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There is nothing better than making love to my wife, Encounters with others are "recreational sex." In that context, we recently had a fabulous experience. We are both Bi and enjoy swinging and participating with each other during Bi experiences. A few weeks ago, we met a Bi friend (male) for three days in Las Vegas and were joined by another friend (a straight male). My wife has known both over ten years and I have known them over 8. The straight friend, while being comfortable with Bi activities taking place around him, had never participated, maintaining that he was totally straight.

As it turns out, the straight friend disclosed his curiosity, saying it stemmed from the one time he had been stimulated by a vibrator. It was about 7 years ago when the wife had used an almost pencil-thin anal probe and hit his prostate.

Deciding to satisfy his curiosity, the wife pulled out her strap-on and attempted to penetrate him. He was excited, but despite copious amounts of lube, his tight little hole refused any access. The next morning the wife declared that a trip to the adult store was in order. While there, among the purchases was a set of two vibrating eggs with a single control. That night changed his life.

As play progressed, she got out the lube and was able to insert the vibrating eggs in his orifice. His grimace turned into a Cheshire Cat grin and he savored the exciting new feelings he was having. After a while, he was standing next to the bed I was laying on when I positioned myself with my head near him and partially hanging over the edge of the bed. I told him "Now that the ice is broken, come here." I pulled him closer, straddling my head as I engulfed his soft, and previously "for women only cock."

Sucking softly and using my tongue to stimulate his entire member and lick his ball with him still in my mouth, we began hearing those moans and groans so common when one is experiencing ecstasy through the ministrations of another. As he continued to grow, he became more and more involved, rubbing my chest and telling us how good it felt. In the meantime, the wife pulled out the Hitachi Wand and began stimulating is ass while the vibrating eggs furnished internal pleasure. My sucking and the wand exponentially increased his excitement and he began to push back against the head of the wand. He got more and more involved, laying across my chest and taking hold of my cock, pumping slowly. Pushing more and more against the wand, the vibration and pressure began to relax his sphincter and, ever so slowly, its bulbous head moved into the previously "exit only" tunnel.

With the heightened excitement of the moment, I began emitting precum which he noticed while pumping my now rock hard cock. As he hesitantly licked the moist head, while pushing back, the bulb of the wand entered him and made contact with a vibrating egg. It was like an electric shock running through his body. He let out a deep, loud moan, his balls tightened, and he let loose a stream of cum while deep in my throat. I wrapped my arms around his legs, holding him tightly and his shuddering orgasm continued. I kept him in, slowly sucking as his cock softened, draining him, but keeping a bit without swallowing. The wand was removed, we separated, and he attempted to stand up on wobbly legs, but need this arms on the bed for support.

With the vibrating eggs still working their magic, I turned around and kissed him, probing his lips with my tongue and transferring some of his cum to him for his tasting pleasure. His eyes widened and a perplexed crossed his face. I'm not sure if he was shocked at having been kissed by a man or his first taste of his own cum. Soon his Cheshire Cat grin returned as he expressed awe and wonder over his experience and new found pleasure.

As the wife sought to retrieve the eggs from him, his sphincter resisted and she had to reapply the wand to the outside to relax it enough to release the vibrating orbs. His countenance turned to a wan look bordering on disappointment as the last bit of stimulation was removed from his shivering body.

He can't wait until or next trip so we can further his bisexual education. It was a joy and a pleasure to have had the opportunity to ensure that another's (especially a good friend's) first time was a positive, desirable experience that left them craving for more.

Anyone in the Harrisburg Pennsylvania area want to me the bi M in a MMF situation? Any Females up for some fun ?

I have been horny all morning, thinking about the steam room/sauna mentioned in an earlier post. I remember seeing a well built guy, about 30, sitting on a bunk, stroking his long, hard cock. Naked of course. It was doubtless an invitation for someone to suck his cock. I was unsure of myself. When I came past a little later a much older guy was on his knees, between the man's legs, sucking that delicious looking cock. It really was so hot to see. And I missed my chance!

I am watching a video of two naked young guys. One is bent over a kitchen bench, stroking his hard cock, as he takes his friend's hard dick deep in his ass. I love watching twinks fucking.

I want to be outdoors. In a forest or at a beach. Naked, on my knees, a well built younger man before me, fucking my mouth. Treating my like the cum-slut I want to be. His beautiful girlfriend dressed in a bikini, watching at me in disgust. Finally he shoots his load of cum into my cocksucking mouth. I suck his meat until I have every drop.

