Date: Mon, 17 Jan 2022 20:42:56 +0000 (UTC) From: Brian Martinez Subject: the-bisex-life-of-brian Chapter 9 (Bi/College) This is a fictional story, many readers have noticed that I keep emphasizing that. I'd rather not get in any legal trouble and say how much of this story is true and how much of this story I wish I actually did. I will say that I was really in the US military, but the Navy? Well, no comment on that. Comments? Concerns? Compliments? Please send those to bimartinez@yahoo.com In this series all characters are above the age of 18, particularly those having sex. Characters carried over from previous stories are now 18 or older. Also https://donate.nifty.org/ do it! For less than the price of a cup of coffee at most cafés you can help ensure the world continues to orgasm. Be a Nifty Hero today! -------- Early 20's, no alcohol tolerance and just lost a relationship with his only boyfriend. If there exists a better recipe for a young mostly gay man to end up white girl wasted on a regular basis I haven't heard of it. I regularly drank to excess at the gay bar, one or twice throwing up in the club and getting picked up and thrown on the ground by security. A few times I was laying down for hours on the ground of a parking lot doing the same. I missed work frequently. I was the most mentally unstable I have ever been in my life. It even started affecting my life in the Navy where I was physically punished and treated horribly (deservedly so I'll admit). I was still crying regularly about Brandon. Even though I accepted he broke up with me 2 months ago I was still holding out, hoping this "ghosting" (where a person disappears and doesn't return calls or texts) wasn't forever. I was hoping one day Brandon would call me. Since men would often be in the gay bar in only underwear me going in barefoot caught almost no one's attention. It was too dark inside, by the time anyone noticed, we were already heading towards my car or his and he was already game to fuck. However, despite going frequently I had only managed to get laid 1-2 times a month. I had come to realize my social awkwardness was catching up to me. Here I am skinny, young and cute. But I felt invisible half the time. But one day I went in during Latino Night. I was fortunate because I spoke Spanish so I could understand anyone there. Unlike the other nights, Latino night was very successful. Especially for the non-English speakers any social awkwardness I had was just interpreted to my poor Spanish since I spoke it with an American accent. Kira was with me as my wingman, but I saw a cute guy across the room. I met with him that night Mr. Perfect. Fernando Perfecto was an absolute angel and ripe for being my hero and rescuing me. I had the best sex with him, he was skinny, hot as hell and he wanted me probably more than I wanted him. This turned me on even more because if you haven't noticed I love the idea that I'm making a guy hot and bothered. He was an illegal immigrant from Mexico, his English wasn't the best, but I told him not to worry, even though gay marriage was not yet legal I could probably figure out some way to sponsor him and get him legal, he had his doubts and I said, "I'll be honest it could take me 10 years, but I'll find a way." 6 years later gay marriage became legal and I could have fulfilled my promise. As if being a kindhearted stable person wasn't good enough, he was amazing in bed. Better than I've ever had before including Brandon. Although I topped before in high school, I was never really good at fucking someone I wasn't attracted to, it's why my lesbian friend was not given her last cock by me all that well. This wasn't a problem with Fernando, I was hot as hell for him. We were in my living room and we got naked almost right away. He got on top of me and kissed me very expertly, if he did that for long enough I would have cum, but he kept going. Sucking on my neck in just the right way, I didn't care if he left a hickey it felt so good. He then stuck his nose and mouth into my armpit and licked away. I had never been licked there and it was amazing. By each lick I was getting more and more turned on. He sucked my nipples which turned me on too, but it always does. He gave me a great blowjob, but didn't let me cum. With me still on my back, he lifted me up and put my bare feet on his shoulders. He stuck his head between my legs and licked my asshole. I was new to this at the time and didn't expect this so he had to wipe my ass with the sheets a little. He licked and this was beyond good. Better than being fucked in the ass was having his tongue there. I was falling in love. My ass exposed he put his cock inside me and plowed away. He orgasmed and I jacked myself to completion while he kissed me. I kissed him and told him that he was amazing. My lesbian friend walked in on us naked and kissing. