Bisexual Fiction: Triple Workout (Part 1)

By: Unknown Author & Ryan Michaels

I punched in my security access code at the door to the company gym and pulled the handle as the buzzer signaled the ok to enter.

The gym had been open for a year now, and I started using it regularly about six months ago to try to reduce the stress levels induced by a fast-paced Information Systems career. I had made it a priority to get down there three days a week, and I was really feeling the benefits of a good hard workout at the end of a long - and usually hectic - day.

It was about 6:30 pm and I could hear the music pounding from the big blaster in the corner of the room. I looked around to see who else was there and saw one other guy already on the Stairmaster working up a sweat.

He looked up and gave a nod hello as I headed for a warm-up on the bike. I nodded back and set the timer on the bike for five minutes. Josh Somebody-or-another was his name, I recalled. We had chatted amicably on the few occasions where we had seen one another here in the evening. Most of the employees who used the gym used it in the mornings before work, but he, like me, seemed to prefer to use the stress of the day to keep the ‘edge’ on his workout.

He had brought a great mixtape with him, and I found myself enjoying the music as I relaxed into a rhythm on the bike. The five minutes passed quickly, and I walked over in front of the wall-to-wall mirrors for a nice languid stretch.

Josh had finished his time on the Stairmaster and walked over to the mat area where I was now standing, stretching my quads.

"Ethan, right?" he commented pulling up beside me.

"Yup, and you’re Josh?" I commented.

"Yes. Ready for a good session?" he asked assuming a similar pose with his leg distended behind him.

"Yeah, shitty day today," I lamented. "Lots of crap happening on the system."

"I know! I was bounced on and off the network today for the whole morning," he laughed. "Geez, you guys in I.S. sure make it hard for a guy to stay connected to the internet! How the hell do you expect us guys in the plant to search for porn when you keep bouncing us off?" he joked.

I chuckled at his comment and looked out the corner of my eye as he bent over to touch his toes. "Hmm… nice body. Nice arms. Nice pecs. Hard ass. Strong legs."

Where the hell did THAT come from? I thought. Oh well - I’ve always admired the human form and this guy was a good sample of how I wanted to look by the end of the year.

"Hey! I’d like to use some free weights today instead of the Universal. Seeing as how you’re here, would you spot for me?" he asked as he headed for the rack.

"Sure. No problem."

We took turns spotting and encouraging one another and bantered back and forth a little as we did our thing. We increased the weights each round, and we had both worked up a decent sweat within the half-hour. We then moved on to some dumbbell routines and decided to finish up on the treadmill.

As we got the treadmills going, he reached up and pulled his t-shirt up to wipe his very sweaty face. I couldn’t help but notice a very nicely detailed set of abs, and a totally smooth chest. I set the timer for twenty minutes and got into a good trot. Once again, we chatted about the company, our offices, and careers - the usual idle chat that you get into while you’re jogging on a mechanical device at the office gym.

The timer on the tortuous machine dinged and I staggered off to the mats to stretch out once more before hitting the showers and heading home. Josh pulled up beside me – sopping wet now - and proceeded to do the same. We laughed about the sweat we were dripping all over the mats.

"Wow, you’re a slave driver! My wife is usually the only one who can get me this hot and wet." Then he laughed as he looked over at the locked door and said, "With the two of us in here panting and grunting and groaning, if anyone passed by the door, they'd probably think we were getting it on in here."

The thought of what he was saying had an immediate effect on my crotch, as I chuckled and said, "Yeah, it certainly did sound like it," and then began concentrating my efforts on trying to put my overactive imagination into check when I noticed in the mirror that the front of his shorts had a bit of a tent there as well. I quickly stole another glance, and when I looked up, he was also looking at my reflection in the mirror. Our eyes met for an electric moment, and then we both glanced away.

"Well, I’m hitting the showers," he said as he straightened up.  

"Yeah, me too," I said, and followed him out the door to the shower area.

All Male Fiction: A Dirty Jockstrap and a Dirty Fuck

By: Unknown Author & Ryan Michaels

"Suck my dick, Shawn!"

"Why don't you kiss my ass, Billy!"

It had always been that way between Billy and me, goading one another on with sexual taunts. There was always a slightly dirty edge to our bantering - on my part at least. I really would've liked for him to kiss my ass, though not in the pejorative way I said it. And as for wanting to suck his dick...

Billy's parents had moved to the neighborhood when we were both in Junior high. We rode the bus together and quickly became friends. Billy had a swaggering, out-going personality that complimented his staggeringly gorgeous looks.

Billy's hair was the blackest I ever saw, and his eyes were dark and brooding, with a stabbing quality, self-assured.

On the afternoon of the mock insults I just quoted, his parents had gone to the cottage for the weekend and we were alone in his house. The verbal exchange was brought about by an argument over who was the better football team, the New York Giants or the New York Jets. We were also kind of buzzed on beer, which fuelled the insults further.

We weren't old enough to drink, but Billy's dad let him have beer, and we had already downed three each and there was no more left. Billy said that his friend's older brother would buy some for us, and he offered to go over and ask and go with the older brother to get us another six-pack.

After Billy left, I went over and looked at the family pictures that were scattered around his living room. In one photo of him, he was in his football uniform, and it had me drooling in seconds. Though I knew that basket showing at his crotch was mostly all cup, it still bulged enticingly. And his jersey didn't quite cover his flat belly, where I could see the deep V of his groin begin.

I knew he'd be gone at least twenty minutes since we lived pretty far out in the suburbs, so I went up to Billy's bedroom to see if I could find his cup. His room had a good man-smell to it, some sort of musky cologne and a faint odor of sweat. It felt erotic to be in the place where my sexy best friend slept, no doubt jacked off, and stood naked, perhaps admiring himself in that full-length mirror on the wall.

I went to Billy's dresser and opened one of the top two drawers. Seeing his white Calvin's folded and piled so neatly did nothing to get my mind off the subject. Opening the drawer next to it, about a dozen jockstraps were strewn inside, but no cups. I grabbed one of his jocks and put the pouch over my face and deeply inhaled. But, unfortunately, they smelled clean and freshly laundered.

But that gave me an idea…

I opened the closet, and, sure enough, there were Billy's dirty clothes. I found a few piss stains on one of his dirty pair of underwear and what looked like cum on one of his jockstraps. The aroma of man-sweat was intoxicating.

