Note:
This story takes place over a couple of days and includes the seduction elements as a way of setting the mood, hence this story's length. It is a tale containing depictions of gay sex and urination. If my tastes aren't to your palette, then feel free to check out the next story. Otherwise, enjoy.
I thought a lot about my first man-to-man kiss and the blow job I gave Peter in the days that followed. Those thoughts turned me on when I replayed them in my mind, and I began reminiscing about my versatility back when I was a bisexual university student in the UK. Those days were packed full of kinky exploration with the guys: unprotected anal sex, oral, swallowing, cream pies and golden showers when we couldn't score pussy. Hedonistic days indeed.
Would I be up for receiving anal sex from Peter or some other guy? Jacinta, the other side of our triangle, rimmed me hard but showed no interested in exploring further. Perhaps, she was waiting on my lead, maybe not? I felt awkward about broaching the subject with Jacinta following a recent argument where the green bogey of jealousy had raised its ugly head. Given how tightly Peter and Jacinta were, if I spoke up to the former, the latter would be told about it. Catch-22.
After class one night during the week, I caught up for a beer with a fellow student I'd known for some time. He was gay and, in a relationship, but knew about my historical and current bisexual antics. We talked about sex often in the dark corners of the student bar, well away from prying ears. This evening, James straight out asked me if I would take it in the arse again. Funnily enough, I replied, that thought had crossed my mind, and I was mildly curious about it.
I told James that anal sex was a mildly enjoyable experience; I enjoyed being rimmed, opened and the warm sensation of a cream pie, but being fucked didn't get off like it did my friends. Sure, I could jerk off while being slammed but the sex act itself didn't unleash my balls. Regardless, I was keen to experience those sensations again. Curious, responded James, both him and his partner regularly orgasm with man meat deep inside their bottoms, as did many of their friends. James asked me why I wasn't asking Peter or Jacinta to satisfy my renewed interest in receiving anal sex, and I explained my predicament. Ah, came the response followed by an exchange of knowing glances.
James suggested I go online and look for someone willing and able to accommodate. If I labelled my sexual orientation as 'bisexual' or "gay", then my profile would get plenty of hits from likeminded paid members. But I'm the sexually alpha, I explained, wouldn't I be surrendering that trait? Not at all, James confidently reassured me, I could still be dominant and receive anal sex.
Now my interest was thoroughly piqued and, as soon as I got home, logged on and made the changes to my online dating profile that lay dormant soon after Jacinta, Peter and I hooked up. I created a new member search alert based on seeking men with my preferred sexual tastes around my age. Surprisingly, there were far more suggestions than the same search for likeminded women. Many of the male profiles had photos of their genitalia and many more could barely string a coherent sentence together. Obviously, I had to cull my search to exclude these Neanderthals.
A useful feature of this dating site was the notification the member received when someone looked at their profile. If they were paid-up members, they could then send a wink or message and initiate a conversation, or, failing that non-paid-up could converse for free in the chat rooms between certain hours.
No sooner had I started browsing the bisexual and gay males in my search, then I was receiving profile views, winks and chat requests. Many of those that hit me up were sleazy and ugly, or both. Some were too far away to be viable, and others wanted sex after exchanging a single sentence. A vast majority of men were bottoms, a handful of tops and very few switchers.
My search went on for those weeks of the deep freeze in our troika. I deliberately avoided Peter and Jacinta, even skipping after-work drinks. Peter would text me seeking a hook-up, but I politely declined citing some BS excuse. Jacinta and I exchanged no messages at all, and, as we worked on different floors of the office, we didn't see each other. I missed her, though, especially our lunchtime sex, and genuinely thought that we'd reached the end of our cosy three-way arrangement.
The online bisexual dating scene was equally as frustrating. I'd establish a sense of identity with some guys to the point where I considered meeting and then total silence culminating with a block. It was the same story with the girls. However, the were no shortage of males passing through so one simply had to be patient.
Some members regularly viewed my profile but made no effort to make contact even when I was online. One persistent viewer was a 20-year-old student whose location was Bentley, the same suburb as the Uni I attended, about five minutes from my place. His profile was very bland and not appealing because, so little was disclosed about who he was and what he wanted.
About Me: "20-year-old student looking to experiment."
Ideal Partner: "Same as me."
His sexual interests were limited to Kissing, 1 on 1 Sex, Oral Sex - Receiving and Masturbation.
Many profiles were like this and usually belonged to fakers looking for nudes or conducting "research" on sexual activities. Well, there were no nudes on my profile, but this member viewed my profile several times when I was online. Perhaps, I was on his "Favourites" list which notified him when I was logged into the site?
In any case, this creepy behaviour went on for a week or two, but I ignored it. One weeknight, I was in the chat room when I received a private message from my stalker.
Him: "Hi there."
Me: "How are you?"
Him: "Great and you?"
Me: "Well, thanks."
Him: "I love your profile!"
Yes, you look at it all the time.
Me: "What do you like about it?"
Him: "You've got a lot of sexual interests."
I ticked all the boxes available and invented some new ones. In the description about me, I told potential suitors that I was
very
experienced in those sexual interests, including some I hadn't done.
Me: "Yep. Any you don't like?"
Him: "Haven't tried a lot of them."
Me: "What would you like to try?"
Him: "All of them!"
Me: "That's open-minded."
Him: "I haven't had a lot of experience."
Me: "What experience you had?"
Him: "Kissing. Fucking. Wanking lol. The usual for someone my age."
Me: "With women or men?"
Him: "men lol...well one man."
This conversation was intriguing if a little simplistic. Perhaps, my stalker was seeking a mentor or some ideas to try out with his partner?
Me: "You still with that man?"
Him: "No, he's in Narrogin where we grew up."
Me: "He didn't come to Uni with you?"
Him: "No. kinda feeling a bit lonely here."
Me: "What are you looking for from this site?"
Him: "Looking for new experiences and fun."
Me: "Had any success so far?"
Him: "Not yet. Lots of scary people here."
Yes, it probably would seem scary to a young and naïve country lad in an online, aggressive, male-dominated meat market. The directness of the desperadoes can be off-putting to the inexperienced hence the high turnover, and low representation, of females on this site.
Me: "You must exercise caution and only meet when you're comfortable."
Him: "Good advice. Have you had any success?"
Me: "Reasonable."
Him: "Oh."
My statement was correct as it applied to women. Searching for a male switcher was not yielding any results so far. The answer I gave appeared to sink this 20-year old student from Narrogin because there wasn't an immediate reply.
Me: "No success with men, though."
Him: "You like men and women?"
Me: "Yes, I'm bisexual."
Him: "I like men."
Me: "Just men?"
Him: "Yes."
