Give Me a Bisexual Boyfriend

Wouldn't it be great to have a bisexual boyfriend? I'd want him to be totally fit and hot, charming, funny, and he must love to suck cock. Have him be totally smooth with the ladies, great at convincing hot chicks to come home with us to screw. Maybe we could take one of our girlfriends up into the mountains to a remote campsite and fuck her right out in the open under the sky.

Urges Surface With Opportunity

I hadn't expected to be an absentee blogger for this whole week, but it turned out that way. I've felt largely uninspired by Houston so far. The job I'm checking out hasn't been what I hoped for. And the pollution has been really getting to me. Not only that, I miss home.

Despite my lack of motivation to blog or anything else this week - aside from my rant about kids brought on by holiday overload - I did feel a tinge of excitement as I googled "houston gay bars" yesterday, and have been looking for the opportunity to get away. Since my friend and his wife don't know I'm bisexual, I also need to find a good cover story, or at least a typical straight bar to say that I went to. But I don't want to go to a typical straight bar. This is about experiencing something new.

So my Google search turned up some encouraging results. Of course there's tons of choices, one is even a leather bar (oh how I wish I had brought my gear!). There are quite a few dance clubs, but one in particular looks to be just my type of place: I like a quiet, mellow, dimly lit bar. When I go out I don't usually want a lot of frantic action or flashy fanfare. I just want a nice classy place to chill out, sip a few martinis, and relax. No techno-throb or DJ's, nothing flamboyant or over the top. Just cool.

Also I really need to see if going to a gay bar lives up to my expectations. I expect that I will get hit on, that I will be approached, which would work perfectly for me because I'm shy and not too good at breaking the ice. As I've bitched about before, what sucks about being a hetero guy is that you have to make all the moves. It's a rare case in a thousand where the woman makes the advance. Most of the times guys have to belly up to the bar and put something out there, because if she's available she's probably just sitting at the bar waiting for someone to have the courage to make an advance. Why she doesn't have the courage to make an advance herself is beyond the point. The point is I want to be the one who gets to sit at the bar sipping my drink while suitors scramble to approach me.

I may well be too vain in assuming that anyone - male or female - would be interested in approaching me, and I may be setting myself up for even more despair if my plan fails, in the event that I am unable to attract any interest at all. But I'm willing to give it a try. Because the rejection I've faced in the heterosexual world would turn anyone's heart to stone.

Bi-Curious Poll Results

Nearly sixty percent of voters said they wish this site had more bisexual pics and vids. So of course it got me thinking. They must mean threesomes, MMF (male-male-female). So is that the dominant paradigm in bisexual desires? Is it merely a group-of-three fetish? Do some men gather some form of comfort with having a woman there? Would they stay hard if she left? Would they think they were gay if they did stay hard?

To me, my bisexuality is more about a duality of lust. My attraction for one sex seems to wax and wane, like the phases of the moon. My gayness surges in a tide, then will wither down until only straight sex consumes my fantasies, then will come rushing back. For me, the beauty of bisexuality is the option to sleep with a man or a woman, that both can get me hard and, presumably, get me off and satisfy my lustful cravings. That just feels like it opens so many doors for me, that I don't need to be pigeonholed into a straight or gay category. It feels like goddamn freedom.

Despite my decision to admit my bisexuality to myself, and to continue to be more honest with myself, I still struggle with having to have a label at all. "Bisexual". Does that word exactly describe my shade of gay? Not really. Come to think of it, bisexual can mean a lot of things and describes little. Would a better term for men who only get off on MMF be "trisexual"? Are guys who would sleep with either a guy or girl but not both "polarsexual"? Are people who'd fuck anything, human or animal, "omnisexual"? Are anything-goes group sex participants "polysexual"? All these labels... are they really necessary?

Fetish Sex Party Fantasy

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Gay Urges Explained

Lately I've been masturbating to gay material pretty much exclusively. I don't know if this is because I'm becoming more gay, less bisexual, or if I'm gearing up for my first experience, or if I'm finally giving up on women or what. It's weird because usually I'm pretty self aware and clued-in to what's going on inside of me. This one is kind of confusing though. I've been on the gay/straight fence for so long, sometimes I wonder if I'm hanging on to bisexuality in the hopes that there's a women out there for me. It's like I'm afraid to give up on women, afraid to totally disavow my attraction to them, for fear that I'd be letting something go that I still want. But then the pain of failure surfaces again and I immediately feel the bitterness bubble up... They make it so hard! And I'm not just talking about my dick.

