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I'm a gay adult content creator with a growing subscriber base. I've been with some of the top names from the well-known gay porn studios as well as the subscription platforms that have gotten popular in the last few years. The sex, both on and off camera, has been a blast.
There's something else, though, which has taken over my life. It shouldn't be this shameful secret, but in my social circles, I fear it kind of is. I regularly meet up with women and have hot sex. I'm sure lots of other men like me are out there. For some reason, I hide it, and this double life is a source of incredible excitement for me.
I don't know why I do this. I'll never stop.
I'm immersed in vagina. Numerous women have come with my cock or my tongue rammed up inside them. The smell and flavor of a pussy that's experienced a good, hard orgasm is stuck in my brain. While I'm as versatile as the day is long with men, dominating a sweet, feminine woman is my greatest joy. Shoving a bunch of fingers in her mouth, slapping, yelling, ordering her into positions, name-calling and insults, taunting her that she's still not as good in bed as another man, busting in her raw as she pretends to beg me not to, telling her she's going to get pregnant, fucking her like I'm mad at her. Too many straight men are terrified of accessing this level of their sexuality, but from a gay man, women will take lots of roughness. They think they can't quite have us, and it makes them want us all the more, I guess.
Other girls have different preferences. I can be a caring man. I've role played as a repairman, a personal trainer, a delivery guy, a college student, a boyfriend, a husband. It's all a blur how many women I've said I love as we fucked like crazy. Divorcees, newlyweds, widows, wives in sexless marriages, college girls, single professionals. I find something that gets me off about every last one. It's all clear to her once I slide my gay cock inside. There's always some fun variety as well. I've been pegged with strap-ons and rimmed. Butt-girls are fun, and some women can fuck ass so skillfully that they must be gay men trapped in women's bodies. Yet in these situations, I quickly flip the script and end up deep inside their wet pussies in no time. I guess the ass is a portal for both of us to typical missionary fucking. It's still the reliable go-to position. Now that I mention it, I've crammed some toys, like vibrating metal balls, anal beads, and realistic dildos, up some lovely derrieres while I went to town on their vaginas, my face buried in her tits or my mouth locked with hers in a passionate kiss, a flurry of gay and bisexual fantasies pouring out of us both. The orgasms were off the chain.
My phone is packed with sexts and nude photos. I have numerous expensive sunglasses, articles of clothing, bottles of cologne, and the like that were bought for me on shopping trips, often after I laid a woman how she needed it. There's no quid pro quo, you understand; these are gifts. Our day is going out and about, maybe brunch, a ton of flirting mixed in, kissing and holding hands in her car as we drive to high-class shopping centers drenched in that California sunshine. Sometimes we return to her place and do it some more. I've spent entire weekends with the occasional lady.
After these encounters, sometimes on the same day, it's time to produce content with hot dudes for the subscription platform. My channel features me as a mix of a jock and guy next door type who has a lot of fun. I've met guys similar to me, alongside twinks, bears, and daddies. I've role played as both a son and daddy, and filmed cruising scenes at guys' home gyms. I've even had fun making scripts with dialog, too. It's great meeting fans in public who've enjoyed my work. Lots of fans are, of course, single men like me, but I've been complimented by women and couples, too.
Where my kink enters the picture is that I'll smell overpoweringly of pussy in these situations. I've deeply kissed dudes after having eaten a girl out, fucked her, sucked out the load until she came, then shoved a bunch of my spit in and slurped out that juicy mix. I've had women's juices in my hair and smeared on my asshole, not to mention my dick, and within the hour I'm flooding some dude's ass while cuddle-fucking him. Dudes have eaten my sweaty ass after I've pounded a hot girl in bed all morning, our mixed male-female juices drying on my firm ass. And not once has any guy complained. They seem to have some reaction in their brains and seek out the areas of my body richest in vaginal odor. If anything, the more I smell, the more compliments I get and the more they want to hit me up again.
That's not to say I'm filthy. (Well, I am, but in a good way.) I'll shower like any normal person, but the pheromones remain. I'll visit a coffee shop if it's still morning or a bar with friends if the evening has arrived. If a barmaid or waitress is on duty, I'm served with a huge smile, and male staff often do me a solid with free soda since I don't drink and will just get something to look sociable. The energy in the room is different.
That brings me to one of my favorite memories. One time, at a popular local gay bar that I visited with a group of friends, I practically got mobbed by a drunken bachelorette party. It felt great to have soft ladies' hands sneak under my tank top as I chatted with them. There was a more secluded part of the bar kind of near the exit to the outdoor courtyard. We all got to flirting as there was no one else watching in that area. I copped a feel of one woman's tits while making out with another, and I felt a pair of hands squeezing my ass. My dick was pulsating. I blurted out to the girl I kissed that I fuck women, too, and I go raw and balls deep every time. They love that stuff. She was up close to me and said she wanted to feel a gay man doing that. Her friend looked on in amazement. The lead bachelorette of the group, a cute brunette who had immediately caught my eye, suggested we take this to her place before one of the other bar patrons saw us. We all moved through the crowd past my friends who were still assembled indoors. Once we were in the parking lot, I texted the chat group that I had to leave but I'd return soon.
We piled into the fiancée's car. She looked so amused at the other two going crazy with me in the backseat. I started off with a group kiss. Two girls' tongues in my mouth felt and tasted superb. One of them unzipped my shorts and was handling my dick like a pro, soon getting her mouth on it while we traveled among the city streets. I continued to kiss and suck the beautiful tits of the other girl, the same one I offered my raw dick to, a bottle blonde. We were a pretty tangled mess, but my real goal was to smash that fiancée. She needed some gay dick before making it official, and I wanted to keep fucking her all the way through their marriage, too. I'd be that gay friend her husband didn't need to worry about, all the while coming on every inch of her pussy, ass, tits, and throat, role playing as her real husband, the man she truly wanted, a gay one. I knew it.
The car pulled into the parking underneath the building and we made our way into her condo. In the elevator, we stood looking at each other, giggling like idiots, my fly accidentally left undone. The door to her place was barely closed when I had three adorable women giving me the kind of raw sexual attention they'd never give a straight man, letting me be more forward with them than any other guy in their lives. I went after what the fuck I wanted with no apology. In the fiancée's luxurious bedroom, I went for that one girl like a wolf, pulling all my clothes off in barely a few seconds and removing hers the same way; I am very good with bras. The fiancée and her other friend sat at the edge of the bed and watched me in action. The chick was on her back, me over her, pouncing. I got my tongue straight up inside of her pussy, her legs spread, no silly clit action or anything, and I took in that odor like it was the freshest breath of mountain air. It was an awesome scent. I slurped her juices. Performing for a live group motivated me a lot, too.
Her fingers ran through my hair. She told me she'd never been eaten like this and asked how the fuck I could be gay. I shrugged and continued to do every nasty thing that entered my mind with this slut. My tongue slithered over her pussy and I had to let it dance over her smooth butthole. I've gotten more into girl's asses recently. Even without anal penetration, it was still so hot to see a classy lady and think of my rough, dripping tongue jabbing her lovely ass. The other friend pulled out a condom and happened to have a vibrator in her purse, so they got it ready, and the fiancée got some lube and put it on my fingers to help me prepare her friend's asshole and my raging, leaking dick. I turned the vibrator up and placed it into her smooth, beautiful ass while my dick went in her pussy at the same time. She asked me if my boyfriend was the one going up her ass and I said yes. I told her I knew she wanted to get pounded out by a gay couple. We kissed deeply, sharing the fantasy.