Chapter 2

I moved out of Brit’s place and found a small flat near the sawmill where I had been working for almost a year. At sixteen, I moved out of my mother’s house and lived independently with some financial help from my grandfather. I worked part for a moving company while I attended high school. People couldn’t believe that I lived on my own and did physical labour for a living. I never made a big deal out of it either. I looked too soft and too pretty to be lifting logs and chopping wood. I loved the physical aspect of my work. I didn’t have to go to a gym to stay in shape, but I ran a few kilometers every morning and swam a few laps in the local swimming pool every evening.

Although I am not big and tall, I am extremely fit and lean. I eat right and take care of my body the best I can. Brit, and later on most of my sexual partners called me pretty, never handsome, probably because of my compact physique, baby-face, baby blue eyes and very light golden hair, all of which make me look much younger than my actual age. I am soft spoken, well mannered and a little shy; which is even surprising to me, because growing up I had no adult supervision or a positive role model. There were no bedtime stories, family picnics or holiday cheers in our house, only chaos. My mom and dad constantly fought and were even arrested a few times for causing domestic disturbances. After my father left us, my mother started drinking and partying heavily. Every week she came home with a new boyfriend until she settled for a major douchebag and married him. Then the fighting and chaos started again.

So, yeah. That’s my childhood in a nutshell. I could have turned bad and became a criminal, but instead I found peace in science fiction books and movies and later on porn. I was also good at making and fixing things. By the time I was sixteen I was making good money doing odd jobs for my neighbors. Fixing chairs, lawnmowers, radios, making doll houses, baby cribs; you know, that kind of stuff.

Where were we before I started this rant about my childhood? I almost forgot that his was supposed to be an erotic story about me sucking dick and getting fucked in the ass by a hot couple. Too explicit too soon? Dragging too much and too little? If you stay with me we will get there. You might learn a few things from my first bisexual experience and even have a little fun playing with yourself while you are reading about it.

If you’re still with me, let’s continue.

One day, a beautiful and pleasantly warm summer day, I rushed home form work, excited to check my laptop and read the message that was waiting for me in my inbox. This wasn’t a usual message and due to its possible NSFW nature, I didn’t want to read it at or near my workplace. You see, a few days before that wonderful day, I had joined and created a profile at this adult dating site. Yes, one of the most famous and largest ones. I am by no means trying to advertise for that site, nor telling you to do what I did. You should make up your own mind and be careful not to get cat-fished or fooled when you join any type of online site, especially an adult hookup site. But here is what I did; a couple of weeks after breaking up with Brit, I joined that particular dating site; the one that rhymes with schmadultschmiendschminder.com.

I snapped a series of nude selfies and chose two of them to use with my profile. Thankfully, besides being strikingly pretty, I am also extremely photogenic. It also helps that I am a decent amateur photographer. First I shaved the little chest and body hair I had, trimmed my pubes and shaved my balls. Then I used an advanced compact camera on a tripod with a flip, rotating screen and remote shutter to take the pictures. The first photo I uploaded was of me, of course, leaning against a kitchen counter, showing off my six pack abs and an impressive hard on. In the second picture, I was wearing black, lace top stockings and a matching garter belt, but no panties, this time sporting an even more impressive stiffy.

I bought the mentioned outfit from an Australian online store, specializing in designing and selling women’s lingerie for men. I jerked off a few times before and after I took the latter photo. This was the first time I had tried wearing that sort of outfit, and it looked and felt fucking amazing. You may think that wearing women’s lingerie makes a man look effeminate. Maybe you’re right. But they say, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I don’t agree with that saying all the time, but in some cases it’s right. In my case, I think the stockings and the garter belt accentuate and compliment my lean, smooth physique perfectly. You should see the way a garter belt sits on my waist and right below my V-cut lower abs, and the way lace top stockings look hugging my muscular thighs. When I saw myself wearing that outfit for the first time, I though that I looked like the perfect mash up of my feminine and masculine sides. I looked mouthwateringly fuckable. If men wearing sexy women’s lingerie is not your cup of tea, then delete the described image from your mind and go get a cup of coffee.

After blurring my face, I uploaded those two photos and completed my profile with my likes, dislikes, interests, favorite sexual activities and so on. Then I paid for one moth premium membership so I would be able to send and receive messages from other members. Then I started browsing for couples seeking men in the area.

To my surprise, there were lots of swingers looking to hook up with single men near where I lived, but soon I got tired of all the close up pictures of genitals, and couples specifically looking for big dicks. Now, I am happy with the size and the shape of my cock. I consider my cock a very good friend; he is always happy, never complains, always cheers me up and has my back. He does get me into trouble from time to time, but that’s just normal for a young, dashing hormonal teenage dick. I was looking for some fun for both me and my cock, so those profiles that looked like genitals looking for genitals, were not particularly appealing to me.