I had two sexual experiences with my roommate and good friend, Darnell, and where as I had unbelievably powerful orgasms both times they were my first experiences with a man. 'Big D' had gotten rough with me both times. I wasn't sure how I felt about that, but I knew part of me wanted more.
Afterwards he suggested that we go the Club to check the local talent, and although I was exhausted and emotionally drained, I obediently got ready and he drove us over, with me feeling bashful and unsure of myself the whole way, a state of mind that I was not used to at all.
When we got there and walked in together I felt like we were a couple and that everyone could tell that we had been hooking up. Did they know that we just had sex? Did they know that I was full of his spunk? So many questions.
I felt the full squishy sensation of him in my anal canal, but as I settled in it didn't bother me as much as I thought it would and soon enough we had taken shots and had drinks. We soon hit the dance floor where both Darnell and I were approached consistently by females from all directions.
I knew then that there was nothing with wrong with me. Maybe I just wanted something different. I've always been highly sexual and never considered being submissive with a man, but as I looked back I realize that I was being coy and flirting with a fella that I knew was a dominant stud.
I laid myself out to him on a silver platter. I let him use me in the shower, and then later I cried to him and let him undress me, bend me over and lube me up, finger fuck me, then spike his joint up my ass and unload in me without saying boo. I even thanked him afterwards for helping me out. Darnell used my burgeoning sexuality and confusion to wrap me around his big brown cock.
Being social and dancing it out at the club helped. Throughout the next couple hours we danced, drank, and flirted, with Darnell buying me drinks and obviously trying to get me liquored up, maybe trying to apologize, maybe trying to get me to black out so could he take advantage of me again.
I was pretty loosened up, to pun a phrase, and had the night not turned out like it did I suspect I would've been 'broken in' hard, as Big D likes to say.
Normally when I'm hammered at the club I go for tarts and bimbos, whoever fits the superficial bill of what I thought I wanted, whomever I thought matched me physically, and it worked out fine for me, but that night I was distracted from my hook up with D and I guess I just wasn't feeling the usual fare.
Right when I thought I'd actually end up going home alone for the first time in a long time a petite red head strolls up to me on the dance floor and starts moving in rhythm in front of me. She was pale-skinned and had that thing I loved on women, a large ass, and she shook it with largesse, to pun another phrase, letting everyone know she had the goods.
She had on a bowler hat, a tight white tank top with no bra, she looked to be about a B cup, wearing short shorts with suspenders covering where her nipples should be popping out, and those black rimmed nerd glasses with no lens. She looked hipster-ish and usually I don't go for that but she caught me when I was weak.
Her ass was amazing, her name is Cassie, Cassandra, and her healthy cheeks with that porcelain skin flared out the bottom of her shorts. She has a slim upper body and a healthy thick lower portion. Her body type resembles a guitar, fat at the bottom and slim at the top, and we worked our way towards each other until my own muscled body was pressed against her sexy soft one.
"You and your roommate look amazing together," she says, as the color drains from my face.
I thought maybe she was somehow reading it off of my attitude. Maybe I had that air of 'just being used like a gay slut' thing going on, but she continued and eased my mind, "when you two walked in it was like the place came to a standstill. I'm surprised the DJ didn't stop the track to announce you guys."
I smile, "Actually, we do know that guy," and she laughs.
That wasn't a lie. We do know the DJ, he goes to our gym. He's ok, but a bit of a dufus and needs to put together a proper workout routine. I tried to get him on my program, but he's too cheap to pay for CPT Sessions.
I try to turn her around to grind her ass, she shakes her finger at me coming in close, wrapping her arms around my neck. I get self conscious knowing my erection was pressing against her stomach and place my hands gently on her hips, my fingers reaching towards her tasty bottom.
"I've always wanted to see two men together. I've a serious weakness for black men too. You two are amazing," she says this right into my ear, almost melting herself into me as my heavy cock jumps to full chub. I start to feel butterflies in my stomach and she pulls away from me and sees the nervous look I'm wearing.
She tilts her head and furrows her brows at me, then grabs me by the hands, "Let's get out of here."
"Okay."
She grabs my hand leading me off the dance floor and I leave without saying goodbye to Darnell. She takes me back to her place and we retire to her room where we make out on the bed. She slowly undress me, not letting me touch her or take her clothes off. She was teasing me hard.
"So I can tell from the way you reacted that you're bisexual and that you've been with him, haven't you?"
"Why would say that? You think I'm gay? Do I give off a gay vibe? I thought I was always very masculine," I respond suddenly stammering on.
Somehow she stripped me naked and was still fully dressed. Usually I'm the one that takes control, but she led me through the hook up. I was already feeling insecure, and her questions kind of set me off.
"Jarred, you're not gay. It's obvious from the way you were at the club. I saw all the girls freak out over you. I felt your boner as we danced. I think you're bisexual. I also think you've probably hooked up with ... Darnell is his name?"
"Big D."
"Oh my god! Really?," she giggles at the irony and presses for more intel as she strokes my cock. I resist her inquiries and try to strip her down, but she keeps saying no and we kiss as she voir dires me.
She had my gears turning. I notice how different she smells from Darnell, as if he's the bar for attractive natural scent. She's so soft, smart, and open-minded. Her demeanor is different from most of the girls I go for, and I start to feel as if maybe it's ok to open up to her. She's a breath of fresh air.
"So are you bisexual, Jarred?" Cassie asks.
"Yes," I admit to her and myself, looking away from her in shame, "I never told anyone before. I didn't know until today," I say, looking away from her as I examine the intricacies of her uninteresting ceiling.
