From: "Sam Mather" <smather@pacbell.net>
Subject: Dave: A Bi Story
Date: 14 Jul 1997 01:18:49 GMT
Organization: Queue Network
A Bisexual Encounter: To Dave
San Francisco
It started as a phone conversation between myself and Dave, a guy I hadn't
met. He
described himself as Lt. Brown hair, blue eyes, clean-shaven, about 5 ft. 9
in. tall, weight about 170. He said he was 27. In describing myself, I
relayed that I was also 5-9, 160, Blonde / Blue, and clean-shaven. I
explained that my hair was down to the middle of my back, in a kind-of
Calif. Surfer way. I was 33.
After about a half hour on the phone, I was getting anxious to take my
chances and see if we might be able to work something out between us. It
was Saturday night, and we had nothing better to do. Dave was almost too
cynical about the ordeal, almost to the point of declining. So I changed
my tactic. I just asserted myself,
"When are you coming over? We're both bisexuals, and we're hot for each
other..." said I.
You dropped what you were doing, even though it was 1AM, and rushed across
town. I waited for you. I heard the deep throated sound of your vehicle,
and went out to let you in. When I opened the door, you were parking your
motorcycle, a jade BMW. Just as you turned to come inside, the wind blew a
gust and down went the bike, crashing against the side of a Japanese car.
"Oh, fuck!" you exclaimed, a look of horror across your face. It made you
look vulnerable, and I wanted you more.
We scrambled to right the bike in a more suitable position, then came
inside. You fretted about the dent that had been made by handlebar of your
bike. Then we settled in. You took your seat on my bed, and I sat on a
big pillow in front of you.
First some small talk, getting to know each other, talking about some of
the experiences we'd had. Nothing too revealing, though, because we were
guys. You talked about your roommates, the straight couple, and the other
one--a pompous straight guy. You said neither of them knew about you, and
that you wanted to keep it that way. Fine, I said. We can do this.
My eyes dropped once or twice to your crotch, framed there in blue denim.
You were nervous about this--you kept sighing. Eventually, we managed to
keep the conversation in the realm of things to do. Your eyes twinkled
when you mentioned your preference for submissiveness. A slight smile
appeared across the corner of your mouth. It got my attention, because, I
said, I was the exact opposite.
With a single stroke, I managed to get up from my seat and lean towards
your face. You looked so innocent. But you didn't move away. I leaned
closer, running my tongue around your lips. You leaned towards me, your
fingers running through my hair. When our lips met, we kissed long and
passionately for a time. I could smell your body heat rising from you, a
sweet, clean, manly odor. Your breathing became deep, and I caressed your
shoulders. My ears rushed with surging sensations, and the world fell
away.
I climbed onto you, pushing you back on the bed. Our sensuous lovemaking
had begun.
We struggled out of our clothes piece by piece--first the shoelaces, then
shoes and socks. Next came the t-shirts and we unbuckled our belts. With
you there, half clothed, I put my tongue against your ear, making light,
wet trails down the side and under your neck. I paused at the chin, then
worked down to your smooth, hairless chest. You squirmed in your pleasure,
face awry in ecstasy. Your moaning signaled you liked what I was doing.
My fingers caressed your ribcage, first up, then down. I knew just how
good that felt, seeing your skin prickle and rise. Finally, I worked my
tongue down to the bellybutton, and paused there. I flicked my tongue
deeply in, then made tiny circles around it. Then I gently followed the
tiny trail of dark wispy hair down towards the dark patch showing in your
jeans.
I unbuttoned your Levis and pulled at them slightly. You tucked your
thumbs in the waistband and helped me pull them down, although not
completely off. All the while, my tongue followed invisible circles around
your crotch. You weren't wearing briefs, and by this time your cock
throbbed against my face. But still, I continued what I was doing.
Pulling your jeans off, then standing and taking off my own, I caught a
glimpse of your supple self, laying there completely naked. Then I crawled
back onto the bed to resume our fun.
Tracing a circular pattern around your crotch, I worked my way and licked
the boney prominence of your hip, first on side, tracing back to the other.
Then I licked across your leg to the inner thigh. Your muscular legs
spread slightly, and you squirmed, stretching your body. Tight legs
against my smooth chest.
I traced my tongue along the length of your now completely extended cock,
from the base to the tip, then back down again. I worked my tongue along
the meaty sides, leaving a wet film. I buried my tongue into the fleshy
balls, sucking first on one then the other. Your cock bobbed up and down
against the flatness of your stomach, and a drop of cum oozed slightly.
As I focused my attention back on your meaty member, again I traced my
tongue against the veinous underside. Taking it slightly between my wet
lips, I licked the head and prepared myself to take the entire length. But
first I wanted to get you hot.
I glanced up, and your face was contorted, smiling, eyes squeezed closed,
the unmistakable face of pleasure. That turned me on even more.
I slid the cock in, the head pulsating, the whole thing throbbing and hot.
I pushed you in further, and I heard you moan, breathing hard. I pulled
back, then pushed down again, this time pushing even more of you in my
mouth. I pushed down, until the whole thing was in. It was a huge cock.
My hands caressed your stomach, along your ribs, and down to your crotch.
You squirmed under me, your hips rising slightly as my head pushed down in
perfect rhythm. I slid my hands under the small of your back, rubbing them
along the curving butt, kneading them. By now, I knelt between you, your
legs spread wide. My body was tense with what we were doing, I pulled you
towards me, first in, then out.
Building towards the inevitable, your thrusts became quicker. Your hands
were on the back of my head, guiding you in.
You pushed my head down on you and held it there, just as a huge explosion
of cum shot deeply down my throat. I pulled back some, but you pushed me
down onto you again, to finish. Four, maybe five, hard shots filled me.
You held yourself in a tenseness, the moment frozen there between us. Then
you began to relax, and I pulled back some. Finally, when it was done, I
gently pulled your huge bisexual cock out of my mouth and lay down beside
you, our arms and bodies hugging tightly. A manly, sexual sweat tinged our
bodies, and slowly, the heat subsided. We embraced quietly, until our
breathing became more normal.
Ten minutes later, you began worrying about the dent your bike had made in
the Japanese car outside. You worried about how the owners might feel if
they didn't somehow know how to contact you and make the repairs. I
encouraged you to ignore it, that it was nothing. But you insisted that
you had to leave your name and number on the windshield--it was the honest
thing to do in such a situation. I admired your honesty. It was part of
what made you such a beauty.
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