I've always had a weakness for skinny White dudes. Something about them, maybe the fact the most were naturally bottom submissives was a turn on. The fact that their feminine might play a huge part of it. Brings me to my first Bisexual encounter as an Adult with Timothy.  

Tim worked a few cubes over from me. He normally kept to himself, do his 8 hours and go home like the rest of us. No great shakes from him other than the ocassional input here and there. Tim wasn't the most masculine White guy I ever saw. He was always clean shaven, had very smooth features and wasn't built that well. 

I've always had a weakness of sorts for effeminate guys. Tim didn't particularly strike me as effiminate, but his demeanor wasn't as brash as other Men that I am used to being around, so you go figure. 

Every so often when he did speak, it was usually about video games or comic book Superhero challenges. Nothing too over the top. I guess he knew his lane and stayed in it. When we'd talk Politics or News, Tim would faze out and return to the task at hand. Something a bit intriguing about him made me want to pry, just to find out more about him, activities or something more personal that he was reluctant to share. 

One day at the office, I walked pass his cube and saw a Playstation 4 game poking out of his bag. I figured that this was an opening for me, an ice breaker. I waited for the right time to ask if he played often and if we could swap PSN #. Nearing the last 30 minutes on a Thursday afternoon , I approached him and begun to discuss the Conan Exiles video game that he had bought. We continued on and on about the game and after a short conversation, we both exchanged PSN#'s and Friend requested each other via Playstation Network. 

We ended up linking up on games that we shared in common like Grand Theft Auto and Conan Exiles, and other Co-Op games. To my surprise, every single game that we shared in common, his avatar was a female. I didn't think anything of it because Female Avatars are a bit more Buff and have better skills than Male Avatars. 

I also noticed that he would rarely talk on his microphone. There had been a few times that when we'd play GTA5 and he had his Female Character, he'd stand in a sexy pose or lay on my bed. Often times, he'd come on the mic and ask me for clothing ideas andf other makeup tutorials for his Female avatar. 

I eventually started a Party and would invite him to it, then lock the Party so no one else could enter or hear us. I'd ask him to wear this, or dress his Avatar like that, ect... And he'd be more than amicable to assist.  But on Conan, he'd really hang out. Conan is an Adventure game and you can dress your character anyway you want to, and of course Tim was an athletic female. The two of us would lay waste to any outsiders and have and keep a great base full of whatever. 

About 7 months later, whenever I played so did he. If I wasn't on, neither was he. At work though, we'd talk about the video game, but at home, we'd talk about going to other lobbies, his choice of Avatar and where we'd build. One day I decided to push the envelope and ask if he played fighters. To my amazement he answered yes he did. Seeing how we worked together and played video games after work, I asked if I could come over to his place on a Friday night to chill out, drink a few beers, maybe smoke some weed and play together head to head on his system. At first he was reluctant, but after some coxing , he agreed.

Nearing the end of the work week, I asked him again if I could come over and he said " cool " . That Friday, I brought my system with me and a few games. Later that evening after work we rode the train and went to Queens to his neighborhood. We stopped at the store and grabbed two 6 packs of Corona, some rolling papers and some snacks for the night. As we weighted for the elevator, a family of 7 waited with us. When the doors opened we all crammed inside. It just so happened that Tim was pressed against me, back to my stomach. He lived on the floor higher than the family, so it made sense that we entered before they did. While we rode to his floor, Tim decided to look up at me, as if saying without saying that they squeezed us inside. 

Walking down the hallway to his apartment, Tim opened his door and stepped in, I followed and he closed the door behind me. I took off my shoes and sat down on the couch. He grabs the beers heading to the kitchen while I flick on the television. He then goes into his bedroom and after a few minutes tells me that he's going to take a shower, so make myself at home. I flipped a few channels and for a few minutes I contemplated maybe not telling Tim exactly how I felt. Thought about him saying that he wasn't Gay or even Bi, or him kicking me out then exposing my secret life to the rest of our Co-wolrkers. It was too risky, so I decided to just forget about advancing.

I hear the shower stop and the shower curtain open. After a few minutes Tim emerges from the bathroom and rejoins me. 

" You ready for a beer ?" he askes. 

" bring it on !" I reply. 
Tim returns with 2 ice cold beers and a bottle opener. 

" What are you watching ?" he says. 

