0 comments/ 17591 views/ 0 favorites Coming Out of the Closet By: Your_Messiah She stood in front of her mirror, sobbing softly. The ugly names and terrible words they used were heart wrenching. The things they said hung in her head and buzzed like horrible little bees. She just wanted it to stop. So what if she was a virgin? What did that have to do with anything? She was still a nice girl... She reached up and ran her tiny, lily white fingers over her red lips. They were so swollen. She'd fallen into the chair when the boy pushed her and it made her lip swell. Her eyes remained more on the chipped pink nail polish. The site made another tear squeeze from her eyes and journey down her Rosy cheeks. They made fun of her because she always took ages to touch up her nails. The girls did, anyway. She ran her fingers up over the tear and then sniffled. Her green eyes were bloodshot and so terribly sore. She swallowed hard as she looked on into the bleeding eyes in the glass. She ran her fingers up through her slightly knotted black hair and untangled a few strands. This made her cry a little harder, too. She never wears her hair properly. Never styles it. This was apparently a sin in her school. Her hand fell down the cut on her forehead to her nose. It wasn't too small, was it? They thought it was. She couldn't help it, though. She liked her button nose... Well, she did. No one seemed to have a problem with it until she went there. They didn't like that it turned red in the cold, either. She didn't mind... She couldn't ever see her nose, anyway. Why should it bother her? It was fine when she was warm... She reached out from her face and touched the glass. The girl staring back at her... Her nose was cold, too. And it was red like hers. She smiled slightly. So did the girl. She was pretty, she thought. But maybe she got picked on for not being like them. She certainly didn't look like them. "It's okay," she whispered. "They don't think you're pretty. But I do... We have each other." This made both of them smile again. She wasn't frigid... She never thought about being sexy. It wasn't her fault she didn't own the clothes they had in those hip hop videos on MTV. Her mother wouldn't allow it, anyway. She might wear them if she had them. She could fill them... She had some curves. She noticed them when she took showers sometimes. She had curved hips and a larger behind than most. Her chest was developed for only just reaching eighteen... But they still claimed she couldn't fill the clothes if she tried. They claimed it was just baby fat. She ran her hands down her hips and watched as they glided to her thighs. Running them back up to her neck she began to slowly unbutton her blouse. Surely she could see herself if it was just baby fat or really breasts. She was halfway down when she started to blush. She looked up into the girls eyes. She was blushing, too. This made her even even more embarrassed about stripping in front of someone. Taking a deep breath she unbuttoned the last few buttons and pulled it open slowly. She smiled slightly as she watched the girl reveal her rounded C cup breasts. She licked her lips as she watched, intrigued. She ran her fingers over the cleavage and felt the tingles run throughout her body. It made her smile again. But it quickly went back to a nervous blush as she reached to the front clip and unclasped her bra. Slowly, she pulled the cups away and her breasts fell free. She pulled the blouse and the bra off her shoulders and dropped it to the floor. She started breathing more heavily as she reached up and cupped her breasts. The girl looked very flushed, too. She ran her fingers over her nipples and moaned softly. The sensation was very nice. She could see that the girl in the mirror liked it, too. She bit down on her lower lip as her hands began to descend. She ran her fingers down her tummy and moaned again, quickly blushing brightly as she felt tingles between her legs. When her fingers reached the waistband of her jeans. She placed her hand on the zipper and pulled it down slowly. Then pulled her jeans down her thighs. Eagerly, though she wasn't sure why, she pushed her panties down with them. She felt the soft pink cotton slide down her white legs. She dropped them to her ankles and stepped out of them, kicking them aside a bit. There, before her stood a beautifully shaped young girl. Her black hair tumbled elegantly down her shoulders, over her breasts. She licked her lips and then nibbled on her cheek as she began exploring her body with her hands. Running her fingers over her stomach and her breasts, taking time to rub her nipples before running back down again and delving her fingers into her tuft of hair between her thighs. She let out a soft sigh and moaned. She wondered what made the girls in those videos so sexy. She remembered watching one before and wanting boys to look at her the way the men in the video looked at the girl in the video. The girl did a very provocative dance and the thought of doing such a dance herself made her heart pound. However, there was no one here but the girl in the mirror. And she seemed like she wanted to do the same thing. They had each other, they felt the same. Surely it would be okay to express such desires to each other. She nodded to herself. So did the girl. Slowly, she began moving her hips in circles, rotating them. Then she began rolling them. She moaned softly and slid her hands up her body to cup her breasts again, teasing whoever she wished was watching. She thrust her hips forward and moaned softly as she did, running her hand up through her hair as the other stayed cupped around her breast. She was getting so much pleasure from teasing her now erect nipples. She began