Can Someone Explain Being Bi?

All characters are over 18.

This story picks up immediately from the end of part 1. All fantasy (made up). Would love to hear from the readers and from other writers. Apologies for silly errors. I am a novice writer. This is purely for my masturbatory enjoyment as well as yours hopefully. If by any chance my stories make you cum. I'd love to know.

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"What?" I asked. Standing there at a urinal, cock out and pissing. I was confused. Thoroughly not knowing what was happening.

"You have a great cock." My boss said. "It looks perfect."

I really wanted to respond. I just didn't know what to say.

"Did you bring your clubs?"

"Yeah."

"Do you want to actually golf or get out of here and do something better?"

"You're the boss, your call!"

"Now that's what I wanted to hear."

I was finished pissing and I put my cock back in my pants and zipped up. That's when I realized my boss was still standing next to me, with his dick hanging out. I looked. I had to look.

"Like it?"

Coming out of the fog of what was happening, it was just dawning on me now that he was purposely commenting on my cock and legitimately asking if I liked his.

"Yeah" I croaked out sheepishly. I had no idea what the right thing to say was. I still didn't have a clue as to what was happening. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before.

"Let's go get some lunch." He grinned while stuffing his own dick back into his pants. As he started exiting the locker room, I followed instinctively. On the way out, my boss handed some money to a guy and gave some instructions I didn't really listen to. Before I even realized we reached his Escalade.

"Jump in" he ordered adding; "I've got the perfect place for lunch."

In his truck, I buckled up and he settled himself smartly starting the vehicle.

I gathered up every bit of courage to ask my next question. "What the hell is going on?"

"Jacob... Is it okay to call you Jake?" he asked and I nodded. Our relationship as boss and employee was always very direct and business formal. Today, not so much.

"Jake. I watched you today. After the meeting ended, I realized that you were still in the zoom call. It was just you and me in there. I assumed you got your computer working again and I started to ask about how you got it fixed. It was then that I realized you had no clue you were on camera."

I was feeling a little ill as he spoke. He was explaining and it all became clear. I was probably bright red from embarrassment or a pale white from shock. Either way, it all fell into place. He watched me. He watched me watching porn. He watched me jerking off to gay porn. He saw me lick my fingers clean. Oh my fucking god!

"You okay Jake?"

"Mr. Peterson... I...."

"Relax Jake. Your not in trouble." He did his best to ease my nerves. "And call me Mark from now on."

"Mark" I stammered. "Did you see everything?"

"Ummm, yeah."

"Everything everything?"

"Oh yeah."

"So my camera was on the entire time."

"Umm, yeah."

"Did anyone else see?"

"Not that I can tell, I don't think so."

"Can I ask you...?"

"After what I saw today, you can ask me anything you want."

"Why did you watch me?" stuttering a little this time..."I mean what made you keep watching?"

Mark took his time answering, almost like he was trying to craft the words perfectly.

"It was the most exciting and real experience I've had in a long time. As soon as I realized what was happening, I mean going to happen. I was glued to the screen. Thankfully I was also working from home and I was alone." He grinned a bit. "It's been more than twenty years since..." His words caught up to him. "the last time."

"The last time?"

"In college I was.... ummm... bisexual." It was his turn to seem nervous. "Look, can we go get a drink? I mean I'll explain but I need a hard shot of alcohol."

"Sure. Let's go."

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Less than five minutes later, we were pulling into a driveway of a very upscale home. I mean multi-million dollar upscale home.

"Your place?"

"Yeah, where better to have a drink and privacy?"

"Nice place"

"Thanks."

Things almost felt normal, just two guys talking. But then it wasn't just that... was it.

After parking, I followed my boss inside.

"Drink?" he asked.

"Sure"

"You a tequila guy, whiskey guy or just beer?"

"I get pretty crazy when I drink tequila, so how about whiskey?"

In mere moments, two glasses of high end whiskey was poured. Mark handed me one and clanked his glass to mine. I raised the glass a little like we were toasting and took a long pull of the sweet yet strong alcohol. Fuck it was good.

Mark sat on the sofa and told me to sit too. Clearly he was taking control. I choose the large chair facing him away from the couch. Immediately I downed the rest of my drink. My head was swimming and it wasn't from the whiskey.

