Spotlight Man

I.

I'm a gay adult content creator with a growing subscriber base. I've been with some of the top names from the well-known gay porn studios as well as the subscription platforms that have gotten popular in the last few years. The sex, both on and off camera, has been a blast.

There's something else, though, which has taken over my life. It shouldn't be this shameful secret, but in my social circles, I fear it kind of is. I regularly meet up with women and have hot sex. I'm sure lots of other men like me are out there. For some reason, I hide it, and this double life is a source of incredible excitement for me.

I don't know why I do this. I'll never stop.

I'm immersed in vagina. Numerous women have come with my cock or my tongue rammed up inside them. The smell and flavor of a pussy that's experienced a good, hard orgasm is stuck in my brain. While I'm as versatile as the day is long with men, dominating a sweet, feminine woman is my greatest joy. Shoving a bunch of fingers in her mouth, slapping, yelling, ordering her into positions, name-calling and insults, taunting her that she's still not as good in bed as another man, busting in her raw as she pretends to beg me not to, telling her she's going to get pregnant, fucking her like I'm mad at her. Too many straight men are terrified of accessing this level of their sexuality, but from a gay man, women will take lots of roughness. They think they can't quite have us, and it makes them want us all the more, I guess.

Other girls have different preferences. I can be a caring man. I've role played as a repairman, a personal trainer, a delivery guy, a college student, a boyfriend, a husband. It's all a blur how many women I've said I love as we fucked like crazy. Divorcees, newlyweds, widows, wives in sexless marriages, college girls, single professionals. I find something that gets me off about every last one. It's all clear to her once I slide my gay cock inside. There's always some fun variety as well. I've been pegged with strap-ons and rimmed. Butt-girls are fun, and some women can fuck ass so skillfully that they must be gay men trapped in women's bodies. Yet in these situations, I quickly flip the script and end up deep inside their wet pussies in no time. I guess the ass is a portal for both of us to typical missionary fucking. It's still the reliable go-to position. Now that I mention it, I've crammed some toys, like vibrating metal balls, anal beads, and realistic dildos, up some lovely derrieres while I went to town on their vaginas, my face buried in her tits or my mouth locked with hers in a passionate kiss, a flurry of gay and bisexual fantasies pouring out of us both. The orgasms were off the chain.

My phone is packed with sexts and nude photos. I have numerous expensive sunglasses, articles of clothing, bottles of cologne, and the like that were bought for me on shopping trips, often after I laid a woman how she needed it. There's no quid pro quo, you understand; these are gifts. Our day is going out and about, maybe brunch, a ton of flirting mixed in, kissing and holding hands in her car as we drive to high-class shopping centers drenched in that California sunshine. Sometimes we return to her place and do it some more. I've spent entire weekends with the occasional lady.

After these encounters, sometimes on the same day, it's time to produce content with hot dudes for the subscription platform. My channel features me as a mix of a jock and guy next door type who has a lot of fun. I've met guys similar to me, alongside twinks, bears, and daddies. I've role played as both a son and daddy, and filmed cruising scenes at guys' home gyms. I've even had fun making scripts with dialog, too. It's great meeting fans in public who've enjoyed my work. Lots of fans are, of course, single men like me, but I've been complimented by women and couples, too.

Where my kink enters the picture is that I'll smell overpoweringly of pussy in these situations. I've deeply kissed dudes after having eaten a girl out, fucked her, sucked out the load until she came, then shoved a bunch of my spit in and slurped out that juicy mix. I've had women's juices in my hair and smeared on my asshole, not to mention my dick, and within the hour I'm flooding some dude's ass while cuddle-fucking him. Dudes have eaten my sweaty ass after I've pounded a hot girl in bed all morning, our mixed male-female juices drying on my firm ass. And not once has any guy complained. They seem to have some reaction in their brains and seek out the areas of my body richest in vaginal odor. If anything, the more I smell, the more compliments I get and the more they want to hit me up again.

That's not to say I'm filthy. (Well, I am, but in a good way.) I'll shower like any normal person, but the pheromones remain. I'll visit a coffee shop if it's still morning or a bar with friends if the evening has arrived. If a barmaid or waitress is on duty, I'm served with a huge smile, and male staff often do me a solid with free soda since I don't drink and will just get something to look sociable. The energy in the room is different.

