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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]What I prefer is to have sex and I'm not really that picky about whether the person I'm having sex with is male or female. Do I prefer women sucking my dick or men? And when I say, "Yes!" why are some people baffled to learn that I don't give a fuck who is sucking my dick as long as they're sucking it?

What kind of guy do you prefer? That's easy - the guy who isn't my idea of an asshole and one that I might have to punch in the face. What kind of dick do you prefer? Um, that'll be the one that's safe to play with and it works although I'll admit that I have a "problem" with uncut dicks but I learned to put it behind me... because it's a dick and it can be sucked.

Do I prefer to only suck dick? Yes... and no - it depends. In my life, if there's something two men can do to, for, and with each other, I've probably done it and if there's something I haven't done, it's probably because I don't want - or need - to do it. Still, I don't see this as being much of a preference than it is just a thing I've really found to my liking and is a lot of fun to do. I've fucked men and I've been fucked by men and I've either liked it or I haven't - but it's all in line with the one and only real preference:

Having sex. Being that intimate with someone while they're being that intimate with me. Eating pussy and fucking it; sucking dick, fucking a guy, being fucked by a guy. Any real preferences here? Not from where I'm sitting since it always comes down to how I'm feeling, what I think/feel I need in the moment.
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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]One of the things that has driven me batty has been people asking me what I prefer and in that very annoying "this or that" kind of way. Do I prefer men over women? Women more than men? If it can be asked, I've probably been asked what I prefer and being put into a position to pick one thing over the other and, to be honest, I've gotten sick and tired of trying to explain to people that, for me, being bisexual isn't an "either/or" kind of thing.

It's men [B]and[/B] women; it's pussy [B]and[/B] dick - how hard is that to understand?

Are you a top or a bottom? Well, that depends and mostly on how I'm feeling at any given moment... and I don't know why some people find this to be unusual.

Do you like sucking cock more or eating pussy? Seriously? Both are the shit as far as I'm concerned. Okay, yeah, sure - I like eating pussy more than I do sucking dick... but the differences between the two things are so slim that it's not even worth making a fuss over.

It's not about what I prefer to do: It's about whatever I want to do.[/SIZE][/FONT]

I travel a lot for work and when I get home we often talk about who and when we last had sex with another. Both she and I are very bisexual and we are not shy about it. So talking last night I asked her besides me who is your favorite when I'm gone and she immediately said she loved them all but there is one that really rocks her world. Of the 3 regular guys I took a guess and guessed right, it was my black buddy. his monster 10 inch cock destroys her tiny pussy. Smothering her face with his cock and balls I too am amazed at how much of that massive cock she can slide down her throat. He is a very heavy cummer and sometimes his juice leaks out her nose and she coughs cum. Then she asked me who my favorite was, her friend Loren is a long time friend of hers and the 2 of them have been licking each others pussy for years, this lady is mostly lesbian but enjoys a good dick once in a while. But she is addicted to cum more so than the wife, and craves it. While fucking her I have never been with a women who squirts like she does, and as she squirts that really turns me on and I fuck her harder and she squirts harder she is amazing. But she won't let me cum in her, she swallows me every time, it takes a lot for someone to give better head than the wife but she is incredible at it. I have spent whole weekends with her many times and she is not shy about where she does it, one time it was in a dressing room at old navy.

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]But it did stop and reality started to reassert itself as my dick slipped out of Bill with a very obscene "pop." I just laid atop him, gasping for air, feeling the heat of both of our bodies and feeling very satisfied.

"I can get used to you fucking me," he said, kissing my sweaty forehead and hugging me tightly.

"I know the feeling," I said, remembering what it felt like to have him inside me - and knowing I wanted him in me again.

We got cleaned up and dressed so that we could both get back to whatever was left of our day. For him, he had to get ready to go to work while I had taken a vacation day just to be with him and to do what we both knew had to be done.

"For somebody who said that he couldn't fuck, you did a good job of fucking me," I said, teasing him.