I had been aware of my jock fetish for some time now, ever since I first discovered their existence and had bought my first one. Standing there fondling and caressing the stud's underwear and jocks got me hotter than hell. I decided I had to have a quick jack-off session. It was risky, but I figured I'd have plenty of time to do it before Billy returned.

So, I stood in front of the full-length mirror and opened my shirt, shoved my jeans and underwear to my ankles, and grasped my soft but stiffening cock. I pre-cum a lot when I get horny, and right then the clear stuff was oozing out of my dick like a dripping faucet. I smeared the juicy liquid all over my cockhead. Then I held the cum-stained jock to my nose and inhaled deeply, smelling the masculine odor that remained.

As I breathed heavily through the thin material, I got one of the most intense hard-ons I had ever experienced. I got hard-ons all the time, nothing unusual about that for a guy my age, but this was like an explosion of blood to my crotch, an immediate and intensely gratifying sensation as my dick throbbed in my fist.

I bowed my legs a little and rubbed the entrancing jock up under my balls, and up and down the length of my stiffened dick. I sheathed my rod in the soft, white fabric of the pouch and stroked my meat through it. Then I kicked off my shoes, shucked my clothes completely, and put Billy's jock on. My balls nestled into the dirty pouch where his had been, my cock so hard it jutted out the elastic waistband.

I pushed the pouch of Billy's jock to just below my balls, and the pressure from the elastic drove my package up against my heaving stomach. I stood sideways to the mirror, punched out my hips, and pumped my meat in slow strokes, watching myself beat off.

I jacked my cock like a sex-starved maniac and very quickly felt the ecstatic tremors of a powerful orgasm cresting. I punched my hips out even farther and pumped even harder on my meat. As I gasped hoarsely, cum started streaming out of my cock in ropy strands, arching and spurting in thick, milky gushes. Throwing back my head, I squeezed my eyes shut and groaned so loudly that the neighbors must have heard me.

"Feel good, Shawn?!" I heard Billy exclaim, followed by a giggle.

All Male True Experience: Sucking My First Cock

By: Sean R.

Several months ago, I had an experience I will never forget. It started as a normal day, however, things would deviate from the norm after I had finished work and made my way to the gym.

I had plans to play racquetball with my usual partner at 7:30 pm. He wasn't there yet, so I went to the locker room to change. I love locker rooms; being able to catch glimpses of all those hanging, swinging cocks. This locker room was a very nice, large one with plenty of mirrors.

Just the sight and smell of a locker room could get me feeling horny, and this time was no different; my dick was semi-hard by the time I took down my pants and underwear. I was just contemplating giving it a couple of tugs when I heard some voices, and then two guys, older businessmen types in suits, came around the corner and went to lockers a few doors down from mine.

I quickly pulled on my jock to cover my semi, then got the rest of my gym clothes on and headed off for the juice bar to wait for my friend.

After arriving at the juice bar and taking a seat, the woman behind the counter asked if I was Sean. I told her that I was, and she then passed along a phone message to me saying that my friend had called and would be unable to make it.

I thanked her, sounding rather disappointed, and asked if she knew of anyone else who was perhaps looking for a racquetball partner. She didn't but said if I was planning to stay, she would let people know that I was looking. I thanked her again, bought a drink, and sat at the juice bar for a bit.

It was now 8:30, and so far, no one had been available or interested in playing a game of racquetball with me. I decided I had wasted enough time and didn't want to just leave and go home, so I decided to head to the court, open a can of balls and get some practice time in.

I batted those balls over and over and had long since worked up a sweat. I decided to step out and get some water and check the time. I was surprised to find that it was after 9:30. I was so preoccupied I didn't realize that I had been batting balls for a little over an hour; it certainly hadn't felt like that much time had gone by.

I looked around and there was no one else around now. It didn't matter anyway, though; it wasn't like I was going to get a game in before the club closed. However, I decided I'd get in a few more practice shots before calling it quits; I was plenty steamed from being stood up and having had no luck in finding a partner and had decided this was the best way to burn it off.

As I approached the court, I saw through the windows that someone else was now in there, swatting their balls. I sort of recognized him; he was a regular at the gym, but not the courts. He was about 6'2", which is about my height, and had dark hair, green eyes, and being shirtless, I could see that he was in really great shape, too.

I tapped the window before entering, to get his attention; if you just walk in when someone doesn't see you, they will turn and the ball is likely to come back and hit either you or them.

He moved over and let the ball fly past him and I stepped into the room. "Hi, you must be Sean," he said.

"Uh, yeah. How do you know my name?" I asked him.

"Oh, Melissa told me there was a guy named Sean in court 7 looking for a partner."

"Melissa?"

"The girl at the juice bar."

"Ah," I nodded.

"I'm Josh," he said extending his hand. "So, you wanna get a game or two in?"

I told him I'd love to as I shook his hand, but pointed out that the place would be closing soon and we didn't have enough time to do so.

He then told me that Melissa was his girlfriend and was going to be there until 11:00 or so, locking up and stuff and that we could stay until she was ready to leave. After explaining that, I agreed to a game and we started playing.

We played to 15 at first and it was a great game. I just barely won and I was completely out of breath, and very thirsty. I went out to get another drink of water from the fountain and noticed that most of the lights were now off. I looked at the clock and it said 10:30. I figured Melissa was almost ready to leave, a little earlier than her boyfriend had anticipated, and that we would have to leave now, too.

However, after telling Josh this, he explained that most of the lights in the main gym area got turned off after hours and that his girlfriend had left our light on so we could play a little longer.

Game two started the same, and we were in the middle of the point when the lights went out, and being in the middle of a dive for the ball at the time, Josh slammed into me in the dark. We both went crashing to the floor. He was on top of me and his sweaty arms and legs were all over me. I could also feel a soft cock quickly stiffening and pushing into my stomach. This was the strangest thing I had ever felt.

I didn't want to seem awkward or pushy so I asked him if he was alright. He said he was fine, and that he was sorry. He rolled off me and I could hear him breathing next to me. He said he guessed that was his girlfriend's way of saying that she wouldn't be much longer and that it was time for us to call it a night, and go and get showered and changed. I told him that I agreed and that my fiancé would be wondering where I was.

We both got up and felt our way toward the door, and with the small amount of light shining through the windows from outside of the racquetball court, I could see his shorts being pushed forward by a hard-on. I tried not to make it look like I noticed, but this turned me on a lot.

