About

I am truly an authentic, bisexual man, and a human being like anybody.

Primarily, my interests are dominant women, especially ones who really know how to use strapons with which to power-fuck their mates, be they male or female.

Few things turn me on as much as seeing a beautiful woman, with a powerful and shapely backside, to be thrusting and pumping a thick cock up a man's well-stretched and willing asshole. Watching a strapped female's ass repeatedly rise and fall and buck into and against another partner is extraordinarily stimulating to me, on so very many levels.

Hearing a woman's body connecting into her man; seeing her chest heave and bounce with every slamming thrust, hearing her accelerated breathing, or better still, seeing her experience an orgasm while doing so, all while her male partner groans, pleads, grunts and moans, wanting it -- this is always a sexual symphony in my ears, but being the involved recipient of such action and energies is sheer exhilaration to my body and soul!

As when it comes to women taking me anally, I'm not only turned on by their sensuality and sexual power being directed towards me, but also by the subtle conversion which occurs on a mental level.

From my mental perspective, in giving up my ass to my partner and presenting her with my most intimate areas, I transform into the subservient receiver while they, enraptured by their new found prowess, emulate a male, zealously hammer into me while becoming fierce and commanding masters (mistresses) in their own right, looking down on me and making me desperately exclaim whose bitch I am. This imbues her with a new found sense of power and ferocity and dominance, and I find it is best when women allow themselves to fully embrace their masculinity in this regard.
I love when the person I am in love with understands this reciprocal engagement, then allows for it and even enjoys making good on it -- once in a while, telling me those magic words: "Go get ready, you're gonna take it hard tonight, bitch"

Maybe for some who don't normally go for this sort of thing, these are outlandish notions, somewhat daunting to comprehend. However, I feel this particular facet of human intimacy is grander than perhaps being "part gay" or merely being into role reversal or what have you. In summation, I feel it's fair to describe fem-domination as a highly complex matter.

When it comes to any new partner(s) who arouse me in such a way as to venture into strapping me, the fun really starts at the very first intimations, hints and conversations about the topic. It can be a tricky one to navigate with almost any partner.
However, my confession of these urges to a trusted woman feels as liberating as it does arousing, and it's fantastic when sometimes you detect their mutual arousal and interest.

I've explained to my girlfriends that by their understanding of what makes me tick, and by their willingness to overtake me in a dominant manner, consistent with my desires, is nothing short of a sexual wish-come-true for me.

To be on all fours, and to have my hair pulled and my head yanked back, all while she's humping me from behind, knowing her muscular ass and powerful hips are driving her spike into me becomes like lightning going off within me; the longer and stronger her efforts, the weaker and more vulnerable I (want) to feel -- I'm all hers! Again, all best when everything is loving and respectful.

I'd also add that, while in the throes of getting fucked by a woman, witnessing her self-realization of becoming the alpha, and loving it, is simply wondrous to behold. It can also serve to build a unique bond with one another, and a bond that I think is about as strong as any other, if not stronger.

A pleasurable strapon experience is what I consider to be a sexual pinnacle within my world. A psychologically dynamic and wonderfully physical sexual adventure,

I love to receive dick from females, be they lovely, self assured young women or older and still sexy -- basicall any woman who can get into fucking me and eventually owning me, is essentially one of my personal ideals and ambitions towards a fulfilling relationship.

Looking back to when I was a younger boy, I frequently experimented with myself anally. I remember reading materials about the human prostate and about the (sensual) massaging thereof. I was intrigued by this, almost scientifically, and explored myself fully, often inserting household vegetables into my rectum for the pleasure of doing it while jerking off and climaxing, feeling my orgasms from both the inside and out!

One very special girlfriend of mine (I was 19, she was 23) turned out to be really, really wild and she was somehow enlightened far beyond her true age.

As we grew to know each other and share our inner secrets, we developed a reversal in our relationship. Over some time, she thoroughly loved to do me w/ a strapon and she was into it perhaps as much as I was!