to tease herself subtly. She ran her hand over her crotch and then down her thighs, swinging as she bent a bit and then stood straight again, pulling her hand away from that forbidden place. She moved them up to her breasts and looked teasingly at the girl. She couldn't believe it! The girl was doing the same thing! Oh, she felt on fire. She felt so powerful and so... sexy. She felt like she could have the heart of anyone who dared to look at her. Everything about her was glowing a little brighter and everything seemed a little firmer. She turned and bent a bit, swirling her hips again as she did, catching a glance at the place under her bottom and she broke into a fit of giggles. What on earth was she doing! She kept laughing and giggling. She stood back up straight and turned around. The girl in the mirror was giggling, too. She felt drunk. So silly for how she was acting. But holding that power did feel good. Very good. Suddenly, she heard a crack and her head snapped around to see what it was. Then she noticed it. Heavy breathing. She gasped and her heart began to beat wildly. Was someone... watching her? She gazed towards her closet, almost shaking, squinting to see something between the small crack. Then, suddenly, the doors swung open and there stood a man she'd never seen before. She gasped and nearly screamed, stepping backwards quickly and tripping, falling back onto her bed. She squirmed into the corny and snatched the covers, pulling them over her naked body. Someone was watching her in her own house! And she had no idea who it was! How violated she felt! "Get out of here!" she cried. The man began walking closer to her and she began to whimper. He was walking so briskly and breathing so heavily. She gazed at him. His greeny blue eyes were fixed on her, his gaze firm. He had a slight, conniving smile on his lips. He licked them and continued smiling. His hands were bare and his fingers were long. He wore a faded navy hoody and a pair of baggy jeans. He was about six feet tall, maybe a bit shorter. He crawled on the bed and crawled over her. She shook her head quickly, beginning to whimper more. His hands covered her mouth gently and then held her hands to her sides. He whispered, "Shhhhhh..." He leaned forward and kissed her neck softly. He began sucking on her flesh and she gasped softly, closing her eyes and indulging in the amazing sensation brought on by his lips. He began nibbling her ear and whispered, "Just relax, baby... I liked that little dance you did for me..." Her eyes snapped open and widened. She stopped squirming and his hands ran up her arms and cupped her breasts. She moaned softly again and closed her eyes, relaxing again. He smiled and pulled the blanket away from her chest. This made him lick his hungry lips. He leaned down and sucked her left nipple into his mouth, running his tongue over it gently. She gasped and began panting, tilting her head back a bit. "You were dancing for me, weren't you... Tell me you were," he ordered and bit down a bit on her breast. She whimpered softly and said quickly, "I was dancing for you." He smiled and continued loving sucking on her breast, surrendering one puckered nipple to give the other one equal attention. He kissed down between her breast and licked her there. Then, he blew a cool stream of air over where his tongue touched her, causing her to shiver beneath him. He licked down to her navel, kissing it softly and then ran his tongue down her thighs. She cried out quietly. "Shhhh," he whispered. "You have to keep quiet for me... Just relax and let me pleasure you like you do when you dance for me..." His long fingers ventured in between her thighs and rubbed over her pubic hair. He ran his hand down to her clit and pressed it gently. She whimpered, then moaned for him louder than before. This made him even more excited and he ran his fingers down to her slit, rubbing over it gently, making her shiver and gasp. He pressed one finger at the entrance and pushed firmly until her lips parted and allowed his fingertip to slip inside her. Then, he pushed his whole finger inside, making her moan loudly and buck her hips a bit. He was raging. He needed relief and badly. But it was her turn now. This is what she gets for teasing him, he though. He stuck his tongue out and pressed the flat against her clit. Running his tongue over it, again and again while he pushed his finger in and out of her, she was moaning and squirming anxiously. With his other hand, he held one of her thighs to the side so her legs remained spread enough for him. As she oozed more for him, he slid another finger inside her, pushing them both in and out slowly, her lips stretching and making her whimper. He gazed up at her as he sucked and licked her swollen clit. She gazed back down at him, no idea how to sort the million feelings and thoughts rushing through her. Her chest was rising and falling quickly and she was breathing heavily. She fisted the bedsheets as she felt him down there, giving her more pleasure than she'd over felt. She squeezed her eyes shut and dropped her head back, moaning and still whimpering, still feeling as if it were wrong. Every now and then she'd give a feeble "noooo...." but it would go unheard. Or it would just make him chuckle against her folds. This did bring more sensations. She could feel him holding her thigh back as she squirmed eagerly beneath his talented mouth and hand. Never had she felt such penetration. It hurt, but she liked that, too. Everything about the situation was making her heart pound harder and her blood flow faster. Suddenly, she felt the tension rising and he began pushing his fingers in and out of her quicker, making it even more intense. She cried out and