Did he say fuck me? No way he could fuck me with that monster. He would split me into. I began to break out in a cold sweat. “Who the fuck are you, ...nd why me?” I asked. “I’m Buck and I’m the leader of a local Biker’s group. I’m bisexual and I enjoy fucking both men and women. I saw you and some of your friends when you mistakenly came into a biker bar thinking it was a gay bar, and I have wanted to fuck you ever since. I made it a point to find out all about you, and what websites you. Oh man, all over the place they were hot Mexicans walking around or just cruising with friends.When I decided to drive back to my house in my old car, I saw this fine pelon (I later found out his name was Raul). He was around 5’9”, light skinned, with tattoos, smooth chest, and with one little earring under his bottom lip. He was wearing blue basketball shorts and a white tank top. He was walking along the street when I stopped my car next to the road to ask him for directions. When I grabbed. She knew I was Bi and had openly talked about sucking cock and fucking another man's arse. She was like you, wanted to see what it was like for herself. On one of my visits to the UK she arranged for us to meet in a hotel near Cardiff, she paid for the room and we split the cost between us 2 blokes.I arrived and had a shower, Annie liked everything clean and gave me the enema kit while I had a shower. She had already showered and had her own enema and was dressed in a white basque with white. Lonni was teaching me. It was good.“We’ll have to try something else. But first I want to explain something.” She smiled conspiratorially. “Promise not to tell?”“Cross my heart,” I echoed her earlier promise to me.“It’s this.” Lonni stepped back, unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, hesitated, then took off her lace panties and, reaching down between her legs, peeled off a panty liner and freed a long, beautiful cock! It quickly swelled to a slender but respectable girth. The head was.