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I don’t like lies. “I said I was untouched by a man, therefore I did not lie. Max, I’m bisexual. I had my own fun with girls. However, I never once let a man touch me, and if they tried they got their ass beat by someone for it.” Toni confesses, shocking the shit out of me. I guess she didn’t lie afterall.

Okay, so I’m going to be straight with you. I’m not. Straight, that is. I’m very much bisexual. I like women. I like men. I like vag and tits, and I like dicks and balls. I like sex, and it doesn’t really matter to me what gender it’s with. With the ridiculous stress my father put me under since I shifted, I needed an outlet. So I found a club. An hour west of the pack’s borders is a place called No Holes Barred.

when puberty came and he'd found himself succumbing to his second sexual characteristics more often than not. The confusion of his development had led to Porter being attracted to both boys and girls growing up and he'd been unable to help it. He often referred to himself as bisexual just to try it out as it was easier than pretending he wasn't watching his blue movies for both the moaning blonds and the well-endowed studs whenever he'd been alone or with his older brother who often had them on the television whenever his parents had been out since he'd gone through puberty. His first blond bombshell had been due to his brother liking a particular actress and jerking it to her in the living

More gasps filled the air and they all stared at me like I had committed murder. "Yes!" I shouted on top of my voice. "I was bisexual for a year. I was just having fun and wanted to know what it felt like to be touched by a girl. But after that year, I stopped and went back to the opposite gender. I must say that dick is a good thing!" I exclaimed, mirroring the looks of a mad person.

So like always, my mouth got me in trouble. "Hey, just say you want to beat us up, and don't come up with such a dumbass logic as that. Come on, you could do better then that. What are you? An idiot?" I said the boys that were behind him were in complete shock, and so was Adrien. "And please don't use that word, I don't like it. And to clarify your question, no, Adrien is not gay. But I am, well I'm bisexual, but I do like guys, so yeah. You could say, I'm half gay." I said to him giving him a smile. The boys that were holding me made a face of utter disgust, and so did the other guys. Well, except Adrien of course. I then had a sadistic smile on my face, from the plan I just came up with.

He spat. Blackie, however, didn’t see his point at all, “So?” ‘Ah, if a soul mate of a natural-born little bottom like you was a female, wouldn’t that be a tragedy?! No, to put it in more correct terms – how the fuck would a perfect match of a little bottom like you be anything else but a top?!?’ “He is straight, and I’m asexual!!!” Noah’s forced out between his ragged breaths. ‘Straight?? Levi?? Asexual, you?!?’ Blackie nearly choked on his spit, ‘You still believe that after all that just went down on that bed?!?’ ಠ_ಠ

He burst so quickly that he looked a bit embarrassed by the fact that he couldn't hold himself from coming inside my mouth. "Okay, that's enough for you. Go now. Leave me to enjoy my alone time." I peeled myself from his lean muscular body. "But you haven't..." "Look, this is not for everyone. I got you off, and that's that, we don't have to talk about this. Ever again." I got enough bad dates to remind myself of that. People think they could handle being bisexual, but being fuck by a man can be very intimidating. And not many people are actually adventurous enough to go down that road.

He's hearing basically the same thing he was wearing earlier, except he's wearing black shorts instead of black pants. He's so boring. Boring man. "We shower because we're clean," I say, "Then we chose each other's outfits to make sure we impress all the ladies... and the guys, too, since I'm bisexual tonight. I'm fully bisexual every day after today too, actually. Brody? Did you hear? This is me coming out." "I heard," he murmurs and gives his cousin a look, as if he's trying to check if he can talk or not. Poor Body, the cult has him super brainwashed, "Good for you?"

I grumbled, shaking my head as I let my gaze drift into the distance. I was stupid to believe him. Stupid to let myself be blinded by my emotions. My insecurities. But, wait I am confused. The way he kissed me and looked at my breasts. That makes Amir bisexual and not gay, right? No, his ass is so fucking gay. The way he was bent over and throwing that ass back. It was not his first rodeo, and he is clearly a huge fan of dick. Besides, does it matter we don't date men that like dick, period.

I returned his tone, "She made me cum, and so did he. Wasn't that you're entire point? To have me experience this? What's wrong with you? We've known each other for over a decade." "You think you know me," he stated, "I'm bisexual, not gay." Shocked, frozen, "I've only ever seen you with men." "Why would I tell you about the women I'm with?" he questioned. "I-I mean, you're like a brother to me; I thought you felt the same. That you could tell me anything," I reasoned. "Brother?" he repeated. I scratched in confusion, "Look, I'm not good at reading between the lines. Just tell me what's got you acting so riled up."