I simply want my cock worshiped. I don't care what gender gives it the attention it needs, just as long as I'm attracted to them, and as long as they treat my trouser snake like a friggin' king-god. Kneel before it, kiss it, lick it, suck it, shower it with love and affection. Treat it like an altar, a sacrament, show it respect and admiration. Force it down your throat, expertly guide it deep into your ass. Love every inch.

The most alluring thing about having a gay experience is the assumption that my cock will be treated to the attentive affections of someone who knows what the hell they are doing. What makes dicks feel good is no mystery to gay men. They understand cock intimately, what it craves, what makes it tick. The penis is not an extraordinarily complex organ, yet it can shrivel in the hands of the inexperienced and the timid.

I want to be naked on a bed, lean back with my hands behind my head, and have some muscular masseuse oil my engine and coax out a cumload. I want an intimate massage from some hot beefcake, and see him get hard through high-cut silky gym shorts. Then reach out while he stands over me and stroke his cum out all over my chest and abs.

Homo Erotic Massage

When I was in high school, I used to raid my dad's Playboys and Penthouses. The Penthouse magazines were more dirty so of course I always leaned more toward them. One had a story about a married man who had gotten a professional massage from his wife as a gift for their anniversary. The masseuse was a man, and in the story the guy got an erection during the massage, and the masseuse jerked him off and made him come, then quietly finished up the massage.



That story was so exciting because at that time I was completely in the closet to myself, so I was surprised to be turned on by it. Since then I have always wanted to get a massage from some hot guy and when I get hard he strokes me off, just like in the story.



I have only ever gotten professional massages from women, for fear of my cock reacting to this fantasy. It's against professional ethics to massage private parts, and I've only ever paid for a massage from a licensed massage therapist. I've never been to a massage parlor or erotic massage type place, just offices and spas.

Anyway, I'd love to get an erotic massage from some beautiful guy someday, like in the story I read as a teenager, and get stroked by some hunky sexy naked guy. It would be even more exciting if he got hard too, because then I'd know that he was turned on by massaging me and it would get me even harder. It would be great to have a handjob last as long as a paid massage, say, half an hour?

I recently bought a bottle of Astroglide. It's really slippery and lasts a long long time. I've been jerking off with it every once in a while, trying not to overuse it. I've wanted to save it for when I get some beginner anal toys, it's great for anal, I've been told.

Cumming On Stuff

This post is for all of you bi guys out there, apologies to my gay friends, here's other posts for your pleasure.



I love to cum on things. Just seeing all that hot juicy cum splash and splooge all over skin, magazines, panties, leather, or lace - it doesn't matter - it's such a turn on. Sometimes I jerk off onto porno mags, whether they be straight or gay. Watching my cum squirt out and land on the pictures takes me away to a fantasy world, where the person in the photo comes alive in my imagination, helping to visualize my jism peppering their skin.





I love a woman that's not afraid of cum, loves to get it all over her tits and will let me cum onto her back, ass, face or pussy, anywhere I want to see it land. Facials in particular have this wonderful domination/submissive element to them. A chick that can keep a smile through that is truly a cum loving whore, in all the best sense of the word.



And ah yes, to cum on a beautiful cunt. Any chick that ever let me cum right onto her pussy was on the pill, otherwise the fear of getting pregnant was always there, not to mention HIV/AIDS, so usually this was off limits. Getting to do that is a rare treat, especially in non-monogamous relationships. Common sense dictates that you wrap it and trap it, but it sure is fun to unleash all that cum right onto a pussy, if she lets you do it.





I also want to see my cum splattered all over some guy's bare ass. I love porn surfing for gay cumshots. It's just so hot to see that milky jizz all over another guy's abs, balls, ass... whatever, just let me see it pooling up while I'm stroking along, ready to shoot my load onto that creamy mess.



It's such a strong fantasy to see my own cum surge out onto some cute guy's shaved asshole. I'm new to this bisexual thing so I don't really get off on hairy asses or big, gaping, greased, fisted, totally blown out asses. I like a puckered, healthy looking pinkstar. Maybe it's just my relative inexperience with them, as I've rimmed only a few female lovers, but I have to be honest, I've never fucked an ass. Two chicks I have dated were into anal, but they both said I was too big to fit. I dunno, I'm only 6.5 inches, so whatever. Anyway, someday I'm going to get to watch my own cum ejaculating out onto some guy's pretty little ass and I'm going to love every minute of it.

Lily's Triangle

I just got off the phone with a former lover. She told me she just started stripping. Damn right girl! She has a smoking hot body, perfect sized tits, knows how to dance, is into porn, so I always wondered why she hadn't been a stripper before. She has this way of never aging. Her body is small and petite, and she always reminds me of the 21 year-old girl I first met way back in '96, even though she is now 33. Now that she's a stripper, I'm tempted to go visit her and get a right proper lap dance!

