Bisexual Male Erotica Novels & Stories

A masked highway-man pressed a lady against a carriage, her skirts whipped high as he penetated her with a weapon longer and thicker than his pistol. The study seemed to vibrate with the heat and grind of passion as Karen viewed the hump backed beast, transvestites, flagellation; dirty old men with grotesque, distended members and huge sagging testicles; beautiful youths with spritely cocks springing eagerly from thick pubic hair, their balls firm and taut. No aspect of physical congress was left unexplored. Women with women, men with men, women with men, every variation under the sun depicted - a seething bacchanalia.

He swallowed it and he pulled out. “You are a very hot lover, with handsome face, great body and hot, hung cock. The man who checked you in is my husband. We host sex parties in a suite upstairs. We’re hosting one tonight for men and women. You would make a good Sex Slave, but you must wear a blindfold. Interested?” “Yes, what time?” “On your knees.” Derricks ordered her, he pour his hot semen down her throat. She dropped to her knees, spread her ass cheeks and he licked her assholes. She groaned and got rock hard and dripping again. He sucked her off again, put on condoms, lubed and fingered out asses and slid his cocks into her pussy with her legs over his shoulders.

Jose said whilst scratching his neck in an embarrassed way, the male's gaze flicked with interested and lust for a moment. He never thought that the Lumeré would be so polite, ripped, gorgeous and extremely handsome, his thick dick was so prominent that one can't help but to notice it, between the eighth males in the room previously, two was bisexual whilst the others are straight, and this irresistible registrer is one of the two, he has only being with a guy throughout his sex life but when he saw Jose enter the hall, his dick couldn't help but to throb, and now realizing that the male is a nice, easy going and gorgeous specimen he felt something stared inside him.

If you look at the man, he looks straight, his body also looks well-shaped because his six-pack abs are close to his white polo shirt. "What do you mean curious, sir?" The man asked why my little smirk flashed on my lips. I was once curious, the day my math professor offered me to dump my pet in exchange for a high grade, I suddenly became curious about his offer and that was the day I thought maybe I was bisexual, because I both enjoy and fall in love with women and men.

I flailed for something to hold, grabbed the shower curtain then thought again because curtains cost money and anyway it wouldn’t have worked except as a metaphor for reck- less passion. So I braced myself as best I could, one hand on the slippery tiles, another on the tub edge. Steam enshrouded us carrying scents of cosmetics, visions of vanilla chiffon. Pale streaks of foam spiraled into the drain and vanished. His hands dug into my hips. In the midst of the vapor and wetness, his cock shored me up, enormous and substantial where I was soft and hidden. They wouldn’t show that in the movies. This wouldn’t even make a porno because it wasn’t camera friendly. Impossible to see our thrusting c

Erito swiped his hand on his elder brother’s manhood device while guffawing naughtily. “Oh, shit, Erito… You’re wakening it up… Oh, Erito…” howled Eriwan quite long, with his eyesight having been covered again by his lust and desire. Erito was seen hugging his elder brother from behind. He pulled down a little bit his elder brother’s undies. He began to jerk off his elder brother’s manhood device from behind. His another hand was seen caressing, fondling and cuddling his elder brother’s sexy, muscular, sturdy chest and nipples.

I moaned in mixtures of frustration and delight. "Yes, you can," the man pulled my sports shorts down my ankles, and he kneeled before me. He started to tease the tip of my now rock-hard cock. I felt my whole being float. I hate what I was going through mentally, and I don't want even the thought that I was going to be like my dad, who is confused with what he really wants, men or women. I was confident I was not bisexual. But I cannot deny that right at the very moment; I love the feel of his tongue in and around my shaft. I love the fine and firm pressure of his hands circling around my girth and sometimes holding my balls like a cock ring as he suckled on them one after the other. "Ahhhhh

I clicked on the link and it brought up a very professional looking site, which, for some reason, actually surprised me bit. I saw a link called “Learn more,” so I clicked on it and kept going. I was getting more and more interested as I read the page, which said, “Are you a heterosexual man who’s looking for new experiences? Do you have bisexual thoughts and fantasies that you can’t get out of your head? Do you want to act-out those fantasies with another man in a safe and confidential way? If this sounds like you, we will match you with someone who shares your desires.”

They were both still quiet. “What I'm trying to say… no judgement here.” I turned back and hastened to my room, shutting the door behind me before sliding down to the cold marble tile beneath. So Miguel was bisexual? And I should be angry and jealous but the sight of both men has turned me on. My pussy was on fire from want and I could not suppress it anymore. I had to do something or I would lose my mind. My eyes swept the room carefully, looking for what I could replace with a dildo.

His thick cock rested against her wet pussy lips, sliding between them. Mira moaned at the contact. She rocked her hips, rubbing her soaked pussy along his shaft. The head of his cock bumped against her swollen clit. Malik groaned. He had not felt a woman this wet in years. He leaned down, his massive body covering hers. His mouth found her heavy breast and sucked hard on her nipple. Mira arched her back and moaned loudly. Her hands grabbed his broad shoulders, nails digging into his dark skin. Malik’s thick cock pressed against her entrance, ready to push inside.