"You said you would explain." I meekly stated, trying to get answers rather poorly.

"Jake, when I saw you stripping off this morning I... I have to admit I got excited."

Mark drank some more liquid courage. "When the opportunity presented itself to be a bit voyeuristic I couldn't resist. It all happened so fast. When you got naked. I... I couldn't NOT look."

Listening to him explain, somehow put me at ease, at least a little bit.

"I didn't even think about telling you. I was enjoying the show. Your cock was... your cock made me... well... I just wanted your cock." With a pause in his confession, Mark's eyes flittered between my face and my pants. " When you switched videos over to the gay vids. It kind of clicked in my head. Maybe I had a chance to actually... have your cock."

The room was quiet. Mark's explanation of the event made sense to me for some reason. I would have watched too. It looked like the wheels were turning in my bosses head. I know my mind was spinning.

The quiet continued, it seemed like forever but it was probably no more than few seconds. I don't exactly know what came over me, but a plan became clear.

I stood and started over to the bottle of whiskey. It sat on the bar in the corner of the room. As I got to the bar I placed my glass down. Intentionally I was about to take control of this situation. Mark explained pretty damn well what happened and what he wanted to happen. Exactly what he wanted. He wanted my manhood. He wanted my cum. He wanted my throbbing cock... anyway that he could have it. This was an opportunity I couldn't pass up.

"Pour me a drink!" I stated as firmly as I could. I was nervous but doing my best to command. Mark seemed a bit startled and hesitant. So I added a gesture pointing to him then the bottle. "Come pour me another drink." I stated even more sternly.

My point was received. Mark got up and briskly came to me. Quickly refilling my glass.

He stammered a bit. "Ice?" As a weak question. "Or... something else?"

Mark picked up on the change in dynamic. Still a little shy to play the part but I could see some excitement in his eyes. I knew and I was sure he knew too.

Turning my back to the bar, barely leaning against it. I needed to take full control. To be the aggressor. To be his boss.

"Stand here." I pointed in front of me. Then Mark did as he was told. Immediately.

When he stood in front of me. I looked down at his pants. A bulge was showing. He was turned on. His cock was filling.

"Does this excite you?"

"Yes"

"Yes what?"

"Yes sir."

"It's boss. Yes boss."

"Yes boss."

Our roles completely reversed. A vice president of the company with so much power... it was clear that he had at least two secrets. First, he wanted cock. Second, he wanted to be a sub, not the dominant person that he always had to be in his professional life.

"I'm in charge now. Do you understand?" I was liking this power. I had a bit more than a semi in my boxers wielding this control. I was being dominant. He will be my sub.

"Yes boss"

I've played this role with a few women in my life. Generally I wasn't great at it but I was good. I can do this.

"I'm going to ask you some questions Mark. Some very personal questions...Mark. Your going to stand there and look me in the eyes and answer them truthfully. If you lie to me, there will be consequences. Do you understand Mark?"

"Yes boss."

"Good" I established myself.

"You said to me earlier that you wanted my cock. Tell me how you want to have my cock!"

Mark was beaming now. Looking down at Mark's pants, he was at full attention now. I could see the outline. He wasn't large but he wasn't tiny either.

"I want to service your cock boss. I want to do anything you want me to do to make you cum. I want everything about your cock."

It almost sounded rehearsed. It was probably from a fantasy of his.

"So you want to be my cock slut? Is that what you want?"

"Yes boss."

It was fucking hot to see this powerful man completely at my mercy to do as I wanted with him. I could feel the pressure in my owns slacks. I was rock hard with power now.

Mark was maybe an inch taller then me but at least 10 to 20 lbs lighter. He wasn't skinny but his body was leaner than mine. I had more of the dad bod, that belly that wasn't huge but rounder than it should be.

I was calculating in my head the route I wanted to take and how far I was willing to go myself. Never in my life have I done anything sexual with another man. Now I'm a Dom to a male Sub. Do I want this? Can I back out?

Doubts flooded me. I'm going to get fired. How do you go to HR with something like this. What the ever living FUCK!

I don't know how long I locked up. But I had to move forward. I had to do this.

"Do you want to suck my dick?" Asking but now wavering in my voice a little.

"Yes boss. I want to pleasure you."

"What else do you want to do with me?" I barely got this question out.

