Who's Your Daddy?

Liz was a piece of work. We'd been together for three years, sharing an apartment for the last year and a half of that time. She was smart and funny, we liked the same music, and we were both theater nerds. She was one of those rare women who's a real sports fan and as an added bonus she cheered for the same teams I liked. We had a lot of fun together.

At the same time, she didn't have a filter, she was often pushy, and she could be a bit manic. I initially thought of those as charming quirks, but I gradually came to think of them as things I needed to manage. As I met her friends, I found out they felt the same way about her. In retrospect I can see we were never in love and wouldn't have had a happy-ever-after life together.

I probably stayed with her as long as I did because she was gorgeous and good in bed. And not only was she good in bed, but she was truly adventurous. "I'll try anything once, and usually twice just to make sure," was her motto. We both had wicked imaginations, and we liked to watch porn together which gave us a lot of ideas. So I'll admit I probably let her lead me around by the little head.

Our exploration of porn included videos of various three-way combinations which eventually led us to try threesomes. We started out watching only straight porn, but towards the end Liz started picking bisexual three-way videos to watch, both FFM and MMF. One day she came home and said she found a bisexual girl to have a threesome with. I agreed, we had her over, and it was great. Over the next few months we had a couple of repeats.

Then Liz started asking me if I'd take part in a bi MMF three-way. Up to that point my only experience with male-male sex was swapping hand jobs with another guy on a drunken dare and sucking a guy's cock for a few seconds on a lost bet at the same party. So I was reluctant, but I relented when she reminded me of my promise to go along with her "try anything once" philosophy. She also threatened to cut me off if I reneged. My little head heard that and said, "Okay."

A few days later she told me she found a guy, Clint, who was available that Friday. She said he was a bi friend who'd been living in another state and recently moved back to town. I agreed and she made the date.

On the appointed night we met Clint for dinner. He and I got along well so we went back to our place. We had cocktails and talked for a bit before Liz maneuvered Clint between the two of us and started kissing him. Then she pulled me over to give Clint a kiss. To my surprise, the weirdness of kissing a guy passed quickly, due in part to the alcohol I'd consumed. We ended up having a three-way make out session which, to my surprise, got me hot.

Liz took the lead again, letting her hands roam and urging us to do the same, gradually guiding us to undress each other until we were all naked on the sofa. When she found herself holding two hard, naked cocks, she said, "Time to take this into the bedroom."

We made out for a few more minutes on the bed before Liz decided to push things to the next level. As she was guiding my head towards Clint's cock, she started saying things like, "Look at that big cock. Think of how it'll fill my tight little cunt. Suck it and get it ready to make me a happy woman."

It soon became clear that she was trying to play out some cuckold fantasy, and that Clint was in on it. She should have known I wouldn't go for that because we'd tried Domme/Sub play early in our relationship and I hadn't liked it at all. In fact, I disliked it so much that I'd left and gone home to sleep in my own apartment when she wouldn't stop.

When I tried to shut down the cuck bullshit, she kept playing at being an abusive Domme, and Clint was dumb enough to chime in on her side. When I told him to shut the fuck up and leave, she told me he wasn't going anywhere, and that if I was going to be a party pooper, I could leave.

I said, "Fine," put on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and left. She followed me as I was dressing and walking out the door, screaming a stream of abuse at my back until well after I shut the door in her face.

Our friends, Trevor and Mandy, lived just down the hall. I knocked on their door and explained we'd had a fight, which wasn't the first time. They graciously let me use their guest room for the night.

The next morning over breakfast Mandy asked me what we were fighting over. They knew about our sexual adventures, so I felt comfortable telling them about our attempt at a threesome. When I said the name Clint, they exchanged a look and Trevor asked, "Clint, her ex-boyfriend?"

I described Clint and they said, "Yeah, that's the guy."

That shocked me. I said, "She told me Clint was an old friend who'd been away and recently moved back. She never mentioned they'd been in a relationship."

Trevor and Mandy looked at each other and Trevor said, "So Liz didn't mention that she and Clint lived together for a couple of years with another guy?"