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry Kira", I said. "So this is why you left your wingman at the bar", she laughed. We picked ourselves up and went to my bedroom where we slept. On our 6th or 7th date we were at the gay bar, everything was going perfectly and I was about to ask him to be my boyfriend. I told him my heart was still broken after my last boyfriend broke up with me after 7 years but I was happy to have found him and wanted to know if we could seriously date instead of just casually, I admitted to him I was getting feelings for him. He said he had feelings for me too. He told me in Spanish, "Brian, we can't be boyfriends unless I tell you something important, I have HIV." While today HIV isn't something I would not end a relationship over, this was back in 2008 before the PrEP pill and other treatments made it so it's far less likely to spread it to your partner. If he were to have sex with me over the long term back in those days, I would probably catch it too. The decision wasn't easy here was dropped in my lap, a sexually attractive man. 23 to my 21 years, thinks I'm cute and wants to be my boyfriend but he has HIV. I swear I would not have broken up with him had this been today, but I had to let go. I wasn't subtle, I literally ran from him. I regret doing this, but this was then, not now. He must have felt so dejected because he saw me as Mr. Perfect too. This made my depression worse as I felt I was never going to find love again. My drinking got worse and both work and the Navy started getting annoyed at me. --Part 3: The parade of meaningless sex (mm, brief anal) -- A co-worker had a friend of a friend she thought I'd like. His name was Paulie. Which was weird to me at first because he had the same exact name as my father. For our first date, we didn't have sex we watched a movie at my place and he slept on the couch. He was also Latino, medium brown skin super skinny and 5'5 to my 5'8". He was bisexual, but said he liked men more much like myself. Super flat stomach and super adorable. We often did things other than have sex, as I was prone to do during this time, I caught feelings for him too. But he'd be so evasive and wouldn't kiss so I knew my place was never going to be by his side. Our second date he said he still didn't want to fuck. But later said he was super horny and took off his pants. What I found weird about him is that he never took off his socks or shirt. I found this very off putting, I hate it when guys aren't naked when having sex this especially includes socks. But he fucked me pretty good and slept on the couch again. Another disappointment was that he didn't like kissing unless it was a boyfriend. I occasionally would get him to kiss me, but he only did it for a few seconds. I knew he didn't have feelings for me, but for me kissing was about sex, but I guess he felt it was too romantic. He started getting better and better at sex too. The last time we had sex he gave me a dry cum while he wet came into the condom. He was jack hammering away, there was no passion, no feelings, just an unadulterated need on his part to get off and he did. We had sex for many years after this. Sadly he disappeared, which I understood. I was starting to gain weight from all the excessive drinking and wasn't exercising enough. The navy started to notice and the punishments continued. --Part 4: Victor the Destructor-- I hopped on to this website called tagged. It was mostly people from the poor neighborhoods. But I saw one cute guy with a bowl cut and we started chatting. His name was Victor and was a force of destruction in my life. He caught feelings on the first date and I was very uncomfortable having someone say they love me on the first date. We kissed, we sucked on each other a little, but neither of us could fuck the other. His ass wasn't prepped properly, and he wasn't hot or excited to have sex with me. I later found out this was the first time he voluntarily wanted to have sex with anyone. He didn't even take off his shirt or shoes like Paulie and I got annoyed, seeing your boyfriend naked should be a right. Oh yeah, he declared himself my boyfriend, I was just going along with it. Right on the second date he was starting to get demanding as if we were married for years. He was becoming a pest, an unemployed pest who hung around my apartment a lot and didn't like cooking or cleaning. Then he started getting abusive, he started pushing me, slapping me and hitting me every time he didn't get his way. I was starting to be annoyed that he dared call myself his boyfriend despite all of this. I accepted all this because I gave up on life. Not caring about my life anymore meant I stopped caring about being a good sailor and I was regularly punished for it. Every training weekend it was a torture session for one various fuck up or another. It started affecting my primary job and soon I got kicked out of the Navy for failing to show up too many times. I lost my primary job too and now was at risk of losing my new apartment, I had to cash in my retirement account to pay my expenses. I was at the lowest point and it was all slowly crashing down. A girl from high school hit me up, she was one of the two girls I kissed before Cory's girlfriend. Previously she rejected me because she "wasn't ready." Well now she wanted any man. I asked her if being bisexual was a problem and she said no, she was bisexual too. She