Chris and I were not gay, and we were not lovers. Instead, we were very good friends, who just happened to have something unusual in common: We asian were both oversexed, and we were both "bisexual heterosexuals." What I mean by that term, is that even though we each experienced a very limited set of homosexual feelings and desires, we both still considered ourselves to be overwhelmingly heterosexual. And although jacking off (masturbating) in private did help Chris and me to relieve our super-strong libidos somewhat, it did absolutely nothing towards satisfying that powerful, natural urge to openly share our sexuality with another person. And so during that very first night together anal in The Pit, Chris had boldly decided to openly share his sexuality with me. And I had decided to do the same with him--because frankly, it was a much better alternative than not sharing my sexuality with anyone at all. My so-called "girlfriends" at the time wouldn't allow me to actually have orgasm-oriented, adult-style sex with them. Heck, back then, I considered myself lucky if I managed to get past the "holding hands" stage of a relationship to move on to the "my arm around her shoulders" stage, and the ever-popular sensual "she gives me a quick peck on the cheek once in a while" stage. And Chris was in the same boat as me back then, when it came to his relationships with girls. The bottom line is that Chris and I knowingly "used each other" to try to help each other get our rocks off better, and finally bring some much-needed relief for that powerful "sex-sharing" urge that Mother Nature has wisely chosen to give each and every one of us. { Author's Note: Let's face it, if we humans didn't have that powerful urge to share our sexuality with other people, then no one would ever do anything else but masturbate all alone by themselves, and consequently no babies would ever be born--and as far as Mother Nature is concerned, sex is all about making babies.} And since Chris and I were not gay lovers, we never kissed one another, or hugged one another, or held hands, or did anything openly gay, like that. Instead, we just had pure raw sex massage together, as Chris and I both reveled in candidly sharing our sexuality with each other, and freely experimenting with all sorts of taboo homosexual-style acts. I have to admit that Chris and I ended up trying some pretty bizarre things together, like inserting straightened-out bobby pins deep down inside of our own--as well as, each other's--urethras. I didn’t even know what “frotting” was, until many years later. But that didn’t stop Chris and me from doing it on a regular basis. There was just something very special and exciting about rubbing--and playfully beating ("sword fighting")--our two erect dicks together, until we ended up squirting sperm all over each other's dick-heads. However, the vast majority of our sexual encounters involved mutual masturbation exclusively. And we were so secretive about everything, that no one ever discovered our adolescent sexual relationship. Looking back on my secret sexual relationship with Chris, I can tell you that there were at least four distinct advantages to my having sex with another guy , instead of with a girl : 1) I never had to worry about the possibility that I might get Chris pregnant, which meant that birth control measures were totally unnecessary. 2) Chris didn't have a monthly menstrual period, and therefore he was always ready-and-willing to have sex with me at any time of the month. 3) Since Chris and I both had penises, he instinctively knew exactly how to handle my penis in just the right ways that would turn me on the most. 4) Chris closely related to--and innately lick understood--my sexuality (my interracial sexual feelings, desires, struggles, and insecurities) in a way that no girl or woman ever would. Throughout our long-lasting adolescent sexual relationship I never asked Chris to have sex with me. Not once. He was always the one who would come over to my house, and verbally let me know that he wanted to have sex with me, if I was interested. By now Ranger is sound asleep doing nothing while I leave and go home where my mom asked me why I’m walking funny and I tell her that I strained a muscle rough housing with Ranger. Truthfully she massage sensual wanted to get the cum out of her hair too. “Oh, yes, yes!” Natalie moaned. The well-behave demure wife from the city was gone – and replaced by a sex-crazed depraved slut. She almost looked normal. And I planned on ten million for stable savings, which they agreed was plenty. He removed his fingers and lifted the gown up the waist and then spread the thighs widely apart. "Well, where on my body do you cum, when you boys are fantasizing about me? Come on boys, interracial don't be shy" Cathy say's, as she takes Anthony's 6-inch cock into her mouth. I sat the note on the table next to the bed. “I really mean it, so … if you want to live out a fantasy, you name it.” Susanna driving looked at her sister and said, "Did you touch my pussy?" It feels beyond good, better than I have ever felt before. I could yell at him and act belligerent, like I had no fucking idea what he was doing. This was a monster at over ten inches long and at least three inches in diameter. It was the inconvenience, because lick Megan was an escort, a polite way to say a prostitute, who was used to having gentleman callers (all men who have money are attributed to be one by escorts) to support her edgy life. She turned around and held up a dog collar. Before I get into any more of our experiences at our new club, let me make a few observations about using sex outside of your primary relationship. The shorts were hanging in my thigh, so I grabbed it, tugged it whole in my hand and brought it to my nose. Greg gulped down every drop, and licked my cock clean. Nikki sashayed to the door, and I followed. “Oh, yes, yes!” I gasped as her fingers filled my cunt. He wants first whack so he doesn’t get another man's cum on his dick. I want you to slide inside slowly, maybe only halfway, then pull back almost all the way out, then asian back in. I will let you know how far. Mark said he had some plans but would definitely stop by as he could show up later at the other party. Her hands rested on my shoulders, her lips kissing my hair. Her male form pushed its counterpart against the counter top. Her warm mouth felt good but I already came twice and anal didn’t have it me to cum again.