I've written in my other stories about my bisexuality as a 54yo male living in the southwest of England. This shorter piece was written for a female friend of mine, who I met in the Literotica forums. She loves reading about man-to-man sex and wanted to me to relate my most recent experience. I wrote this piece for her; it's all true, and she really got off on reading it. She told me she reached a messy climax and she later sent me a photo of her wet sticky fingers that she'd had in her pussy while reading it. That's the best feedback any author can wish for. Anyway, here's the story, it's much shorter than my other stories on here, but hopefully just as intense.
After my wife had left the house for work I drew a bath and spent time thoroughly cleaning myself inside and out. I'd arranged to spend the morning with James, a guy I met on the net earlier this year. We've met for sex twice and it was mind-blowing on both occasions. He's so easygoing and I relax so readily with him; I love having him use me. After exchanging texts I drove to James's house mid-morning as we both love morning sex. As arranged, he left his front door unlocked and I let myself in, called out a friendly "hello" to reassure him and scampered upstairs to find him naked in bed under the covers.
I was so horny. I stripped, slipped into bed with him and we were all over each other. He smelt lovely having just bathed, and was rock hard and ready for me. James was the first guy I French kissed; it happened on our first date six months ago and our snogging has become very intense ever since. On this particular morning in his warm bed we spent ages kissing, cuddling and catching up, it was the most passionate encounter I've had with a guy and just as enjoyable as being with a woman.
There is a big difference though; I enjoy being very sub with him and he gets so turned on at me being his little fucktoy. I think that's what I love most about being bisexual; with women I mostly like to take control, but with men I like to be more submissive. It's such a contrast in role and I feel so lucky to be able to have both. The foreplay with James went on for ages and we were working ourselves up ever so slowly to him fucking me, whispering to each other what we were looking forward to most once I'd have him inside me. I've never been so relaxed with a guy and spent ages on my side, my back towards him while he stroked his helmet against my hole and stuck his tongue in my ear and telling me what he wanted to do with me.
By the time he eventually told me he wanted to fuck me I was putty in his hands. I love it when he manhandles me gently into position; he rolls me onto my back, pulls me to the edge of the bed and spreads my legs high in the air. Then he puts on a condom, smears Liquid Silk lube onto both of us, places my feet on his shoulders and guides his cock into me. This morning because of so much foreplay and the fact that I was gagging for him, he slipped in more easily than any previous penetration I've had. He held my feet in his hands and proceeded to fuck me beautifully. I've honestly never experienced anything quite like it and I love recounting it here.