She first shaved her pussy at my request. I had asked her to do a little femscaping so I could get a better angle at eating her clit. She readily agreed. Later the next day she said, "my pussy's felt things she's never felt before!" The smooth exposed condition of her clit left it vulnerable to casual rubs during normal daily movement, and she was amazed at the clitoral delights she could enjoy during regular moments throughout the day. She was instantly hooked, and as far as I know, she hasn't stopped trimming since.

They way she shapes her pussy hair is just so sexy. She shaves her outer lips, and then wide strips on her bikini line, then shaves off everything above her clit except for one little perfectly shaped triangle. It is a beautiful thing. Her pussy lips are a unique orchid of lovely folds, and when I porn surf and see a cunt like hers it always reminds me of her. The way she trimmed her pussy, the way it looked so pretty, the way it tasted. I remember it having a distinct, strong yet not unpleasant taste, not unlike her personality. She's a strong, independent, wildly sexy woman, and she's got the pussy to match.

She told me just now that she has a committed boyfriend. I have to admit I'm a little disappointed that I won't have a snowball's chance in hell of getting laid if I go to see her. The thought of not getting to see that meticulously trimmed little snatch of hers makes those miles seem all but too far to drive.

The last time we got to fool around was two years ago. We did see each other last year. I even got us a hotel suite for the night, but somehow she was disinterested in sex. I was absolutely devastated. She cock-blocked me, and jerking off did nothing to squelch the fervor churning in my nuts.

Two years ago, we probably had our most vigorous sex ever, though I didn't get to actually fuck that sweet beautiful pussy of hers. She made me fuck her face, which was great because years ago she had said she would never deep throat. Now here she was, hanging her head off the bed, and I was wearing a metal cockring and hard as a rock, literally fucking her throat, balls against her nose. It was great! Of course I came and that was that, and she went to bed.

I still have unfinished business with her. We were talking about sex before she let me fuck her throat that night, and she said we could stick a vibrator up her ass while I fucked her. We never got to do that, and I'm still holding out fleeting hope that maybe we'll have the chance to fulfill that fantasy. She loves anal sex, but always said my cock was too big for her ass. Whatever, girl.

I'll be moving clear across the country soon, and won't get to see her every year or two anymore. I feel sad that we won't have a chance to be occasional lovers again. Sometimes when we saw each other back in the day, neither of us had gotten laid in a while, and the release and familiarity was a truly wonderful thing. She's a good lay, and my cock fits inside of her cunt hole like hand in glove. And her body just won't quit!

I wish her well in her new relationship, though I would jump at the chance to fuck her again, the fine little package of a woman that she is. She knows I'm bi, so maybe I'll send her this post. Let her know how I really feel. I'm secretly hoping she'll break up with this guy before I take one last road trip up her way, but it's not nice to wish ill will on others. Hey... maybe he's bi too! Yeah right, keep dreaming kid.

The Allure of Gay Porn

Some straight porn has reacted to criticisms that it’s too phalli-centric, becoming more focused on female arousal, and less about the cock and the all mighty money shot. While I commend the porn industry for catering to more vanilla-sex heterosexual and mainstream couples, I also mourn the loss of some good old cock centered porn.

That's what rules about gay porn: it's all about the cock. Usually with a quick, cursory overview of the rest of the body, and then the camera zeros in on the phallus. Then the cock worship begins. Big beautiful throbbing thick juicy cock. The wonderful fuck machine, cum spurt volcano python god.

Men in orgasm tend to be focused on their cocks, at least in masturbation and porn, where seeing the spurts of cum are as much of the experience as the euphoric feelings. Soon the visual aspect of the ejaculate can become inexorably attached to the orgasm experience itself. While women's sexuality is generally a full-body arousal, a man's sexuality focuses on his cock.

Gay porn satisfies the male urge to have the phallus worshiped. Men sucking and fucking, jerking off on each other, mixing cum on flawless abs. Men have cocks and therefore understand the organ better than most women. To their credit, there are some truly talented cock-worshiping women out there, and the best female lovers I have ever had have understood this cock-centric principle.

I do hope my first gay encounter is with a talented cock sucker. The last five or ten women I've been with have had limited, timid cock sucking skills. Good cock suckers seem so rare in the heterosexual world, I kind of have high expectations for my first gay lover. He better suck a mean cock, have amazing deep throat skills, or I might as well be with a woman.