It started when we went to adult stores together, seeking to purchase nice quality cocks and leather holsters from various sex shops around our area. Simply by going out and buying toys served as an absolute turn-on for us, as people in the store would take notice, including the clerks of course, and it felt really creepy and weird but sexually exciting at the same time. The night we bought our 1st strap-on, I never came so hard...well...actually, maybe...

Undoubted, some of the hottest experiences of my life were with that particular girlfriend (yes, you, Katherine! if ever you read this, you'll now know for sure!)

Anyhow, as she and I became more comfortable in our relationship, we confided in one another of our sexual fantasies for same sex partners. I told her my fantasy of what male buddy I had a secret crush on. She was so impressed and totally wanted to watch me having having sex with them.

Through the course of her fucking me, it eventually got to the point where she would make me talk to her as if I were being butt-fucked by any one of my friends. She would make me tell them (her) how to fuck me and make me call them by their names while getting plowed.

She would use 3-4 different sized dildos on me and train me to remember which friend was which whenever she was geared up with them. She had a crush on a few of my friends and I think she wanted to see them fucking me.

She would tease me while she fucked me: "You want me to tell all your friends about this, huh?" She would act unsurprised when I told he yes, or threaten to out me to them whenever I said please no!

She always wanted to hear who I fantasized about. Sometimes, she would choose which person she'd enjoy to watch humping me.

When I philosophize, I consider these early, youthful experiences are what helped to propel me further across the line between straight and bi/homosexual. While women were always mostly my thing, I increasingly began to enjoy gay porn more and more, but always femdom porn, too, especially the gay conversion stuff.

Another girlfriend who now pegs me is also incredible. She's athletic and worked out all of her life. She has a hard set of well defined abs, a thin waist but a tremendously powerful core, and has a truly beautiful, suckable ass. Forgive me for saying so but she (Cheryl) is a wonderfully structured and sexually appealing woman, bearing all the gifts from God. She's also an insanely intelligent and intuitive person. She and I bonded quickly and will forever be in love.

Over time, we acquired two white dildos, a long brown one, and one painful black 8" strapon, which is also super thick. Incidentally, I began to prefer being finished off by her with that black one nowadays...

Since some of my fantasies include being group fucked or overcome by a bunch of guys, or some of my friends, she'll swap out cocks in order to "gangbang" me totally!
Anyways, if my friends only ever knew!

Another gf I had would get into strapons, but not to that same level as she was a bit more reserved. She actually loved making me suck on her cock more so than anything. I never preferred this (as I wanted real over synthetic, which wasn't very pleasing to taste or suck on), but I did come really hard once while she held my head and fucked me in my mouth for like 10 minutes as I knelt down and jerked off and just allowed her to do it to me. I could tell by her breathing and also by the way her legs used to quiver and shake that she loved face-fuking me.She would tell me to "suck it", over and over again, and then order me to cum at her feet with her dick in my mouth.

I think, in some respects, these women were maybe even more keen and understanding of my own sexuality than even I was.

Also, men and very young men (twinks) are a huge turn on, and I have had sex with some of each.
I like to be fucked by men my own age, but really like owning younger guys.

My 1st Gay Encounter:

Was at the beach... or really, while about to leave.

Before leaving, I used the beach bathroom/changing/shower area, I was at a urinal and noticed a younger kid (late teens) looking over at me. I looked back just because I felt him staring, but he immediately looked away.

He appeared like a traditional American college kid in most respects; naive, a bit athletic, tall, and with a nice head of hair and haircut. Overall, he was very good looking except for some moderate facial acne.

He walked away but I kept thinking it was as though he had been checking me out. As I was leaving the bath area, I saw him enter into a far stall of the changing area. He didn't see me and seemed oblivious.

I departed but kept on thinking of what had just occurred. I was eventually at the parking lot, but then, I doubled back.

At the stalls, I saw what I figured were his feet. I quietly entered into the adjoining stall. Within a few casual moments, I carefully stood on the bench and peered over the partition separating us. There he was, jerking himself off!

