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Being Bi is not something you let be known when you are a male biker hanging out with guys that party with the Outlaws and other one-percenter clubs. But, Bi I am and have been for my whole life, so I’ve learned when and where to let the secret out.

The club I was riding with at that time would do all of the usual poker runs as well as the weekly Friday night dinner rides; and the dinner rides usually were the most fun for me, just because it got me out of the house and hanging with my friends for an evening.

This one particular evening, we ended up at one of the local Chinese restaurants for dinner and we had a great time, as usual, just hanging out, eating and gabbing.

During the course of the evening, I had noticed that there were a couple of the busboys that I found to be very attractive as I was sneaking looks their way. There was one busboy in particular that I felt was so sexy that I got a hard-on from looking at him. He was about 5 feet tall, a little shorter than me, slender with features that were almost, but not quite, feminine.

I had noticed him looking our way (at me?) a lot over the course of the evening. By now, my erection was enough of a problem that I had to excuse myself from the group and went to the bathroom to try to get my bulge to deflate enough to not be a noticeable problem.

Once out of sight of everyone, I went down the corridor toward the bathroom when I ran, almost literally, into my sexy busboy.

He immediately excused himself for almost running me down and I noticed that his gaze lingered on me afterwards. I decided then and there to just come right out and talk to him and see if he was as interested in me as I was in him.

“Listen. I saw you looking at us over there and I was wondering if maybe you might want to go riding with me after you get off work?” Okay, it was lame, but I really wasn’t used to picking up guys.

“I was looking at you, but I don’t have motorcycle.”

“I do.” I said.

He looked into my eyes and said, “You asking me what I think you asking me?”

“I am asking if you want to go on a date with me after you get off work. Tonight.”

“Your friends know this about you?”

“No. And I would prefer that it stayed that way if you get what I mean.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, you understand or yes, you will go out with me?”

“I go out with you. Tonight. I also understand.”

“Good. What time do you get off?”

“Soon. Eleven.”

“Good. What’s your name? Mine is Chris.”

“I am Lu.”

“I’ll be waiting outside when you get done, Lu.”

I went back to the table and finished dinner while he went about finishing his work.

As the night drew to a close, the club was all leaving in small groups, singles and pairs until my riding buddy, Nick and I were the last ones there.

Nick said “I’m heading out to the Strip. Wanna come?”

“Naw. Just gonna finish my dessert and head home, I think.” I lied.

“Okay. Just don’t forget about tomorrow.”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll be there. If the weather holds, it will be a target rich environment”

“Damn straight. I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

“Later, man.”

With that, he headed out the door.

I finished eating in silence, checking out all of the waiters, waitresses and, of course, Lu. When I finished, I paid my bill and went outside and waited. Right on time, Lu came out from work. He looked at the bike as he walked out and started to get a look on his face that made me think that he was getting second thoughts about our impromptu date.

“You’re not changing your mind, are you?”

“No. I just never ride on motorcycle before.”

I grinned at that and said, “Don’t worry. Just do what I tell you and you’ll be fine. Besides, I never crash with passengers aboard.”

He looked at me and said, “First time for everything.”

I smiled at that and said “Not tonight, though. So where would you like me to take you?”

“I not so smart about what is here to do. Maybe you choose?”

“Okay. I know a place that we can go to start with.”

I gave him the dos and don’ts about riding with me and we mounted up and rode off. I did know the perfect place and so we went to a place called The Copa. It was a big gay/lesbian, bisexual, crossdresser and transgender hangout with a lot of music, four bars and a big dance floor. He was quite impressed by the place.

We parked the bike and went in, got something to drink and sat down in one of the outside bar areas to talk for a bit. I found out that he had only been in the country for a couple of years and had just moved to the area a few months earlier.

After a bit of talking and a couple of drinks, I asked if he liked to dance and he said that he wasn’t very good at it, but was willing to try it. I told him that I was pretty awful, but was willing to try as well. As we got up to the dance floor, the music changed to something slow. We looked at each other, I shrugged, took his hand and we went out to dance.

