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Bisexual men are everywhere--haven't you read about it yet? These fifteen tales celebrate the sexy adventures by men who really do go both ways. Bisexual men love getting down and dirty, whether it is in a fetish club or at a wedding reception. They love soft feminine curves and hard masculine muscles--as long as the action is hot, nothing will spoil the fun to be had!
Bisexual men love getting together for group fun. In 'My Three Musketeers,' a trio of computer salesmen do everything together, until one of them gets a girlfriend who upsets the balance. The only way to put things right is a sexual adventure where everyone is sore and happy by the end.
Not all bisexual men in these stories are new to loving men. Some, like the hero of 'I've found my man' is on an ongoing quest to find the third party to complete their otherwise conventional relationship. He is literally gagging for cock, so he's overjoyed when he finds it in an unexpected location. In 'You just had to ask,' a married couple have an arrangement where the husband is free to visit gay fetish clubs as long as he tells his wife all the naughty details.
Bisexual men have existed throughout history. There are Gothic encounters in Victorian London where a man meets the infamous Jekyll and Hyde. The hero of that tale learns that delight and danger lies in the dark sexual needs of another man. In 'Out of the shadows,' a hunter discovers more than he bargained for whilst on an expedition with his manservant and best friend.
Bisexual men are getting down and dirty wherever you look. Read Bisexual men, and see how much fun they're having right now!
Excerpt:
Excerpt:I swallowed nervously, but not because of the occasion;
Stewart's fingers felt so good against my skin. I flicked a look at
him; brown eyes met blue. Stewart looked away, but he didn't move. He
stopped talking. I stopped breathing. I placed my own hands over his,
brought them to my mouth.
"We mustn't," he whispered, but he still didn't move away. "You're
going to be a married man in just under an hour. We have to stop." He
kissed me even before he'd finished speaking. We backed against the
door to my bedroom. I knew my mum was downstairs, nervously waiting for
me, but right then I didn't care. "This is wrong," Stewart breathed.
His hands delved into my tailored trousers, cupping me. I panted as he
stroked me. "I hate you."
I trapped his hands, gazed into his eyes. "I love you, Stewart."
Stewart pushed me onto the bed. He stripped out of his clothes slowly.
"I should come all over you. Mess up your silly little outfit."
I tried not to think of how my dad had collected the suits from the hire
shop, ridiculously proud that his only son was finally tying the knot.
He had splashed out on the wedding; Annie had lost both parents when
she was younger, so there was no one else but my family to pay for the
event. Times were hard for everyone, but I couldn't well get married in
my ripped jeans, could I? Mum was equally overjoyed, but then she and
my dad had been married for over forty years; a traditional couple who
wanted a traditional life for their child. I wasn't a religious person
like my parents, so I'd happily get married in a Registry Office, but
they'd insisted on a church do; that things were all good and proper in
the sight of God. Stewart must have read my mind, because he folded the
garments carefully, and placed them over the back of a chair.
As my lover undressed me, every inch of my skin started to tingle. He
climbed on top of me, and then he rubbed himself all over my body, like
he was marking me with his scent. We writhed and moved like animals,
swapping spit and pre-come. Stewart jerked me off, his hands only
lubricated by those fluids. "Still love me now?" he asked, smirking.
"Always," I grunted. I meant it.
Bisexual men love getting together for group fun. In 'My Three Musketeers,' a trio of computer salesmen do everything together, until one of them gets a girlfriend who upsets the balance. The only way to put things right is a sexual adventure where everyone is sore and happy by the end.
Not all bisexual men in these stories are new to loving men. Some, like the hero of 'I've found my man' is on an ongoing quest to find the third party to complete their otherwise conventional relationship. He is literally gagging for cock, so he's overjoyed when he finds it in an unexpected location. In 'You just had to ask,' a married couple have an arrangement where the husband is free to visit gay fetish clubs as long as he tells his wife all the naughty details.
Bisexual men have existed throughout history. There are Gothic encounters in Victorian London where a man meets the infamous Jekyll and Hyde. The hero of that tale learns that delight and danger lies in the dark sexual needs of another man. In 'Out of the shadows,' a hunter discovers more than he bargained for whilst on an expedition with his manservant and best friend.
Bisexual men are getting down and dirty wherever you look. Read Bisexual men, and see how much fun they're having right now!
Excerpt:
Excerpt:I swallowed nervously, but not because of the occasion;
Stewart's fingers felt so good against my skin. I flicked a look at
him; brown eyes met blue. Stewart looked away, but he didn't move. He
stopped talking. I stopped breathing. I placed my own hands over his,
brought them to my mouth.
"We mustn't," he whispered, but he still didn't move away. "You're
going to be a married man in just under an hour. We have to stop." He
kissed me even before he'd finished speaking. We backed against the
door to my bedroom. I knew my mum was downstairs, nervously waiting for
me, but right then I didn't care. "This is wrong," Stewart breathed.
His hands delved into my tailored trousers, cupping me. I panted as he
stroked me. "I hate you."
I trapped his hands, gazed into his eyes. "I love you, Stewart."
Stewart pushed me onto the bed. He stripped out of his clothes slowly.
"I should come all over you. Mess up your silly little outfit."
I tried not to think of how my dad had collected the suits from the hire
shop, ridiculously proud that his only son was finally tying the knot.
He had splashed out on the wedding; Annie had lost both parents when
she was younger, so there was no one else but my family to pay for the
event. Times were hard for everyone, but I couldn't well get married in
my ripped jeans, could I? Mum was equally overjoyed, but then she and
my dad had been married for over forty years; a traditional couple who
wanted a traditional life for their child. I wasn't a religious person
like my parents, so I'd happily get married in a Registry Office, but
they'd insisted on a church do; that things were all good and proper in
the sight of God. Stewart must have read my mind, because he folded the
garments carefully, and placed them over the back of a chair.
As my lover undressed me, every inch of my skin started to tingle. He
climbed on top of me, and then he rubbed himself all over my body, like
he was marking me with his scent. We writhed and moved like animals,
swapping spit and pre-come. Stewart jerked me off, his hands only
lubricated by those fluids. "Still love me now?" he asked, smirking.
"Always," I grunted. I meant it.