squeezed the bedsheets tightly in her hands, biting down on her lower lip. She gasped as she felt the sudden tight rise and then a tight and intense contraction. Followed by relaxing. Contracting and relaxing over and over, making her scream and thrust her hips up against his face. All the while, he continued sucking her clit and fingering her quickly, trying to heighten the orgasm. When finally it lessened and came to a close, she collapsed back, panting. He slowly pulled his fingers from her now dripping lips and gave her clit one more kiss. Then, he crawled back up over her so he was eye level with her. He pushed his fingers against her lips and ordered, "Suck." She obliged. Tasting her own muskiness on his fingers made her feel so odd. So different. She ran her tongue over his fingers and sucked on them eagerly, holding his hand over her face. He smiled and pulled it away and then leaned forward, kissing her lips firmly, but slowly and sensually and again she could taste herself on his tongue. He pulled his face away and it hovered over hers. "Did you enjoy that, my darling?" he asked. She nodded slowly. He smiled. "Good... Because that, my love, was only the beginning." Coming Out Of The Closet I am a young Black man living in Boston. I grew up as a regular guy. By the time I was eighteen, I was over six feet tall and excelled at everything from basketball to football and wrestling. I was a pretty good student. My parents were hard-working poor black people and I wanted to make them proud by getting a good education and making something out of myself. I focused on sports and academics. I didn't focus on dating or relationships, unlike most young people in high school. When I started college back in 2002, I was still a virgin. I was shy with girls. I also felt shy around attractive guys but I didn't let it show. Again, I focused on academics and sports and repressed my feelings. I was going to a state university and I didn't want other people to figure out that I was not exactly straight. For some time, I had been struggling with the fact that I might be bisexual. I caught myself checking out curvy black and Hispanic girls while walking around but I was also looking at some young black men. I didn't have any experiences sexually until I met Adrienne. Adrienne was this tomboy at school. She was on the women's basketball team. A tall, pretty biracial girl. We had a lot in common. Academically driven athletes who wanted to succeed. She was the first girl I kissed and also the first girl I ever had sex with. The first time we did it, I was happy. I was pleased to know that I could do it with a girl. I thought I was a regular guy. I did not want to be gay or bisexual. My preacher at school said that gay people weren't allowed in church and it made me feel guilty. I met Marco shortly after I met Adrienne. Marco was a good-looking white footballer. He was popular with girls and dated a sexy model named Karen. Marco was also bisexual but he didn't let anyone know. We became friends. I hung out with him often. Adrienne and I drifted apart and eventually broke up. One night after the breakup, Marco and I did it. We had sex. There was this girl named Laura who liked me. She was friends with Marco. I didn't like her but she wanted me. She started following me around and eventually caught me and Marco kissing when we thought we were alone. The next day, people started looking at me funny. They thought I was gay since rumors were floating around. Marco got scared and stopped talking to me. He denied the rumors. So did I. After a while, people at school forgot about it but my family found out, thanks to a phone call from Laura. My father and mother were mad at me. I felt angry and ashamed. They were going on and on about how they thought homosexuality was an evil sin. I got angry and said : " I'm one of them, so what?" They looked at me, shocked. I ran out of the house. I stayed in an apartment with my friend Kenny. Kenny doesn't care which way I swing. He's a straight Irish boy raised by two gay men. Kenny helped me deal with those issues of mine and talking to his gay parents was a lot of help to me. I graduate college in 2006 with a criminal justice degree. I intend to become a police officer. I live on my own. I'm healthy. I'm a strong, educated black man. I am bisexual. Some people know about me. Most don't. I don't really care. The world hates black men and it hates gays. I just happen to be a bit of both. And proud!!! It's been a few months since I've been in the city and I've found plenty of adventure to keep a youngster like myself busy. There's this chick named Monica who lives in Kenny's apartment building. She's tall, thick-bodied and jet-black, with a big booty. Alright she's kind of fat but not in a bad way, you know? I like chunky girls and I cannot lie! I could tell that she liked me by the way she was always staring and flirting. Hell, she even shared her dinner with me one day. One time, Monica and I hooked up in the laundry room late at night, when nobody was around. It was very hot. For some reason, I've always had a thing for large black girls. Don't ask me why. I dropped my pants to my ankles and she sucked on my cock and licked my balls. I ended up coming all over her large breasts. This was hot as hell. Next, Monica spread her thick legs and I rubbed my cock against her pussy. I slid my cock into her hairy snatch and thrust into her. The fat girl groaned as I entered her. I pumped my cock in and out of her honey hole. We fucked and sucked for the next half hour, then went our separate ways. This wasn't the last time that Monica and I would get together for some hot sex in the middle of the night. We got really kinky too. One time, we did