" something " I respond back. 
Tim then grabs a bottle of lotion and begins to generously apply it to his legs. I sat back after gulping my brew, just to watch him slather the lotion on his smooth legs. There was something oddly sensual about it. He was too damn meticulous. And the way he rubbed it onto his skin was arousing me a bit. 

After we downed the 1st round of beers, he turned on his system and we played a few fights of Mortal Kombat. Tim reaches down underneath his table and pulls out a bowl, passing it to me. 
" Where's your lighter " I ask.

Focused on the game, he points in a direction down the hallway. 
" On the table by the door " he says. I get up and grab the lighter, take a deep hit and pass him the bowl. He presses pause and takes a toke, passes me the bowl back and continues tapping buttons. 
" I need to warm up real quick !" he says, eyes glued to the TV.

" Hey ! Can I use the bathroom ? " I ask.

" right down the hall. " 

" Thanks man, I have to take a mean shit !" I reply.

I stand up and walk to the bathroom, pull down my pants and start shitting in the toilet. While sitting there, I look around. I notice a wig or hair extension. Nothing too awkward, " Probably his girlfriend's " I thought. 

I continued to look around and notice a balled up pair of pantyhose on the side of the toilet. I sit there dumping my last turd and about to wipe. I looked around for a roll of tissue, but could not find any. I did what any normal person would do, opened the cabinet underneath the sink. Inside I found the tissue and a few Gay magazines. The expression on my face was just like Bruce Willis' face when her returned back to his apartment in Pulp Fiction to grab his Father's watch. He went into the kitchen and pushed a pop tart into the toaster and saw the Mach 10 on the counter. 

I looked beneath that one and another one, then another. Seems like he had a collection of them. To my dismay, they were all Interracial Gay Magazines with Black Men penetrating White guys, Sissies or Transvestites. I got an erection, knew it was a volation of his personal property, but I felt compelled to jerk off. Tim was so light on his feet, that I did not hear him walk to the door. 

TAP TAP 

" Are you okay in there? " Tim asked. 

Shocked I jumped and the magazines hit the floor.

" Yup, just found the toilet tissue. Give me a few and I'll be out !" I shakingly answered. 

After wiping, I picked the magazines back up and placed them back inside the cabinet, but forgot in which order they were. I arranged them as neatly as possible and flushed the toilet.

I walked back into the livingroom and Tim wasn't playing the game any more. Matter of fact, the TV was watching him at that point. I sat back down and asked " What happened, you're done? I didn't get my round?" trying to play it off.
Tim asked if I wanted another beer and when I nodded yes, he stood to his feet and walked to the kitchen. 

The air was especially tense and I could tell that something was definitely off. When he returned he sat down, looked directly at me as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't. As we sat there watching TV I tried to lighten up the mood and talk about work related stuff, but Tim was lost somewhere in his mind. I guess to satisfy his curiousity he walks to the Bathroom and closes the door. I hear the cabinet open and after a few seconds it shuts. Tim stays in there about 15 minutes and then retruns back to the couch and sits next to me. 

We sit there for a few minutes more in silence. Tim turns off the TV and we sit there. Not knowing what to expect or even say, but knowing that he knew that I saw his stash, I had to say something, but what? I decided to allow him time to process this and let him speak when he was ready. 

Tim turns his head to me, brushes the blonde hair from his eyes and says, " I know you saw my magazines." .
Before I could respond and give an answer, He replies,
" Dude. ever since I was younger, I always wanted to be a lady." his eyes welled upo with tears. 
" Always. I dressed up in my Mothers clothes and act like a woman. One day my Father caught me and beat the shit out of me. So I hid that side of me behind closed doors. I thought my secret would never come out, but now you found out and I am so embarassed, " Tim began to cry.

I looked at him and pulled him into my chest. He cried even more as he got closer to me. I allowed him time to weep. His skinny arms wrapped around my ribs and he continued to cry. He must've cried for 30 minutes. I placed my chin on top of his head. My chest was wet from endless amounts of tears pouring from his eyes. Tim softened up and it showed. 

He pulled away from me and asked me if I wanted another beer before I left. 
I replied " Oh, you want me to leave? " 
Tim turns and looks at me and says, " I know you're going to tell every one at work that I'm a faggot, " I shook my head and said " no I won't ".