even said, "if it doesn't work out with you, I'm going lesbian." We had a nice date, ended up at my apartment and it was going nicely. We even talked about life plans together. Even fantasizing about having threesomes with bisexual couples or even a single guy or girl. She wanted me and was driving the bus the entire time, she made the first move and kissed me. It felt good. Just as good as kissing that woman in the Navy. We took each other's clothes off and were completely naked in minutes flat. We got to the bedroom and faced each other, I put my arms around her and was confused, it felt right. My arms went around her perfectly and didn't fall asleep like it did with guys. Everything was going well, I even had her tits in my mouth and she was moaning at my tongue. She said she was tired of being teased and put me on my back, she mounted me. For the first few minutes, the sex was disappointing for both of us, Rachel took control again. "You're thinking about Victor, right? Well, if he wanted to be your boyfriend he would be fucking you instead of me, so get to it sailor", that was the motivation I needed, I almost instantly hardened and flipped us around so I was on top of her. I started pounding away and she pushed back. "Yeah, that's it, you're acting like a real man now, take charge." I had never felt this good with a girl before she was the best straight sex I ever had including to this day. She came twice before I came once. She was so turned on she was sucking on my nipples while I was fucking her and that put me over the edge. We were laying down kissing each other still in the orgasmic glow, when in walks Victor, furious his eyes bloodshot beyond recognition. "Get the fuck out my house you whore! He grabbed her by the legs and quickly dragged her still naked outside, walked in and shut the door and locked it." She got up and started knocking on the door. "I need my things, I can't get home without my cell phone and keys! I need my fucking clothes I can't be naked outside!", she screamed from behind the door. "You stay the fuck right there Brian, I haven't even started with you. Don't even put your clothes on." He yelled at me. He grabbed her clothes and put them under the sink for a few seconds getting them wet. He tossed them out of the window and threw her cell phone on top of them. She didn't even put her clothes on right there, she just grabbed them and covered her front with them. I was later told she ran home naked the entire way she was fortunate enough to not have been seen by the police. I never saw her again. "Now that the trash is taken out, it's time to deal with you." "What the fuck did you do that for", I said after seeing her leave. "You cheated!" he screamed. "Yeah? Well, our relationship hasn't been going all that well, so I started to not give a shit anymore" I said. "What are you talking about? I was about to let you give me a blowjob tonight before this happened", he said. "LET me blow you, are you hearing yourself? You're supposed to want me to blow you. You're supposed to LIKE sex", I said back. "Why do you have to ruin our perfectly good relationship?" "Perfectly good, are you fucking kidding me? I have never seen you naked, letting me give you a blow job is not a reciprocal relationship. How come I never fucking get one. I'm tired of you taking, taking, taking and never giving me anything in return. You don't cook, you don't clean, you don't have a job and you show no interest in getting one." "So you want me to leave you? Bullshit, you can't do better than me.", he said, "You're so much trouble I can't even trust you with girls because you'll have sex with them too." "I did do better than you, the sex was rather nice and she's hotter than you Victor. I'm tired of getting myself off because I thought I had a boyfriend. You have been depriving me of sex and expect me not to get it somewhere, she practically threw herself on me unlike your frigid ass." I said, he then punched me in my face, grabbed a plate from the cabinet and slammed it against my head. Shattering on my hand protecting it. "You are not allowed to break up with me, only I can break up with you", he said, "Now go back to your room before I punish you even more, I got a phone call to make." I went to my room and put my clothes back on, once I heard him on the phone I put my shorts and shirt on and went out the window. I called 911 and about 20 minutes later the police came. Because the injuries were on my hands the police could not arrest him because they didn't have proof he hit me, if anything it looked like I hit him despite him having no marks. Watching his actions and mine the police allowed to grab some stuff I needed overnight and get out of there. As I left I got a call from him. "You a dead man Brian, when I tell my my family about you ratting on me to the cops. You better kill yourself now, otherwise your death is not gonna be painless", he hung up. Here I am now, carrying only a minor change of clothes, I have almost no money in my bank account and now I need a place to stay. It was here my previous actions had bit me in the ass. The older gay guy had no interest