"Everything you tell me to do boss."

My brain told me this was going to implode my life. My cock was telling me that I needed to explode. My libido was winning.

"Have you ever sucked cock before?"

"Yes boss."

Have you ever swallowed cum before?"

"Yes boss."

"Have you ever been fucked in the ass?"

"A couple times, boss."

"Are you gay?"

"No boss. I'm bisexual."

I learned a lot very quickly. Mark's cock was pushing hard against his pants. When I've roleplayed the dominant lover with women in my past, I kind of set up a pattern I followed. It always achieved the desired goals but it was something I never thought I do with another man. I briefly wondered if my commands would work.

"You"ve been a good... little..." Fuck I didn't know what to call him to be the Dom I was trying to be..."slut."

It was a hiccup I'd figure out later. I already made him call me boss. So just a little snag.

"Enough talk. I want you stripped down and naked." A smile crossed Mark's face. He immediately began undressing. I watched closely. First he pulled his golf polo off and tossed it aside, then kicking his shoes off, rushing more now, peeling his socks off each foot and throwing them aside. He started to unbuckle his belt and I was excited to see him naked. When he had the zipper down and pressed his thumbs inside his boxers and pants together. I felt a pulse vibrate through me... this was really happening.

His pants and boxers were eagerly pushed down. His 5 inch cock sprang free and was pointed directly at me, mere inches away from me. He lifted each foot from his bindings and was free of all his clothes.

That cock that was in front of me. It was hard and thick, a little shorter than me but with a little more girth. A dense patch of pubes surrounded it. Looking down on it, I couldn't get a good view of his balls.

"Gather your clothes and fold them neatly. Then take me to your bedroom."

Without hesitation he followed my orders." Not a word spoken, he started towards his bedroom carrying his discarded attire in a neat stack.

It was fun to watch and when he was in front of me, I got a great view of a lightly fuzzy round ass. Until then, I had occasionally thought of me being fucked, but that ass looked like it needed my cock. I was sure that I was going to fuck him before the day was out.

As we entered the bedroom, His ass wiggled and swayed. I commanded my new sub. "Put you clothes away quickly and come stand in front of me."

Scurrying to his closet to discard his assets, I sat on the end of the bed. He returned in moments and stood in front of me as directed. Still achingly erect, I had a much better view of his dick and this time his balls too. A much better angle. Almost eye level, maybe 10 inches from my mouth. His balls were fairly tight. Almost as if he was ready to cum, they too had more hair on them.

For the first time ever, there was a penis in front of me. Already hard and ready. Standing proud for inspection. I could easily lean forward and wrap my lips around it. Experience the fantasy I've been having for quite awhile now. To suck off another man. To break the barrier holding me back. I'd no longer be heterosexual. I'd be committing my first real gay act sexually.

"Do you like showing me your hard dick?" I asked coyly.

He nodded yes.

"I want an answer." Chiding him to respond verbally.

"Yes boss."

"Do you like having a mouth pleasure you?"

He groaned a little... "Yes boss."

Precum was leaking from his tip and started to hang down like slow drool. My mouth watered to taste it. My mind told me that this was the opportunity to taste my first cock. I wanted nothing more then to get on my knees in front of him and completely engulf his dripping dong making him cum down my throat. But that isn't what this sub wants. This sub is my actual boss. My boss wants me to be in control.

I needed to at least touch it. Get to that next step. Feel a cock in my hands maybe. I extended my right hand until it was so very close. Bringing my index finger under his wet tip, gently gathering the string dangling down and carrying it back up to the head. I made contact with the crown, wiping up as much of his juice as I could. I just touched my first cock.

"Clean my finger slut."

Mark leaned forward, bringing his mouth to my hand and inhaled my finger like a vacuum. His tongue swirling around and cleaning all his own juices from me. From there, the moan he released while sucking my finger was guttural. The excitement and pleasure he was getting from the smallest of tasks.

I was throbbing too. It was incredibly sensual having him suck my finger like it was my prick. Him following each command. I haven't yet touched myself but this simple act seemingly had me close to cumming in my pants.

"Enough"... I had to stop him from sucking my finger. I was so turned on. I stood up. We were less than inches away from each other. I could smell the whiskey on his breath, sweet and aromatic. I was tempted to have my first gay kiss briefly.

