;Last week, we heard from straight readers; this week, gay, lesbian, bi and trans readers share their happy endings. Enjoy.


;I was an inexperienced 19-year-old girl from the suburbs. After dating for a few months, my boyfriend told me that he was bi. I freaked out. I struggled with the normal question: Is he gay? But my boyfriend was extremely open and honest, we had a great sex life, and I loved him — so I decided to see where this would go.


;About a year later, we started fooling around with other guys (my idea), mostly bi guys who gave us equal attention. It's the hottest thing ever. I was young when we got together and so I'm enjoying playing around a bit, and it turns out that he has a bit of a cuckold fetish. This has brought us closer and helped us let go of ALL inhibition during "normal" sex.


;I am marrying the amazing bi guy with a cuckold fetish and I couldn't be happier.


;In Love With A Kinky Motherfucker

;;I'm a submissive gay boy. I tried dating vanilla tops, but it didn't work. One night, I initiated a conversation at a club with Mr. Nice. I was actually cruising Mr. Nice's friend, because his friend looked more hard-core — shaved head, torn jeans, leather jacket. Mr. Hard-core turned out to be Mr. Vanilla. I was disappointed, but I enjoyed the company of Mr. Nice so we occasionally hooked up for vanilla sex. It ;didn't work when he tried being dominant, so I had some one-off dates with experienced dominants.


;About a year later, Mr. Nice decided to do sex work — as a professional dominant. Learning "on the job," Mr. Nice transformed himself. And last month, in front of a group of close friends, we celebrated our four-year union — as Master and servant.


;Satisfied Slaveboy

;;My darling husband came out to me a few years ago: He wanted to be a woman, but didn't want to lose me, his wife. We're STILL together after all of it — happy and loving, and still enjoying each other sexually. I hope all your success stories involve even half the affection and fun that we have together. Sign me …

;;Grateful, Generous, Giddy;


;;I used to be incredibly embarrassed by my foot fetish. But the four wonderful guys I've dated during my relatively short 28 years on earth have gone out of their way to reassure me that it turns them on to see ME turned on. Now I make no apologies and I make sure to do what I can to turn on my boyfriends and hookups. Sex is so much better now that I've relinquished that shame.

;;Kinky In Minneapolis

;;I was a "bathhouse Billy." At least three nights a week, I went to the gay bathhouses and took on an awful lot of men. There was one guy I saw all the time who was so shy he hardly ever came out of the locker room. One day I went to visit a friend and who should open the door? Mr. Shy. I asked him out. One thing led to another and we moved in together. It has been 30 years now.

;;Still A Billy But Only At Home

;;I'm femme, she's butch, we're dykes. My "husband" knew she wanted to be more true to her passionate sexual self, but had never considered even the mildest BDSM. I brought up the subject of my ordinary kinks (spanking, daddy/girl role-playing), and she responded like any good lesbian feminist. We talked — a lot. She didn't want to hurt me, be violent or act out artificial roles. I questioned whether BDSM had been an unhealthy substitute for intimacy in my previous relationships. She questioned her resistance to doing things that would get me wet.


;Eight months later, she spanked me for the first time. Then she started referring to herself as "Daddy" while fucking and spanking me. We don't only have kinky sex, but we have plenty of it. We had a big wedding and we're living happily ever after. I might have married her even if she wasn't so GGG, but the self-examination, self-disclosure and risk-taking we've done around my kinks has been a very significant, possibly essential, part of the intimacy we've created.


;Happy Femme

;;My first boyfriend and I were together for three years. It wasn't a great relationship and finally, he dumped me for someone else. We continued to live together, which made it hard to resist continuing to have sex, which created lots of gay drama. Eventually I moved out, met someone else and began the relationship of my dreams.


;That's a happy ending, but where's the dirty part? Well, after I moved out, I didn't talk to my ex for months. He broke up with the guy that he had dumped me for and started seeing someone new. We gradually started talking and hanging out again, he got to know my new boyfriend and I got to know his, and the four of us are now great friends. One weekend we took a trip to a nearby big city, got a hotel room and consummated the friendship with an intense, several-hours-long fourgy. An entire bottle of lube was used, and after our final moans and grunts, we heard clapping from the hallway.


;Gay Couple Friends

;;Next week, we return to our regularly scheduled programming: unhappy endings and hookup disasters.

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