When we'd decided to move in together, Liz and I moved into her apartment. It was bigger and more modern than mine, and she'd been living there for a while so she knew her neighbors well, including Trevor and Mandy who were living there when she moved in.

I managed to splutter out, "No. Not a word about it," then sat there slack jawed as I tried to process that information.

It got more interesting when they told me that Liz originally moved in with a guy named Dan. Then Clint became a frequent visitor before he moved in with them. They told people Clint was just a roommate, but it wasn't long before Clint had become Liz's boyfriend and Dan was relegated to being just a roommate. Although they didn't play it up in public, it was easy to see that Dan was submissive to Liz and Clint.

After learning all that I could see there was no way this played out well for me, so I decided to just rip the Band-Aid off. I asked Trevor and Mandy if they'd help me, and they said sure.

Thankfully, I'd had the foresight to take my keys, wallet and phone with me when I left, so I was able to call and book a moving van. Trevor loaned me some clothes and drove me to pick up the van.

When we returned, I used my key to let us into the apartment and we found Liz and Clint still asleep in our bed. We started packing all my stuff and loading it into the van without saying a word to them. Once Liz woke up, she went on another tear, alternately harassing, cajoling, abusing and pleading with me.

When we took my TV, recliner and sofa from the living room and my bed from the bedroom, minus the cum stained sheets it really pissed her off. Then I surprised her as she was texting someone, snatching her phone out of her hand and going through it to delete every trace of me I could find. Clint made a move to take it from me, but I gave him a look and he pussied out.

I drove to my parent's house and called some rental agencies, figuring the sooner I started looking, the sooner I'd be back in my own place. I lucked out and one of the agencies had a place available for immediate occupancy. My guess was it had been sitting vacant because the owner had listed it well above the market rates. After a quick walkthrough, I signed a three-month lease and took the keys, figuring I'd either work out a budget to afford it or find a new place to move into when the lease expired.

Trevor and Mandy helped me move in the next day. While we were working, Mandy told me that Liz had turned her wrath on them, pounding on their door and calling them assholes for ratting her out and siding with me. Mandy said the first time Liz came knocking, she told her they didn't need a devious bitch like her for a friend and slammed the door in her face when she started screaming again.

She told me Liz came back twice more looking for a fight before Trevor told her to lose their numbers and leave them alone or he'd report her to the cops for harassment and noise violations. One of the other neighbors who'd been disturbed by her tirades came out and said he'd be glad to testify as a witness if Trevor pressed charges.

The best part was Clint noped out when he realized how she'd tried to manipulate me and make him part of the scheme. He stopped by and told Mandy to give me his apologies.

I think Liz's reaction was driven as much by fear as by anger that I was refusing to play by her rules. The lease and utilities were all in her name, and I knew she couldn't afford to live there on her own for even a month.

She wasn't very ambitious, so she only ever had low level jobs, and because of her volatile personality most of those didn't last long. She was working two part-time waitressing jobs that she might have been able to live on if she was nicer to customers. As it was, she was getting paid minimum wage and barely made anything in tips.

Unlike me, she wasn't from the local area, and she didn't have many friends because of her polarizing personality. Most of the friends she did have were also friends with Trevor and Mandy, so they knew what she'd tried to do to me. If she was going to find a new roommate, she'd have to advertise for one.

I found out later from Trevor that she hadn't been able to find a roommate and had to move out two months later when the landlord evicted her for non-payment of rent. She'd been holding onto the rent money I gave her each month and waiting until the final notice before she paid, so she was already behind when I left. It also turned out the notice of rent increase she'd shown me a couple of months after I'd moved in had been a fake, so I'd been paying about two-thirds of the rent.

After that, the best she could find within her budget was a crappy apartment in a sketchy part of town. She tried to stick it out, but without any friends around she eventually gave up and moved back to the town where she grew up.