"Undress me." I stated calmly. Yet another grin crept onto Mark's face.

Slowly and deliberately he worked to get me naked. Starting with raising my arms, gently taking out my shirt from it's tucking. Lifting it slowly up and over my head and raised arms. I could tell his breathing was getting heavier. My bare chest was exposed to him. My nipples were like erasers. Surprisingly, instead of tossing it away. He folded it squarely, placing it down on the bed.

As he was rising from that bent position, he came so very close to dragging his face across my exposed nipple. So close and so slow that I felt the warmth of his breath there. A shiver ran up my back.

His next target was my shoes. Watching this man get down onto his knees in front of me, his face so close to the bulge I was clearly exhibiting. It wouldn't be long before this very scene would be very different.

Painstakingly unlacing the knots of each shoe. I lifted my right foot and he pulled it off. Leaving my foot in the air slightly, he understood and removed the sock as well. Shiftly slightly. We followed suit with my other foot.

"Now my pants." I directed.

He stayed on his knees and brought his hands to my belt buckle. He wasn't looking at the belt or my pants. He was looking up into my eyes. Clearly he understood the sexiness of eye contact while pleasuring a man. It was then that I noticed how feminine he looked on his knees. I never noticed before. He was in this position before. He knew what he was doing.

My buckle was undone, the clasp followed and his fingers found the zipper. I could feel the sides of his hands against my straining member. Feeling me indirectly. As the zipper lowered, the only sound in the room was that zip. I don't think either of us was breathing.

With more room now, I felt the first tug on my pants. They didn't go far. Then a second much stronger pull. They dropped to my knees. I saw Marks eyes dart down and back up.

My boxers were still mostly in place.

"Do it." I whispered.

Mark took my boxers at each hip. Slowly lowering them with a outward pull to get over my erection. As my cock became fully exposed, Mark leaned in closer. He wanted it to bounce and hit his face. He achieved his goal with a wet slap across his lips. I was leaking a lot.

Marked moaned at the sight and feel of what he wanted on his face.

No excuses left, his gaze wasn't up at me anymore. He was drooling directly at his fantasy.

To finish my undressing, I shimmied my pants and boxers further down and stepped out of each leg while Mark looked straight ahead.

He was slowly leaning in. He was maybe an inch away from taking me into his mouth.

I couldn't have him take me into his warm wet mouth. If he started sucking, I wouldn't last 10 seconds. I was very close to exploding. As he leaned even closer, I grabbed his hair tightly and pushed his head back. With my action, I tilted his head up to connect with our eyes. I was buying time. I needed to cool down some.

"Do you like my cock? My little slut."

"God yessss boss!"

Each passing second helped me steady myself.

"How long has it been since you tasted another man's cock?"

"More than twenty years boss."

"I am in control right now. That doesn't mean I don't care about what you want. I will give you what you crave. What you need."

"Please may I have your cock boss?"

"For your first time accepting my cum. How do you want it?"

"Anyway you'll give it to me boss."

"No."

I was getting back to ready. Just a little more time and I wouldn't cum in under a minute.

"This time... the very first time... that I give you my cock... my cum... my seed. It's very special. I will make you my cum slut. I will make you my take my cock in so many different ways after this. Today... now... this time and only this time. Tell me exactly what you want." Exerting control yet showing compassion. It bought me the time I needed. It probably wasn't his fantasy version, it was what I needed.

His eyes were glued to mine.

"Boss. I want you to fuck my mouth like on the video you watched. I want to feel you slam into my throat boss." I could feel and see him shiver. "I want you to use me and cum straight down my throat."

His expectations were understood. What he wanted, I could give.

"Open your mouth slut!"

His mouth opened. Waiting on the fantasy. I didn't let go of his hair at all.

My rock hard gift was inches away from having it enter another man's mouth. I was hesitant when I first thought of doing anything with other men. Not anymore. I wanted this. I needed this. I am going to fuck his face.

I didn't push my hips forward. I didn't shift at all. I used his hair to pull him forward until I entered him. I went straight to the back of his mouth, I felt him close around me. My dickhead at that junction ready to plunge into his throat. I could feel that barrier, I felt the heat and wetness.

It was time.

It was my turn to use my hips. My turn to push. It was my time to use him.