Making Me Bi - Sex Stories

Making Me Bi

... closeness but a quiet momentdid not withdraw, which i could have done looking back but against, there was no fear, no worries. As he kissed me full on the lips, his tongue slipped between them and f***ed it's way into my mouth. I did not stop that happening and although I didn't respond with my lips, I slightly opened my mouth to let him explore me more, because it seemed the right thing to do. The kissing then got more urgent, more intrusive and exciting. Although my brain was not jumping handstands of joy, my body chemistry was responding in a happy way, it made me feel physically nice and I felt in no danger. Ke kissed me more, moving onto my cheeks and ears, my neck and forehead. There was no licking, just affectionate kisses with his lips. Then his left hand strayed down to my trousers and if I had been a little older, I guess I would have stopped him right there. But I was excited, stimulated and every touch that this man made on my body, I enjoyed. He told me to relax and enjoy myself and I did - a proper little slut, for sure. He gently took my cock out of my underpants and started gently to stroke it, while still kissing all over my face, almost as if he was frightened that there should be a quiet moment to break his kinky momentum. Of course it did not take long before I was squirting cum all over the place, my sexual bliss slowly subsiding, as did my little, now lifeless cock. But my day was not over, soon he was unbuttoning himself and taking his cock out of his ...

... pants.. He continued to talk while he wanked himself off, my limp member still poking out of crumpled trousers and at one point, as he tried to cum, I remember, predictably, that I was warned to to tell anyone of our fun. I was in no mood to talk about it anyway, there were no threats from him, just a stressed few words to explain that our secret play, would be our secret. I was sitting there, feeling a little awkward but still without alarm, when he started to moan from the pit of his stomach and his medium sized, cut cock, grew some purple in it's colour and an inch or two in it's length. Maybe, I have thought of the years, he checked out my mouth for his dick and clearly thought they were a match. As he wanked with his left hand, he placed his right arm over my shoulder and pulled my trunk forward and down, so that my face was in front of his cock, with it's bright coloured head and raised lip and soft, pliable feel. As the cum started to well up under his balls, my adult lover started to spurt his cream onto my lips, cheeks and chi and ultimately into my mouth. Now there was so much to take in, the taste was not good but the texture and feel of the cum was nice and after a few seconds, the bitterness of the taste left, leaving a creamy, slightly savoury flavour and a breathless gasp that accompanied the finals throaty moans of his orgasm. He was reassuring as I was hurriedly tidied up and wiped down, the tenderness was gone but there was no anger or warnings. My mother was ...