Seduced at a Hotel Bar

Our gay bar in town isn’t well known. It’s a hotel bar in a gay-friendly part of town, I hadn’t known about it until a lesbian friend of mine told me about it. It seemed like a good place to start, as I had been having gay fantasies for years, only recently having decided to actually act upon them.

I went down Saturday night to check it out, it was a typical hotel bar. Nothing out of the ordinary, except for the obvious fact that most every couple and group in the bar were gay men and gay women. Looks like the choice was made for this bisexual: check out the guys! No homophobes to be found here, I thought to myself.

I sat at the bar and ordered a drink, vodka martini. Before too long, some really cute guy came up and asked if the seat next to me was taken. “Not yet” I said, my heart rate racing as he sat down. "Am I going to get hit on by a guy?" I eagerly wondered.

He was wearing a white dress shirt, two buttons undone, I could see that his pecs were well defined and copped a glance down his shirt as he sat down. I looked up and his blue eyes focused on mine in an intense yet unassuming way that made me instantly relax. "What's a guy like you doing in a place like this?" he said half-sarcastically, poking fun at the infamous pickup line.

"Just seeing what's available," I said, smiling with my eyes as I took a big swig off my martini, trying to remain calm. I felt like a deer in his headlights. This was new territory for me, being the hunted and not the hunter, it was a change of pace to not have to make the first move like in the straight bars.

His demeanor was very natural and smooth, flirting with me in a relaxed and confident way. It was more conversational than a date, they are usually more structured and interrogatory, the conversation always seems to end up on personal questions. But this guy had a way of getting around the typical dumb direct questions with humor. "What's a guy gotta do to get a-head in this town?" he said, casting a playful glance, accenting the corny innuendo, "financially I mean, of course."

I finished my first drink, and my new friend quickly offered, "I could get your next drink, or why don't we just have drinks in my room, I got a suite for the weekend and I stocked the wet bar."

"Sounds good, let's go" I heard myself say.

I left a 10-spot on the bar, and he whisked me away to his room. I eagerly waited for him to get out his key to open the door, nearly faint with the thumping in my chest. My first time with a guy was eminent, and my cock pounded against the constraint of my jeans. Heart racing, ears ringing, face blushing, the anticipation was almost unbearable!

He opened the door, and I practically fell into his arms. He was much stronger than me, bigger build, taller, and more muscular. It was like leaning into a stone building, solid and unmovable. Though I had never kissed a guy before, our mouths met in a deep kiss, our tongues entwined. While we made out he unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a meticulously sculpted six pack and chiseled pecs. What luck, I thought, I had met up with a Greek god for my first encounter, and my mind raced with the excitement of long-awaited release.

With a playful tug through my jeans on my throbbing package, he pulled away from me and suggested I sit on the couch while he make us some drinks. I took "make yourself comfortable" to mean take off my pants, since the swelling in my undershorts had become uncomfortable. My dick was doubled-over, trying to get hard on itself, stuffed into my boxer briefs, and when I pulled them down, my cock sprung out like a tiger being released from a cage. Any fullness left to attain in my erection was completed in three heartbeats, my cock instantly pulsing to full mast.

Standing there in the room half naked, cock pumping to my heartbeat, I said to him, "you'd better hurry with those drinks." He looked over, saw what had emerged and smiling wryly, carried over the drinks, "that's why I love skinny guys, they always have such big secrets," and he handed me my drink. Vodka martini, straight up.

Cheers. He moved close and we kissed. I ran my hand over his abs, moved it down and unzipped his trousers. To my delight, his meat tumbled out of his pants, right out of his zipper hole. I leaned my hips forward to rub my cock against his, back and forth while we kissed. He undid his pants button, and they fell to his ankles, revealing alabaster sculpted lower abs and neatly trimmed cock.

Between sips from our drinks, which were now taking effect, adding to the buzz in my head, we made out intently. "I want to be topped" he said, and took off his shirt, sat down on the couch and put his drink on the corner table. He pulled out a condom and lube from a little drawer, and tossed me the condom. "Put this on, I want you to fuck me." He scooted forward, sat back in the couch, put his legs in the air, squirted lube on his hand, and started massaging his asshole as I put on the condom. In no time he had three fingers in his ass and said "bring that cock over here." I knelt before him and stuck my cock in his ass. His skilled muscle practically grabbed my dick and sucked me in. The warmth enveloped my rock hard cock and I pushed deep into him, my balls nestled between his ass cheeks.