As we entered the locker room, we each went to our locker areas and undressed. Towel wrapped around my waist, I headed to the showers. Josh was just stepping in as I arrived and had his back to me. I took the shower across from him and took in his naked body from behind as he began to wet himself down.

He turned and I quickly averted my eyes. His cock appeared to be semi-erect and I noticed him taking in my nakedness as well. His cock began to rise even more and he turned away from me to hide his erection. I decided that an opportunity like this would not present itself again.

"Hey, great game," I started.

"Yeah," he agreed.

"I had a great time," I continued.

"Yeah me too," he replied, and then there was a moment of silence.

I decided to use his embarrassment against him to bring up the subject of his cock. "It's ok, happens to all of us at some point," I said.

"What does?"

"Getting a hard-on in the showers."

"Shit!" he said under his breath, realizing I had seen it. "Uh, yeah," he said with a nervous laugh, "It has a mind of its own. Just thinking about my girlfriend, you know. I'm not gay or anything, so don't worry or get nervous that it means anything."

But I knew it did mean something, I just had a feeling. Probably because he got hard when his sweat-soaked, bare-chested body landed on top of mine, and he started to get hard when he saw me naked in the showers. "I'm not worried, I'm not gay either. It happens to the best of us." I wasn't lying; I considered myself straight and simply bi-curious.

He didn't reply but I couldn't stop now and, after mustering up all my nerve, I went for it, "So, um, do you need a hand with that?" I asked.

"Uh, hand with what?"

"With that boner you can't get to go down," I chuckled.

"Uh, I told you, I'm not gay; I have a girlfriend. Um, what did you have in mind anyway?"

All Male Fiction: Roommates (Part 1)

"Secret Rendezvous"

By: Ryan Michaels

ryanxxx@hotmail.com

It had been a long week and I was glad it was finally Friday! Even better was that my boss had let everyone go home early, which was an unexpected and much appreciated bonus. I literally breathed a sigh of relief when I walked through my front door, happy that it was the weekend; not that I had any major plans, other than sleeping in and maybe going out on Saturday night and trying to get laid. Tonight, though, I just planned to relax, and I was going to start the process by taking a hot shower. Not only would it help to relieve some of the day's tension, but I really needed one, too - it was a swelteringly hot day, and being crammed on a bus that was packed like sardines had left me sweaty all over.

I went right to my room and stripped off all my clothes, putting them directly in the hamper. I hated the habit that my roommate, Mark, had of undressing in the bathroom and leaving his dirty clothes on the bathroom floor, and that is why I always took my clothes off in my bedroom before showering. I suppose I could have undressed in the bathroom and carried my clothes back to my room after, but that seemed like an extra, unnecessary step.

The fact that I had a roommate didn't hinder my practice of venturing from my bedroom to the bathroom completely naked. And, there was no way to avoid crossing his path if he was in the living room: We lived on the main floor of a house, which had been retro fitted as apartments. My bedroom was in what used to be the dining room, right off the end of the living room. Mark's bedroom was also off the living room, on the back wall in what had originally been designed as a den or office space. The large eat-in kitchen had been split in two, with one half being turned into a bathroom. So basically all rooms – kitchen, bathroom, and both bedrooms – faced the living room, and you had to pass through the living room to access them.

Mark didn't care that I would walk through naked and never gave me a second glance. In fact, I think he made a point of diverting his eyes, for which I was glad - I may not have had any issue with him seeing me naked, but I certainly didn't want him checking me out. The fact that we were both straight, and such good friends, allowed me such comfortable casualness.

I looked at the time before leaving my bedroom. It was almost 4:30. Perfect! That gave me about an hour before Mark got home - usually, he got home before me. Naked, I left my bedroom and strode across the living room to the bathroom.

Turning on the shower, I got the water nice and hot and stepped into the spray. I wet myself down and began to lather the soap on my body. When I soaped up my dick, I let my hand linger a bit and it didn't take too long before my cock responded and started to grow. I gave it a few loving strokes but then let go of it and finished washing myself. I had stopped on the way home and rented a new porno and wanted to save my load until after my shower, so I could beat off in front of the TV watching it.

And, I was really looking forward to it, too, because I always had to do it in the bathroom either at the toilet or in the shower - Mark was the type of guy who would knock and then open the door before waiting for permission to enter. He had almost walked in on me beating my meat once, but thankfully I had just started playing with myself and still had the sheet and bulky comforter over my naked body, so he hadn't seen what I was doing – but that was too close for comfort - and from that point forward I always jerked off behind the security of the locked bathroom door when he was around. Doing it sprawled naked on the couch with porn playing on the flat screen was such a rare treat. Thinking about it had my cock raging, so I quickly rinsed the soap from my body and shut off the water.

As I stepped out to dry off, I heard the front door open and bang shut and I cursed under my breath. Mark, of course, had every right to come home, but I was pissed that he had done so before he was due, because now I couldn't jerk off, at least not in the way I had planned. At that moment, I wished I had jerked off first and then taken a shower, but I had felt grimy and wanted to get the dried sweat off first… and thought I had plenty of time to do both. I still needed to get off, though, and it looked like I was going to have a date with the toilet, instead. At least the steam from the shower had quickly dissipated through the open bathroom window, so I wouldn't end up soaked in sweat all over again.

As I began to dry off I could hear my roommate talking to someone, so I put my ear to the door and listened. I would never normally do that type of thing; I respected my roommate's privacy and, quite frankly, I usually didn't give a crap about what he was saying when he had a friend over. I just wanted to find out if it was a girl or one of his buddies. If it was one of his buddies, there wouldn't be a problem walking out in just a towel. But, if it was a girl, I would have to wait. I had done that once before, and he got mad at me after, asking me to not just barge into the living room wearing only a towel and a smile if he had brought a chick home. In those situations, he asked that I wait in the bathroom until they went to his bedroom, which we both knew would be right away. While he had some of his buddies over from time to time, the only time he ever brought a girl home was to fuck her, and he always did that behind closed doors.

Even though I was straining my ear to hear, the sounds were muffled so I quietly twisted the doorknob and opened the door a bit. I could hear Mark talking softly, but I had not heard the voice of whomever he was talking to, yet. I would have to stay trapped in the bathroom and keep listening until the other person spoke, so I would know if it was ok to venture out or not.

