I asked, a bit bewildered.

“It’s a gay beach. You’re likely to get your ticket punched on Kings.” He giggled.

This was well before I had crossed that trail with Eric and had no interest in guys whatsoever.

“Bugger it. Why does the best beach have to inhabited by poofters?” I exclaimed in frustration.

I didn’t go back to Kings Beach.

2025

I had subscribed to Sniffies, a gay cruising app, and posted profile pics of me in panties. I had several approaches but always chickened out of hooking up.

I thought Kings Beach might be my answer. Semi-public, others around, certainly it seemed safer.

It’s an easy eight-hour drive from my home in Sydney to Ballina. This year I couldn’t stay at my friend’s home as he had relatives from overseas visiting. So, it was with a degree of irony (I am 67) that I booked into the Youth Hostel in Byron Bay.

The hostel had 3 varieties of accommodation, all male, all female and mixed. The mixed accommodation was generally allocated to overnight and short stays. When I checked in, there was only one other occupant, a woman in her forties, who seemed pleasant enough and was only staying the night before continuing north.

I rose at six AM out of habit and made a bee line to a bakery that also sold coffee and sandwiches. I enjoyed my breakfast at Main Beach watching the early morning beach runners and yoga devotees before deciding to grab my beach gear and head to Kings early to get a parking spot.

Twenty minutes later I was in the car park, surprised at the number of cars already there. Soon I was on the track down to the beach. As I set foot on the beach, I saw quite a few early birds walking the beach, sitting talking or just gazing out to sea. I stripped down to my tiny blue boy shorts swimmers (think AFL players in the 1970s); I was still a bit apprehensive about going naked, even though everybody else was.

As I made my way down the beach, I saw that all the shaded spots appeared to have already been taken. I was considering just setting up on the beach when I spied a level spot at the top of the dune. It had a solitary Pandanus tree to one side. I headed towards it and understood why it was available; it was a bit of work climbing the short track up to it.

But it was perfect. Level, covered in short grass with views up and down the beach. This was the spot for me. I laid out my towel, unpacked the sunscreen and water bottles and sat there taking in the view. I watched a tall bald man in a fluro pink thong walking up from the water and disappearing to my right, thinking he was just returning to his spot. I continued gazing out at the rock reef just offshore, when I heard someone walking behind me.

I looked around and saw the man in the pink thong walking past, he nodded a greeting and continued. I got up and had a look — there was a track in the sand running parallel to the beach that dipped and rose with the dune. It certainly looked easier than the goat track I had used. I followed the track and as it dipped and turned under a canopy of overhanging branches, I came across a couple of young guys. One was on his knees fervently sucking the cock of the other! I nodded quickly as I passed them and continued down the twisting track but only 30 or 40 metres past them were three older men jerking each off with another two just watching and wanking.

I hadn’t any idea what to expect here but this took me by surprise.

Taken aback, I made my way down to the sand and began walking the length of the beach. About halfway along I slipped off my swimmers and joined in the freedom of nakedness. It was exhilarating! Sure, I had skinny dipped before but always in private; the excitement of being seen naked was sublime. I began to chub up to a semi and enjoyed the glances, and the open ogling, at my body.

As I returned down the beach, I made sure to scramble up the dune to my spot, still not wanting to walk the back tracks. I lay face down on my towel and basked in the rapidly warming sunshine. I must have dozed off as I was stirred by an accented voice telling me.

“You should put some sunscreen on.”

I made to roll over to heed this advice when the voice said, “Don’t move. Let me.”

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I saw an arm reach down and pick up my spray on sunscreen, then felt the coolness of the spray hit my back.

“It’s best if it’s spread evenly,” the voice said. I felt his hands gently moving over my back.

“Thank you,” I said with not just a bit of nervousness to my voice.

“I might as well do your legs too, if you want me too,” he said much more quietly than before.

I just nodded my head. His ministrations to my back had felt so good, I didn’t want it to end.

He sprayed each leg, one at a time, and spread it up and down the leg. His hand movements felt like massage this time, rather than just spreading the lotion. Without saying a word, I felt him spray my buttocks and his hands began caressing and squeezing my cheeks. I was deliriously enjoying his intimate touch, and I was hard as.

A finger brushed over my boi pussy, back and forth, pausing and pressing before continuing. With no sense of control, I moaned and whimpered at each touch and probe.

“You seem to like it,” he whispered, lowering his mouth to my ear.

“Should I stop now?” he asked.

“Nooo! Keep going!” I growled.

I heard the snap of a lid being opened and I felt the sudden chill of lube being applied to and into my boi pussy.