I am watching a video of an old black man, very well built, with an enormous cock. He is naked while a younger man is enjoying sucking the black guy's hard cock. It is just so erotic. Who could resist his sculpted body and enormous dick. I want it in my mouth. I want him to fill my mouth with his cum.

As my other posts show I love sucking cock. The best part for me is at the end when the cock I'm sucking is extremely hard and swollen and ready to cum. Then I love feeling the cock go over the edge and throb in my hands and mouth as hot, thick, delicious cum shoots into my mouth. The feeling of that throbbing and the cum in my mouth has been enough to make me cum sometimes, but knowing I pleased that cock to the point of giving me my reward is a great feeling. I always swallow my reward because it also pleases the guys (some who have wives who do not swallow) and I feel I deserve that delicious meal I worked for.

A short post, but now after writing this I want to have a load. I wonder if I can get to one of my regulars or, maybe, find someone new. I love finding new cock (a rarity lately as many do not follow through) that I need to learn how to please and taste their load. Haven't found a load I didn't like yet.

My wife never 'catches' me looking at porn. I look at porn, she'll occasionally check out what I'm watching. If you've read anything I've written here, you'll know SHE knows I'm bi and is fully on board with my sexuality.

I was on Xtube a couple weeks ago. My current porn tilt is on public stuff...but surreptitious. Like during concerts and stuff. However, my tablet had me looking at understall stuff due to autocorrect and not finding what I wanted. This led me to a particular poster over there who's rather..prolific. I hadn't realized you could get that much accomplished.

Mel glanced over at the screen and said, "huh...I bet the other guy's knees hurt." I hadn't really thought about it, but I guess she was right. "Looks hot though. You ever try that?" I commented that I hadn't. Gloryholes, sure...in bathrooms, sure, but never under a stall. "I'd be cautious." That was sort of her way of saying, "you should try it, but with a friend."

The following weekend my friend Al pulled his seven inches, still dripping, out of my ass from inside the stall at a local state park's more remote public bathroom. He'd tried underneath it, but even with the higher gap area he wasn't, in his words, "As young as he used to be." He'd gotten a leg cramp almost a stroke in, so he came over to the stall I was in and finished the business.

It'd been barely risque at all. The day was kind of crappy, hardly anyone there, and only one person had come in the entire time...right at the beginning when I was blowing Al under the stall. They'd used a urinal, washed their hands and left.

Yesterday saw me back in the park. The area with the particular bathroom is pretty remote, and has the best trails, so I was doing a morning 5 mile hike out there.

The day was going to be beautiful, and the wife and I had planned to do a big get-together in the cul-de-sac that evening, so I was getting my 'me' time done in the morning, communing with nature and whatnot. I was all done with my stroll along the trail at around 9:45 in the morning, and as I came back around where the truck was parked, near the same bathrooms from the week prior, I noticed a state forestry vehicle parked by the small building.

I finished off my water bottle and headed to the bathrooms, both to put the bottle in the recycling and to void myself of what it was pushing through. The place is small and well kept, with three metal sinks to the right and paper towel dispensers to the left as you walk in. Walk further, and you'll enter an area with three stalls on the right and three urinals around a corner.

I took the closest stall to the sinks, per that MythBusters episode and started doing my business. I really didn't have any backside stuff, but hiking moves stuff around, so I wanted to be sure. I'd just about finished peeing when I heard a cough from the stall next to me.

The guy had been deathly silent. I figured the state forestry guy had been out checking trails or something and I'd had the place to myself until what I could only imagine was a 'courtesy cough'.

I checked my watch to see what time it was and how far I'd gone, hearing him apparently finishing up with what he was doing. The toilet flushed next to me as my watch read "6.72 miles".

A moment later, I saw two knees come under my stall wall. A thick, fully erect 7.5" nestled in a neatly trimmed area of dark pubes followed a second later, already a drip of something at the tip.

"OK..." I thought. There was no way this was random. I'd told Al I was going here today, maybe he set something up? I got onto my knees for a closer inspection.

The skin on the man's legs was tanned dark, but his shaft, sack and general groin area were generous shades lighter. The shaft was thick, in all directions, and veins coursed through it like an exaggerated drawing of a cock. Like when a guy who's already pretty veiny wears a cockring. It was intense, and I wanted it for all the sexual reasons as well as for my sexual trophy case.

His head was smooth as I wrapped my lips around it, licking the slit where the drop..which I now recognized was a tiny bit of leftover urine..went onto my tongue and down my throat. He tasted like the faintest hint of sweat under Irish Spring.