That brings me to one of my favorite memories. One time, at a popular local gay bar that I visited with a group of friends, I practically got mobbed by a drunken bachelorette party. It felt great to have soft ladies' hands sneak under my tank top as I chatted with them. There was a more secluded part of the bar kind of near the exit to the outdoor courtyard. We all got to flirting as there was no one else watching in that area. I copped a feel of one woman's tits while making out with another, and I felt a pair of hands squeezing my ass. My dick was pulsating. I blurted out to the girl I kissed that I fuck women, too, and I go raw and balls deep every time. They love that stuff. She was up close to me and said she wanted to feel a gay man doing that. Her friend looked on in amazement. The lead bachelorette of the group, a cute brunette who had immediately caught my eye, suggested we take this to her place before one of the other bar patrons saw us. We all moved through the crowd past my friends who were still assembled indoors. Once we were in the parking lot, I texted the chat group that I had to leave but I'd return soon.

We piled into the fiancée's car. She looked so amused at the other two going crazy with me in the backseat. I started off with a group kiss. Two girls' tongues in my mouth felt and tasted superb. One of them unzipped my shorts and was handling my dick like a pro, soon getting her mouth on it while we traveled among the city streets. I continued to kiss and suck the beautiful tits of the other girl, the same one I offered my raw dick to, a bottle blonde. We were a pretty tangled mess, but my real goal was to smash that fiancée. She needed some gay dick before making it official, and I wanted to keep fucking her all the way through their marriage, too. I'd be that gay friend her husband didn't need to worry about, all the while coming on every inch of her pussy, ass, tits, and throat, role playing as her real husband, the man she truly wanted, a gay one. I knew it.

The car pulled into the parking underneath the building and we made our way into her condo. In the elevator, we stood looking at each other, giggling like idiots, my fly accidentally left undone. The door to her place was barely closed when I had three adorable women giving me the kind of raw sexual attention they'd never give a straight man, letting me be more forward with them than any other guy in their lives. I went after what the fuck I wanted with no apology. In the fiancée's luxurious bedroom, I went for that one girl like a wolf, pulling all my clothes off in barely a few seconds and removing hers the same way; I am very good with bras. The fiancée and her other friend sat at the edge of the bed and watched me in action. The chick was on her back, me over her, pouncing. I got my tongue straight up inside of her pussy, her legs spread, no silly clit action or anything, and I took in that odor like it was the freshest breath of mountain air. It was an awesome scent. I slurped her juices. Performing for a live group motivated me a lot, too.

Her fingers ran through my hair. She told me she'd never been eaten like this and asked how the fuck I could be gay. I shrugged and continued to do every nasty thing that entered my mind with this slut. My tongue slithered over her pussy and I had to let it dance over her smooth butthole. I've gotten more into girl's asses recently. Even without anal penetration, it was still so hot to see a classy lady and think of my rough, dripping tongue jabbing her lovely ass. The other friend pulled out a condom and happened to have a vibrator in her purse, so they got it ready, and the fiancée got some lube and put it on my fingers to help me prepare her friend's asshole and my raging, leaking dick. I turned the vibrator up and placed it into her smooth, beautiful ass while my dick went in her pussy at the same time. She asked me if my boyfriend was the one going up her ass and I said yes. I told her I knew she wanted to get pounded out by a gay couple. We kissed deeply, sharing the fantasy.

The other girl from the backseat was close to us and let my chick occasionally lick her nipples while she played with her clit. The soon-to-be-newlywed was more off to the side watching us. As I pummeled away at my girl, I turned to look at the fiancée and said this needed to be her every chance we got throughout her marriage, that her husband could have her ass but that pussy was going to be mine. I could dominate her whole marriage sexually. I could run everything for them, help them conceive kids by making their sex even better. I told her I wasn't asking, I was demanding. I was ready to fuck her and her husband's shit right up because this is how gay men do it. She got closer to me. We exchanged a sloppy kiss. I tasted the flavor of the club soda she had. Maybe she was a teetotaler like me. The girl I was fucking provided a good time, for sure, but this one I was speaking to was a real lady. There was a flash in my mind of us two truly liking each other. I continued to stare intently in her eyes as I slammed the blonde.

