I love getting fucked by bisexuals.
I love feeling the thick cock of a bisexual guy going deep into my smooth ass, inch by inch, and making me beg for more. It gives me particular satisfaction to know that a guy chooses my ass over a cunt. Knowing that his cock also seeds women makes me eager to feel him satisfy my ass's thirst for cum.
Plus, most bisexuals have an intense desire for the warmth and softness of a man's ass. Usually, sex with them is mighty and sensual. Sometimes it can get too powerful (as it was with Arik), and consequently, it never happens.
I got so many responses from bisexuals after my latest blog post. The post was about me not getting fucked by Arik. I lied to him that I was HIV+, and he ran away from my ass.
You can read more about it here:
Here's an example of one response:
I was reading the above response this morning while trying to decide what will I write about.
There were three things that I wanted to share with you:
How I survived my first fight with Felix, my boyfriend
A surprising closure with Arik yesterday at the nudist beach
Why I will not write anything about what's happening in the States
I also wanted to demonstrate with audio, how Felix fucked me in four positions:
First when I was on my stomach
Then when I rode his cock
Later when he fucked me doggie style
And lastly when he fucked me with my legs on his muscular shoulders
In the final position, Felix made me cum without touching myself. It was a small orgasm but so sweet. He then pulled out and shot loads of cum on my face and my pecs. After that, he rubbed his cum all over my hole and my ass and played with my balls.
In seconds I screamed and experienced my second orgasm.
"I'm a cum rug; I better take a shower."
That's what I said when it was over and before we took a shower together.
That's also how Nir, a bisexual man I have known for ten years and with whom I fucked for nearly eight years until two years ago, used to do before I started taking Prep.
However, Nir and I never took a shower afterwards only before.
Why was that?
Keep reading to find out.
Nir and I were terrific sex partners.
Our lovemaking usually lasted for 3-4 hours, and it always ended the same way. He shot loads of his thick love juice all over my face and my pecs. Then he would rub it all over my ass and love hole. Later, just like Felix did, he would play with my sensitive balls and my anus until I stopped screaming, and until my cum was mixed with his all over my upper body and face.
We usually shot our load twice. We would cum quickly during the first hour, most times in the shower, and then spend 2-3 more hours rolling naked in my massive bed until we once again shared our DNA.
I no longer get fucked by Nir.
I stopped getting fucked by him shortly after I started taking Prep. He got to fill my ass with his white cream only four times, I think.
Did Nir suddenly decide to stop cheating on his wife?
He sends me "I miss your ass" messages every few weeks.
Two years ago, after helping him to keep his marriage for eight years, I got fed up with his behavior. I decided it was disrespectful of me and my love hole.
If he was disrespectful, why had I kept letting him enjoy my body for so many years?
Perhaps I should first explain the three major types of married bisexuals as far as my experience is concerned:
The deniers before
The deniers after
Those who deny before and after
Let's take Arik and Nir, for example.
While Arik never fucked me, I am sure that he belonged to group #3. On the other hand, Nir belonged to group #2, and after eight years, I was fed up with it.
The "before" and "after" has to do with the attitude towards me and my ass. It relates to giving me the gift of cum in or on me.
The "denying" relates to the attraction to a man's asshole.
The "denier before" bisexual, is the kind of bisexual that is more comfortable fucking me by calling my ass a “cunt”. This type of bisexual sometimes even talks to me using the female form of the verb (Hebrew differentiates between male and female).
For example, when asking me, "Do you like my big cock," he would say:
"At Ohevet <my big cock>?" (female form)
instead of asking me:
"Ata Ohev...<my big cock>?" (male form)
Once the sex was over, the guy belonging to group #1 would stop pretending that I was a woman. We would chat, smile, have a smoke, and then he would kiss me goodbye and leave.
Out of the three, he's the ideal sex partner.
The "denier after" guy, is the kind that feels ashamed after the sex is over. While his seed is still swimming in my ass or leaking on my nipples, he has already gone. He's the type that, once he has satisfied his desire for a man's tight hole, suddenly feels ashamed and disappears.
