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I have been receiving a lot of feedback on some of my stories. A few of them are comments, either with the story, or on my profile, and a substantial number are direct messages.
Comments can be exciting in and of themselves, because they provide an opportunity for the commentator to say things publicly that turn them on. I frequently do it myself, leaving leaving prose like "would love to see you unload that into me", and various other inspired phrases that turn me on.
By contrast, the messages I receive are often more thoughtful, and some readers have strongly identified with certain stories, while others asked for new ones, covering their particular interests.
One re-occurring theme is husbands, asking for stories about another man joining their love-making. Typically, this involves a generously endowed suitor, preferably black.
I have had a few experiences with couples myself, the last time a few years ago, via Craigslist. In my experience, these hook-ups are often hit-or-miss. In this particular case, the couple in question had indeed looked for a well-endowed individual. I am at best small-to-average, and was told they 'settled' on me because they felt uncomfortable with the unsavory nature of some of the other responses.
As we sat on the couch, we discussed these type of encounters, and I told them I did not quite get the fascination of the 'well-hung-bull' scenario.
I am very much bisexual, and the idea of another man having sex with your wife is very exciting.
What I don't understand why the husband would like to stare at another dick, see it enter his wife, and not have the urge to at least touch it, suck it or to have the other man touch their own dick. It seems to me that the desire is there, and then out of shame, it is transformed into a generous deed for the wife.
Anyway, I told her that most men probably would not care at all what another female participant would look like at the prospect of a treesome, and I wondered if women felt that strongly about the size of the other guys dick.
Then, I asked if she would feel weird at all at seeing her husband have sex with me.
"Absolutely not", is what she replied. In fact, she thought it might be a turn-on for her.
She asked me what is was like, to be bisexual.
For me, there is a big difference between being bisexual and bi-romantic, for a lack of a better word.
I like having sex with other men. I like to suck their cocks, like to be sucked, I like having anal sex.
I even like to kiss other men, either by means of foreplay, or while we fuck. But I do not feel a romantic connection during those encounters, and never share the same emotional connection as I do when I have sex with a female partner.
Even casual sex with women is different. Most women I have been with for 'just sex' type of rendezvous, still liked to know a thing or two about me before getting down to it.
With men, it is practically expected to go down to business almost immediately. Also, when engaging in gay sex, men, including myself, are much more comfortable to express their desires or state of mind.
I like telling other men to stroke their big cocks (regardless of how big they really are) while I am fucking them, or to ask them to 'shove their fat cocks' in my ass. It turns me on, and them too.
But it doesn't come natural to tell women how much I like fucking their hairy pussy, or how much I like it when their breasts hang down towards my chest when they are on top of me. That is always something you have to feel-out in advance with casual encounters.
The husband had remained very quiet throughout this conversation, but hearing his wife resoundingly declare that she would have 'no-problem-whatsoever' with him engaging me, seemed to have removed a barrier for him that he probably never would have addressed otherwise.
At any rate, when we started having sex later that evening, he had become very curious.
At first, he approached me from behind while I was entering his wife, stroking his hands over my chest and belly, and I could feel him hardening against by butt-cheeks.
Later, he briefly mouthed my dick, and we concluded the evening with him fucking me, while his wife had her arms wrapped around him from behind, kissing his neck.
Another difference for me is, that as soon as I come, the desire to kiss other men disappears. I know I enjoy having gay sex, and I don't run out of the bedroom screaming after I come, but at that moment, I am no longer turned-on by kissing or hugging.
In many cases, we remain naked and find another activity for a while, like having a drink or just chatting, and usually, the urge returns soon enough, and I get aroused again.
I also don't catch myself thinking about men afterwards, especially not in the way of remembering how nice their eyes were, what a cute butt they had, or how sensual their lips were. That doesn't even cross my mind when we have sex.
I also don't look for any of those traits when I choose a man to have sex with. I have had sex with round-bellied grandpa type of guys, shy young twinks, nervous husbands and anything in between. Pretty much the only men I don't fall for are the ones that look too much like myself (I guess that proves I am not a narcissist), and men that are overtly dominant, muscular, or into leather.
With women I have had sex with, I remember all kinds of details, the look in her eyes, the sound of her moaning, the shape of her butt, the way her breasts touched my chest when she leaned over, the hair in her armpits (love that!), and a number of other weird little details, that come into mind at the oddest times.