That's how I found myself living alone and not in a hurry to jump into another relationship. But I'd been used to probably more sex than the average thirty-year-old guy gets in a week, so not surprisingly it didn't take long before I was getting horny most days. As a result, I found myself watching a lot of porn, which wasn't unusual for me, and buying sex toys, which I'd never done before.

A couple of months later I was getting tired of nothing but masturbation, but I was still not ready for a girlfriend. Despite the unpleasant experience with Clint, I was still intrigued by the idea of hooking up with a guy, to the point where my sex toys included butt plugs, anal probes and dildos. I'd come to enjoy jerking off while I rode a dildo or had a plug vibrating in my ass. And I practiced sucking a seven-inch natural feel dildo until I could take it balls deep.

The result of all that was me signing up for a Grindr account. My first hookup was with a recently divorced guy in his mid-forties who'd come to think of himself as bi through a path similar to mine. Although he'd been with a couple of guys before me, he was still learning what he liked and didn't like, so we had fun for a while exploring together. We tried every position we could think of, and I concluded I was versatile leaning towards being a bottom.

As I became more confident about my bisexuality, I began looking for more guys to hook up with. I did most of my searching online at first, then as my confidence continued to grow, I started reaching out to guys in real life. I eventually found three regular fuck buddies. I was getting together with one or the other a couple of times a week, and that kept me satisfied. Then Don, one of my buddies, called me up and invited me to a party where he said I was guaranteed to get some action if I wanted it.

The party turned out to be at the home of a gay couple who liked variety in their sex lives. Ron and Loyd were successful realtors who'd bought a sprawling mansion for a song.

A marginally good NBA player had a hot streak in the playoffs just before his contract was up. He signed a lucrative deal, but most of the money was tied to incentives. He paid cash for a new eight thousand square foot home on several acres of prime real estate in a gated community that was under development using most of the money he got upfront. Then he lived the high life there, throwing endless parties.

When he hit a slump that he never recovered from, he had to sell the house because he couldn't afford the taxes and upkeep. But no one wanted a mansion in the middle of a McMansion neighborhood, so it sat vacant for over a year.

Ron and Loyd took a flyer and made a ridiculous low-ball offer, and they were amazed when the guy bit. They later found out the city was preparing to foreclose due to unpaid taxes. They were able to subdivide the property and sell about half of the land to a developer while keeping a big, secluded property for themselves. The sale netted them enough to pay off their mortgage with money left over. That plus their combined income let them easily cover the cost of taxes and upkeep.

The only problem was Ron and Loyd couldn't afford to furnish a house that big, so they only lived in the few rooms they could furnish. They spent their time in the master bedroom, the kitchen and another room they set up as their family room. I think they may have furnished one or two guest rooms as well, but I never saw their private quarters.

On a lark, they furnished the living room and some adjacent rooms with cheap furniture. It mostly consisted of monstrously big bean bag chairs, reconfigurable sofas and chairs made of upholstered blocks of foam, folding lawn chairs, inflatable chairs and similar low budget furnishings. Then they threw a party for their friends.

Their friends loved it, and some of the more adventurous ones discovered that the cheap furnishings were ideal for trying out different sex positions. It started with one couple sneaking off to a room that was supposed to be a library and making themselves comfortable on a six-foot diameter bean bag chair. Another partygoer discovered them, and soon other people joined them. By the end of the night there were a dozen or so drunk naked people wandering around having sex in random groupings.

At their next party people came primed for those kinds of shenanigans, and it wasn't long before an orgy ensued. Word got around among their friends and people started looking forward to their parties which they threw at random intervals. Then one of the regulars who ran a furniture store and preferred more comfort than bean bag chairs afforded gave them a deal on giant throw pillows and futon mattresses with stain resistant upholstery. Other people started helping with refreshments and cleanup. With their friends pitching in the parties became weekly events, but Ron and Loyd insisted on restricting the guest lists for safety's sake.

My friend Don had struck up a friendship with Loyd when he helped him buy a house. He was at the second party and had gone back regularly ever since. After we got to know each other, he vouched for me, and Loyd gave him the go ahead to invite me.