The "denier before & after" guy is, of course, a combination of the two. He's the kind of guy that treats me as if I'm a woman before he shoots his cum and then disappears moments after.
Nir was the "after" type of bisexual.
We always started our lovemaking by taking a very long shower and him soaping every inch of my wet body. He would soap my ass and tease my love hole using his gentle fingers for a very long time.
If I'm not mistaken, he was the first guy to load my ass with delicious cum in my newly renovated shower. I believe that was in late 2017. The last guy to do did this honor to my ass in this shower (except for Felix, of course) was Avner (who's also a bisexual!).
He's the one who took the photo of my open hole before loading it with cum:
I wrote about our lovemaking here:
The sex with Nir, as I've said, was out of this world.
For example, we would stop in the middle and talk.
Nir would pull out his medium-sized, thick cock from my still-not-satisfied hole and lie down next to me. He would sometimes gently caress and lick my entire body while we were talking. Well, he was talking about how he loves my body, and I would moan in return. At a certain point, his fingers or tongue would find my horny love hole, and we would start all over again!
He loved the fact that I'm a guy. He worshipped my entire body in any possible way imaginable. He was one of the few guys from whom I didn't mind getting a blowjob.
However, minutes after his cum was on my face or in my ass for the second time, he'd get dressed in record speed, give me a very formal kiss and disappear. It was as if he suddenly remembered his wife and kids and was ashamed of what we'd just done.
At least he made sure I too shot my load the second time. When a guy leaves without ensuring I've completely drained my balls, I never bother to see him again.
Before I started taking Prep, Nir's behavior made me uncomfortable, but I accepted it. I knew he was married with three kids (when we started fucking there was only one!), and I never expected anything from him besides dominant yet passionate, animal-like lovemaking.
However, once he started shooting his lovely sperm in my ass, it naturally bothered me. A sex date that ends with my ass full of cum is, to me, more meaningful. I mean: I gave him my ass, I let him penetrate my body and fill me up with his river of love.
It didn't make us "happy ever after," but he was out of the door while his cum was still leaking out of my ass.
I thought it was unacceptable.
And that's why I stopped seeing him.
As for Arik (the guy I lied to about my HIV+ status), I saw him again yesterday at the nudist beach. It was quite a surprise encounter.
Not only did I not expect to see him again; I most certainly didn't expect him to start talking with me.
In my last blog post, I wrote how I was afraid he might even hit me:
"Arik was stronger than me, and the beach was deserted. I was suddenly afraid that he might punch me, so I kept my mouth shut. "
At the time, I thought I was hysterical, but Felix, my boyfriend, showed me a post on Facebook two nights ago:
"Theon, you should be more cautious when dealing with sex partners at the nudist beach. Arik could have hit you, maybe severely. Look at this"
The post was about a guy in his twenties returning from the nudist beach, driving slowly on the dirt road. I know this road very well because I walk on this road every time I go there. I park my car about a mile from the beach.
During the summer months, when I return to my car, I walk naked on this road:
On this very road, an ordinary guy was driving back. Two monsters were following him, and they hit his car. It was just a slight hit, and, in any case, it was not his fault.
He stopped, got out of the car to see what the damage was.
Those two beasts beat him up quite hard and cursed him:
There are some evil people out there.
Yesterday at the beach, I was alone, and I saw Arik approaching. I didn't realize it was him at first. I saw a tall guy coming over, and I decided to adopt a "fuck me please" position when he arrives.
Therefore, I went into the shallow pools and waited in doggie
No horny top can resist a bottom offering his ass in this manner. That is even truer if the bottom (in this case myself), also feels very fuckable. When I realized it was Arik. I got out of the water, sat on my beach towel, and watched his approach.
I was quite nervous.
What could Arik want from me?
Last time I saw him, he was furious because he'd thought I should have told him from the start that I'm HIV+.