Anyway, for now, sorry to disappoint the people that requested a married couple story. I'm sure there will be something to write about in the future.
Comments can be exciting in and of themselves, because they provide an opportunity for the commentator to say things publicly that turn them on. I frequently do it myself, leaving leaving prose like "would love to see you unload that into me", and various other inspired phrases that turn me on.
By contrast, the messages I receive are often more thoughtful, and some readers have strongly identified with certain stories, while others asked for new ones, covering their particular interests.
One re-occurring theme is husbands, asking for stories about another man joining their love-making. Typically, this involves a generously endowed suitor, preferably black.
I have had a few experiences with couples myself, the last time a few years ago, via Craigslist. In my experience, these hook-ups are often hit-or-miss. In this particular case, the couple in question had indeed looked for a well-endowed individual. I am at best small-to-average, and was told they 'settled' on me because they felt uncomfortable with the unsavory nature of some of the other responses.
As we sat on the couch, we discussed these type of encounters, and I told them I did not quite get the fascination of the 'well-hung-bull' scenario.
I am very much bisexual, and the idea of another man having sex with your wife is very exciting.
What I don't understand why the husband would like to stare at another dick, see it enter his wife, and not have the urge to at least touch it, suck it or to have the other man touch their own dick. It seems to me that the desire is there, and then out of shame, it is transformed into a generous deed for the wife.
Anyway, I told her that most men probably would not care at all what another female participant would look like at the prospect of a treesome, and I wondered if women felt that strongly about the size of the other guys dick.
Then, I asked if she would feel weird at all at seeing her husband have sex with me.
"Absolutely not", is what she replied. In fact, she thought it might be a turn-on for her.
She asked me what is was like, to be bisexual.
For me, there is a big difference between being bisexual and bi-romantic, for a lack of a better word.
I like having sex with other men. I like to suck their cocks, like to be sucked, I like having anal sex.
I even like to kiss other men, either by means of foreplay, or while we fuck. But I do not feel a romantic connection during those encounters, and never share the same emotional connection as I do when I have sex with a female partner.
Even casual sex with women is different. Most women I have been with for 'just sex' type of rendezvous, still liked to know a thing or two about me before getting down to it.
With men, it is practically expected to go down to business almost immediately. Also, when engaging in gay sex, men, including myself, are much more comfortable to express their desires or state of mind.
I like telling other men to stroke their big cocks (regardless of how big they really are) while I am fucking them, or to ask them to 'shove their fat cocks' in my ass. It turns me on, and them too.
But it doesn't come natural to tell women how much I like fucking their hairy pussy, or how much I like it when their breasts hang down towards my chest when they are on top of me. That is always something you have to feel-out in advance with casual encounters.
The husband had remained very quiet throughout this conversation, but hearing his wife resoundingly declare that she would have 'no-problem-whatsoever' with him engaging me, seemed to have removed a barrier for him that he probably never would have addressed otherwise.
At any rate, when we started having sex later that evening, he had become very curious.
At first, he approached me from behind while I was entering his wife, stroking his hands over my chest and belly, and I could feel him hardening against by butt-cheeks.
Later, he briefly mouthed my dick, and we concluded the evening with him fucking me, while his wife had her arms wrapped around him from behind, kissing his neck.
Another difference for me is, that as soon as I come, the desire to kiss other men disappears. I know I enjoy having gay sex, and I don't run out of the bedroom screaming after I come, but at that moment, I am no longer turned-on by kissing or hugging.
In many cases, we remain naked and find another activity for a while, like having a drink or just chatting, and usually, the urge returns soon enough, and I get aroused again.
I also don't catch myself thinking about men afterwards, especially not in the way of remembering how nice their eyes were, what a cute butt they had, or how sensual their lips were. That doesn't even cross my mind when we have sex.
I also don't look for any of those traits when I choose a man to have sex with. I have had sex with round-bellied grandpa type of guys, shy young twinks, nervous husbands and anything in between. Pretty much the only men I don't fall for are the ones that look too much like myself (I guess that proves I am not a narcissist), and men that are overtly dominant, muscular, or into leather.
With women I have had sex with, I remember all kinds of details, the look in her eyes, the sound of her moaning, the shape of her butt, the way her breasts touched my chest when she leaned over, the hair in her armpits (love that!), and a number of other weird little details, that come into mind at the oddest times.
Anyway, for now, sorry to disappoint the people that requested a married couple story. I'm sure there will be something to write about in the future.
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