Swinging for the fences

This is a collection of my memories and life experiences as a bisexual male making his way through life. Talking to other bisexual people, we described it as a cycle, or like a pendulum on a clock. Not like so many assume where we just want both genders all the time, it is more like we want the one we are with. For me personally, after a relationship with a woman spits up, I want one with a man, and vice versa. Albeit, with a few exceptions.

Laying there between his lower thighs, him on his knees, I wanted more; I needed more. I had to taste this beautiful man’s semen. Rolling my head back, I could see his cock hanging there, a glistening drop of pre-cum forming at the end of his foreskin. I inched my way towards him, his flaccid flesh meeting me just above my right eye. Turning my head, a bit, allowing it to slide down my nose and across my cheek and over my upper lip, trailing sweet sticky pre-cum as it did.

Finally, he crossed my upper lip to find my tongue waiting to lick the golden nectar from him. Sucking him in my mouth, I probed the folds of his foreskin, enjoying the salty, sweet taste of his juices. My tongue swirling around between his foreskin and head. I took him all the way in, my now nose buried itself in his balls as I swallowed his flesh down my throat repeatedly, allowing the muscles to massage his now growing prick.

Soon, his engorged member was more than my throat could handle. Pulling away asked him to stand up. I wanted to be on my knees. Stepping back as he stood up, I scrambled off the bed and positioned myself in front of him on my knees, only to bury my face in his crotch again. I loved the salty taste of the dried sweat that coated his balls, only to be freed by the moisture of my saliva covered tongue. I licked and teased his sword with nothing more than my tongue and lips. Less engorged now, I took him into my mouth again and swallowed his head down my throat, fully exposing it from the foreskin again.

I cupped his balls once again in one hand while squeezing his ass with the other until I gripped the base of his thick, veiny shaft in a circle created by my thumb and index finger. The restriction in blood leaving his cock made it swell even larger, the veins more pronounced, the foreskin and head more sensitive. Teasing him with my tongue while providing light suction and I bobbed up and down, twisted side to side and moaned with desire.

His hands moved to the back of my head. While not applying pressure, he controlled the tempo and depth. I looked up to see his amazing green eyes looking down at me. He quickened the tempo as the length of motion got shorter and shorter. My eyes stayed locked while his cock became harder and hotter. Sensing my prize would soon be awarded but wanting to enjoy the feeling of his flesh in my mouth, I released my grip on the base of his shaft.

Moaning in frustration Steve says, “don’t stop, I’m so close to cumming.”

Pulling his cock from my mouth to lick and suck his balls again, I reply, “I know, but now you know how it feels when you stop me from sucking your cock.”

“You are a tease. Aren’t you, you little faggot?”

“Mmm, I love it when you talk dirty to me and call me names.” I coo between sucking his balls and licking his shaft.

“Then get that cock back in your mouth and finish what you started, you fucking whore.”

Regaining my chokehold on the base of his meat and devouring his cock again, it immediately returns to its turgid state. Working him harder, faster, and deeper than I had previously, again, looking up at him for approval, his manhood swells even larger. Throwing his head back, he grips what he can of my short hair, moaning as his cock explodes in my mouth.

Pulse after pulse of sweet, salty, slightly bleachy tasting cum fills the spaces in my oral cavity not occupied by his flesh. Some seeping out between his throbbing cock and the seal created by my lips, oozing down my chin. Feeling his cock spasm in my grip, I swallow as he continues to squirt rope after rope of semen into my mouth.

Looking up still, he relaxes his grip. I know I spent him. Bringing his head back down and looking me in the eye, I release the shaft of his now empty cock while it slowly deflates itself. Knowing how sensitive it is, I stop the motions of my tongue on its head, while fully engulfing it and pulling back repeatedly in such a manner that I milk every drop of his essence from the now flaccid shaft.

He pulls away. I wipe the mixture of sperm and saliva that trailed down my chin with my hand and lick it from my fingers. He stands there for a few moments; me kneeling in front of him still as if waiting for his cock to spring to life again until he bends down and gently pulls me up to stand in front of him.

“Did you enjoy that as much as I did? You crazy slut?”

“Probably more.” I reply. “I’m sorry, I just love sucking cock.”

“Well, you are great at it. That was one of the best blowjobs I have ever had.”

“What, you mean it was not the best? I not I guess I will have to try harder next time.”

“In that case, it wasn’t even close to the best. But I love the fact that you swallow, so that is a plus.”

“Who am I to waste what I have been given? I mean, if I wasn’t going to swallow, I wouldn’t even start.”

