up that I wanted him to do me and I bent over in front of him. He didn't even respond or anything, he just did as I asked and stuck it in me and began fucking me. His hands gripped my hips tightly and I was staring down at the tile floor, enjoying how it felt as he slid his slick penis in and out of my tight butt.

"Ohhh this is wonderful," he moaned as he began to pump me a little faster.

"Oh yeah it is," I said in a raspy voice.

We did it for a good 10 minutes. or so before he informed me that he was about to cum and I said it was ok, to go inside me and with one final, hard thrust as deep as it would go in, he did. When we got back in the car to head home, he suggested that we go to his house instead of him dropping me off at mine and that we should raid his mom's liquor cabinet and fuck all day, which was fine by me. My friend was pressing me for more of the story so I decided to wrap it up by telling him that on that day my preferences changed in two ways. The first was when after we'd downed a pint of vodka between us, we went into his bedroom and we did it again, but this time on the bed doggy style. The second was when after two more drinks I agreed to go into his sisters room, who had moved off to college, and we raided her panty drawer and I spent the rest of the day/night wearing a pair of her silk pink panties. He and I had sex countless times after that and each time I wore panties for him.

By this time, my friend and I had downed a half a bottle of Crown and the sexiness of the stories was getting to him, and he informed me that he had to get off before he exploded. I told him to hold off because I was almost done with my stories. So then I told him about how I started to strictly like sex only with the man on top of me. It started when an old friend confessed his bisexuality to me one starry summer night, while we were sitting drinking beer on the tailgate of his Tahoe, on this old logging trail up in the woods. He said that he needed to tell me something and then he just blurted it out. I was silent at first, because he was the last person I would have EVER thought would be gay or bi.

After a few moments of awkward silence, he asked me if it freaked me out, and I don't know if it was the booze or the relief that someone that close to me shared my preferences, but I just busted out laughing and shook my head no. He looked at me funny and asked if I was sure and I patted him on the leg and said, "look bro, I am cool with it, in fact, I am bi too."

He looked at me even more funny this time and said, "what?"

I was still chuckling and said, "yeah man, I've sucked cock, been fucked so many times I've lost count by now and to top it off, I'm wearing a baby blue thong under these shorts right now," and then