Little Did He Know

Episode 2: No Idea He Was Bi-Sexual!

Don't get me wrong. I do not discriminate against bi-sexual, tri-sexual or any other -sexual out there. However, before I jump your bones, I think it would be nice to know if you swing both ways.

"What difference does it make", one might ask. To me, a great difference: A choice!

I think having a choice is important. What if I'm not comfortable with sleeping with a bi-sexual person? Not telling me in advance takes away my choice of not sleeping with you.

So I connected with this guy on a dating app. We chatted for a while before mutually agreeing to only seeing each other for sex. The sex was hella good! In between rounds we would chill, talk, eat, get high or watch a movie.

It was all good, until one night when we got space cake high and fucked each other's brains out, he casually blurted out that he was bi-sexual. Say what now?

We had been seeing each other for months and I had no clue!

We were super high and had put on a movie. He started talking about playing video games with his friends and mentioned that he has this particular friend who always brings out the feminine side of him. I paid no mind to what he said, as I was too high to even care.

He kept on talking and I pretended to listen, while staring at the tv screen and only seeing stars and galaxies.

He said that he didn't understand why he behaves so "fruity" when that particular friend is around. Again, I was too high to give a fuck.

He then said "Though I'm bi-sexual, I never act that way around any of the other guys that I fuck". I came from being super high to sober in a split second. Nope, I was still super high. You know when you're drunk, but sober up real quick when shit hits the fan? Well, this was not the case. I wanted to sober up so bad, but I was too far gone.

My next words, in a very low, soft, rusty voice were: "Whaaat? You're bi-sexual?" These words echoed inside my head about a million times, as if I was not the one who just spoke them.

He answered "Omg, you didn't know?" At this point he sounded super fruity to me. It's a mind thing!

A million things ran through my mind as I was trying to put two and two together. I remembered this one time he sent me a picture of an extra large blue and gold dildo. That shit was really freaking huge. I grew curious and told him that he had better use it on me the next time that I came over.

He kept his promise and used that monster on me the next time. When I walked in it was right on his desk waiting on me. When I saw it, my clit immediately started jumping with excitement. "You are not using that thing on me without washing it", I said. He assured me that he's washed it and then boiled it before I came over. I took his word for it.

Oh my God! That shit was so large, it stretched my pussy wide open. Though it was a bit painful, it felt so fucking good. He started fucking me with it, while licking my clit. I later took it from him and fucked myself while he rubbed my clit and sucked my nipples. My oh my! I felt vibrations running through my entire body, starting from the tip of my toes to the very end of my hair. I came so hard, screaming and holding his head down with his mouth still on my breast. I left a large watermark on his bed where my juices flowed. I was basically paralyzed after that session.

I never asked him why he owned that dildo, or if it was even his. I just automatically assumed that it maybe belonged to an ex-girlfriend, another current fuck-friend, or he just bought it to use on women. Not knowing all the while that he may very well have used it on men. Maybe it belonged to one of his male friends. And the most shocking thought of them all: maybe he's used that very same dildo on himself or have had someone use it on him.

I had so many questions and just couldn't bring myself to ask them. Like, 'Are you a giver or a taker?', 'Were you born this way?', 'Would you let me use that dildo on you?' I would have loved to fuck him in the ass with that giant dildo. I think I would cum all over myself just by the pleasure I would get out of ramming that monster up his ass and hearing him moan.

Now where were we .

Me: "Well how was I supposed to know if you never said anything?"

Him: "Don't you see the signs? Do I behave like a straight guy to you?"

Me in my mind: No! I don't see any signs! How about you plaster a neon sign on your forehead saying 'bi-sexual', since you don't have the decency to inform someone before sleeping with them. And yes, all the times you had me bent over, on my back, on my head and in all kinds of positions, giving me some good dick, I thought you were a straight guy. Because, news flash: that's how straight guys fuck too! Some straight guys don't even fuck this good!

What I said next: "Are you serious right now or are you messing with me? Why wouldn't you tell me that you are bi-sexual before we even slept together?"

Him: 'Well I didn't think it was important. Besides, I don't go around identifying as a bi-sexual, like 'Hi I'm Sam and I'm bi-sexual' ".

Me in my mind: Well at least if you had told me, we could have set up a rendezvous with one of your little bi-sexual friends and have some 3-way fun.

What I said next: "I can't believe you've been bi-sexual all this time and didn't tell me."

The conversation went on. To cut a long story short, he explained that he is still struggling with coming out of the closet. He said that not many people knew that he was bi-sexual and that the topic never came up. so he didn't see any slots in our conversations where he could have mentioned it. I told him it's like telling me his age. You just say it. He asked if I was angry with him.

I was not angry at the fact that he was bi-sexual, but angry because he never told me. For some reason I felt used and lied to. I couldn't take the images of him fucking men out of my head; I have a vivid imagination. I also fantasized about having a three-some with him and one of his friends. Having a male-male-female bi-sexual three-some has always been one of my dirty fantasies.

Too bad this candidate was crossed of the charts. After finding out that way, I couldn't bring myself to see him again. So, I decided that this was the end for us. It was fun while it lasted.