It really is the best of both worlds, being bisexual, because one time I was so fucking horny and I was so afraid of striking out that I said, "fuck it," and booked a date with a girl from Tinder at the same time that I booked a date with an older man from Grindr.
She was a student, and twenty-one, like me, and she had one of those faces that spoke experience and one of those bodies that could probably teach you things you never imagined.
I quickly got to know her through her detailed About Me section and the link that led to her Instagram, and she was everything any man would be looking for, whether it be a quick fuck, a side piece, or even the main piece, she looked like she could do it all.
And he was an older man, and that's all I knew because there was nothing else on his profile except his age, 48, but I had a feeling he was one of those men that fucked like an animal, and that's exactly what I was looking for in a man, to be fucked like an animal.
I didn't intend to see them both. I honestly thought that one of them would flake, and I turned out to be right, so I made no effort to postpone the date when she told me she couldn't make it at our agreed-upon time.
"No worries, another time then," I replied, and left it at that.
It seemed I would be fucked like an animal.
The older man was prompt. He was at my door right at seven.
"Come in," I told him.
He was taller than me, thicker than me, he had more muscles and facial hair than me, and, even through his pants, his bulge was that of an impressive man, and I was marveling at this man that was about to make me his when I noticed the wedding ring on his finger.
"Shit," he said, taking it off and putting it in his pocket. "I forgot."
I swept the thought away and I focused on my throbbing cock and I led him into my room, but right before we crossed the door, he stopped and asked me if he could use my bathroom to take a shower.
"Ummm, sure, go ahead," and I pointed him to the bathroom.
When he saw me stay put, he added, "you can come watch me," and I quickly followed him like a puppy.
He took off his shirt to reveal a strong chest with just the right amount of hair and I couldn't help myself so I stepped towards him and ran my right hand all over his chest, feeling the texture of his chest hair rushing past my fingers and sending shivers deep inside of me.
I slid my hand down to his stomach and I circled his belly button with my open palm and I brushed my fingers up and down his happy trail until I couldn't help myself and unbuttoned his pants, and I knelt as I pushed his pants down and his cock was pressing hard against his underwear, trying to get out, I could see it pulsing, and I pressed my face into his groin and I rubbed my face over his hard, twitching cock, and I could see the spot where his bulging head was starting to get wet, so I pulled his underwear down and his dick slapped me as it sprung back to attention, and I was about to take his engorged head into my mouth when he said, "easy, boy, let me take a shower first."
He made me sit, and then he stepped into the shower, turned the knob, and then the water started rushing down all over his body, and he was wet and I was wet, and I really wanted to join him, but I stayed put because I was a good boy.
It was the first time a man had asked me to watch him shower and I had a feeling he enjoyed being watched because not once did he invite me in, and his cock seemed to grow even bigger the longer I stared.
And I didn't mind because inside my mind, we were already fucking.
"You like what you see?" he asked as he lathered his cock with soap and it became enveloped in white foam.
I nodded with a deep sigh and a big smile.
"Strip down to your underwear," he told me, and I did what I was told, and I was so turned on that I couldn't help it anymore so I started rubbing the length of my cock through my briefs, squeezing it to relieve some of the throbbing pressure.
"Still wearing tighty whities, like a good boy," he told me, not knowing I had worn them just for him, and yet that comment had me aching to have this man inside me, to have his weight over me, pushing himself into me until we were one, and I was burning now, and he was the water I needed, the water I was dying to absorb like the desert absorbs every single drop that falls upon it, yes I wanted to drink everything this man wanted to pour into me, and I knew, I had a feeling, that this daddy would break my dam and overwhelm me by filling me up with a neverending flood of his cum.
But the dam had not yet broken, and he took his time, and I continued touching myself, and I had to take out my cock, and I started stroking it as I watched this older man take a shower, my cock wet and hard, and somehow this man seemed to be getting even stiffer and even girthier as he saw how my body was reacting to him.
He finally turned the water off and I immediately stood up, grabbed his hand and led him out, and with his other hand he grabbed and held onto my ass as we walked the few steps into my room.
He was dripping wet, and I didn't care, and in front of the bed, he turned me around, held my face firmly with one hand, and he stared into my eyes, and then he kissed me, and I pressed myself against him, and he pulled my underwear down and I did a little dance trying to get out of them until finally our cocks started kissing too, and our own leaking wet mess melted into the drip of his skin.
I was pushing him onto the bed when he grabbed both my hands and stopped me.
"Before we get started," he started, "I want to try something I've always wanted."
"Yeah, what's that?" I asked him.