Pulling me close, his hands cupping the cheeks of my ass, his spent cock trailing a bit of wetness on mine as I am pulled to him. He kisses me once again. Our bodies pressed together. I felt as if I was melting into his flesh, as I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him even tighter.

The porn was still playing as we laid on the bed, him on his back, me on my side next to him. I run my fingertips through the curly red hair covering his chest and abdomen. Internally taken aback, because I didn’t feel dirty or wrong about what we had just done, instead I felt an internal peace that said this was good and right. We laid there like this for what seemed like forever, while lost in my thoughts, but was just a few minutes as he regained his strength.

Steve breaks the silence, saying, “I must pee, and I’m hungry for something more than that sexy ass of yours. Let’s shower and go get some food.” Getting up from the bed, I follow him into the bathroom and start the water. As he pisses, I notice how he pulls the foreskin back to expose the head. I fantasize about him spraying his stream of piss all over me as he calls me names and degrades me, showing his dominance over me. I snap back to reality when he asks if I must go to. “Nah, I always pee in the shower. I mean, why waste the water, and I don’t care who you are. The urge always hits in the shower.” Before standing and releasing a stream of urine into the toilet.

Grabbing shampoo, soap, and a washcloth, we step into the shower. He wets himself under the water after I soak the washcloth and work the soap into it. Maneuvering around me, so I am now under the warm, wet spray. He takes the shampoo, pouring some into his hand before lathering his hair. I rub the soapy cloth across his chest and abdomen, down to his waist. I gently wash his cock. Bringing his arms down, he takes the cloth and says, “let me show you how to do that since I know you aren’t familiar with uncut men.” Pulling the skin back I watch in awe as the cleans around the head, carefully cleaning around the crown and folds of flesh. Before quickly scrubbing his armpits, then the crack of his ass as he turns away from me, handing me the cloth again. I gently wash his back, down the firm cheeks of his hairy ass and to his legs.

Performing the shower dance once more, we switch places and I lather my hair. The cool air coming in around the curtain gives me the uncontrollable urge to empty my bladder. Not thinking, I just let it flow. “Hey, you just pissed on my foot.” Embarrassed, I respond, “oh god, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. But what did I say always happened in the shower?” “I’ll let it slide this time, but next time I’ll get even.” With a mischievous grin, he quickly washes his foot off and steps from the shower, telling me to hurry. He’s hungry. I finish washing myself and step from the shower, drying myself as I leave the bathroom.

I find my panties next to the bed, slipping them on as I look for my jeans and the rest of my clothes and flip-flops. Now fully dressed, he opens the door, checking to make sure the coast is clear. We leave the room and walk to his truck.

We opt for fast food, not wanting to be seen together in public lest we draw too much attention. As he drives, I ask, “where did you get that video from?” “From the adult video store over on ______.”

“Really? I’ve never been to an adult video store. What’s it like?”

“Well, let’s fix that. I’ll park in back. After I go in, you come in a few minutes later. Okay?”

Nervously I reply “okay”

“What’s it like? What do they have in there?

“Of course, videos. There are magazines, books, sex toys, body oils, lubes, many adult things.”

“What else?”

“They also have booths where you can watch videos.”

Just then, he pulls into the parking lot behind the store. “don’t worry, just explore it. Have fun. We don't want to make it look like we are a couple. I’ll keep an eye on you, and when you are ready, take the change from the cab ride, get some tokens, and go to the video booths. I’ll meet you there.” “Remember what I said earlier. Be willing to try anything twice. Well, this is once.” With that, he opened the door and headed inside.

Waiting, I was on high alert. I had to look like a junkie looking to and from seeing who was watching. Mustering all my courage, I opened the door, hit the locks, and closed the truck. “No turning back now I said to myself.” Opening the back door, walking inside, the bright lights of the shop, the scent of cleaner mixed with the odor of incense greeted me. Looking around, I sauntered to the magazine rack. There were periodicals I had never heard of or seen, along with ones I was familiar with. I drifted to the toys. Dicks, dongs, dildos, plugs, strap-ons, ropes, cuffs, all manners of different phallic shaped devices. I was relaxing, regardless of the number of other people browsing the store. Making my way to the oils, lubes, body paints and novelties, I passed the lingerie, wishing I could wear some of it myself.