in taking my call. I have alienated most of my friends due to my previous drunkenness and now I'm homeless because my boyfriend abused me and I had no money for a hotel, even one night. This was before Airbnb was in my city. I had enough to buy an air mattress for the backseat of my car and I slept in it that night. While I was sleeping in my car it got repossessed. I woke up in a tow yard. I slept naked even in these days but my clothes were always a quick grab away. I put on my clothes in the morning got out of my car and saw cars and a tall barbed wire fence. "Who the fuck are you", some biker dude screamed at me from across the yard. "I don't know man, I was sleeping in my car and just woke up here", Assuming I was some sort of vagrant he immediately grabbed me and picked me up, I lacked the strength to resist. Each finger of his felt like 50 pounds of pressure, he had a tight vice grip. He chucked me over the barbed wire fence I landed on the hard rocks on the other side. I didn't break anything but I was bruised to holy hell. The police didn't side with me last time so I called them again from a payphone, certain that this was a clear case of assault. When the police arrived, they had the tow yard empty out the car and gave me everything I had in it. "Okay, problem solved", the tow yard has given you your stuff back the policeman said. "I let them know you really were the registered owner so we're not going to charge you with grand theft auto since this was obviously a misunderstanding and the tow truck driver didn't see you in there." "So you're not going to charge him with assault?", I said crestfallen. "I'm bruised up the wazoo from that guy throwing me over a 10-foot fence on to hard rocks, I could have busted my head." The cop was triggered by this, "You know what you little faggot", he got out his tablet and started pushing buttons, "Sign here please", he said. "So is this a sworn statement what is this", I asked. "It's an agreement to appear in court on September 5th", he said. "Finally, some justice", I said. "Yeah, for the owners of the tow yard", he said, "I just wrote you a ticket for trespassing. You see (the cop takes out a knife walks over to the fence jumps up and cuts some barbed wire) I have evidence you jumped the fence, tried to steal your car back and tried to assault one of the employees. You're lucky I don't take you in for this." "You're really going to lie? That trespassing charge will never stick on such flimsy evidence." He smacked me across the face with his baton. It was super painful, my jaw didn't feel like it was in proper alignment. Moving my mouth was painful. "Listen here you little faggot, the charges don't need to stick. I'm trying to put you in your place. I know about your little gay lover's quarrel. First thing we see when we pull up your name. You bad mouth a cop again and we tell them you were trying to assault us for giving you a ticket. You can get out of a ticket but you can't get out of a beating. Now shut the fuck up and let me leave. Next time you call the police you will be arrested, even if you did nothing wrong." He then got back in his car and drove away. Now here I am no job, no health insurance (back in 2008 in the United States if you got your injuries treated it would cost you a lot of money, even if you were poor) and now I probably need my jaw fixed. Hey, there's a plus. I can spend the night at the hospital. They can't take money I don't have at least. After I left the hospital a day later I realized I was either going to sleep on the street in my apartment. I checked and my now ex-boyfriend wasn't there. The apartment was completely tossed, as a final act of spite, he took some of my stuff. -- Part 6: Rock Bottom -- Coincidentally a week later I got an email from Brandon saying he wanted to see me. Because I lost my job, I had little cash in my pocket, the rent was coming due and I couldn't pay it. I took the bus over to meet him and he noticed I didn't have a car anymore. He had long hair, all the way to his upper back. He looked like Riff Raff from the Rocky Horror picture show and his face was getting rougher too. It was almost cathartic, I was never really that cute but after high school, I maintained about the same level of attractiveness while he on the other hand was deteriorating quickly. I thought to myself, wow I wouldn't date him today, but if I married him back then there's no way I would divorce/break up with him over his looks. He took pity on me and bought me lunch and we bused over to my place. To add another scary element to this horror show one of my neighbors had a bedbug infestation and it carried over to my apartment. "So, Brandon, to avoid bringing bed bugs into your home I need you to strip completely naked and put your clothes in this bag. Anything in here will be safe", he hesitated for a minute, "Nothing I haven't seen already, plus you came here so I know you want to have sex again." He didn't want to admit any of it, but just started taking his clothes off and put them in the bag. I took my clothes off as well, putting them in a separate bag. Naked, I gave him the tour of