“Up on all fours!” the voice commanded. I raised my body onto my knees and adopted a very submissive pose with my chin resting on my towel.

He pushed his finger in, I moaned and moved it about. Then he added another, I groaned, spreading them to stretch me. And finally, a third that he began moving in and out of me in a long slow motion. My boi pussy hadn’t been invaded since Eric, months before, and those feelings came flooding back as I squirmed and purred.

The fingers withdrew and were replaced with his soft yet firm cock. He eased himself in, pausing just enough for me to adjust several times, he then started with long, slow strokes reaching further into me each stroke. He was certainly as long as Eric, I judged, but not as girthy, making it easy for me to encourage him by thrusting my pussy back at him.

He started to build up his tempo, faster, harder. Hitting that magic spot within me. I felt that comfortable ache start to build within me and a sensation like really needing to pee. He was pounding me hard and fast and without warning I came all over my towel. His cock suddenly stopped withdrawing as he jammed it in hard and held it there.

“Ugh!” he grunted, and I swear I felt him hose his tiny swimmers into me. It felt like litres of cum had flooded my boi pussy. Then I felt the sensation of warm rain on my back. I had been so into it that I hadn’t noticed the two wankers from the track earlier. They had seen our lovemaking and had come in close to watch. It wasn’t rain. It was cum. Their cum. I then knew without doubt, that I was a cumslut.

My unknown lover, who I hadn’t seen but for his arms, eased himself out of me. I collapsed onto my stomach, panting, trying to recover my senses.

“Fuck that was hot!” one of the wankers exclaimed as they moved off along the track.

I turned to thank my serendipitous unknown lover, but he was gone. I had not even seen his face.

I lay back down, resting in the sunshine, with cum drying on my back and leaking profusely from my boi pussy. After ten minutes or so, I clambered down the dune to walk over the sand to the water. Everyone I came across gave me a knowing grin or nod, watching this cum covered and leaking cumslut drag him/herself across the beach and into the water to rinse off.

After washing the cum off me, but with it still leaking from me, I climbed the dune and sat there to dry off. My cum drenched towel was of no use. I must remember to bring a second with me next time.

I made my way back up the ridge to the car park and back to the youth hostel. Going back into my room there were two others that had moved in.

A young — late twenties, early thirties — Dutch couple. They were Anna, a tallish blonde with sky blue eyes and very small, almost non-existent breasts, and Kose, a very tall and fit looking man with scraggy blonde locks and piercing blues eyes that hinted at mischief. We introduced ourselves and decided to relax with a beer at the pool.

Modesty must be a lost ethic in the Netherlands as they both peeled of their shorts, tops and underwear in front of me to get changed.  Her bare breasts were indeed almost imperceptible, in fact I probably would have filled a bra much better than her.  Anna put on a very “nearly not there” blue bikini and Kose, facing me, folded his long cock into a very small Speedo like bikini bottom. I was agog. Between Anna’s tiny breasts (now my favourite) and his impressive cock, I hadn’t moved a muscle. I had just stared at them both.

She laughed and told me to stop ogling them and get changed. I went to go to the ensuite to change but Kose told me that it didn’t bother them and to change where I was. I’m still not sure what I was more embarrassed about, my rapidly hardening little clitty or the lacey green panties that I was wearing. I removed my T-shirt and lowered my shorts, trying to take my panties down inside them, but they snagged on my knee.

I was left with my stiff clitty and my panties around my feet. I was ready for a barrage of comments making fun of my situation.

Kose looked at me and said, “Nice panties, but I’m not sure about the colour.”

Anna smiled sympathetically and quietly said, “Pink or blue would suit you better.”

With great relief I thanked them for their acceptance and caring.

“It can happen to anyone.” Kose laughed.

I pulled on my tiny swim shorts and rearranged myself. We grabbed one of their six packs of Corona and headed to the pool.

We swam, drank (another two six packs), and ate a home delivered pizza till the pool area closed at eleven o’clock. Party groups were still in full swing in the common areas. I was a bit pissed (as in buzzed) and excused myself to go for a shower and bed.

I heard them come in while I was still in the shower, Anna yelled out that she needed the toilet and could she come in. I told her it was OK. I heard her come in and then the sound of her urine splashing out in a torrent.

“Fuck!” she exclaimed. “I’ve just pissed through my bikini!”

Suddenly she pushed her way into the shower and stripped off the “nearly not there” bikini.

Before I could say anything, she said, “There’s nothing we both haven’t seen already. And besides, are you sure you don’t want more sunscreen spread evenly over you?”

I was gobsmacked. “What do you mean by that?” I stuttered.

“Well,” she continued, “Isn’t that what Kose said to you at the beach?”

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