The last section was the videotapes, all their covers displayed in row after row like a conventional video store. I stated with women only, then men only, moved to male and female, past the woman on woman, browsing intently at the male on male, amazed at the variety. Next was the fetish section, beginning with bondage and torture before finding things I had never known people were into, but delighted when I came across pissing videos, then finally finding what they termed tranny porn. I had heard the term before, but never in my wildest dreams had I thought about beautiful sexy women with cocks. God, how I want to be one.

Seeing Steve make his way to the video booths, I followed suit and got a handful of tokens from the machine before opening the door and stepping into an entirely unfamiliar environment.

Slinking through this darkened area, I could hear the distinct screams of women, along with the moans of men, the telltale soundtrack of music that accompanied virtually all porn of that era. Also, my senses were assaulted with the scent of sweat and sex, punctuated by the odor of a stronger industrial cleaner. I noticed guys of all ages milling about, including ones with a sure-fire military haircut. I also sensed that what goes on behind these doors in this dark space is not spoken of outside of here, except in hushed tones with those that are present. Finding the face of my companion, I follow him past some of these people as they issue a knowing grin of what is about to happen unbeknownst to me. A few of which offer a grope of my body or ass as I slip past them one by one. I feel dirty, excited, apprehensive, turned on, even slutish as I follow my partner.

Noticing the red light above the doors just as Steve opens one that is not light, ushering me inside. As I would learn in later adventures, this was a larger room than most. It had a solitary long bench like structure, a tv screen with channel and volume controls beside it, and a slot for tokens, and what looked like a simple window with a blind. Sitting on the bench, he pulled me onto his knee whispering in my ear, “are you okay so far?” I nodded I was. Inserting some tokens, the screen came alive to a man with his tongue licking a woman’s pussy. I stared in awe for a moment before Steve whispered, “find something you like.” Flipping slowly through the channels, I sensed Steve’s penis growing larger against my ass cheek. Coming to rest on a scene that depicted a man with an enormous cock fucking a woman that had a cock just as big.

“Nice choice.”

I stared slack jaw in silence at what was happening on the screen before finally whispering, “I have seen nothing like this before, its amazing.” His reply “which one do you wish you were?” "Without thinking I responded “her.”

My erection was becoming more pronounced as it strained against my jeans. I could feel the wetness of precum on my skin as Steve rubbed my cock through my clothes. “Get those pants off, you little tramp! And leave the panties on.” After standing and sliding off one flip-flop, then the other, slipping my jeans down and freeing my feet, one of them came to rest in a puddle of cum on the floor. “Oh my god, I just stepped in cum.” I whispered. Steve snickered, “well that’ll happen sometimes.”

When Steve pulled me back onto his lap, I noticed he had undone his pants and now sat there with them and his under ware around his ankles. I should have been grossed out by the cum I stepped in, but the thought that I was standing in a total stranger’s sperm secretly turned me on.

Feeling my partner’s now fully erect cock pressed against my ass as he reached around to massage my panty covered penis. Sitting there and grinding my ass against him like an animal in heat. I wanted this man inside me again, here, now, in this darkened booth at the back of some seedy adult video store. “Put your cock in me. I want to ride you right here,” I whispered. “Stand up and bend over.” he said.

Doing as I was told, he pulled the panties to the side and buried his face in my ass again, tongue punching my asshole as he spread my cheeks more and more. “Spread that ass open, skank, and hold it there.” Doing as I was told, I got lost in the feeling of his tongue’s assault on my brown-eye once again. But I could feel movement behind me and soon felt his face replaced my a hand accompanied by the coolness of a glob of lube that was smeared on and worked inside of my most guarded place. Reaching between my legs, grabbing his now slicked up cock, I lined it up with its target while moving ever closer to the hot, swollen head. Just as it made contact and began the slow process of burrowing into me, Steve handed me a small bottle and told me to inhale deeply.

Trusting him, I did as I was told. Suddenly the room spun, my vision blurred. It flooded me with a warming sensation throughout my entire being that relaxed me to my soul. I lost control of my legs, impaling myself on his fully erect cock. No pain at all, just the euphoric sensation of floating accompanied, and the wonderful feeling of fullness that I so desired in my anal cavity. And an intense underlying tingling and numbness ran through every inch of my being as I ground my ass against his cock, now buried balls deep inside me.

Reaching around, under the waistband he freed my growing erection pulled from the satin and lace that covered it, beginning to stroke me slowly and firmly. Soon, my movements on his manhood buried inside me matched the speed of his hand. Just then, a little red light flashed on the wall. I assumed it meant we needed more tokens for the video. “Do you have more tokens?” I ask.

“There are plenty in there already.”

“What’s that light for?”