Just to clarify: I'm not HIV+, I lied to him. If you want to find out why, please read my previous blog post:
When Arik got closer, he stopped and sat down on a rock next to me. He didn't seem aggressive. He was entirely peaceful.
After the usual "hi," "how are you?" and so on. Arik told me:
"I was very nervous after I left you.
I read about what you'd said, and now I know it's impossible to get HIV from a blow job. However, you should have told me before I asked. Would you have let me know before fucking you if I hadn't asked you myself?"
They say that once you start lying, you can't stop.
I could tell that he was relieved.t I'm HIV+, but now I had no choice. If I had told him that I'd lied the last time, I would have to explain why. What was I going to say to him? That I'd lied because he was a terrible lover?
"Of course, I would have told you before fucking me. You never gave me a chance, remember?"
I could tell that he was relived.
"OK, I'm not mad, no harm done. I'm just happy I didn't fuck you. I would have hated to find out afterward that you're sick".
I was not going to start educating him about safe sex, being HIV+ and undetectable, and of course, about Prep. I escaped getting punched by him, and that was more than I'd expected.
In fact, I got more than I’d expected.
"I feel so much better now after our chat," Arik said. "Shall we sit by the water and share a beer?"
How could I say no to seeing Arik's massive hammer again?
Arik took off his clothes, and once again, my ass fainted on seeing his massive brown driller and large hairy balls.
His cock when soft was nearly as big as mine is when hard
It was rather too cold to sit on the wet sand, so we stood. Arik drank half the beer before handing me the rest.
"Here, have the rest."
"Are you afraid that you'll catch HIV from me if I pass the beer back to you?"
Arik spanked my ass hard. I released a loud, feminine, joyful cry.
"No, you stupid bottom, I don't want to get COVID-19".
Obviously, Arik was the hysterical type as far as getting sick. I wasn't going to argue with him. He probably was still somewhat afraid of me because he believed I was HIV+.
While standing next to Arik, I kept gazing at his muscular body and terrific long cucumber. I was just about to fall to the ground, begging for forgiveness and offering him my love hole to use it as he pleased.
"Well, I'd better go," Arik said, "I want to see if there are women on the other side of the beach."
Again, looking for women. He was so much a type #3 bisexual.
"Care to give me a final quick look at your smooth cunt before I leave?"
Arik was sweet and friendly this time, despite everything that had happened on the previous occasion. I saw no reason not to fulfill his request.
I positioned myself in doggie and allowed him to carefully examine my love hole for the last time.
"Oh, Theon, it's a shame you will never get to feel me rip your cunt apart until you scream."
When he'd said that, I gave up on the idea of him fucking me once and for all. Arik was sweet, but when he started talking about fucking me, he turned out to be a dominant monster. At least, by my standards.
I stood up.
"A shame, I know," I lied, "Your cock is truly incredible" (and that was not a lie)
He gave me a hard goodbye spanking and said:
"And so is your ass."
After he left since it was getting cold so I put on my jock.
I watched Arik walk away. From the shallow pools (that's where I showed him my hole) to the point where he was hoping to find a real cunt to fuck, it was more than a mile walk.
I thought about what a blog follower had sent me regarding my latest blog post about Arik:
This follower was right and wrong.
He was right that I shouldn't have lied to Arik, but his reasoning, in my view, was wrong. I shouldn't have lied to him, because in the end, it made me feel bad about myself and it was also unfair to him.
Once our brief, second encounter was over, I was left with my thoughts.
I felt sad.
In a way, I suddenly felt what Nir must have felt after his cum was swimming in my ass, and he remembered his marriage:
I can't ask for Arik's forgiveness. If he learns that I lied to him (twice!), maybe I will get punched after all.
But I promised myself that I would be more respectful in the future to any bisexual (or any guy) of whom I've had the honor of holding his cock in my mouth or my ass. People are complicated, and sometimes I, also, can be too rough and complicated.
As I was writing this blog post, I got another comment from a bisexual follower.
So, maybe I'm not such a bad guy after all 😘