He wrapped his arms around me and melted into me while we danced. After a couple of minutes he looked up at me with eyes that were gentle and submissive, so I kissed him.

We danced and kissed till the song started to speed up again and I walked him off the floor and said, “let’s go back to your place.”

He agreed and we went to his place. It was a nice little studio semi-attached to his landlord’s house. We went in and he offered me a soda, which I took, and he sat down next to me on his bed.

Without a word, he began pulling my shirt off, kissing me everywhere that my skin became exposed. After my shirt was off, he got onto the floor and took my boots and socks off, kissing and licking my feet very gently. That was a new experience for me. Then he began working my pants off of me, kissing my legs as he undressed me.

As suddenly as he had begun, he stopped and undressed himself.

It dawned on me, as he stood there, naked, staring at my now rigid cock, how feminine in build and manner he was. Maybe that was the attraction that I felt, but it didn’t really matter to me. He had me hot and ready and I wanted to play with him as badly as he wanted to play with me.

His cock wasn’t quite as big as mine, but it was of a good enough size that I liked it.

“Come here, Lu.”

He lay down next to me and began kissing me again, kissing and licking his way down to my nipples, licking and sucking each one in turn before working his way to my hard cock, which he licked around, sucking my balls gently into his mouth before licking my cock like a popsicle; up and down the length, gently nibbling the shaft then swallowing my cock whole down his throat.

I turned us so that I could get my lips around his cock and began sucking him with more zeal than I have had with any of my male lovers before or since. We sucked each other like that for a while until I felt like I was going to cum. I knew that he was close as well from the way he was moaning on my cock. I began to cum in his mouth, moaning on his cock the whole time as he swallowed my load. Then I felt him moaning harder on my cock as his cock swelled and he shot his load into my throat. I swallowed it all, reveling in the taste of his cum and sucking him dry.

He pulled off of me and turned around to curl up next to me, holding my now soft cock in his hands, kissing my chest, nipples and neck. A few minutes of this and I was hard again and he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed some lube.

He put some on his hand and continued stroking my cock. With his other hand he squirted some lube into his ass and then he put the lube on the nightstand and kneeled over my cock, aiming it at his ass. God he was tight. Slowly, he slid down on my cock and let it fill him up, saying all the time how big I was. He stayed very still while his ass adjusted to me and then, after a minute, he sat upright and began pumping his tight little ass up and down on me. I reached up and played with his nipples and his cock, which was getting hard again.

I couldn’t take it any more, so I rolled us over so that he was on his back, with his legs in the air and I began to really fuck him. He wrapped his legs around me and was fucking me back, rubbing his cock between us and moaning something in Thai that I didn’t understand.

I felt my cock swell and began to come as I felt his cock swell and shoot between us. I rolled us over again so that he was on top again and he just laid there, his legs on either side of me, laying on me with his head on my chest.

“I never had American man before. You very good.” he whispered.

“Thank you. I’ve never had a Thai man before. You are very enthusiastic.”

“You nice to me and I wanted to have good time with you.”

“Well, we definitely had that”

“I clean up now. Stay here”

With that, he kissed me like we had been lovers for years, got off of me and went into the bathroom. I heard the water running and then he came out with a bowl and a washcloth. He cleaned me up and then cleaned himself up before returning the cloth and bowl to the bathroom and coming back to the bed.

I started to get up to get dressed and he said “You not stay?”

“I thought….”

“No. You stay tonight.” He said and looked at me with sad, gentle eyes. How could I say no? So I lay back down, he crawled into bed with me and curled up on me and we went to sleep.

In the morning we woke up, had round three, showered, said good by and I went off to meet my buddy Nick.

(to be continued)

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Saturday morning found the two of us outside and hanging out with some of the guys and we were quick to share with them what we had taken all night to figure out: We weren't having a lot of fun doing it because we were doing it too much - and I could see "light bulbs" firing up over the other guys' heads. We sat and talked about it for a long time and came to a group decision that not doing it, well, that wasn't the answer but not thinking about it being too much and remembering that it was big time fun for us to be doing it was the answer.