Now if only the other person would say something, but Mark wasn't letting them get a word in. He was just rambling on and on about something, in a soothing voice, but I still couldn't hear exactly what he was saying. I was assuming he was trying to convince a nervous girl to go through with the sex he had brought her home for.

Suddenly Mark moved his position in the room, and I could now clearly see him, but not the other person. I knew I was probably right about what he was doing when I heard him say, "Have you ever done this before?"

It was at that point that I finally heard the other person speak - the first time Mark had let them speak - and it was another guy. I knew that Mark was trying to find someone to hook up his new surround sound system, so I figured that's what they had been discussing when he had asked the other guy if he had ever done it before. Since it was another guy, I was just about to make a bee-line for my bedroom when the male stranger said, "Yeah, I've given blowjobs a couple of times before."

Bisexual Fiction: David's Summer Job

By: Bi Guy & Ryan Michaels

David mopped the droplets of sweat that were dripping from his forehead and into his eyes. It was hot - the middle of July - and he was busy cleaning and scrubbing the beach snack shack at the Indian Lake Resort.

David's dad owned part interest in the place, and that's how David ended up as a gofer, clean-up person and lifeguard. The pay wasn't much, but he enjoyed meeting the vacationers, and he especially liked his lifeguard duty.

David had been a competition swimmer in high school. He liked the water, and he liked being with the guys. Sometimes he even thought he liked looking at the guys in their tight swimming trunks. He'd never fool around with a guy, at least that's what he had convinced himself, but looking wasn't a crime, was it?

Outwardly, David was your typical All-American stud, chasing girls and discovering how good sex feels when you're young and strong and always ready.

So far this summer, he'd played with more than one sweet, young girl who'd gotten turned on by David's muscular twenty-year-old body and even disposition. He'd always been attracted to girls around his age, so that's why his infatuation with Mrs. Dexter seemed unusual. Not that she was so old, but anyone over thirty seems old when you're twenty.

Mrs. Dexter - Jessica was her first name - and her husband, Michael, had been at the resort for a week. In that time, David had flirted verbally with Jessica each time he had served her at the snack stand.

David found himself daydreaming about Jessica's big tits and curvy ass. He had seen her and her tall, good-looking husband swimming and playing at the beach. She wore the tiniest bikini he'd ever seen, while Michael favored Speedos, just like the swim team. David had seen the bulge in those tiny swim briefs, and knew there was a large piece of meat inside. Too bad he couldn't see it in the shower room like he did the dudes at school. The thoughts about Michael unsettled David, but turned him on, nonetheless.

Jessica and Michael sunned themselves on the beach and commented to each other about the young lifeguard and how he seemed to enjoy watching them. Jessica told Michael about the little flirtations. Michael stared at David's sexy young body, and his cock grew hard.

Jessica teased him as she rubbed the front of his swimsuit. "David must really turn you on," she said, winking at her aroused husband.

Michael's bisexuality was no secret. In the five years they had been married, Michael had had several affairs, with Jessica's knowledge and blessing. But now it was Jessica who wanted a fling.

"He's so sweet and innocent, Michael. I want him. Will you let me have him?" she asked, almost in a kidding way.

"As long as I can watch him fuck you. He's my type, too."

Jessica's eyes widened. Michael kissed her and whispered in her ear, "Let him have you, and then let me have him."

Michael's tongue delved deeply into his wife's sweet, warm mouth and they clung together, each anticipating the hot time David could bring them. Michael's fingers pushed aside Jessica's skimpy bikini bottoms and he sensuously rubbed his aroused wife's pussy. Jessica thrust her hand inside Michael's Speedos and gently toyed with his erect penis and squeezed his large, heavy balls.

They wanted to do more, but not under David's watchful eyes. Not yet, anyway.

David watched from his lifeguard tower vantage point as the horny lovers played their erotic games. David's prick caused his swim trunks to tent up in the front, and a wet area started to emerge as his cock responded.

Michael and Jessica walked hand in hand back to their cottage, and as they passed the lifeguard station, Jessica winked at David and stroked the nipple of her left breast.

David's hand wandered to his crotch and he rubbed his bulge, nearly shooting his wad when Jessica played with her nipple. Was she hot for him, too? Why, he wondered, with a big stud like Michael to fill her needs? David then thought of Michael's dick and how good Jessica must feel as it pumps her cunt. He wasn't sure what excited him more, the thought of fucking her, or taking hold of Michael's prick and maybe sucking it; or maybe being fucked by him. The thought caused David to shiver with uneasiness.

The next day, David greeted Jessica with his usual big smile and friendly hello as she wandered near him as he was working at the snack stand. His bright blue eyes opened wide as he saw her approach in a skin-tight t-shirt and those skimpy bikini bottoms. The nipples of her ample tits protruded erotically from the thin material of the t-shirt, and David lustily thought how nice it would be to nurse them in his mouth.

"Watcha up to little boy?" Jessica asked with a wink.

"Cut out that little boy stuff!" David responded.

"Ok, ok. I can see you're more than a boy." Jessica gave his body a quick stare, lingering at his crotch.

The unsubtle glance was not lost on David.

"Maybe I need to prove to you I'm no boy," David flirted back.

Jessica extended her hand to David's face. She stroked his tanned skin and smiled. "Michael's gone to Stadium City on business today. I'm available if you are."

The proposition stunned David. He'd been dreaming about Jessica's body since she'd arrived. Now she wanted him. Or was she just flirting, teasing him? "Are you serious?" he asked.

"Very," she smiled.

David couldn't believe what was happening, and he quickly finished his chores at the snack stand and followed Jessica back to her cabin.

Of course, she had lied; Michael was gone, but not far. And he would arrive in time for the show. And maybe more.

Bisexual Fiction: Amber Alert

By: DoorX & Ryan Michaels

 

 

 

My girlfriend's name is Amber, which is kind of ironic as there is nothing cautious about her. All of her friends are well acquainted with her carefree, adventurous and often mischievous behavior and have come to use the phrase "Amber Alert" when they see her coming. These traits of hers are especially true when it comes to sex.

A prime example in that regard happened one night when she, I and a friend of mine named Drew returned to my dorm room after a party. We were all kind of drunk, and I could tell Amber was up to something. She usually gets quite mischievous when she's had a few.

"That sure was a fun party. But I don't think the fun has to end just yet," Amber giggled as she put some music on and then began to twirl around in my room.

