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Bi-curious scenes while masturbating - Part 4 (final)

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A true story of solo masturbation and the bi-curious fantasy that goes with it.

A few years back, a guy I used to work with called to tell me he is gay. He's a great guy and it never occurred to me that he might be gay. He was married with kids, avid sports fan, academy graduate, and very well liked. We live far from each other I haven't seen him since that phone conversation, but a couple years later when I was in his city on business, I spent an evening in my hotel room indulging a fantasy of going over to his house and how things might play out. Since I knew I had the evening free in my room, and knew I was going to spend the evening indulging my bi-curious thoughts and feelings, I started thinking about what I could find to penetrate my ass with. I drove to a produce market and bought two zucchini, one bigger, one smaller. It is kind of kinky-fun to shop for veggies knowing that I am imagining how they will feel in me. Is this one too large? Does the slight curvature resemble a penis? I wonder if people around me are noticing and wondering about the attention to detail. If I am questioned, I will say that the cook is very particular (LOL). Back in my room, I get everything ready. I stack two pillows on the bed and put a bath towel over them. It feels good to be walking around the room naked and erect, full of anticipation. Knowing I have the luxury of privacy and time is nice! Every once in awhile I stop to rub my nipples and look at myself in the mirror. When I am ready, I straddle the pillows and start beating off a little. I want this time to last. It feels good just to be beating off, and exciting to know what I am going to be doing soon. I can see myself in the mirror over the dresser and that turns me on even more. I smear some Vaseline between my ass cheeks. My two anal objects are in the bathroom sink getting warmed in hot water. I like it pretty hot when it first touches my anus, the way I imagine a real penis would feel. And I like the warmth of it sliding through my hole. I will start with the smaller one, of course. I'm not even sure the bigger one will fit in me! (Of course, I will be greedy for it later, wanting all I can get!) I tease myself with it, touching and moving away, touching again and pushing a little bit, touching again and pushing a little harder (this is how I get it in me), all the while beating off and stopping; edging. Here is the story that is playing in my mind: I call my friend, say I am in town, and ask if I can come by and visit. When I reach the door, he welcomes me inside and offers a drink. We start catching up on things: work, family, acquaintances. Then I guide the conversation to his personal life, saying I appreciate that he called to tell me about being gay and that I often think of him and wonder how he got there and how his life has been going since. I have wondered about when he first knew he was gay and whether it began with experiences he had as a teenager. I can feel myself blushing when I confess that I am bi-curious. He smiles and asks what that meant to me. I explain that I had some experiences with another guy when I was 15 or 16 and although I have lived a straight lifestyle, I had started thinking about it again recently and wondering what it would have been like. --There is a moment in time when things shift ever so slightly and, although nothing is spoken, two people sense and know that something sexual is going to happen. We were moving through that moment. I could feel it in my stomach and I wanted it to. We just had to play out the next steps. -- I don't know how it happens but somehow we are standing in the bathroom, in white terrycloth robes. It feels warm and cozy in here. The door is closed even though the house is empty, and this feels very intimate. I have nothing on under and know I have a hard on. I hope he does also. In fact, I want to see it. And to see his ass and legs bare, too. I have fantasized this so many times while masturbating at home in front of the mirror. I untie his bathrobe, let it fall open, and my heart does a leap when I see his bare penis spring out. It is nice and long, very erect, and his balls are tight up against the base of his shaft. He is clean and shaved. I take a deep, shaky breath and exhale rather audibly. I have never done it quite like this before and what I have done was a long, long time ago. My first instinct is just to reach under and touch his scrotum lightly, letting it rest on my outstretched fingers. I think I can see his penis jump a little bit when I touch him there. I see the wetness at the tip and that turns me on more. He asks, "Would you take off your robe? I want to see you too." I comply quickly and feel SO SEXY standing there naked and erect with him. He touches me, tentatively, in various places: a little squeeze on my scrotum, a hand lightly brushing over my ass, a finger sliding under the shaft of my penis all the way out to the tip. He slides his robe down and it falls around his feet. What moves me I don't know, but I go to my knees, put a hand between his legs and all the way through until I am feeling his bare ass. His dick is right in my face as I feel the smoothness and roundness of both cheeks, then slide my middle finger along his crack and soon I am holding his balls. He rubs his nipples with his index fingers as he stands there, and I know we have something in common in terms of sexual temperament. Standing back up, I ask "Could we beat off a little bit? I am really turned on!" His hand goes to his penis and my hand goes to mine. Neither of us wants to hurry this; I sure don't. We masturbate slowly and talk about m/m things. I say I would like to feel him between my legs, from behind. (As much as anything, it's a come-on to get him thinking about fucking me.) He moves behind me and slides his penis into my crotch. It feels as good as I had remembered, warm and hard, and I squeeze it between my thighs. I especially love the hot, fleshy head pushing into my balls. I stand there for awhile rubbing my nipples and watching the whole scene in the mirror. The desire is building to feel the tip of his penis sliding up and down between my buns and eventually to feel it stopping right over my hole. I remember that sensation so strongly from my earlier experiences! So erotic, so tempting. We masturbate some more and he tells me all the things he would like. We touch each other and ourselves everywhere. Soon, I hope he will do what I crave and came here wanting. I imagine it as I straddle the pillows in my hotel room, stroking my penis, with the larger object deep inside me.

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