The six of us literally ran to the closest hideout... so we could spend a lot of time doing it to each other... and it was once more the great thrill we knew it to be... but the mystery of that week would plague me at times when I was much older. Indeed, I had been with a guy and we were talking about if there was such a thing as too much dick; I told him about that crazy week and while he hadn't been into dick as a youth, he recalled being in college and having sex with his roommate... and having that same weird sense when there was nothing else to do but to fuck... but it wasn't as much fun as it formerly was.

I'd eventually come to the conclusion that it's better to have too much dick than it is to not get any dick at all... but the younger version of myself had to experience what it was like to have too much to be able to appreciate what it was like to be able to have sex this way to begin with.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]It's now one in the morning; we're still wide awake and listening to the ongoing card game and learning some new cuss words. We're just lying in bed together when he rolled over to look at me and asked, "Are we doing it too much?"

His question made perfectly good sense! The thing that made this week so... bad was because all of us were doing it it several times a day, every cotton-picking day! How did I miss something so obvious? Oh, that's right - I missed it because I was too busy doing it and wondering why it wasn't the fun it usually was.

"I think you're right," I said; I could feel my whole mindset feeling better about it as his question kept bouncing around in my head and I was thinking about the time I heard a couple of grown-up men complaining about their women not wanting to do it and the men telling them that there was no such thing as too much dick.

Um, apparently, there was such a thing... and me and my horny friends had somehow found ourselves right in the middle of this. To me, once my mind had put all of this together - and I think his mind had as well - I had that great urge and excitement for us to do it again and the thrill of it all came rushing back for both of us. We went at each other again and with the familiar energy that had been missing all week long.

And, after we were done, we both fell asleep.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]His parents had sent us to his room around 8pm to get us out of their way so they could play [/SIZE][/FONT][FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Pinochle and we both knew that we would have a whole lot of time to ourselves without them checking on us. We were looking forward to it... and not so much; we hadn't been in his room a good two minutes when he said, "We might as well just go ahead and do it..."

It was so routine; take turns sucking each other off then taking turns fucking each other. Clean up. Repeat. I was actually looking at my trusty Timex and saw it was just after midnight... while he was fucking me just the way he was doing it told me that he wasn't all that into it... but it had been that way since we got started and the mood was so funky that neither of us cared if we got caught doing it to each other. He finally shot his jizz in me, rolled off of me and lay down so I could fuck him and it was so much like being on autopilot and doing it just because it had to be done.

Making the whole thing worst was neither of us were sleepy, leaving us with only two options: Stay awake and be totally bored out of our minds... or keep doing it to each other until we finally wore each other out and went to sleep... and that just didn't happen.

"Why isn't this fun?" he had asked me after we cleaned up again.

"I don't know," I said as we lay next to each other and not even bothering to pull the sheet over us and even the thought of one of his parents coming into his room and seeing us both naked on the bed didn't instill the usual fear we all had about getting caught in myself or him.

"It's still good, ain't it?" he asked.

"Yeah, but, I dunno," I said and that I didn't know really bothered me. I had heard that some of the guys who were in our gang wasn't doing it any more; I had also overhead some grown-ups talking about boys doing it to boys and that they'd eventually get tired of it and just stop doing it - that usually sparked a heated debate and so much that they wouldn't be paying attention to the fact that one or two of us who were doing it to each other was listening to them.

Maybe that's what was wrong? Was I - and the more older of us - getting tired of it and it was time for us to stop doing it? Making it even more weird was the fact that I was thinking about this... as my friend was sucking my dick again and I was watching him do it. Yes, my dick was hard; yes, it felt good and it felt even better when he flipped himself around so I could suck his dick while he sucked mine. Yes, his hard prick felt good in my mouth and that clear stuff that was oozing out tasted good, too - but it always did... but the fact that I was actually thinking about all of this still made it weird; how could this feel so good but not feel so good all at the same time? We finished each other off, grabbed the water glasses (empty jelly jars) we both had and went to the bathroom to get water and we were both expecting his parents to hear us moving around and at least ask what we were doing up... and they were too much into their very heated card game to pay us any attention.