Drew and I chuckled as we watched my girlfriend dance. Her demeanor slowly changed as she moved to the music. Her eyes smoldered at us as her lithe body undulated provocatively. She began to rub her firm tits while her slender hips bucked with the music.

Amber smiled impishly at me as she danced toward us. Her eyes locked on mine, she moved to Drew, mounted his leg and ground her crotch against it.

Drew looked at me quizzically, and I could only shrug my shoulders in reply.

Amber raised her arms over her head and arched her chest towards Drew's face, moaning softly as she rubbed against his leg. She then flashed a seductive grin at us, lifted herself off Drew and spun away.

"Ryan, what's going on here?" Drew breathed hotly as Amber began to writhe before us.

"I'm not sure, but just go with it," I replied.

Amber began to do a slow striptease for us. She looked coyly over her shoulder as she pulled her blouse off over her head and unsnapped her bra. She threw the garments back at us, the bra landing on Drew's head. She then turned around and faced us, her hands covering her tits. She raised her eyebrows and smiled playfully at us, then pulled her hands from her chest. She gave us a quick glimpse of her pert tits, then laughed and turned away again.

I could tell Amber was enjoying herself immensely. She was a bit of an exhibitionist and liked to dance for me. But stripping in front of my friend gave her an added thrill. It excited me as well. I loved Amber's body, but I also loved her spontaneous and kinky mind. I knew she was really dancing to entice Drew, and it turned me on knowing my friend was getting hot watching my girlfriend.

I didn't know how far Amber would go with this, but I was bound to find out. Her hips swayed from side to side as her erotic dance continued. Then she turned her back to us, bent over, and slowly shimmied out of her skirt. She kicked the skirt aside and, still bent over, tugged down her panties. They stuck momentarily in the wet crevice of her cunt, then slid down around her ankles. I heard Drew gasp as Amber's firm ass waved in the air at us, her swollen pussy-lips visible between her slender thighs.

Amber gave us a long look at her delectable ass, then turned and gave us a full view of her nubile body. She grinned sexily at us as we lustfully eyed her beautiful face, firm tits, slender waist, and finely-trimmed bush. She then sauntered over to Drew and sat down on his lap.

"Holy shit," Drew groaned as my girlfriend ground her bare snatch against his crotch. She took one of his fingers in her mouth and sucked on it seductively as she squirmed on his lap.

Amber gave my friend a lap dance worthy of the best Las Vegas stripper. She pulled Drew's hands to her tits as she continued to suck on his finger and buck against his crotch.

"Uh, Ryan, you don't mind Amber doing this?" Drew muttered as he instinctively thrust upwards toward Amber's grinding pussy.

"He doesn't mind," Amber cooed as she wriggled on my friend. "He loves me and will let me do anything, and do anything for me. Isn't that right, Ryan?"

I nodded my head. I really was pussy-whipped. Amber was the dominant one when it came to sex. She'd have me do some kinky and wild things, and I enjoyed submitting to her domineering wishes. She once tied me up, tormenting me by sucking my cock for almost an hour but not letting me cum. But when I did, it was amazing. I'd eat her pussy upon command, no matter where we were. One time she told me to eat her out in front of her roommate. Afterwards she had me masturbate in front of them. I was powerless to deny Amber anything, and we each got off on the dominating relationship.

I did feel kind of jealous seeing Amber bounce suggestively on my friend, but I was also enjoying it, and, more importantly, Amber was enjoying it. She wanted Drew and knew that I would not try to stop her.

"Mmm, I can feel your cock all big and hard against my pussy," Amber purred. She then reached down and began to unbuckle Drew's pants. "Let's see if your cock really is as big as the girls say."

We both gasped when Drew's cock sprang out. I had seen his cock in the dorm showers before, and it seemed pretty big soft, around six inches. But now that it was hard, I was amazed at how enormous it was. His cock must have been ten inches long and as thick as my wrist.

"Oh wow," Amber breathed excitedly. "Look at how huge his cock is, Ryan! Take yours out so I can compare."

I reluctantly undid my pants and pulled out my cock. It was already hard from watching Amber. Drew's huge piece of meat overshadowed my average-sized penis, making it look so much smaller than it actually was.

Like a girl in a candy store, Amber played with both of our cocks. "Ryan, you know I've always enjoyed your cock, but look at how much bigger Drew's is. I can barely fit my fingers around it," she said giddily as she tugged my hard dick and gave long strokes to Drew's much longer shaft. Then she took her hand off my dick and placed it beside her other on Drew's cock. "Look, Ryan, it's so big that even both of my hands don't cover the entire shaft!"

All I could do was stand there and watch as my girlfriend ignored my average member and obsessed over Drew's enormous tool. Again, I was jealous, but also very aroused.

"I need to taste your cock," Amber said to Drew. "Then I want to feel this huge pole up my cunt."

Drew looked at me and said, "Ryan, I won't do this if you don't want me to."

"He wants you to," Amber interjected. "He likes me to enjoy myself. Ryan, you know you'd love to watch this monster disappear up my cunt."

I looked at my girlfriend's hands pumping Drew's massive erection and nodded, then vocalized my answer. "Yeah, I would."

"You sure?" Drew asked me.

"He's sure," Amber giggled. "And while I'm sucking your cock he's going to eat my pussy and get it all ready for you to fuck me, right Ryan?" she said flatly.

"Right," I said.

Amber giggled again and then said, "I want you both naked. Stand up and strip for me."

As Drew and I got up and began to undress next to each other, Amber sat back on the couch with her legs spread and played with her pussy as she watched us removing our clothes.

When we were both naked, she directed Drew to step up onto the couch and stand next to her, and directed me to get down on my knees between her legs. She then gripped his raging hard-on, licked her lips at the prospect of sucking the big cock and said, "Let's see how much of this I can fit in my mouth."

As she guided Drew's enormous prick toward her face her eyes closed in rapture, and I watched as she spread her lips around his bloated knob and lowered her mouth. Her lips were stretched in a wide "O" as she accepted barely a third of his massive tool, and then she reached out and put her hand on my head, pushing it down towards her pussy.

Drew moaned as my girlfriend slurped noisily on his prick, and I glanced up to take a look, seeing my girlfriend's mouth clamped around Drew's fat stalk, his huge cock bulging from her wide-spread mouth, her head bobbing as far up and down as she could.

