As long as I can remember, I was always bisexual. When I was in high school, I can remember watching all the other kids start to be attracted to the opposite sex and all I remember is being so confused because, for the most part, I just found everyone attractive. Guys and girls. I couldn't stop thinking about what it would feel like to rub against them naked, to feel their skin on mine. It wasn't ever isolated to a single sex for me.
When I graduated high school and got to college, I finally felt some freedom to explore my feelings. (I had lost my virginity in high school to both a girl and a guy, but neither experience had been terribly fulfilling.) I now found myself on a college campus surrounded by unsupervised horny young people and I was ready for it. After some initial internal conflict, I somehow decided I must be gay. Straight boys didn't think about sucking dick and the idea of bisexual boys didn't really exist in my mind at the time. Still it isn't really something I find most people to be aware of. So I came out to some close friends and started trying to date guys.
I started seeing this boy in the dorm next to mine who had an unbelievably huge dick. Easily twice the size of mine. I had always known I was a little on the smaller side, but I hadn't ever really seen that many other dicks in person and certainly never something over eight inches. I can remember the first time I slid down on his dick and felt it inside me. It is a difficult sensation to put into words if you haven't experienced it. The closest I can explain it is this strange sense of fullness, of completeness. He and I dated for a little while before I by some weird streak of luck ended up seeing a woman again and for a long time, almost five years. Ultimately it didn't work out, and that's really where my story begins. After my college girlfriend and I broke up, I had this intense feeling I had missed out on all kinds of dick. And I was intent to make up for it.
Over the course of the next year, I started to really explore the gay side of my sexuality. I have this strange combination of dominant and submissive in my sex drive. With women, and sometimes with guys, I am pretty dominant. I like to toss you around and push you to the edge of your pleasure. As I have mostly settled into being gay with time, I still miss the power you feel when you eat a girl's pussy. You can feel their movements, taste their soul. I can spread a girl's legs and eat her pussy over and over, just making her scream and gush. Like I said, I have pretty much settled into gay sex with age, but that sensation is one I go back to every now and again...
When I finished school, I relocated to North Carolina. In the months leading up to moving there, I started getting on some chat rooms for the area, trying to meet some people so I would have a little social and sexual head start when I got there. I didn't know anyone otherwise. I happened across the profile of this young black guy who just turned me on so much it kind of freaked me out. He was probably 22 at the time, a couple of years younger than me. Not too much taller than me, probably 5'8'' to my 5'5''. He was athletic without being intimidating. Thick in that sexy way. We started talking and hit it off pretty well so the chats continued for the weeks leading up to my move. I had only been with one black guy at this point in my life and it had been a pretty good experience that I was eager to repeat. That added to the fact that this guy in NC was slowly revealing a dominant and kinky side that I hadn't really explored yet, and I was very excited about the move.
One of the things he hinted at every now and then was watersports. I hadn't done anything kinky really at this point, certainly never any piss play. I wasn't particularly disgusted by it, but it wasn't ever something that drew my sexual attention. As our chats became more elaborate, he revealed more about it and I have to admit I was starting to be somewhat curious. More and more our dynamic took on a dominant/submissive role. He wanted to dominate me. He wanted to humiliate me. He was this really nice guy who had this rough streak that was screaming to come out and he wanted to use my tight white ass to make that happen.
And I wasn't mad about it.
The more we talked, the more I started to think about submitting to him and what that would feel like. I was small and smooth from back then, not the somewhat scruffy guy I have grown into. (Thank god for hipsterism bringing facial/body hair back into style because removing it all is a production I have happily left behind.) Back then though I loved it. Like I said, I am not hung. In fact, I have a pretty small dick, probably 4'' hard and sometimes less than 0.5'' soft. For a long time I had struggled with that, but this submissive fantasy helped me work through it. He loved it. This smooth, tiny, white dick was useless to him. He started telling me how small it was and how only his big dick mattered. He wanted me to keep it smooth and to get some panties, a thong in fact. He was bisexual too and as far as he was concerned, I might as well have been a girl. My dick didn't matter to him and he had no intention of paying it any attention. For him, all that mattered was my tight, white pussy. He only ever used that word when talking about my asshole: "pussy." I don't think of myself as trans at all. I am a guy. But there was something about him using the word pussy to talk about my hole that made me feel completely submissive. I wanted him to fuck my pussy. The more we talked, the more I realized how much that was all I wanted, for him to tear my tight white asshole open until it was the wet, dripping pussy he wanted it to be.
When I finally moved, I was so excited to meet him that I could hardly contain myself. After my family left and I settled into my new apartment a little, we set up a meeting. He told me to wait for him upstairs on the bed in a tight thong with my ass in the air so he could get right to work on me. I got showered and ready, made sure I was nice and smooth, slipped on a skimpy thong that hugged my little package so much it was barely visible, and I crawled onto my bed. It was strange, I was so horny that my skin was warm and my heart was racing, but I wasn't hard. Instead, I was soft and tiny. The anticipation of being his little bitch made my dick soft. I was doggy-style on the bed with my pussy up in the air reaching down between my legs and rubbing my soft dick like a clit and I swear I could feel my hole getting wet. Then I heard the door open and close downstairs. The lock clicked and I heard footsteps coming up the stairs toward my bedroom.
When he walked in, he didn't say anything. I just heard him approach me and then I felt something I hadn't ever experienced before. He slid my thong to the side and started to eat my hole. No one had ever rimmed me before. I felt his slight scruff rub against my smooth ass as he buried his tongue deeper and deeper into my hole, loosening it and making it wet. Occasionally, he would come up for air and spit on my pussy, slapping it lightly with his hand, working a finger in, then two. And then he would dive back in with his dick. It felt like he was licking my insides. His tongue was powerful and long. I could feel it penetrate me. Before long I was grinding back onto it, fucking myself on his tongue. He seemed to like this, because he stood up and took his clothes off before lying down on the bed and telling me to sit on his face.
It didn't take me long to obey the command. It didn't even feel like a command. It just felt natural to do what he said to do. This was the first time I had gotten a good look at him. He was cuter in person and his body was just as sexy. His dick was rock hard and at least 9", with these subtle but thick veins running up and down the shaft. He had these huge balls that hung down between his legs. Unlike me, he was somewhat hairy all over, a dusting of hair on his legs and chest, with this thick, full bush that was natural and manly and made me very aware of how different we were. I felt more comfortable in that brief moment gazing at his body, this body that was about to fuck me in ways I had a feeling I had never experienced, than I had ever felt prior. After taking that in for a second or two, I crawled on top of him and straddled his face. He wasted no time digging back into my pussy, already wet and starting to open up from the twenty minutes he had been eating me doggy-style.