The angle of my dick must have been good, along with the action of the vibe, as she announced she was coming. The orgasm was brutal, the contractions of her love canal milking my dick, and I struggled like hell not to explode as there was still more work to do. I pulled out just in time and a line of pre-cum slipped out. I didn't come, but it looked like it, and that worked for me.

The friend who'd been getting her nipples licked eagerly ate up our shared juices. Her tongue caressed every part of her labia and clit. The fiancée reached into her nightstand and pulled out an amazing strap-on dildo and harness. She said her friend should put this on and fuck my ass, and at the same time I could fuck her other friend. I felt a lady's fingers lubing up my butt, so the decision was already made. We got into a chain fuck position, with the two girls switching places and the strap-on chick squatting behind me as I went into the other one missionary.

The dildo wasn't huge, but she wielded it with precision, and the lube was very high-quality so it slid right into my experienced ass. I get rock-hard being penetrated. I passed this hard fuck straight into the chick under me, and we did some intimate kissing as my hole got pounded. The fiancée used a fresh condom on the vibrator and slid it into the bottom girl's anus as well. I cried out in total ecstasy at what the blonde was doing to my ass. She performed this long-dicking technique that was going to fuck me into oblivion. We positioned ourselves so I could fuck my ass on her strap-on and then push into the other girl's cunt when I pulled forward, moving to and fro.

I suggested she hump my ass without the toy because she was such a natural at it. She said she was thinking that exact thing. She removed it and slammed her beautiful hips into my ass, her sloppy clit rubbing on my lubed hole, and both of us grunted like horny lovers. This truly was better than a lot of fucks I'd gotten from men. I plowed deeper and harder into my other partner, hitting and smashing past her cervix as the vibrator buzzed up inside her. The fiancée rubbed herself, naked, watching us, a bit envious but fascinated. I made her give me another kiss, telling her this was going to be me and her husband, that she was spending her whole marriage being a gay guy's fuck toy with her bitch husband forced to watch and participate. I might give the two of them permission to fuck when I wasn't there, but I knew they'd make each other cum fantasizing about me, anyway. All four of us moaned. We had another group kiss. The three hot women's lips and tongues in my mouth took me straight to paradise.

The fuck I'd been giving the girl below me soon made her bust nuts, the loud noises of the vibrator altering as her ass muscles contracted and her pussy did the same. She groaned in my ear as I kissed her neck and chin, encouraging her. The blonde topping me splattered out more pussy juice, pounding my ass with surprising strength. The sound of her moist hips slapping my ass was a turn on for us. She yelled out in pleasure, then collapsed on my back. The sweat and mixed secretions down below filled the room with their scents.

We lied down in bed side by side, sweating and pleased. I still hadn't cum, as I had an idea in my head on what I wanted to do with my load. The two I'd fucked with went to go take a shower together, as they needed to go to the other side of town for their flight soon. It was just me and the fiancée alone. We embraced and kissed more, with her saying I'd given all of them a hot time, and we chatted about ourselves. Soon the two friends emerged from the bathroom, drying themselves off, and told us we looked cute in bed together, which made us laugh. They got dressed and took their leave. I told the fiancee I'd do the same, but she invited me to stay, informing me her fiance was out of town on business, a common thing with him. I was cool with it because my plan was unfolding.

The two of us showered together. Under the hot water, I offered to role play as her husband for the night. She held me close, slowly nodding, saying she needed to be cared for. She seemed to be getting married to this guy only for money and to make her parents happy. I let her know I'd always be there for her. All she had to do was say the word and I'd stop by when he wasn't around. Maybe then we could travel together. That sounded perfect to her. I then whispered that she was my wife. We'd build a loving marriage together, a whole parallel thing. She only needed to lock up our messages on her chat app. No one else ever had to know. She asked me if it was like an emotional affair, and I explained that it was an affair in every sense of the term, but we could treat it like we had tied the knot. There was an innocence about her that made me choke up. I continued to hold her for a long time, taking breaks to kiss her. Now it was time to go have passionate married couple sex.