I brought my hand to his heavy sack, finding that while he trimmed his groin area, this was fully shaved. I stroked the area, feeling his pulse race under my lips as well as my fingers.

If you've ready anything else I've written, I'm not a deepthroater. The angle of this wasn't too advantageous, either, so the best I could do for him with his thickness was trace the roadmap of veins down the top three to four inches of him, letting a generous helping of spit trail down around the rest. Since I needed to lean on a hand, I only had one left and that was on his balls.

My work wasn't for nothing. Every few seconds, a pulse would come through him, bringing a healthy drop of salty precum onto my tongue. I could feel it rolling all the way down his shaft, like a conveyor belt.

His voice finally emerged maybe three minutes in, "I wanna fuck." Not so much a demand, but a request that more or less led there.

I pulled off of him to give him the bad news, "I didn't bring any lube. I'm kind of tight." A split second later and some rustling, a small bottle of astroglide was next to his right knee.

I went back onto him, taking the brand new bottle, peeling the seal off and applying some to me. I worked a finger in, bearing down slightly then started a second one. When I thought...hoped...I was close enough, I pulled off of him. I pooled some in my hand and worked it onto him down to the root.

My cramped position made it a relief to get into a squatting position over him. I felt him brush the entry to my bowels and bore down as I lowered. It took a couple of tries, but the third time I felt him pop inside, my awkward pose and angle letting him in a bit further than I'd planned, almost an inch past his frenulum. I gasped at the sharp pain and burning that accompanied the violation, but bore down quickly to alleviate it.

"Oh yeah." his voice came from the other side. I started moving down further, and felt him slide forward a bit more, sort of limbo-ing under the wall and presenting a more straight up-and-down angle. I worked down a bit more and quickly felt my ass cheeks hit his thighs.

He was even harder inside me. That same pulse I'd felt with my tongue and lips ground against the ring of my asshole and made it hard for me to concentrate. I started moving up to try to take my mind off of it. When I felt just his crown inside me, I lowered back down...slowly...until I was at the base again.

Again, his heartbeat was insane. It was like he swelled to half again his size with every pulse. I started a regular rhythm up and down on him, which I would have loved to be in time with the blood flowing through him, but couldn't have come close to the pace.

Particularly when the pace picked up. He started to get involved with the frequency, pressing upwards as I came to the bottom and driving himself deeper. I felt this on my prostate, milking a line of fluid out of me that would trail to the floor, only to break as I went up off of him.

"Yeah" his voice started to break a little as the pace of his heart rate, still apparent in his shaft, went even faster. His breathing was following suit, almost gasping. It was between these gasps that he let me know how it was going to end, "Yeah. I'm...I'm gonna blow. I'll tap your ass when it's gonna...gonna happen. Fuck soon... Just sit all the way down and take the fuckin' load."

I kept going at my same pace, letting him come up, shiver slightly and bury there. It was only three or four strokes later that I felt his hand tapping my left cheek relentlessly. I sat down, hard, until I felt the hairs of his base against the sensitive nerves of my asshole's ring.

He grunted, and for the thickness he generated with his pulse, his cumshot was almost painful. He grabbed my ass, pulled down as each wave came through. Inside, I'd feel him swell, all the way to the head, then deflate for a split second before the next one came through.

I'm not sure how long he came for, but it felt like minutes went by before I felt him noticeably decrease in width. From that second, it was only a handful of breaths before an almost tiny, flaccid prick popped out of my ass, dropping a few opalescent puddles behind it. "That was fucking awesome" came his voice again.

"Yeah, it was" I said.

I sat on the toilet as I heard him stand up and start cleaning himself. I just wiped off the excess lube and anything that would trail down my legs.

I exited the stall about the same time he did, and got my first view of him. He was maybe 5'4", bald shaved head, brown eyes to compliment the brown hair he had all over his body and his brown Department of Forestry uniform. It was a face I'd seen on a cruising site for the area, never really hooked up as I didn't feel we were on the same page in the bedroom area.

We both were at the sinks before he spoke again, "I saw you and your buddy here last week. I thought about joining in then, but wasn't sure about it...wasn't sure about today either, but man, that was hot last Saturday...haven't been able to stop thinking about it. Thanks for that."

I laughed, "Thank YOU! That was one of the most interesting things I've done in a while."

"What do you say?" He continued, drying his hands, "Next weekend? Or maybe some other time?"

I took his card and told him it'd be a definite. I've got a season pass to the state parks, I imagine I'll need some help from some of the employees.