My eyes became transfixed at the sight as I continued to lick her pussy. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked wetly on his fat, veiny shaft. Her tongue swirled around the bulbous head of his penis, lapping at the oozing pre-cum, then flickered down his meaty shaft. She pressed her mouth to the underside of his bloated pole and sucked. Her lips then flitted further down his elongated member to his enormous balls.

"Drew, your balls are absolutely huge. I bet you cum a lot," Amber chirped as she lashed his golf-ball sized orbs with her tongue.

"If you keep that up, you'll find out soon enough," Drew groaned.

"Oh, I'd love to gulp down your cum. But I need your big cock inside me," Amber panted.

She gave his gleaming shaft one last lick, then got off the couch and down onto the floor on all fours, leaving me on my knees with Drew's suddenly abandoned, wet cock right in my line of sight.

"Fuck me like I've only dreamed about, you stud."

Drew looked at me once again for approval.

"Go ahead, Drew. Give it to her," I said.

"Yes, give it to me. Give it to me good," Amber rasped hotly, raising her ass in invitation.

 
Drew stepped down from the couch, his mammoth cock wobbling obscenely between his legs, and I stood up and moved to watch as he got behind my lust-crazed girlfriend and mounted her.

Standing beside her, I slowly started to stroke my own throbbing dick as I watched Drew grab his cock and rub the head of it up and down Amber's slit. Then I let go of my dick and reached out and spread her ass next to her cunt. Drew pushed forward and I watched the head of his dick slip inside my girlfriend's pussy. Both he and she moaned.

Drew started to insert his cock slowly and Amber turned her head and smiled at me as my friend's cock penetrated her. I returned my hand to my dick and watched as inch after inch of Drew's long cock started to disappear up her pussy. Then the look on her face changed and I could tell from Amber's pained expression that he was doing some stretching of her tiny cunt. But her grimace soon turned to a mask of perverse pleasure as Drew filled her tight pussy to the root with his horse-meat.

"God, it's so big!" Amber moaned as she skewered herself on Drew's immense cock.

I began to stroke my dick a little faster, just from hearing her say that, oddly turned on in knowing that my friend's cock was deeper than mine could ever go and was stretching her wider than my dick had ever stretched her.

Drew obviously loved her snug, wet pussy, and Amber seemed delirious with passion from his humongous spike. Her breath came in halting gasps and she mewled nonstop as Drew pounded into her. His heavy balls slapped against her splayed slit and his pelvis smacked her upturned ass cheeks as he crammed her full again and again with his oversized dick. And Amber bucked back mindlessly against him, desperate to have his giant prick buried deep inside her.

"Ryan, come over in front of me so I can suck your dick while your friend fucks me," Amber said.

I didn't need to be told twice, and I quickly scampered in front of Amber and guided my erection toward her opened mouth and fed her my steely rod. She immediately began to bob on my hard offering, while I placed my hand on her head and looked over her body and watched Drew's cock thrust in and out of her juicy cunt as she sucked me.

I had never seen Amber so turned on before. She moaned and writhed with delight as her mouth and cunt were fucked by me and my friend. She was acting like a woman possessed, moaning and slurping and gyrating wildly. She had told me of her fantasies about getting gangbanged, but this was the first time she was with more than one guy at once. And Drew's cock was much bigger than she had ever had inside her tight little hole before.

Amber rocked back and forth between us, captured like a pig on a stick on our two hard prongs. Each time Drew pumped his over-sized pole into her squishy pussy, she was thrown forward onto my throbbing cock, her mouth sliding down my shaft. She would then buck back against Drew and resume the perpetual fucking motion. There was only so long I could contain my passion, but I could tell that both Amber and Drew were as excited as me.

"Ryan, I've never fucked a pussy so tight or a girl so hot," Drew groaned as he held onto my girlfriend's slender hips and thrust his extra-large penis hard and deep into her willing cunt as he watched her head bobbing on my cock. "I don't think I can hold out much longer!"

"I'm about there, too, Drew. Cum inside her," I panted as I pumped my own pulsating organ between her suckling lips.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah!"

"Shit! I'm gonna cum!" Drew groaned and then he fucked into Amber hard a few times, and then withdrew his cock until just the head remained inside her and he grunted and trembled slightly as he came in her cunt. "Uh! Uh! Uh! Oh! Ah! Ah! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Mmm!" Amber squealed. Her mouth slid off my cock and she shrieked, "Oh, I can feel it! Your load going in my cunt is making me cum! I'm cumming! Cumming soooo gooood!"

Her moans were then silenced as I stuffed my aching cock back into her mouth and erupted. My balls contracted and I spewed jet after jet of creamy sperm all over her tongue. Amber sucked and gulped down my copious torrent of semen while her body continued to writhe in the throes of her orgasm. When I finally stopped shooting, I had to pry my sated cock from her mouth.

Amber flipped herself over onto her ass and sat dazed on the floor for a moment, Drew's cum-load oozing out of her, filling her slit. She licked a sticky white strand of my cum from her lips, smiled at us radiantly and purred, "That sure was fun. My pussy is sore as hell, but I'm glad I was able to sample your giant cock, Drew."

"Me, too," Drew replied, his large, wet prick starting to droop to half-mast.

"You liked seeing me get fucked by your friend's big cock, too, didn't you?" she smiled up at me.

"Yeah, for sure, so long as you continue to like my dick."

Amber toyed with my limp meat and cooed, "Oh, I will. But there is still something else I want Drew to do for me."

"What's that?" Drew asked.

Amber spread her legs a bit more, looked up at Drew smiling and said, "I want you to lick my pussy."

Drew's face dropped and he pointed at her cunt, "But I just… came in you!"

"I know, and now I want you to clean it up for me," she cooed. "C'mon, you can't tell me you've never tasted your own cum."

Drew blushed and we both knew that he had.

"C'mon, clean my pussy, please."

"I dunno."

"Ryan does it all the time and he loves it," Amber volunteered.

Drew looked at me like he couldn't believe it, but at the same time his cock began to rise back to full attention.

"Once you do it, it's actually kind of hot," I said, not feeling the least bit embarrassed that Amber had revealed the fact that I liked to eat my own cum to my friend.

Drew looked from me to Amber's spread, cum-filled pussy. "Well… ok, I guess I could try it," he said and then slowly got down on his knees between Amber's legs.

