I haven’t told my father or my uncles about my bisexuality. Eventually I’m going to tell them. However, right now I don’t need the hassle. Still..., I’d like to think I’ve made some progress. My friend Andy’s bisexuality is top secret. I wish my fellow Haitians, both male and female, would stop hiding their bisexuality and their gayness. Seriously. It’s the twenty-first century. Same-Sex Marriage is legal in several states. I’m a writer who’s published many works via a certain print-on-demand. I looked down at her coldly as she knelt, still semi-naked on the floor between my knees, her head in her hands and weeping her synthetic tears. She looked so vulnerable and sexy... and me still with a raging hard-on! "You want to make it up to me?" I asked, leaning forward and grabbing her by the hair and cranking her head back to look at me. Her eyes got wide and she nodded vigorously. "Then you can start by sucking my cock for a change!" I dragged her forward as I sat back in my chair. Sarah. My mind flashed on my mother walking in on me when this all started. The butt plug hidden from sight, hanging by it's head in my ass. The 'Raging Hard-on' barely fit in my virgin ass. It hurt and I figured it would take a while to get used to it. Then everything changed when my mother interrupted me. It was trapped in my pants and it pressed me to my limits. I fought against it. But it ended up all the way in, deep inside me. I tried so hard to remove it and now I wouldn't want Randy to take. He tugged the zipperdown, a bit of a chore due to the tight fit of the shorts. He roughly pulled the denim fabric off my ass and tugged them down my thighs.Once off my hips the shorts easily fell to floor. I stepped out of the little puddle of fabric at my ankles and kicked them away.Face down, palms on the count top, legs spread and ass sticking out still covered in the skimpy thong I was prepared surrender myself to him. I felt his hand pull the nylon thong to one side. He bent down and.