"To be honest, I never really wanted to - until we met," Bill said - it was fun watching him blush as he spoke. "I am so used to being fucked that I just never wanted to fuck - does that make sense?"

"It does," I said. "I rarely want to be fucked these days but with you? Yeah, it's different with you and I hope this won't be the last time you fuck me."

"I don't think it will be," Bill said with a smile.

But life got in the way again and it really was the last time we were together. I knew it would eventually happen and I didn't like it one bit to have life get between me and the one, rare guy whose cock I needed in my ass.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]"I knew you could do it," I said, sitting up and using my arms to support me as a wave of dizziness washed over me. Now that I was more or less upright, I could feel his spunk starting to ooze out of me and it made me happy... and unhappy at the same time.

"It was... that was something," he said, giving me a shaky smile. "Are you okay?"

"Never better," I said, a sentiment that was both truth and falsehood because I wanted him back inside me again... and maybe I'd get my wish but first, there was the matter of fulfilling my end of the bargain. "Let's get cleaned up."

"Right behind you," he said as we both got off of the bed and headed to the bathroom. He let me get to the sink first and as I started to clean up the mess he made, I could see him standing in the mirror behind me and noted that he felt... different and I thought it was because he did what he thought he couldn't do - and it agreed with him.

I stood and watched him do the same thing to himself that I had done... damn, how long ago was it? I didn't know but it didn't matter as I stood and watched him insert three of his soapy fingers into his hole and getting a chill to hear him gasp, his eyes going wide for a moment before he went about de-soaping himself.

"This is gonna feel good," he said as he took my hand and led me back to his bed.

"I'll do my best," I said as he ran his Vaseline-coated hand over my dick to make it slippery as well as getting me good and hard. He asked me to lube him up and I was impressed at how easily my fingers slipped into him - and laughed when he said something about how big my hands were and that I had long fingers.

"Come on... time for you to fuck me," he said, lying on his back and lifting his legs. "Don't worry about taking it easy - just shove it in there and let me feel you."

"Okay," I said, rubbing my cock against his hole for a moment - then pushing against it. I gasped as I slid fully into him; he gasped, too, and I could see the look on his face.

"You feel huge," he said as I fell into his embrace, his arms wrapping around me as he hooked his heels together at the small of my back.

"I'm not that big," I said, smiling at him - then I did something I rarely did: I kissed him. Our tongues met and it got a little crazy between the passion of the kiss and my dick sliding in and out of his ass.

When we broke the kiss, he said - and as if we hadn't kissed - "You're bigger than my brother - shit, that fucker feels good in me!"

There was nothing to say; it was all about my dick in his ass and feeling the pressure building inside me that had to be released.

"Do it," he moaned as I started to fuck him harder and faster. "Bust that nut in my ass!"

My body responded to his command and things went even crazier when my cock swelled in his ass, I heard him gasp - and I think I heard him say, "Oh, no..." - and I blanked out as I pumped my sperm into him. It felt as if I hadn't busted a nut in ages, felt like I was pumping "gallons" of spunk into him and it wasn't going to stop.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I must have because Bill was still lying atop me, his cock still in my ass despite being quite soft and I relaxed even more so that my body wouldn't expel him and like it wanted to. God, it felt so good being like this; I could feel him making tiny fucking motions, being careful to not slip out of me and I just lost myself in the moment and so much that I almost missed feeling his cock starting to harden inside me.

"Damn it," Bill said as his tiny strokes became bigger, his renewed cock spreading my asshole open and in a way I'd rarely felt. I felt so full of him as his balls started slapping against my cheeks, each downstroke into me getting him harder and fuller and I felt a moment of embarrassment hearing myself telling him to fuck me and doing my best to fuck back against him. I knew he was gonna cum again... and I didn't want him to... but I did... I just wanted us to stay like this.