Lying down on his stomach he moved his head to her pussy and then tentatively stuck out his tongue. He let the tip lightly flick over the surface of his load and then pulled his head back slightly, tasted it, looked at her cunt and then leaned his head in and flicked his tongue again. This time, though, he kept flicking his tongue, eating his own cum, until he was licking her clean.

My own dick started to rise watching my buddy eat his own cum from my girlfriend's snatch, and when he had finished and kept eating her pussy, hungrily, I was rock hard right away.

When he finally pulled his head out her lap, Amber looked over at me and said, "And now there's something I'd like you to do for me."

"Oh?" I asked curiously. I thought our lusty game was over for now, but again I underestimated Amber's kinkiness.

Amber smiled impishly at me and said, "I'd like you to experience what I did. I want to see you suck Drew's cock."

I looked at Drew's cock, which was dwindling again, and then looked at her uncertainly. As I said, since Amber and I have been together, she's managed to open me up to her kinky ways. But tying me up, eating her out and masturbating in front of her friend was only just the start of things to come. Since then she'd had me suck her cock-shaped dildo, and she'd even convinced me to let her insert it in my ass.

She'd managed to convince me by telling me all about the "A-spot," a place in a man's ass (his prostate) that would give him an intense orgasm like women have when a man manages to find their G-spot. It still took some convincing but eventually I let her try it and, although it had hurt the first time going in, it soon turned into this amazing feeling, and I did have the most amazing, intense orgasm of my life.

After that I was more easily convinced to try it again, and next time she used her vibrator in my ass. Wow that felt great! Every once in a while she'd use her dildo or vibrator on me when we had sex, and then she bought a strap-on. That gets brought out a couple of times a month and I do find it quite enjoyable, but there's a big difference between using dildos in our sex play together and playing with an actual cock.

 
"What?!" Drew gasped in response to her request. "But he's my friend."

It immediately struck me as odd that his first reaction was that I was his friend, not that she was asking him to let another guy suck his cock. And, for me, the more I thought about what she wanted me to do, the more I was coming around to wanting to try it.

"Well, who better than a friend to suck your cock," Amber grinned at him. "How about it, Drew. Will you do it, for me?"

Drew looked at her and then he looked at me. I knew he ordinarily wouldn't go along with something like this, but like the two of us, he was under the influence of alcohol and, like me, seemed to be under Amber's spell, willing to do anything she wanted.

When his eyes traveled down to my cock, and he said, "I don't know. I'm not sure that I can cum again so soon," and his own cock started to rise again, I could tell that he was wavering on the edge of saying yes. He'd just need a little more convincing, and Amber was great at convincing guys to do things they might not normally ever consider doing.

Amber reached out and stroked his long cock and chirped, "I bet a stud like you can do it four times a night. Besides, even if you can't cum again, you can still get sucked."

"I don’t know…"

"Your cock got hard when I told Ryan what I wanted him to do," she said tugging on his stiff meat. "Just try it, and if you don't like it, I'll finish you off."

"So why don't you just blow me?"

Amber laughed. "No, I meant I'd finish you off with my hand. You'd much rather have a blowjob, though, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah!"

"Well, you can, but only from Ryan. So, what's it going to be, stud, hand job or blowjob?"

Bisexual Fiction: Tag Teaming Buddies (Part 1)

By: Unknown Author & Ryan Michaels

 

 

 

Mark and Dan were the best of friends. They first met in a Biology study group and hit it off immediately. They quickly became workout partners and that transitioned into a competition for the best girls.

They didn't play any sports - though in high school both excelled in the usual, football, basketball, and baseball – but both men were absolutely amazing in terms of their bodies, having spent at least four years competing with each other over the weights.

Mark was taller at six-foot-five, while Dan came in at six-three. They were both blessed below the waist, too. Dan had an extremely thick eight inch cock and Mark had a long nine inches. Those cocks had gained a reputation all around campus. Every girl - and even a lot of the guys (through word of mouth) - knew they were the kings. These guys were in top form. Both were complete studs and they took full advantage of it.

College gave them both the opportunity to shine, catching the eye of every girl, it seemed, on campus. Both seniors, they had battled with each other for four years, trying to out-due each other lifting, and for the attention of girls. Both were continuously fucking in their dorms, sometimes next door to each other on the same night, taking the time after to speak of their conquests.

It was the first of September, and this year was their final year of college. After that the two best friends would be separated, with Mark heading to an Investment firm in New York and Dan heading to a computer programming company out West. This was their year to capitalize on the fuck scene, to get it in on with every available girl they could before college was over.

Recently, a girl named Michelle had popped back onto their radar. She had been in their classes since freshman year, but according to gossip mongers had been in a relationship since high school. That relationship ended abruptly when Michelle caught her boyfriend cheating on her with a cheerleader. Go figure.

Once the news spread around campus Dan and Mark both took bets on who would be the one to get her in bed. Dan ended up the winner of the most crucial part of the competition - getting her out on a date. He and Michelle were to hook up after class around two o'clock for a late lunch.

When that time came, they sat and talked about the usual, and the conversation definitely began to turn sexual, when all of a sudden Mark walked up to the table.

"What's up bro?" Mark asked.

"Mark, have you met Michelle?" asked Dan.

"I have now. Pleasure to meet you Michelle. Dan been boring you with all his stories?"

"We've been having a good time, though it just got better," Michelle replied with a smile. "Want to join us?"

Mark pulled a chair up and sat down, leaving Michelle in between the two studs.

They had been talking for over an hour when Dan suggested that they head over to his and Mark's dorm, and Michelle accepted.

Once back at the dorm, Michelle took a seat in a chair and Dan offered a drink, which turned into several shots. Soon the sun started going down and the mood in the room started to get pretty hot. They were all pretty drunk when Mark started kissing on Michelle's neck.

She was extremely horny at this point and both guys knew it. They wanted her and both started to pull her shirt over her head, Dan licking on her nipples and Mark kissing her neck.

Mark moved his hand towards her jeans and slid it inside, rubbing against her panties. Michelle was getting pretty wet at this point, and when Mark slipped a finger inside her panties and let it enter her pussy Michelle moaned out in pleasure. This is what these studs had wanted for a long time, and they were going to take full advantage of the situation. They had never slept with a girl at the same time and gave each other wide grins.

Michelle quickly found Dan's cock and Dan just as quickly opened his jeans and shoved them and his underwear down. Michelle started running her hand up and down the hardening shaft. She was having trouble keeping her hand wrapped around Dan's extremely thick cock. She had no hope of getting her mouth around it, but that wasn't where she wanted it anyway.