I pulled out slowly and he moaned, "yes, fuck me" and I pushed deep into him again. Increasing the pace, I pumped my dick harder and harder into his ass until I was furiously pumping, fucking his hole deeper with each thrust. I grabbed hold of his beautiful hard cock, and used it as a handle to fuck him deeper. "Yes! Fuck me harder!" he screamed, and I started to counter my thrusts with jerks on his cock, so that I was essentially giving him a handjob and fucking him at the same time.

I fucked and jerked him until he declared, "I'm coming!" His asshole clenched down hard on my cock and he came in thunderous bursts onto his chest and stomach. The sight of all that white milky cum and the clenching on my cock just put me over the edge, and I pulled out of him, whipped off the condom, and spurted my orgasm out onto his chest, dripping onto his balls and cock, mixing our cumloads in a spunky brew of man juice.

He spread the cum out all over his chest, rubbed it in to his skin, and I lay on top of him exhausted, put my head on his shoulder, smelled our scents together and fell asleep.

Bisexual Marriage

If there's a soul mate for everyone, how can I be sure my soul mate is not a man? With gay marriage gaining acceptance in society more and more every day, marriage may soon be a sacred right for all human beings, male, female, or transgender. Not just male and female. That said, what type of marriage is there for bisexuals?

Could three-way marriage ever be legal? Two men marrying one woman? Polyandry is currently illegal in the US, so that leaves one legal avenue for a bisexual to have a happy marriage. And that is an open one, in which each partner agrees to allow the other to sleep with other people.

This type of relationship would take a tremendous amount of love, understanding and control of jealousy. Can you imagine if your open marriage partner was getting laid like crazy while you're striking out? That'd be double jealousy!

Finding a soul mate has come easy for some, while others have settled for the first thing that came along, and for others it has not come at all. I can't imagine finding a wife who understands that I need to get some man meat every now and then, sometimes with her around, sometimes without. Ideal would be to find a bisexual woman, that way we could enjoy variations of every kind; but I don't see that happening anytime soon.

Here's another solution to the bisexual dilemma, have a husband and we go out and hit on chicks all the time. Don't some women have the fantasy that they will be the one to "break" their gay friend and turn him back to pussy? Make him see the light? Well, I'm ready to be broken. And she gets to watch:

What is bisexuality?

Like most unconventional viewpoints of sexuality, bisexuality is greatly misunderstood by the masses. Even within the porn industry, the presentation of bisexual encounters seems limited and over-simplified.

Nearly all of the bisexual male porn videos I have seen almost always have the same MMF (Male-Male-Female) formula in a variation of the same boring scene. He sucks, he fucks, he gets fucked, and the woman is there almost as an extra in a gay porn video. Not much real variety to be found here.

I have seen double penetration scenes in straight porn where the guys are more careful not to touch each other's balls than to actually get into the action. Straight MMF videos always seem to have this element, where she is the center of attention, and the two men are extra careful not to let each others parts ever touch, as if that were a sure sign of being a homo.

I would like to see some more creative portrayals of bisexuality in porn. Real life scenarios and situations are far more complex and interesting than what bisexual porn puts out. The opportunities for variety in one's sex life are the greatest with bisexuality, why not exploit that fact to make better videos?

Here's a few racy situations I'd like to see: The curious gay couple who brings home a chick from the bar, but she turns out to be a tranny! The husband busted with his gay lover by his wife when she gets home early from a business trip. The hottie who brings home two straight men from the bar, and they explore their previously unknown bi curiosities. Two straight friends that agree to watch porn together, but the one who asked forgot his gay porn was in the DVD player.

UPDATE: Oddly enough, the New York Times published an article about bisexual identity the next day.

Bisexual Benefits

The best part about being bisexual is that sexual beauty and attraction are everywhere you look. The beach is like a visual feast, everything from abs, pecs, arms, bulges, to legs, tits, ass, and pussy. It’s all fair game, and often times on the beach you can find me in dark sunglasses, sporting a permanent cheese grin with all the views there is to enjoy.

One time at a topless beach, the swelling in my shorts compeled me to just sit down and chill out for a while. I’m sure the ladies and particularly the homophobic straight guys would not appreciate me pitching a tent in my boardshorts right there on the beach. Not to mention the beach patrol.

The down side is that sometimes when you’re with a guy, you wish he was a girl, and vice versa. Also for me bisexuality is a secret, and I could be wrong about this, but I think a lot of my straight friends and my family would freak if I told them I was bi. From my limited experience, only GLBT people seem to understand what it is like to be attracted to the same sex. Straight homophobes just freak out and say, “that repulses me” or “its disgusting” and then they think when you are being friendly, you’re trying to hit on them. It’s a weird, freaky, uptight, mixed up world.