I took the chance and I left my stall and then softly knocked on his door. I could hear him tucking himself in but he flipped the latch and opened the door and looked out at me. Smiling, I asked if he wanted any help in there. He shook his head, offering mock confusion, but I held his gaze. I assured him it was cool and I was no threat, but still he refused. I then almost pleaded, and told him that it took everything I had to even ask, and that I would love to do it, also sorta letting him know that I was aware he was checking out cocks and jerking off privately.

I must have said the right things because he opened the door and invited me in, almost enthusiastically and with boyish giddiness. He pulled down his shorts and I instantly dropped to my knees and started to suck on his dripping penis head, which tasted so damn divine! I cupped his nicely toned ass checks and sucked him deep into me for perhaps just over a minute. He whispered he was going to come but pulled me from the ground, stood me up, turned me around and began pushing his cock head against my ass crack. He didn't care, he wanted to fuck me and was attempting to.

Even though I wasn't prepared or ready, I wanted it and was willing to allow him to try, even if not at my most hygienic.

We spit on our hands and lubed ourselves up and he started to pushed me against the wall. There was no room to really bend over 90 degrees, so I just pulled my cheeks apart, allowing him access to where no person had yet gone before. He was about 7 inches, but only managed to get it 1/2 way inside of me before he pulled it out and started to jerk off onto my ass - he was cumming! I turned and knelt back down and slurped and sucked and swallowed his load. I thought it was so sinfully delicious; so wrong but so right.

We looked at one another and embraced each other for a bit. It was so nice. We talked a short while and I admitted he was my 1st while he mentioned the same. We were delighted, sneaking out of the stall one-by-one, but then walking our separate ways, out into the crowd of people. Before departing, I learned he was from out of state, there on vacation with family and friends and not likely to be around ever again after that weekend.
We eventually parted ways, thanking one another and mutually grateful for the experience.

In retrospect, I was still horny and should have jerked off with him. I also wished I took a chance and explored his body some more, taking the time to smell and maybe taste his beautiful ass and butthole, but it was dicey, as there were two people in a single changing room and anyone walking by and thinking twice could have figured us out.

Even still, for me, cumming at that time didn't matter, as I was just too elated, not only by what just occurred, but also by the spontaneity of how it all transpired -- so harmoniously. In yet another way, I was satisfied to have crossed over to being an actual person who could conduct himself homosexually; it confirmed for me, the notion that I could be intimate with another male. I felt instantly and forever changed, and for the better of my psyche, which had been so longing for such a connection as that.

The very odd thing, as I was driving out of the parking area, passing the main pavilion, I saw the very same college kid I was just with not 5 minutes prior!
Only then, he was with someone who appeared to be his father, but who seemed enraged and scanning all around, even the parking area.

The college kid was flush faced and looked as if to be in trouble but trying to remain indifferent. I could only guess, but I though that it was as if his dad may have seen us exchange an oddly and all-too-friendly goodby while leaving the bath area together...

I wasn't noticed by any other them, but I wasn't sticking around either. Shit, I thought, maybe the kid was actually just a high school senior or something, somewhat younger than I originally surmised. Even though he was taller than his dad, he did suddenly appear even more boyish than ever before; less like a man and more like a schoolboy, sheepish and in some distress for being caught at something naughty and with another (older) man!

I'll admit, I have since fantasize about it being the case where I sucked off a (legal aged) high school kid, naive and unfledged, rather than a fine young man in college.

Needless to say I didn't stick around for any clarification, but my memory of that entire day is still so vivid...

Since, I've had may encounters with men, of all adult age spectrums, and I have to say, i love it immensely.

Also, this happened once: I was butt-fucked by a dude while I was wearing panties.
When I went to his house to have sex with him, he was surprised I was wearing them but was down for it just the same.

I'll have to say, he totally fucked me harder than ever before, and I swear I could feel him burst forth inside of me on that occasion. I'm fixing to try even more of this and perhaps undertake some cross dressing while with a man. This is a whole new realm that I've only dabbled in but am anxious to embrace.

Another goal of mine is to have a three-way with a married, bi-curious couple. Or, at least a very close couple.

Well, that's little about me. Thanks for listening and please, please feel free to tribute me in my panties, if so inclined... it would so turn me on seeing someone cum across my butt!