Meanwhile, Mark had had enough of fingering her; he wanted his cock inside of her. He laid her flat on the couch and took her pants and panties off in one swift move. Dan started to suck on Michelle's nipples as Mark quickly undressed, pulling his shirt over his head and then shucking his jeans and underwear. He then just as quickly positioned himself on the couch, lining his cockhead up to her quivering pussy.

Michelle had not seen Mark's huge cock but she quickly felt every inch of it when he slid into her. "Oh my god, your cock is huge, Mark!" she yelled out.

Mark kept going, knowing he got that reaction all the time and that she would loosen up quickly; his powerful thrusts would do the trick.

Dan pulled his mouth off of Michelle's tit, grabbed his cock and climbed up onto the couch straddling her. Just like her pussy, her mouth was about to get invaded, also.

As Dan pressed his cock to her lips, Michelle opened her mouth wide to accommodate Dan's thick dick as he pushed it in. She gagged trying to take it, but Dan just kept pushing his big, fat cock into her mouth. He loved feeling her mouth wrapped around his shaft. It was driving him crazy.

It was a struggle trying to take both these big cocks inside her openings, but Michelle really didn't mind at all. She never thought she would be getting it from either of these guys, let alone at the same time, and she was in heaven.

Mark kept his pace, in and out of her now very wet pussy, edging her on, making her take all of his long dick, "You're so hot Michelle. I love seeing my cock in you! Take it all! Yeah!"

"Yeah, take all of my buddy's big cock! Take all of my big cock, too!" Dan said, shoving it in her mouth, causing Michelle to gag.

Dan pulled back and began pushing as much of his big cock as Michelle could take in and out of her mouth in sync with his buddy's thrusts.

Michelle's tight pussy had Mark getting really close already, which was a common problem for him, so he slowed down and pulled out.

As Mark stepped back, Dan pulled his dick out of Michelle's mouth and pulled her up from the couch. Dan and Mark led Michelle to Dan's bed, both stud's knowing that they were nowhere close to being done.

All Male Fiction: The Awakening (Part 2)

By: Lucas Miller & Ryan Michaels

 

 

 

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When I woke up the next morning, Jeff was gone. Jim was up already, rummaging through his suitcase. He obviously hadn't showered yet as his hair was sticking up in dry clumps and he was wearing only a pair of black boxer briefs. They clung to his body revealing a nice-sized bulge in the crotch. I stayed in bed with the covers over me to hide my morning erection.

"You want the shower first?" Jim asked when he noticed that I was awake.

Since my cock had returned to a limp state I nodded and got out of bed. I pulled some clothes from my suitcase and went into the bathroom.

To my surprise, Jim followed.

"I'm gonna shave while you shower if that's okay?"

I couldn't disagree; he was already running the water and preparing the lather. I slipped my boxers off with my back to him and jumped into the shower. The water felt nice against my body, caressing every inch of me.

"I didn't know that…" I heard Jim say from outside the shower. His voice faded, though, and I missed the end of his thought.

Poking my head out from behind the curtain, I asked what he had said. He looked at me through the reflection in the mirror as he shaved and said, "I didn't know that you were a fruit, too."

"What?"

"Fruit. Homo. Fag."

"I'm not," I replied nervously.

"Sure you are. I heard you and my brother last night. It certainly sounded like you were having fun." He gave me a grin.

I couldn't answer. I was caught. What if he told my sister? I tried to think of an excuse; some other reason that I was moaning with pleasure last night.

"It's not a big deal. I just didn't know you were gay. Your sister doesn't, I know that!"

As he shaved with one hand he scratched his balls through his underwear with the other. My cock began to grow. Was he as big as his brother?

"You're not going to tell her, are you?" I pleaded.

"Of course not, it's your life. But you should be more careful if you're worried about people finding out. Having sex with another guy while your brother-in-law is just a few feet away isn't being careful." He gave me a wink and removed the last of the shaving cream from his face. "Tell me something, though."

I was a bit more relaxed now and felt I had his confidence. "What's that?" I put my head back behind the shower curtain and continued with my shower.

"What does it feel like to have a dick up your ass?"

"I don't know," I replied. It wasn't a lie.

The shower curtain opened and he stepped inside. He was fully naked now. "Well, what do you do? Suck cock?"

All Male Fiction: Bob and the Day After (Part 3)

By: amtibbs

 

 

 

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The next day, Bob couldn't keep his mind on his job, his mind still going back to the night before, and it was almost time for the lacrosse team practice and there were still things to do to prepare the locker room. Though not really part of his job description, Bob helped the team manager and his assistants lay out the gear each player would need for the practice that day. Piles of shirts, shorts, socks and jockstraps had to be distributed to each player's locker so when they arrived they could immediately get changed and visit the trainer if necessary. There was a list that mapped locker to player and player to size, but this late into the season Bob had it committed to memory.

That day, Bob was pushing the cart filled with jockstraps and cups. As he reached each locker he'd grab the proper size jock, insert a sanitized cup and lay it neatly folded in the locker.

As his mind wandered, he recalled that one of the first things he learned working in the locker room was that the colored stripes on a jockstrap waistband indicated its size. "Shit!" he thought. "I can't remember anything from my classes this morning. Why did I think about that?"

Bob still had ten lockers to go when the first of the lacrosse players arrived. He wondered what was wrong with him; why was it taking him so long. None of the staff liked to be seen handling the guys' jocks and the razzing that came with it. Other staff had received comments like "Bet you'd rather be handing that jock with me in it" while the player grabbed their pouch and "Hey, mine has a hole in the back!" as they bent over and spread their ass cheeks. Bob had never gotten caught doing this part of the job and he waited for the comments to fly.

He hurriedly finished the job not looking around to see who might be watching. As he headed back with the cart, he finally glanced up and noticed a couple of the players standing together watching him but he got no ribbing.

After returning the cart, Bob made a straight line back to his office. He had almost gotten there when a hand grabbed his shoulder. He stopped quickly and spun around to find Nick standing there with concern on his face. He quietly asked Bob if everything was alright. A number of answers ran through Bob's mind. He decided that "Hell no and it's all your fault!" was not the appropriate answer and just replied that he was feeling confused but okay. Nick asked to meet him later to explain. Bob mumbled a reply before turning and walking on.