Why do I go through all this trouble? I don't usually do all that with my male lovers. When I hook up with a guy, we always use condoms. And we're always discrete. That's about it. With Wendy, I find myself breaking some of my most sacred rules. And sex is the reason. Damn it. I'm starting to become addicted to the feel of Wendy's asshole around my dick. I think I like a woman's asshole more than a man's asshole. What an odd thing for a bisexual man to say, I know. However, there is a difference between them. A woman's ass feels different. Don't ask me why. It simply does.
After fucking, Wendy and I take a breather. She starts smoking one of her menthols. I sigh. I hate smokers. I take a shower and leave. Wendy watches me go, laughing. I can't stand her sometimes, but I am addicted to her. She's loud, sarcastic and so damn kinky. The biggest slut in the city of Toronto. She tells me that I'm the only guy she sleeps with and I find that hard to believe. One day I ran into her at a restaurant and caught her making out with some chubby Asian woman. Wendy smiled and introduced me to Mariko, her friend from Tokyo, Japan. Mariko is a Japanese student majoring in business at the University of Toronto. She's also exploring her sexuality, in particular her lust for tall, full-figured Black women. Wow. I didn't know Wendy was bisexual. You learn something new every bloody day in this town.
I exit Wendy's apartment, and go visit my other lover, Marlon Chang. Unfortunately, my favourite gay accountant isn't around. He's out of town for business. On his doorstep I find a note addressed to his 'friends'. It says that he's in Vancouver for the next couple of weeks, and will return as soon as possible. I return to my apartment and think about Marlon. All the good times we share. He's got a cute face, sexy body and an amazing dick. I've sucked him, fucked him and been fucked by him. I find myself hardening at the thought of Marlon's body. I stroke my dick, pumping it hard. I imagine Marlon bending me over and stuffing his dick up my ass after making me suck his cock. He's usually the bottom and I'm usually the top but lately, we've been switching. Our way of spicing things up in our relationship. I cum hard, jets after jets squirt out of my dick. Oh, yeah. I still like guys. Wendy's fantastic ass can't change that about me. I'm bisexual. I'm not straight and have no desire to be.
I drift asleep, thinking about my life. I'm in my mid-twenties, studying at one of Canada's top universities. I'm healthy, make okay money and I'm living my life in the big city. From time to time, I see friends and family members. Occasionally I miss my old life in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. It's the place where I lived long before moving to Canada in search of different opportunities. The city of champions was dear to me. I had a lot of fun and some sorrow there. That's life, I guess. Toronto is home for the time being. And I embrace its pleasures, wonders and pitfalls.