the one-bedroom apartment, which at only 600 square feet (55 sq meters) isn't exactly a long tour. I led him to my bedroom and we lied down on my bed. We got into the "69" position and sucked each other off. The sex was great physically, but it had none of the sparkle, none of the excitement it once did. It was entirely mechanical, the love was gone. His pubic hair was long and curly unlike back when we were 14. He asked if I could trim it for him, which I did. While I was down there I started to wonder why he up and disappeared from my life, anger started flowing through me as I remembered all the psychological trauma the breakup had caused. "I'm sorry I did that", he said, at that exact moment all my anger disappeared. It was at that moment I realized he didn't know what effect it had on me and didn't intend for any of this to happen. I knew that in order to make peace with myself (I didn't care about his feelings at this point) I had to forgive him. This was a part of my life I needed to get over. "I know I'm the first guy you ever slept with, and you slept with both guys and girls through our relationship. Who is the last guy you slept with?", I asked, he hasn't spoken to me in 2 years so that was plenty of time to play with a boy. "You... guys still get me horny, I sometimes look at gay and bi porn, but I felt guilty every time a guy hits on me. I would get hot for a guy it would remind me of you, I couldn't have sex with another guy. I don't think I ever will again." "But you...", I realized why he disappeared, why he left and never came back and it infuriated me, I had already forgiven him so my fury quickly disappeared, he wasn't worth the emotion. He was too chicken shit, too scared to have the decency of risking me getting dramatic. You're supposed to have a big breakup scene, drama is required for a breakup. Sorry to get on my soapbox, but you don't disappear on people. You don't want to be in a relationship, fine! That person deserves to confront you. For safety, you may want to do this by phone, video conference, or holographic projector (for the kids reading this in 2035), but tell them to their face. Let them know where they stand. I hate myself for crying after the disappearance, I hate myself for crying occasionally years afterward. The side effect of the love I had for him was an obsession, I'd monitor social media for his presence, I would once in a while drive by his house. I emailed him only once three years after this encounter, because stalking is a crime, and I always remembered to keep my distance. That was his last chance. He didn't want me anymore and nothing I can do would change that. Today I can confidently say I don't love him anymore, he broke my heart by abandoning me and does not deserve a second chance at my heart. I put up a brave front, I still wanted him if he still wanted me, but he needed to be the one to pursue me. I was unsure of this, and that's why I was obsessed. I was bluffing, and today I don't regret it. I accepted at this moment that he wasn't coming back. All I wanted now was closure, and getting my last answers out of him helped. I used to resent the song "Wake me up when September Ends", because it was our song, but I got over this too. One time in Cory's apartment we sang it to each other while taking a shower. From then on we sang it multiple times throughout the years to each other. I cried more times than I care to admit, I cried less and less over the years, but it was a difficult breakup. "But why though, why did you break up with me and why oh why for godsakes did you just disappear on me? Why did you just break up with me in-person or at least tell me in an email? We weren't just boyfriends for a little bit I asked you to MARRY me!" This was after 2006 and while smartphones were out, they were nowhere near universal like they are today in 2021. "I don't know", he was embarrassed, maybe I wasn't the only one struggling. I wanted to ask if his parents had anything to do with it or if he wasn't attracted to me anymore, but I reminded myself despite the possibility I might never see him again, I have to let this go. This isn't about him, it's about me. This was the only closure I was going to get, and I needed closure to begin the healing process. I finished cleaning up his pubic hair and we took a shower to get all the hair out. We kissed passionately, I think we both knew this was going to be our last make out session. It was pure lust, my body was hot but my heart was not. I'd entertain getting physical again, but I knew I could never let him have my heart again. We put our clothes back on and I walked with him to the bus stop. We gave each other one last kiss out in the open and he stepped on the bus, I saw the bus drive away. He was gone, I would never see him again. I went home and cried myself to sleep. Now that I've hit Rock Bottom, let's turn this story around eh? If there wasn't enough sex in this chapter let me know at bimartinez@yahoo.com although as a nifty reader I sometimes become so engrossed in a story I stop needing there to be constant nonstop sex in every chapter. Just once a chapter is enough.