Part of a running entry of the 2 weeks I spent with the man that finally made me realize that the depths of my sexuality firmly and decisively included men as well as women.
This is just a “quicky” interlude with less background/narrative than previous entries.
If you want to start at the beginning: [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fp2f8g/mm_my_awakening_as_a_fullyfledged_bisexual_and/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fp2f8g/mm_my_awakening_as_a_fullyfledged_bisexual_and/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x)
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As I looked out over the dark, moonlit grounds surrounding Tom’s house, a deep moan escaped my lips. The beauty of the scenery paled in comparison to the feelings now coursing through my body. Tom’s cock was inside me again. I was bent over the railing of his second-floor balcony; the cool late-evening mountain breeze raising goosebumps on my sun-baked forearms and thick pale thighs. But I didn’t feel cold, the heat from the passion for Tom fueled a fire within me that protected against the brisk night air.
Tom pumped slowly behind me; savoring the feeling of my tight untutored asshole. Pulling out slowly when he could feel me lose control and instinctively clench and pushing in deeply when I relaxed and loosened; pausing at the peek of his thrust, letting me bathe in the sensation of being completely full of his cock.
The pace was hypnotic and my rhythmic deep-throated moans echoed over the grass and through the trees beyond; channeling my pleasure and restraining the orgasm-hungry beast raging within me that just longed to wildly fuck Tom’s cock until he came inside me. I wanted to savor this as well and remain perpetually and blissfully on the brink of driving myself over the edge for as long as possible. It was a feeling I wanted to hold onto forever.
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After my newly-freed inner-slut had accosted him on the lawn, Tom and I had ditched our blanket and clothes and retired to the upper deck, lounging under the soft warmth of a gas fire in a pair of Tom’s terrycloth bathrobes. We sipped bourbon and watched the moon rise over the mountains, killing the time it took for Tom to “refuel” with ease. Eventually, the topic of testing status came up; my stomach began to stir in eager anticipation. We had used a condom the day before in the bathroom, which had left me fully satisfied but intensely curious.
I had had a drunken one-night stand scare the last week of spring semester and had thankfully come back all-clean, and Tom had thoughtfully got himself a test a few weeks back “just in case.” It was then that my eyes fell almost instinctively to Tom’s cock poking out of his loose robe, looking all too ready for round two of the night.
I caught his eye and felt the familiar rush of mutual understanding and desire that had precluded every one of our sexual escapades. I felt the warm tingle of anticipation flood through my groin, the dull empty ache of longing spreading from my asshole to my lower back.
“Stand up.” He commanded gently. His voice firm and full of lust. “And come here.”
I obeyed. Letting my robe fall open as I got up and slowly walked my way over; letting his eyes pour over my exposed hairless chest, down my abs to my groin. I watched as the wheels of fantasy spun in his head, considering how he wanted to use me; how he wanted to please me.
When my semi-hard cock was in line with his face, he reached out gently fondled my package. He didn’t jerk me off, but rather cupped my balls and shaft in his hands; tightening his fingers tenderly around the base, tugging me forward delicately. A shudder coursed through my body as my pleasure centers roared to life and submitted themselves fully to his touch.
“Turn around.” Tom directed. I complied, and felt as his hands made their way up my thighs; my muscles twitching and flexing as tingles emanated from my skin where his fingers had drawn their way past. His arms pushed up my robe as his hands grasped tightly into my ass. His hands then found their way up around my slender waist, grabbing me and guiding me in front of him and onto the wide padded teak deck lounger.
Bent over with my face at his feet, he threw the hem of my robe to drape over my back; my shaved bare ass directly in front of him. He started to massage my thighs and ass more deeply, sinking his strong fingers in and kneading away the tight spots. My body relaxed and I could feel my asshole pulsing in anticipation every time he spread my cheeks.
Then suddenly I heard and felt a sharp smack on my right ass cheek and gave an involuntary cry of surprise.
“You like that?” He breathed. Now rubbing the skin where he had struck.
