biman

Today, I’m ambivalent. Been getting a lot of interest from panty wearers and cross dressers on the swinging website. Maybe that’s at the heart of it. I just love the sight of women’s undies: a glimpse of bra strap; a flash of stocking top; a glance down a pair of jeans to check out the colour of her knickers. But then, when there’s a big, hard cock poking from the lace it’s rude not to try, isn’t it.

So I’m working on fixing up a meet with a man who will let me into his knickers. A lot of them are very close to home though and I’m not keen on working too close to my home patch. Might be someone I know!

Funny how my sexuality swings around. Yesterday I spent most of the day imagining two of my female friends eating each other while the two men in the group wanked each other and sucked cocks. Pure fantasy, but it kept me going. I imagined a kind of deal being struck. We’ll lick each other, but you’ve got to suck his cock in return. Maybe some day…

I did get a bit of cock action the other night, if only of the cyber variety. A bi-curious guy was asking me online what we would do if we were together. So I described in as dirty detail as I could imagine what I would like to do to him and his (unseen) cock. Eventually, I persuaded him that it would be a good idea if he took a look at my cock on webcam. So out came the camera and the cock, giving him my best porn-star impersonation (not easy when there’s only one of you in the script).

After 15 minutes of so of playing with my dick, it was definitely getting time for release, so I asked him if he’d like to witness my orgasm.

Of course, he did. So I produced the goods, on camera, and sat caressing my slowly softening cock when his webcam fired up and I was treated to another fifteen minutes of cyber sex watching his foreskin fly up and down in his fist.

Funny thing is, I was just starting to get hard again when he came. We must get out timing sorted a bit better if we ever meet. And my keys are a bit sticky now, because you’ve got to keep typing and it spoils the effect for him if you’re mopping up cum while he’s in the throes of a great wank. So if there are any spelling mistakes here, blame the semen and our lack of co-ordination!

My second close encounter with a live cock, other than my own, which happens quite a lot, was a very different experience.

For a start, my car's driver's seat collapsed on my way to meet the guy, an hour's drive from where I live. I don't know if you've ever tried to drive without the back of your seat, but it's not easy! So I wasn't in the best of moods when I arrived.

Still, a bit of porn later and I was up for it. Sometimes I like to take my time and sometimes I like the idea of a quickie. We watched some guys sucking each other's cocks for a while on the video then went upstairs.

He didn't have a very big one, unlike my first oral encounter, but god, was he hard! He was small enough to take the whole thing in my mouth and he really wanted me to rim him too, so I did. I have to admit I'm not a fan of rimming guys. I can lick my girlfriend's bumhole all night and never tire of it (she does have a cutie) but I just don't get the same kick out of dribbling into a man's arse. I've never been able to explain the reason why I find the idea of licking a woman's bum such a turn-on yet men's don't do a thing for me. This must seem very strange to an anally centred gay guy and perhaps it's just one of those bi things. Any thoughts?

I sucked and licked this guy till he came in my mouth. I remember his taste even now. Very salty; never had none like that since, but very sexy. He made me cum with his hand. I recall how frantic he was at wanking me. It was like a race to see how fast he could make me spunk. I thought at the time that must be how all men do it. I've found out since that's not true! Slow and sensuous is my favourite.

So, it took virtually no time for me to produce a fountain of spunk for him, which he seemed to appreciate. Then it was wipe up and out of the door. The whole thing must have taken no more than half an hour. I said goodbye to him, and walked back to the car, overjoyed at the thought of driving back home with a crocked seat.

I went straight to my friendly garage and got the mechanics to weld it up for me. Now that was a strange feeling, in such a macho environment, my tongue still tasting of his spunk, my lips with his scent on them and my belly full of his cum. If only they knew!

So anyway, I had my fill of soft, female flesh. And God, was it nice! There is nothing, absolutely nothing, that beats the sight of the beautiful curves of a woman.

And the smell of a woman! I read the girl with a one track mind blog regularly and she describes in one episode her first sexual experience with a woman. She says she can still smell her on her hands as she types. How right! That fantastic, lingering smell of pussy on your fingers (and lips) is so great and I can't resist having a sly sniff whenever I've been with a woman.

But so to cocks. Having enjoyed my best hetero session for ages, my mind turned this morning, as I'm sure all bi people will understand, to the opposite side.

I woke up with a hard-on and started thinking about the men I've encountered. My first true homosexual experience (I'll leave the adolescent experimentation to one side) was with a guy with a truly impressive cock. Unfortunately, he was diabetic and couldn't sustain a hard-on, but he was pretty awe-inspiring even with only half a stiffy. I still have occasional wank thinking about his lovely long dick in my mouth.

His was the first load of spunk I tasted, too, other than my own, and I still remember him commenting how much I liked cock. Too right! I came twice with his cock in my mouth and get hard just thinking about him. He wasn't much to look at. I was quite disappointed when he opened the door of his flat, but he made up for what he lacked in looks by what he possessed in the trouser department.

How about you other bi guys? Do you swing from pussy horn to cock horn like I do? Some days I'm just desperate for one and not the other. Right now, I'm really hot for a blonde woman with a curvy body after watching a TV drama with a really good-looking blonde that got my juices flowing.

So if there are any willing takers out there, don't be shy.

Well, guess what?

This morning I texted her and ended up caressing her hot body and slipping my fingers inside her dripping cunt.

Yes, I couldn't resist. But I realise why I couldn't resist. She is fantastic at sex. I came twice with her and she came more than that.

Looking at her curves just does something to me and feeling that supple, yielding flesh just drives me wild.

I am weak! I am a man.