Editor's note: this story contains scenes of gay male sexual content.
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I was lucky, for a number of reasons.
I had a gorgeous girlfriend, one who stood 5'3 and had a slender build but having been such a strong emotional support for me, she was much larger than that. Shelby had dark brown hair on tanned skin, piercing green eyes that were always full of life. She was hot, I couldn't stress that enough, with two large D cup breasts and a plump ass she was never afraid to flaunt. Shelby had a soft, slight belly but her confidence in herself and outgoing personality never let her down. She was an open minded girl and this was perhaps her most attractive quality.
This was important because I had told her I was bisexual. For many girls this had been a deal breaker, and telling her had been one of my greatest anxieties. I wasn't attracted to men romantically- my heart belonged to Shelby- but the raw sensuality and powerful lust I felt wasn't limited to just women. Pleasure was amazing in any way, and I had never been under the impression that my sex life was anyone else's business. I liked what I liked.
Yet after 4 breakups because of it, I was worried.
I couldn't have picked a worse time to do so, on Valentine's Day just a week earlier. The entire weekend leading up to it had been nothing but progressively emotional activities that while cheesy, were bringing us closer. I had even gifted her a pearl necklace- though truth be told, that was half for me, I just loved how they looked on her. So it came as no surprise that the sex we had on Valentine's was charged, full of passion and the best we had had in quite some time. Not that that was lacking, we fucked often. 'I'm your slut,' she had once told me 'so why not do it a lot?' It was a very classy statement from my special lady, and I was all too ready to grant her wish. Shelby offered me her ass and I had fucked her anally, as was our custom, before she started rubbing my ass cheeks.
I instantly tensed up before the soothing feel made my heart race.
"Shhh," she whispered to me. "Just relax babe." she finished with a kiss on my cheek.
I moaned slightly, instinctively spreading my legs and ass for her use. Shelby chuckled, squeezing my ass tighter and closer to my tight hole.
"Good boy," she added, making me blush as I pushed my ass out towards her. "Oh, someone REALLY likes this!" she added with a giggle, pressing her index finger against my asshole.
"Oh God!" I moaned. A wild and devious look flashed on her face, both amused and captivated by my easy acceptance of what she was doing. As such, she had no qualms pushing her finger into my hole which let her penetrate me, allowing her to go in deep. "Deeper," I breathed heavily, rubbing my chest and letting my girlfriend toy with me.
"Good, take it boy." she whispered to me, pushing her finger into me. My body needed more, aching for release and she gladly acquiesced, as a second, then a third finger probed me.
She was silent now, eyes wide and completely lost in my behavior. I couldn't tell if she was disgusted or shocked, but her intensity didn't die down for a second, even after I reached for my hard prick and started jerking myself off. I eventually erupted, shooting a torrent of thick, ropey cum all over my chest and hers. Shelby eventually climbed on top of me and rested her head near mine.
"You really loved that didn't you?"
"God yeah," i instantly answered, so quickly and enthusiastically even she raised an eyebrow.
"Shelb, you love me for who I am right?" I asked, suddenly compelled to regurgitate everything about my sexuality to her.
"Duh silly." she answered with a smile.
"Even if I wasn't...straight?" I asked. This time Shelby looked at me quizzically. In retrospect, it was most likely obvious to her by now but I had to make it harder on myself.
"I...I'm bi." I finally said after an eternity of silence.
Shelby merely looked at me deep in the eyes before leaning to me and kissing me as hard as the first time I had told her I loved her. We held that kiss for another small eternity before she told me again she loved me no matter what.
Since then, life was pretty uneventful. Granted it had only been two weeks, but I was on edge. I loved talking about sex and the topic of me liking both men and women hadn't even been broached. I held my tongue out of respect figuring she didn't want to hear about it and grow jealous.
Today we sat on the sofa, I on my laptop while she idly watched the television. Being a pair of perpetually horny 20-somethings, we found ourselves in minimal clothing; I was wearing a pair of short black gym shorts without underwear while she was wearing some of what she had worn out today- a pair of tight white short shorts and a baby blue button up shirt, completely unbuttoned with no bra underneath. Around her neck was her pearl necklace I had bought her for Valentine's Day.
Shelby played with one of the pearls on her necklace, half paying attention to whatever reality TV she was engrossed in when she looked at me. I had been scrolling through a thread on a messageboard and had paused at one image of a particularly feminine guy about my age. He was totally slender, hairless and with smooth flawless skin. The slight tone of muscle was accentuated by his pump ass and the slight bulge in his cutoff denim shorts. I licked my lips staring at it, imagining my hand running down his chest and planting kisses on his nipples.
"Looking at gay porn?" Shelby asked with a wide grin and laugh. Her words caught me off guard, causing me to open and close my mouth stupidly like a fish. I instantly scrolled away, pretending to be admiring a photo of a shiba inu.
"No, uh, I was looking at a cute dog, he's a good boy!" I blurted out in rapid succession.
"Oh I think you were looking at another boy," Shelby snickered.
I sighed. There was no use in fighting it. I scrolled back down and opened the picture of the twink once again.