He was getting close; he's fucking me faster and harder, cursing, saying how good my ass felt to him and then it felt really good. His cock grew fatter inside me, making me gasp - and I felt that first shot, cried out like the bitch I felt like feeling his cock pumping away inside of me, rejoicing in his body pressing me into the mattress and it was all I could do to keep my head turned to the side so I could breathe... and tell him to put all of his spunk in me.

Atop me, Bill was gasping for air, his body still shivering after his release and, my god, the heat coming off of his body was sweltering, like he was running a serious temperature. His cock slipped out of me on its own accord and I felt... empty as he finally rolled off of me and I shivered, not because he had fucked me twice but simply because the air washing over me was much cooler than feeling the heat of his body on mine.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]The time to "worry" about it came three days later. We had been sucking on each other for over a half-hour and neither us of could cum.

"I can't seem to cum... and I need to," Bill said as we separated.

"Me either," I said. "There's only one thing to do, I think."

"Yes...," Bill said, his eyes boring into mine. I could "see" his need and his uncertainty.

"I'll be right back," I said. I went into the bathroom and cleaned my hole out as best I could, using my very soapy fingers to reach deep inside myself and to ready my ass to be penetrated - if Bill could manage it. I finally got myself as clean as possible - no trains on the track to worry about - and I took a moment to peek in his medicine cabinet to see if he had anything that would make getting him inside me easier - and found a jar of the very reliable and venerable Vaseline. Yes... this would work just fine."

Bill was on the bed, his cock still hard and he was very nervous and as I climbed onto the bed, I said to him, "You can do this..." and started slathering his cock with Vaseline before applying a huge glob of it to and in my hole.

"Fuck me, Bill; get your dick in me and fuck me," I said, lying down on my stomach.

"Okay...," he said as he mounted me; I could hear the uncertainty in his voice, could now feel his body being nervous as he fit his Vaseline-coated knob against my hole and pushed.

He slid into me so fast that I almost threw up. It didn't hurt - it just made me feel queasy for a moment.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Don't talk - just fuck me," I replied and settled in to be fucked.

It was like he'd never fucked before - but I knew he'd been fucking women; he had a "hard" time finding his rhythm but he found it. He laid fully on me, his weight pressing me into the mattress and it felt good as his cock slithered in and out of my ass.

"I didn't think I could do this," he whispered in my ear. "Jesus... this is so good...oh, shit!"

I felt his cock swell and something inside me cried out in delight as he started pumping his spunk into me, his cock still pounding into me as he came. It felt good... and oh, so right for him to be the man who fucked me. I didn't want it to end, didn't want him to pull out and leave me with that empty feeling.

"Okay - I can stay right here," he said - did I say what I had been thinking?[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I remember the day it came up. It had been a few weeks since the last time we were able to be alone with each other - life just gets in the way when it has to - and we were taking a much needed break after renewing our acquaintance with each other's dick.

"I've been wondering if we're now at the point where we can consider fucking each other," he said as he was gently fondling my balls.

"So have I," I replied as I cupped and fondled his balls. "What are your thoughts?"

"My brother used to fuck me; I couldn't wait for him to shove his cock in my butt and cum inside me," Bill said, his eyes getting a distant look to them as he remembered this. "After he left home, I got away from being fucked; there were plenty of guys who wanted to suck and be sucked. Still, there were a few guys I wanted to fuck me - one did, the others were iffy about it - you know how it is."

"Yeah, I do. So I was thinking a couple of things; the first was that we were gonna have this conversation because it's inevitable but provided you agreed. The second was that I knew that I wanted you to fuck me - again if you were agreeable."

"I was thinking the same thing!" he said. "But, um, I've never really fucked a guy; I've tried it but, shit, it never worked out for some reason. So while I do want you to fuck me, I'm not sure I can fuck you."

"We'll figure it out," I said, leaning over and taking his soft cock into my mouth so I could get it hard again. As I sucked him, yeah - I wanted this cock in my ass but what if he was one of those guys who couldn't stay hard when trying to fuck? Fuck it - I'll worry about it when it's time to worry about it...[/SIZE][/FONT]