"We could probably go downstairs and do it right in front of them and they'd never notice," my friend said, which got me laughing and agreeing that he was probably right about that - Pinochle was some very serious stuff for grown-ups. [/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]By day three, I was too through with doing it with boys; it was becoming too much the same thing and I'd often find myself thinking about why this wasn't so much fun even while doing it with a guy - and it didn't help my situation any having a horny-assed little brother who was very much still head over heels about doing the nasty.

There were many, many times when I just wanted to say no and to say I didn't feel like it and the thing that didn't help matters any was that I couldn't say no and I was kinda lying when I'd say I didn't feel like it; I had realized that I hated being bored and with nothing to do more than getting some dick was bothering me. I was going through the motions without that seriously nasty thrill that we all admitted we were hooked on but, still, it was fun to do it with one of the guys - just not as much fun as it had been last week or any time before that.

I could be sucking a guy's dick and I'd feel... detached from it and on day five of this very weird week, I was sucking my fourth guy of the day and my heart just wasn't in it; he had shot his jizz in my mouth and when he finished, I laid down so he could suck me and even though my dick was all in the game, the rest of me wasn't so much and when I shot my jizz, it felt good... but not as good as before...

And I still couldn't figure out what was going on. It wasn't just me - a lot of the other guys were feeling the same way about it; yet, none of us gave any thought to not doing it. The fifth guy that day and I had just finished fucking each other for the second time and I was tired and not looking forward to the pre-arranged sleepover that weekend with this same guy... and he wasn't all that thrilled about it either.

"Maybe we should call it off?" he asked.

"Maybe we should," I agreed and we decided to let our peeps know that the sleepover was off... but we didn't do that and that Friday found us together at his home and in his bed doing the one thing neither of us really felt like doing.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]By the time I was 11, there were no less than 20 of us neighborhood boys running around and having sex with each other. The thrill of being so... nasty hadn't really worn off of me and, in later years, I'd attribute it to the fact that the overall thrill was kept going every time a new guy joined in on the fun...

But at one point that summer, sucking and fucking each other got "old," and "bothersome" because myself - and, really, none of us, could leave home without running into a guy or two (or more) who'd want to go somewhere so we could have sex. That first week of this feeling saw me doing it guys no less than three times a day and by the second day of this marathon, I was pretty bummed out about it all but given that, on this particular summer, there wasn't much to do - well, not until I went to summer camp in August - many of us would be roaming around either alone or in bunches trying to figure out what we could do to keep ourselves from being bored and getting into trouble...

And the answer was always, "Hey, do you wanna do it?" and I know my response lacked my usual enthusiasm and I'd shrug and say something like, "Might as well - ain't nothing else to do..." I'd go with either a single guy or some number of us would head for one of the many places we used to do our dirt and, again, by the second day, my eagerness to do it wasn't as off the charts as it previously had been.

It wouldn't be until I got much older that I'd get around to realizing that getting some dick had become so routine that it had taken a lot of the shine off of it. Get to a hideout; strip down; lots of sucking and fucking and depending on who I was with or what guys were in the mix. Sucking one guy while another guy was in my ass seemed like, in today's terms, too much like work and I'd find myself being annoyed over things that, before that week ever happened, never annoyed me.

What was going on here? How come this wasn't as much fun as it had been last week?[/SIZE][/FONT]

Hello papacock here and I'm hoping to find someone to enjoy some quality time with. I'd like someone younger but age or size really doesn't matter to me. I enjoy giving and getting oral and I will swallow if you're clean and disease free. I'd like a regular basis for sex and don't care about nationality or color. Just need some cock in my life

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