Some of the best intimacy of my life took place with her in that bedroom. I began with a warm embrace, smelling her hair and body. Laying her down, I slowly tasted every part of her. My tongue traced over her tongue, her tits, her pussy, and her ass. I got her on her stomach and my brain grayed out for a second when I looked forward and saw the two perky mounds of her big butt cheeks right in front of my face. I buried my mouth and nose in between them, slurping with urgency on her puckered butthole, inhaling the fresh scent of her gorgeous ass. This woman really didn't know how hot she was. I held her protectively, explaining that husbands did this and she had a right to feel this pleasure and safety. Getting her on her back once more, I used a mix of our spit, her natural vaginal lubricant, and the bottled lube for a slow, deep fuck, placing kisses up and down her neck as my throbbing cock moved against the silky insides of her pussy. My hands gripped her ample boobs as I slammed my hips against hers. I told her I loved her in between strokes in her wet, yielding vagina. I got her to admit she wasn't even sure about marrying this other guy and how she truly wanted me. My response was to tell her if she were mine, I'd never leave her alone, and I'd give her everything I am. Her cervix embraced my cock and got it pretty close to her uterus, and the repeated backwards thrusting of my cockhead on her g-spot soon produced her beautiful, sweaty orgasm. I pumped my ass up and down with full power, causing the bed to loudly slam hard amidst our shared grunts as I then fired off my semen, hoping it got into her fallopian tubes, telling her we'd be holding our little one together in the hospital. I knew she wasn't on the pill because she had condoms, which she stated was true. We moaned in unison talking about the two of them raising my child.

Both of my arms clasped her completely, my hard abs against her firm yet smooth stomach, my pecs against her tits. The contrast was so erotic. We fell asleep with her in my arms. The morning came and I awoke first, showering and then texting my buddies that I had a fun time and I'd see them again soon. They sent laughter emojis and told me they hoped he was a hot guy. Yeah, something like that. She kissed me while she was in her bathrobe before I left, telling me she loved me. We traded numbers and she said she'd send me wedding photos, then sheepishly asked if that was offensive because of our role play. I told her I wanted my wife to be happy. Besides, the guy had money and there was nothing wrong with getting what someone was willing to give you. I bid her goodbye with another loving kiss and met up with my rideshare.

The California sunlight filled the sky as the driver chatted away on his phone. We passed the usual Spanish colonial tract homes and Art Deco office buildings, glimpses of the ocean in the distance, until some palm trees gave way to my apartment complex. The marine layer was going out to sea. That bright air settled mutely upon all: celebrities, tourists, and the poor alike. I was soon on my bed, looking up at my ceiling fan, her still on my mind.

II.

A few weeks had passed. This particular morning was bright and lovely. I wasn't up to much of anything. A message arrived on the platform from a new subscriber. I never made promises about contacting everyone, as I simply had too many new people joining constantly. This one made me interested very quickly. For one, it was a young woman. For another, her pictures were gorgeous. One of them showed her poolside with friends, and another featured her looking over the rim of sunglasses, turning away from the camera. She praised the work on my page but also said she understood if she wasn't my type. I replied immediately to say that she looked great, and that compliments were always welcome. I thanked her for subscribing, too. A friendly dialog developed. She had started college two years ago and found herself drawn to gay men. I related things about my own life and also explained how I got to know many women who enjoyed gay men. It was totally understandable that she'd be curious. With some emojis, she sent over a QR code and indicated we should keep chatting.

I could already tell what was up. With my shorts lowered as I rubbed my cock while lying in bed, I accessed the code. It took me to a new conversation in my messaging app. A cute userpic was in the upper corner. I sent a cautious introductory greeting. Very quickly, we began chatting more, and pictures were soon being exchanged. What was clear to both of us soon came from her: she wanted to meet. I replied that I fucked women because I wanted to and it felt good, and she needed to be the next one. We decided to get together in a few hours at her place. She lived with her parents, but they were away on a cruise, so she had the house to herself. The address was in a very exclusive part of town in the foothills overlooking the valley.