Experiences of A Bisexual Arrogant Freak

For me, just fantasy is kinda hard because I’ve done so much in sex and the things I do fantasize about are to have repeats of things I’ve done, or what I plan to do with someone, or even the memory of what I’ve done because being a nasty freak of a perv, I get off on being this way.

I’ll be the first to admit that I am total gutter trash and my cock’s pleasure is my priority in life. I don’t give a fuck if anyone thinks I’m wrong for it, because I live my life with sexual intentions. Sure, I am a responsible guy. I support myself and function in everyday society, but I do so, so that I can continue doing the nasty things I like to do.

For instance, when I was 16 and in high school, my buddy Steve spent weekends over sometimes and he told me more than once he thought my mom was hot. So then, one weekend he stayed over when my dad was on the east coast on business and I got up in the middle of the night, walked down the hallway to the living room (dark with only light from the TV) and saw Steve sitting on the sofa with my mom kneeling in front of him sucking his cock. I watched and quietly stroked my cock and then went back into my room to get my rocks off.

Well, about 2 weeks later my dad was away again and it was a Saturday morning. I got up and went down the hallway and into the living room and sat on one end of the sofa and my mom was curled up at the other end watching shopping television. I was just in my t-shirt and white briefs and I sat so my legs were open enough to expose my package.