The Bi-Sexual Guy: Best of Both

By Rebecca Stone

"I had never done this before. It felt exhilarating, but at the same time, disquieting. I was sitting across from a rather corpulent man whom I'd never met, only emailed a handful of times after finding him online. Through those terse communications, we had gained a vague understanding of who we were and what we each wanted, and therefore felt it would be worth our whiles to meet. Both of us were married to women, but felt we were both bi. Curiously, though, we had had most of our sexual experiences with women. From my three brief same sex encounters, I thought that I was mostly a bottom with men, and he, in his one experience, had been a top. So, there was some likelihood we were compatible."

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Rebecca Stone
• Release date: Feb 14, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005524876

Rebecca Stone

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The Bi-Sexual Guy: Best of Both

By Rebecca Stone

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All characters depicted in this work of fiction are at least 18 years old or above. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Contents

Chapter 1: Getting More than his Feet Wet

Chapter 2: Ratcheting up

Chapter 3: Sub-Serving

Chapter 4: The Flogger

Chapter 5: Doing the Wife

Chapter 6: The Gang Bang

Chapter 1: Getting More than his Feet Wet

I had never done this before. It felt exhilarating, but at the same time, disquieting. I was sitting across from a rather corpulent man whom I'd never met, only emailed a handful of times after finding him online. Through those terse communications, we had gained a vague understanding of who we were and what we each wanted, and therefore felt it would be worth our whiles to meet. Both of us were married to women, but felt we were both bi. Curiously, though, we had had most of our sexual experiences with women. From my three brief same sex encounters, I thought that I was mostly a bottom with men, and he, in his one experience, had been a top. So, there was some likelihood we were compatible.

We had a drink together at Bar None, a respectable place a mile or so from his house. Then, being agreeable about things from our conversation, we went back to his house, me following in my car. We met at his front door. Although this adventure would be new for each of us, we had agreed that once we entered, and he had shut and locked the door, our cordial egalitarian relationship at the bar would be over. As the top, he would now be in charge.

Tonight, he stated, perhaps rehearsing for his role, my spouse is away, but due to return in three hours, so no matter what happens, you will not be spending the night. This evening is more or less for setting the ground rules, he continued, for what might follow, if anything, because nothing is guaranteed. I nodded, as he unlocked the door and ushered me in.

I have to find out what you know, and what you need to learn, he began without expression, closing the door securely and turning the lock.

I had read enough about being a sub to know that I should cast my eyes downward, and also, to say, Yes sir.

Take off your clothes, he commanded.

Yes, sir, I replied, again, keeping my eyes focused at his feet, but when I bent over to untie a shoe, he gave me a swat on my left butt cheek. Caught off guard, I twisted around to complain, but wisely restrained myself. Was I going to like this, I wondered.

You have to learn to do it my way, and not yours, he instructed without emotion.

Although, I had misgivings, for some reason, I endeavored to carry on, and adopted my role's appropriate response, How would it please you, Sir, for me to undress myself?

That's better, he said. I want you to take off your shirts first. Next, pull your pants down to around your ankles, then turn away from me and untie your shoes so I can inspect any future offering.

I did as he instructed, slowly unbuttoning my shirt and slipping it off. Although he didn't specifically command me to do so, I decided to play my part, to flirt with him so to speak, by turning as I was taking my T-shirt off over my head so that he could see me from varying angles, my muscular deltoids, biceps, pecs, and abs. Although I was thin, I was muscular. And I kept my hair shaved close, making my chest appear bare, to better allow the light and shadow to define my toned torso.

I undid my belt and snap, unzipped my jeans, and jerked them down to my ankles. As I bent over away from him, I repeated the action with my briefs. Hearing no comment or other instructions, I began untying my shoes and removing my socks, slipping off one, then the other. I also tried to exaggerate the motion, accentuating calfs and gluts, hoping he would be pleased. When I finished, I heard his next command, and turned around to face him. Unexpectedly, my phallus was filling, nowhere near to being a full erection, but definitely enlarged.

You'll do for tonight, was his non-committal comment. Then he added, Now, you will undress me.

I started forward, before I realized that I shouldn't have.

He put a hand up as if to say stop, which I understood, then he motioned with it for me to turn around. Bend over and grab your ankles. Two spanks with cupped hand on each of my bare ass cheeks followed.

What did you learn? he inquired, nonchalantly.

Still in the learning position with now flushed cheeks, and smarting buttocks, I responded, trying to keep any vexation to myself, How would you like me to undress you, Sir?

Good boy, he affirmed. You may stand and face me.

After he explained his preference, I did exactly as he had dictated, first stripping off his shirt, then untying and tossing aside each shoe. Finally, I undid his slacks, slid them down, and let him use my head to steady his balance, while he stepped out of them. Then I lowered and removed his boxers trying not to stare at what I saw bobbing up between his legs. Finally, he told me to take off his socks and to stay there on my hands and knees.

Come with me little doggie to the bathroom, he calmly commanded.

I followed him on my hands and knees across the pile carpet of the living room, down the hardwood hallway, to the cold tile of