Bisexual Stories

I am fairly sure I hadn’t been staggering as I walked along the beach front but as I sat down on the sand on Battery beach I felt a certain numbness in my face – always a sure sign that I had drunk more than was good for discretion. I remember shivering violently even though it was a hot Durban night I was all too aware on just which beach I was sitting and that should the cops come along I could easily be arrested. This was after all a notorious cruising spot. Yet it didn’t deter me.

I shyly sat facing out to sea suddenly overwhelmingly interested in all the bright lights of giant container ships waiting to come into the harbour. To my mind everyone else on the beach must surely be staring at me – my neck burned red. I snuck a glance to my left and saw a couple kissing and hugging – my stomach did a jump – this was the first gay snog I had ever witnessed although in truth, from where I was, I couldn’t be sure they were both men.

I became aware that there were many other couples lying scattered over the beach and then it dawned to me that I had sat in the wrong place – all the action was going on behind me. I sat still too embarrassed to get up so I rolled onto my front and looked up. Now my eyes had adjusted to the darkness I realized that there were quite a few men on the beach some lying in pairs on the beach like the couple near me.

As I watched I noticed that there was someone walking around the beach. He would stop in front of each of the couple and just stand there staring down at them looking before moving on to the next body. As he drew closer I realized that he was stroking himself as he stood watching the action. I turned around and faced the sea. He came close to me and stood looking down at me his cock was in his hand and he gently ran his fingers along it.

He sat down next to me. He carried on stroking himself. I looked across – all I could see was his hand – his cock. He reached across and touched my leg and said ‘go on then show us what you have got.’

Nervously I opened the front of my shorts and started playing with myself. He reached across and grabbed me – he squeezed my cock gently.

I sighed involuntary and shuddered ever so slightly. I was still running on the sights I had seen on Point Road oh good god I wanted it and there was no way I was going to play hard to get.

He told me his car was parked up the top and stood up. Without replying I followed him to the road and climbed into the passenger seat. I think it was then that I admitted that this was new to me. This must have been an all-time redundant comment – by now I was trembling uncontrollably – nerves – fear – and plain lust.

He drove us round to the ‘Village Green’ where several other cars were parked – each at a distance from the other. He found us a spot and as soon as he turned the car off he fairly jumped on me.

His intensity was unnerving. His tong was forced down my throat; he grabbed at my cock and squeezed and pulled at it. It was too much I pushed him off a bit, in fact he was beginning to hurt me a little. This wasn’t what I wanted.

He must have mistaken my intentions because he grabbed my head and pushed my head down to his dick. I opened my mouth and took him in. For a while this was great. He wasn’t all that large and I began to relax and enjoy it. He grabbed my hair and began frantically fucking my face. Too much again I was struggling to breath and gagged a little.

I pushed myself away from him and sat back looking at him properly for the first time. Even with my ‘beer goggles’ there was no way I would call him attractive.

‘What’s the matter’ he asked.
‘I am scared’ I told him. ‘This is a little to strong for me’

He said we could go back to the beach but looked slightly annoyed when I said please. ‘We can go skinny dipping’ I said and he drove me back to Battery beach.

We walked down to the sea and he suggested we go in. It seemed safer back on the beach and I agreed. That and all the others on the beach had renewed my appetite a little.

We stripped off and stood naked in the surf just wanking. This was better. Now I was doing it I felt really horny again. I stopped looking at him and furiously jerked myself off.

I came quickly and as soon as the last of it had gone into the sea I turned and ran for my clothes. I dressed further up the beach amongst several intertwined bodies.

As I walked back to my flat the fear and paranoia that someone would see me set in – oh god what if I ran into that chap somewhere was my next thought – what if he said something.

I am ashamed to say that only years later did I consider how awful I had been running out on him like that. He was however the single most worst sexual partner that I have ever encountered.