Don gave me this history, but then he said that first and foremost this get together was a party, and not everyone there would be planning on having sex. While Don was gay, he knew I was bi. He told me there would be women at the party, but that they're usually a minority. He said he could guarantee no one would get offended if I flirted with them or asked them right out to have sex with me. He also said I shouldn't be surprised to find guys who were completely straight and women who were only into chicks.

He laughed when he told me that some regulars strip down and wander around naked but just watch other people have sex. He said sometimes they don't even masturbate; they just watch with a hard cock waving around or a wet pussy and hard nipples on display.

He also told me that Ron and Loyd insisted on condoms for everything: fucking, blowjobs and even masturbation. He said it was partly due to health concerns and partly because they didn't want to have to clean up a lot of cum stains.

Ron is a cum slut, so he had a wistful expression as he told me that. He showed me a video once of him on his knees letting four guys paint his face. He was disappointed when I didn't get excited about it. I'm okay with a guy jizzing on my face, but I don't go out of my way to make it happen. And I definitely don't like the idea of being plastered like that.

Interestingly, Liz liked taking a cum shower. We were at a party once where the guys outnumbered the girls four to one. There was a lot of flirting going on and a girl who was on the shy side and a little drunk made commented that it was intimidating being surrounded by that many horny guys who'd be happy to gang bang the girls. Liz said, "Intimidating or exciting? A gang bang is easy. A little sucking, a little jerking and then you just let them cum on your face. A girl can handle five or six guys that way, no problem."

The other girl didn't know Liz very well and said she wouldn't dare. That was it for Liz. She stripped from the waist up, knelt on the floor, and said, "Come on guys. Who's in?" By the time she was done, half the guys at the party had cum on her, and leaving her face and tits plastered. The only thing wilder was watching two very drunk girls cleaning her up with their tongues. She told me that wasn't the first time she'd done that. She told me stories about doing it in high school and college, including one time with four of her friends' dads at a graduation party.

When I arrived at the party, I was a little disappointed to see most of the guys who were there were dadbods, twinks or bears. Up to that point I'd gravitated towards guys with more athletic builds. I'd be the first to admit that a little bit of muscle was a turn-on for me.

One of the things Liz and I had fought about was my water polo team. I'd been a swimmer in high school, and when I told that to a friend at work, he invited me to join the club water polo team he was on. I'd loved getting back in the water, and it had been a great group of guys to work out with. They all took the sport seriously, so they practiced hard and out of the water they all adhered to strict diet and workout routines.

With a little coaching from them I soon developed my own regimen, and it resulted in a ripped swimmer's body and the stamina to swim for hours. Liz loved that I had the energy to fuck her all night long, and she loved the way my body looked, but she didn't like the time it took to maintain it.

She also hated my diet, heavy on lean protein and vegetables. She was a pizza and burgers girl. She had a high metabolism, so by no means was she fat, but no one was going to call her a hard body. She had one of those soft, curvy figures that turn heads on the street and look hot in lingerie or a bikini.

I ended up giving in to her, cutting back on my workouts and eating more of the foods she liked. I rationalized that I needed to be willing to compromise. Unfortunately, I don't have her metabolism so less working out and more calories meant I soon found myself unable to keep up with the team. I ended up having to quit.

When I left Liz, I contacted some of my old teammates to see about getting back on the team. It turned out all the guys I'd known had dropped out for various reasons and the team was now a new, younger group who didn't take it nearly as seriously.

One guy who I called, Tim, told me he still worked out at the club and invited me to join him. With his help, I was able to get close to my competitive shape. In the course of our workouts it came out that I was experimenting with bisexuality, and he let me know he was bi as well. Not long after that, we started casually hooking up. He's the one who introduced me to Don, who's another workout fanatic.

I'd only found one guy on Grindr who I continued seeing after a couple of dates, and I'd come to realize that it was because he was the only one who fit my preferred body type. Tim, Don and Ryan all had physiques that wouldn't look out of place in the pages of a fitness magazine. Ryan didn't have a lot of definition like the rest of us, but he was nicely muscled with no noticeable fat.