I wasn’t sure yet. It had immediately taken me aback, my defenses promptly ringing warning bells in my head. But as the pain evaporated and was replaced by a pleasant dull warmth, my body and mind relaxed.
“Lemme try another.” I responded, looking sexily over my shoulder and grinning.
He played with my ass like that for a few minutes. Punctuating periods of caressing and massaging with increasingly stronger slaps, reading my lack of protestation as an invitation to proceed. And he was not wrong. To the contrary, being used like that drove my imagination and desire further, lusting even deeper after that delightful mix of pain and pleasure.
Noticing one hand had disappeared from my ass, I looked over my shoulder and saw Tom pulling a bottle of lube out of his robe pocket, an unneeded condom falling to the floor. He held the bottle over the top of my crack and let the cool liquid spill from my tail bone, over my hole and drip down to his crotch beneath.
Putting the bottle down, he gripped his cock with one hand, slowly greasing up his bare shaft. With the other, he ran the side of his hand down my crack, sending waves of pleasure through my body has he passed my hole, my hips reacting immediately as my back arched, pushing my pelvis up and towards him.
Then I felt his still slightly slippery hand grab my waist above the hips and guide me backward, my knees bending on either side of his legs as my shoulders raised and I sat back into his lap.
As I lowered, I reached back and grabbed his rock-hard, pulsing cock – ready to burst with the lust that had been building as he played with my ass. I felt the tip against my hole and paused, feeling the uncovered soft skin of his tip against my highly sensitive asshole. I felt his hands pull me down slightly, and I loosened my hole and gave my weight over to him.
“Holy Shit!” I gasped. I didn’t realize I had been holding my breath. Pleasure flooded through me as my ass lowered slowly and smoothly downward, my cock stiffening to near-breaking point as Tom’s seemingly endless cock filled me to deeper and more pleasurable depths. Nothing could have prepared me for what It would feel like to have a raw cock inside of me. With the condom, Tom’s dick had competency and agency, but felt still somewhat impersonal. Without, I could feel him inside me, the subtle pulses and twitches of his cock, the warmth and silky texture of his skin as he slid deeper and deeper inside me.
We stayed like that for a few seconds, him hilt deep in me sitting on his lap; me, trying to contain the wild feelings rushing through me, my ass flexing and adjusting to his presence. When I was sure I wouldn’t just blow my load at the slightest movement, I stated to lift my hips up. Tom took the cue and lifted my waist, guiding me now slowly up and down on his cock.
My eyes stared blindly up at the sky and soft moans – punctuated by occasional yelps of unexpected pain – started to issue involuntarily from me. Feeling all of a sudden way too warm, I ditched the robe and sat down fully on Tom’s cock, slowly rocking my hips forwards and back, feeling his cock pushing slighting up and back as we explored the limits of and pleasure points within my hole.
As I could feel myself reaching the brink, my rhythm started to quicken, instinctively building toward climax, but just as I was on the point of no return, I felt Tom’s hands under my ass, swiftly pulling me up and leaving that empty longing feeling in my loins as his cock slipped decisively out of me.
Fuck-drunk and head swimming, I collapsed forward, back on my hands and knees; chest heaving, hips bucking involuntarily and legs shuddering as the ecstasy ebbed and flowed through me.
Tom got out from under me, stood up- letting his robe drop to the deck – and grabbed me once more around the waist. He led me, half-stumbling over to the railing. His hands worked me like a rag doll, placing my hands on the banister in front of me, pulling my hips up and my back down to flatten my ass to him and spread my legs.
I let him control me and submitted myself completely, using my muscles only to stay firmly in how Tom had placed them. As I stared down at the grass below, I felt him behind me. Running the tip of his cock fluidly up and down the inside of my crack, pausing and pushing on my hole softly with each pass. And then with one swift push he was inside me again, his hand softly around my throat and his lips at my ear.
“Don’t feel the need to hold back.” He said. “No one can hear us.”
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