Tim said " I know you're gonna tell them what you found ?" 
" I won't " I said 
Tim turns and walks to the kicthen and opens the fridge. I hear the clang of bottles and decided to go into the kitchen to console him. He turned to the Island counter and grabs the bottle opener. I slide behind of him and place my hands on his waist. He jolts a a bit and whispers " what are you doing?" 

I take one hand and pull his hair away from his neck and press my lips on the back of his neck .

" No, Please stop. " his soft whisper said. 
But I didn't stop. I continued to peck at his neck.
" Please stop. Don't do this please," he stated. I continued.

Tim gently pushed me back, where my back hit the refridgerator. At that moment I pulled him back with me and pushed him forward, his hands slammed on the counter. A beer tipped over and began to pour on the kitchen floor. I grabbed his shorts and pulled one side down. He begged me, " Please, ( my name ) don't do this , please don't !  ( in a faint whisper ) do thiiiiiissssss ... " 

I grabbed the other side and slid that down too. He leaned forward and with both hands, palmed his pale buttcheeks and spread them open. I reached in my pocket for a condom. Up to that point I had no idea if I'd be doing anything that night, male or female, but I was ready. I kept feeling around and couldn't find one. At that very moment, Tim opened the island drawer and found a condom with his hand. He pulls it back to me and at that very moment my pants fall to my ankles. 

I slide the rubber down to my pubes and squeeze the tip. Tim grabs his pale cheeks and spreads them open again, they time widfe enough for me to see that it's been opened before. There was a small hole there that appeared to have been borred out before. Maybe a dildo, or another dick left its trademark. I smeared my black cock up and down, as if I was playing with a clit. Tim then reaches back and positions my dick perfectly aligned with his anus and enhales. I slide my dick down the hole inch by filthy inch.

" go slowly . Slowly. Slow, " Tim pants. Every inch of this Black dick creeps deeper into his worn, but tight snatch. He moves up but can only get but so far, as this cock kept chasing his inviting asshole. His face still firmly pressed against the island counter top and the spilt beer still dripping on the floor, I kept poking his skinny pale white ass like a jackhammer. He pulled his cheeks even farther apart and I kept pounding that butthole. 

The visual was so much of a turn on that I wanted to rip the condom off and slide my naked cock square between his eager asshole, but I wasn't goind to risk having shit in my condomless cock, so I fought the desire and kept pumping his tiny hole. He moaned like a little whore sneaking around to fuck quietly. I continued the exact motion and ocassionally pulled my thick brown dick out to see if shit was really on it. There was a good amount of feces on my condom covered dick, but not at the base. After a few more dozen strokes, I gently pulled my dick out and gestured to him to turn around.

When I looked around, the TV had shut itself off. Whispering I said in a low tone, " I have to shower, because you have shit in your ass . We walked to the bathroom in the dark. He turned on the light and ran the shower water for me. I snapped the rubber off and down the toilet it went. Hopped in the shower and washed my body. As I was getting out, in Tim's hands were an Enema bottle. We passionately tongue kissed each other and he hopped in the shower. I went back out in the bedroom this time, awaiting Tim to flood his anus with water,  dry off then bend over again. I laid on his bed for a few minutes and dozed off. When I woke up, Tim's lips were wrapped around my dick. Completely in the dark, I could feel hair and thought of the wig that I saw in the bathroom. 

Tim sucked my dick like a pro. Polished the chrome like a detailer. He knew all of the tricks and one could tell that he had been practicing. On who or what I had no idea, but he was perfect at slobbing my knob. Tim sucked and sucked, licked and gulped both balls, hair and all, and for the finale, he deep throated my dick as the cum entered his throat.  Made my toes curl.

Tim arose to his feet and tried to slink out of the door, but I stopped him briefly to request, " Hey !" I whispered. " Let me see what you look like ? " I asked.

Tim slinked over to the window and closed the blinds. He walked to the switch and clicked it on, He was fulled dressed up from head to toe and was absolutely impeccable. I looked at him and said , " Wow, you look just like a bitch !" 

Tim looked down at his body and back up. He hiked the skirt up just a bit and said " You like it Daddy ? " and licked his lips. 
" From now on call me Tina. I want you to call me Tina in private and Tee, like you always do at work. " Tim leaned back against the frame of the door, crossed his legs and poked his lower body forward. I stood up dick dangling and tongued Tina down. I have never chased my sperm after a bitch or fag swallowed my nut, but for some odd reason, I licked all over Tina's lips.