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I haven't even touched on taste. Russ was my first real love. A guy from rural Colorado. A rancher. He had no idea he was gay or bisexual. He ranched with his dad all his life. He came into Denver to buy a new truck. I was working at the dealership. He was a big broad shouldered young man. Jeans with a great ass and nice bulge in the front. I was straight until I saw him. As soon as I saw him my bum clenched as if he was fucking me and I never looked back. I still fucked women but all I could think about was Russ, his tight jeans and nice bulge.

"Recently, a news broke out , some very uhm... not so social media friendly pictures of I myself and Mason Grey, The owner of the biggest Queer club in this part of the world. Damage control was done and all of that but people really want to hear me debunk the rumors before they believe it. Well I'm sorry to say but, I know the family I'm coming from and I know the rules and traditions and all of that, so that's why you know this is a lot to me. Mr Mason Grey and I were infact in a relationship, a very healthy one at that, the only pure and true relationship I've ever been in since birth. Since I was a child, each and everyone of my relationship have been selected and picked out by people, h

I wonder how gay people make love, never have I ever been attracted to any man other than Ethan. I instantly g****e 'How do gay people make out?' I see pictures, videos, and GIFs of men kissing, groping, and grinding nakedly. Oh god. I click on one of the links, the site is full of gay p**n with weird titles; Shakespeare in lust. Once upon a time in cock-tale. Tales of the dark hole. Star Trek: The next penetration. I cringe as I read their titles, but I scroll down anyway. Curiosity takes me to the amateur category.

They’ll never hurt him—or anyone else—again. For now, though, he’s here with me, laughing as he shares some embarrassing story about the first woman he tried to date when he came home. Apparently, he fell asleep in the middle of a movie because he was so bored. The way he tells it, I can’t help but laugh, and I retaliate by sharing one of my own cringe-worthy dating disasters. We exchange stories, one failure after another—awkward moments, embarrassing dates, and epic disasters. The conversation flows easily, and for the first time in what feels like forever, it feels right. Perfect, even.

Tyler and Marcus stood on either side of the bed, stroking themselves while they watched. “Fuck, she looks good like this,” Tyler said. “Mark’s wife getting railed on his own bed.” Ryan fucked me for a few minutes, then pulled out and flipped me over onto my hands and knees. He slapped my ass hard, then pushed back into my pussy from behind. The new angle made me cry out. Jake grabbed my hair and pulled my head up. “Open.” I opened my mouth and he pushed back in. Now I was being spit-roasted on my hands and knees in the middle of my bed while two more men watched and waited their turn.

He added darkly. Now he sounded like a bully. I giggled. “In my line of work, there's always a ready story. You want to know what happened, the answer is right there. But the question is, is that really what happened? That's where we come in. We always look for the second story under the public story. The real story". He looked like he knew where I was going. “ Now tell me, Jamie, what's the real story? Why are you here?" JAMESON'S POV

A new post from the same anonymous account. "That was just the beginning. Over the next few days, I'll be posting more of Lila's stories. Stories about other guys at school. You might even find yourself in one of them. Stay tuned to see just how perverted Lila Richmond really is." My hands were shaking. This person did not just have one story. They had multiple stories. Stories about different people. I had written so many over the past year. Stories to process my confusing feelings. Stories about Ryan. Stories about Derek before I knew him. Stories about random guys I found attractive. Stories that were never meant to be read by anyone.

"It's complicated. That night, after I got a photo of Kinan kissing a man, I don't know why my body felt like I wanted to go to a gay Bar. I saw there was a lot of happiness there. Then, I had a drink and the waiter offered me a one-night stand with a man. He gave me the key to the room. In the room, I immediately hugged him tightly. The hug he gave really made me peaceful. After that, we had sex and I became the bottom party who sighed deliciously. Our game really- really made me feel better. I didn't want him to go but he lied." Vero stroked the mane of my hair, he looked at me intently, his jet-black eyes made me get a little radiance of calm there. "Then after this, what are you going to

Rai asked him. "Oh last night, they both appeared out of the blue on the jet, drunk off their asses to see us both in our makeup. I think they were shocked by how beautiful we were. Anyways, one thing led to another and after they made us immortal we dropped to our knees and sucked them off to completion. They were tasty, we compared experiences," Richard announced and giggled hysterically as Alejandro nodded and joined him. I grinned slightly and shrugged looking at Rai shaking his head at our two friends. "So you both are in an open marriage," I questioned the pair and they both shrugged.

At this rate, we will waste half a bottle of vodka tonight. “Question,” I state. The ladies laugh at my party game. They know I am trying to keep the conversation interesting. “Ever have sex in a public place?” After two martinis and a shot of vodka, this should be interesting. “I had hot sex in the hospital utility closet,” Reagan confesses. “And doctors’ quarters.” “We’ve christened the office at the restaurant and my in-law’s bathroom at a family function,” Martha brags. Kennedy confesses a story of sex in Jackson’s room before a frat house party.