“It means there is a buddy in the booth next to us that wants to watch”

“What?” Somewhat excited by the idea of letting others see me getting fucked by this amazing man.

“This is a buddy booth. If I press this button when the light is flashing, it opens the curtain and lets the person on the other side see us.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, if you don’t mind a complete stranger seeing you get fucked like a bitch, then press the button.”

Pressing it, a curtain slowly raises itself, exposing a man standing there with a semi erect cock in his hand slowly stroking himself. I look at his face for a second, then immediately at his now growing cock in amazement.

“Play it up, have fun, show him how much you enjoy this.” Steve whispers in my ear.

Closing my eyes, I roll my hips more and more, grinding harder and harder against the cock invading my body. Raising my hands to run my fingers through my hair, I bite my lip, moaning with delight. Moving them down my body, I slide them back up under my shirt and across my chest, watching this nameless “buddy” increase the speed of his hand as he jerks off to the show, I am putting on for him. Running my hands down my legs, around my knees and up my inner thighs, tossing my head back in ecstasy again. He is stroking hard and fast now. Looking him in the eye for a second, I twist a bit to look at Steve, saying “fuck me, fill me with your cum.” As the words exit my mouth, I realize how turned on I am, and how much I truly want Steve to fill me with his seed.

Moaning in pleasure, my cock throbs as I shoot a wad of cum into the open air that lands with a silent splat on the floor where it mixes with the sperm of countless other guys that have been here too. Our neighbor shoots a load too that he directs at the floor of his booth while my orgasm pulses a second and third time, but barely oozes out, sliding down across the hand that is stroking me. “Cum for me baby, I want your cum in me I whine.” Bringing his semen covered hand to my mouth he asks, “are you sure you want me to cum in that tight little ass of yours?”

Licking my spunk from his fingers moaning, I reply, “fill me up, I want you to in me.”

Feeling his cock throbbing and pulsating, I grind against him even harder. Feeling my pelvis rubbing hard against his pubic bone, he breathlessly says, “fuck I cumming.”

“That’s it baby, give me that cum, fuck me.”

He pulses a few more times, and I know I have again spent him.

Looking at the stranger, he smiles, reaches for the button on his side and slowly the curtain comes down.

Clinching my muscles, I slide off the now slowly shrinking meat sword that has just assaulted me. Turning around, I carefully squat down, keeping tension on my ravaged bunghole lest more of my partner’s valuable semen seep from where it was deposited. I slurp his cock into my mouth and enjoy the taste of his cum mixed with the juices that my body has mixed mix with it until I am satisfied that I have fully cleaned his prick.

Swiping a hand between my cheeks, I feel the distinct wetness of semen that seeped out. I slide my hand through my crotch, rubbing it onto my skin before milking the last drops from my pud that rub around the base, around my balls and across my lower abdomen.

Slipping my penis back into its satin and lace confines, I take my jeans from the bench, sit down and carefully slide them on, making sure they don’t drag themselves through the DNA on the floor. I am less careful with my flip-flops, purposely stepping in puddles of spunk I say to Steve, “yeah it’s gross, but is a kind of turn on too, thinking about what things happened here to make someone cum on the floor.”

“I’ll meet you at the truck he says.”

“Okay but give me the keys. I locked it so I couldn’t turn back halfway across the parking lot.“

“Jokes on you. The driver’s door doesn’t lock.”

Slipping out of the place, I can feel the slickness of splooge mixed with lube squishing between my cheeks as I do the walk of shame in front of strangers issuing looks that say, “I know what you just did.” I just smile and nod none the less.

After sitting in the truck a few moments, Steve emerges. Getting in, he starts the truck and pulls out of the parking lot. 

Breaking the silence he asks, “well, what did you think?”

“Umm, it was not what I was really expecting, but I liked it.”

“Did you like it enough to do it again?”

“Yes, with one exception.”

“What is that?”

“The stuff that I inhaled, yeah, it made me feel great for a few moments, but I also felt like I had lost control. Not to mention it gave me a splitting headache.”

“Okay, fair enough, that is a hard no then.” “I’m sorry if I hurt you. I should have warned you, but I got lost in the moment, too.”

A few minutes later, we arrived back at the hotel. Again, checking every step of the way, we made our way back to the room. Steve stripped to his boxers. I followed suit and kept on just my panties, and we slipped into bed together. Placing an arm around me, he pulled me close, placing my head on his chest before turning out the light. I fell asleep listening to the relaxing sound of his breathing and rhythm of his heartbeat.