it in the bathroom. I bent her over a toilet, dropped her shorts and spread her butt cheeks. I fingered her asshole. Monica told me that she liked getting fucked in the ass. I was totally down with that. I spread her cheeks and rubbed my cock against her butt hole. Would you believe the fat black chick farted right then and there? We both laughed about it. I rubbed the lube on her asshole and applied some of it on my cock, then I pushed my dick into her ass. Monica, who was no stranger to buggery did not scream as I entered her. I placed my hands on her thick hips and thrust into her, hard. Her asshole felt so tight. I pushed my cock deeper inside her. So, this is what it felt like to stick your cock into a woman's asshole? I liked it. I fucked her asshole like there was no tomorrow, and finally came, sending my hot cum deep where the sun didn't shine. Monica howled in pain and pleasure. I smacked her ass and laughed as my cum leaked out of her whole. Such a creamy little pie! I have several other freaks on the side. One of them is Michelle, my Friday night slut. Michelle is a white chick with blonde hair and pale gray eyes. She has a thing for black men. We met at a party. I was more than happy to indulge her curiosity. We did a lot of fun things together. One of the things we did was trying her strap on dildo, after a night of hot sex. We went to her house and showered together. While in the shower, I slid my cock into her pussy. I pumped my cock into her wet snatch, fucking her hard and deep. Michelle moaned as I fucked her. I then turned her around and tried her ass. Although she was very much into anal sex, Michelle's ass remained tight and impregnable without lube. I soaped up her anus, then slid my cock into her anal cavity. Michelle gasped as my thick black cock went into her asshole. I pumped my cock into her asshole, shoving it where the sun did not shine. Michelle cried out as I fucked. I slammed my cock into her anus, plunging deep inside her, until I came. I filled her formerly tight anus with my hot seed. We went into the bedroom, naked and wet, to continue this session. Michelle sucked my cock and licked my asshole before greasing me up with lube and inserting the dildo into my ass. I must say that it felt good. Michelle fucked me with the dildo, shoving it deep inside me. At the same time, she bent down and sucked my cock. It felt so good that I came several times that night. She pulled the dildo out of me and we embraced. My cock found its way into her pussy and we fucked and sucked until exhaustion claimed us. We fell asleep in each others arms. Michelle and I grew closer as time went by. I eventually told her about my bisexuality. The girl was very understanding. She even introduced me to Raul, my first male lover. Raul was a tall, good-looking Latin stud with dark bronze skin, pale green eyes and curly black hair. He hailed from the Dominican Republic. This dream boat was a bisexual stud who attended a nearby college on a baseball scholarship. We clicked and ended up having a lot of fun together. Raul took me to his place, and we took a shower together. Michelle remained in the living room, letting us do our thing. I looked at this handsome Latin stud. His naked body looked glorious and beautiful. We kissed, and caressed each other. He stroked my penis and I stroked his. When he took me into his mouth and sucked me, it was the single most pleasurable moment in my life. I almost came right then and there. But he wouldn't let me. Somehow, he worked me up in ways the women hadn't been able to. Raul sucked my cock and licked my balls. When I came, he drank my seed. Then, he told me to take him. And take him I did. I bent him over and stuck my cock into his asshole. I pumped my cock into his ass. It felt warm and tight, familiar, yet different from a girl's asshole. I fucked him hard, but did not cum. The sensation of a handsome man's tight ass around my dick is one of the best feelings I've ever had. We left the shower, and went into the bedroom, where a naked Michelle waited for us. The sexy plump girl masturbated while watching us. This chick was turned on by two bisexual men having sex with each other. When it was time for Raul to take me, it was simply amazing. He entered me swiftly. I had enjoyed getting fucked by my girlfriend's strap on dildo but a man's real cock felt so much better in my ass. Raul began to fuck me, and I moaned. As he fucked me, my cock hardened. I gestured for Michelle to do me a special service. Michelle sucked my cock as Raul pumped my ass. I closed my eyes, letting go and enjoying the sensations I felt. Not long after Michelle got my dick as hard as possible, she got on all fours and spread her butt cheeks wide open before pressing her large rump against my cock. I slid my cock into my girlfriend's asshole as my male lover shoved his dick deeper inside my manhole. You cannot imagine how it felt. To have a man's hard cock plunging in and out of your ass while your own cock was buried deep inside a woman's tight asshole. I've never felt anything more intense. I screamed loudly as I came, sending my cum deep into my girlfriend's asshole. I got even louder as Raul ejected his hot seed deep inside my rectum. Oh, yeah, it was quite intense! Later, all three of us spent the rest of the afternoon together, talking about sex, life and politics. Life was fun, for me at least. I was casually seeing a very open-minded, and sexually flexible young woman. And I had just hooked up with a sexy Latin man. How much luckier could a man get? Raul, Michelle and I drank our wine and watched television before heading our separate ways. This wasn't the last time we hooked up for some raunchy fun, I can promise you that right now!