David admits he's bisexual

Catching your breath, you look David in the eyes. He's staring at you with hunger, the way you imagine you unknowingly stare at Jesse. You feel like a slut with spit and David's precum dripping from your lips.

You watch his cock bounce and throb against his abdomen like an angry tentacle, begging you to put your mouth back on it. You wrap your hand around it and start to jack him off near the head, your spit acting as a fantastic lubricant. You're still in awe at how big his cock is -- you could wrap a second hand around his length and still have room. The slicked skin squelches with each stroke.

David groans and leans back, enjoying your handjob.

"Technically, I guess this makes me bisexual," He thrusts up into your hand so you reach the base, "But there has to be some element of power to it. You know me. I always need to dominate whoever I'm fucking, guy or girl," He places a hand on the back of your neck, "I just love making everyone my bitch."

"So I'm not your first, then?" Seemed to be what came out of your mouth.

In all the time you've known David, you've never seen him take a guy to bed. He always acted hyper masculine too and would loudly brag about women he'd fucked. Why had he never admitted to this before? Was he not comfortable with this part of him?

You looked back into his carnal eyes. You felt a flicker of sympathy in them. Was he going to **** you to swallow him, or would he give you a reprieve and let you finish him off with your hand?