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When I got the inkling I might be bi on a lonely night of self-experimentation in my first year of college, I never thought it would take ten years before I actually did anything about it. For years, I had only this vague idea that someday I wanted to have sex with a man. There was never a guy I was all-out attracted to; just the notion that when an my girlfriend bangs the living daylights out of me with her strapon I love every second of it. That and the memory of that rainy Saturday night in college I mentioned, sitting in front of a computer screen full of porn when I discovered I liked the taste of my own semen and thought maybe I might like the taste of someone else’s.
Really, that was it. No torrid exploration of gay porn with secret fantasies that I hid from friends and family. No agony over whether or not to come out. Not any qualms about whether it was moral or immoral. I really just wanted to taste cum and feel a warm, living cock in my ass. Just one little problem: I wanted to like the guy I was doing it with.
I’ll chuckle and admit that it actually wasn’t I who found the guy I eventually did get in bed with. It was my partner, Josie, who during a long night of drinking and watching bad movies with him at his house started relating my fantasies to him. David’s one of her best friends, and just happens to be, like me, a sort of ambiguous bi-guy. He’s slender, olive-skinned, and variously tattooed with black hair that never quite wants to hold whatever shape he brushes it into in the morning. She thinks he’s gorgeous and I think he’s gorgeous, and fortunately, it turned out that he thought the same thing… about both of us.
She came home the morning after their drunken debauchery and we were in the middle of brunch, quietly eating away at her hangover when she mentioned it.
“Oh thank god this is starting to go away,” she said between strawberries — fresh fruit and orange juice for a hangover, the only thing that I know works for us. “Thank you so much for breakfast, love. This is helping. So…,” there was a pause as she blushed, ”David and I had a lot of fun last night.” I blushed, too, because I thought that meant they’d ended up having sex, which they sometimes do; however then she said, “He thinks you’re hot, by the way.” By the way?
“By the way?”
“Well, he was talking about how he realized he was bi, and I said that you came about the realization sort of the same way, but you’d never done anything about it.”
“Right,” Strangely enough, that she’d shared such an intimate secret of mine didn’t bother me at all. I trusted David, after all, and he was one of her best friends. They always talk about everything and that’s fine.
“And so we talked some more and he said he’d always thought you were really hot, but didn’t want to say anything because he didn’t know you were bi and didn’t really get much of a sense about you.”
“Well, fair enough. I don’t really think about it that often. So does he know you’re telling me this?”
“Yeah, he was counting on it.”
I sat there in silence for a minute, picking at strawberries, mentally undressing David and finding that it was really hard to do. I’d never seen him naked or any guy, really, where I was thinking of him in a sexual context. Despite that, though, I felt my cock throb as blood rushed into it. My ass tingled. Not knowing what to expect made me aroused. Knowing that a guy was attracted to me aroused me. I grinned, and Josie noticed.
“Yes? Thinking? Hmm?”
“Oh just… thinking, yeah. I never really thought about him that way before, but he is hot.”
“Gothy boys do it for you, huh?”
“Yeah, tattoos,”
“Messy hair…”
“yeah, messy hair, and kind of wild.”
“Mmm, yeah he can be wild,” she grinned and said with some extra feeling. I blushed at that while her hand slipped up my thigh. She stroked it and pushed my robe to the side.
“Ha! But he’s one of your best friends.”
“He’s David, though. He hasn’t turned into a saga for me, and he’s not going to for you, either. It’d be fine,” The back of her index finger grazed my cock as I sat there mesmerized by my own thoughts and her insistent hand on my thigh. She took a hand away, picked up a strawberry, locked my eye, and bit into it meaningfully. She took her time finishing it and then gave me one deep, intense, strawberry kiss. “Come on. I need the rest of my hangover cure.”
I stood up from the table and she bit her lip. Josie didn’t even let me out of the room, much less to the bedroom. She pushed my back into the wall and dove her lips into me with abandon, stripping my already loose robe away with one stroke. I kissed back hard and grabbed her ass with one hand and the back of her hair with the other. Her neck arched back as I tugged gently on her hair and my tongue, teeth, and lips went to that soft bit between her collarbone and shoulder muscles. I could feel her goosebumps rise under my hands as I nibbled gently but insistently along her shoulder, and up her neck. We locked in one more deep kiss, and then I tugged downwards ever so gently and with a gleam in her eye she knelt down to the floor.
Her lips closed around the first few inches of my cock and I felt her tongue swirl around. I looked down; ran my fingers through her hair. I felt my ass clench involuntarily as I arched toward those lips, hoping that she would take more of me in. She let go, but held my cock in her hand and ran her tongue gently around my balls, teasing and testing them, warming them, cooling them, making my skin tingle. When my cock was throbbing hard with every beat of my heart, she took it back into her mouth. Then she reached back and slowly ran a finger up along the crack of my ass before grabbing one cheek hard and curling her fingers so that I could just feel her nails between my cheeks. It felt like every finger wanted to explore me, and I had a brief flash of David completely parting me.
Then she did that thing that only she can do. See, when a guy jerks himself off, or at least when I do, I can’t help but gradually speed up as I get closer. But what I like from Josie, on the other hand, is this slow, steady, hard rhythm of sucking all the way to the end as she goes down on me. She clasped her hand around my shaft and dove in at that perfect rhythm, just fast enough so that every time I feel her mouth slide back down the thick of my shaft, coming becomes a little more inevitable and I’m a little less in control. My cock burned with every stroke, and I held back, clenched, trying desperately to hold off my orgasm for just a couple more strokes from Josie’s lovely mouth and hand, but then it was too much. I screamed out and came and with every spasm my knees gave a little. I leaned all my weight back into the wall and let myself arch into her as I gave one… two.. threemore big spasms and half a dozen smaller ones as she made sure she had everything I had for her.
I slid down the wall and sat there kissing her, she still on her knees and tasting of my cum. “Thanks,” she smiled and stroked my cheek. We crawled over to the couch and wrapped ourselves up in each other and slept until noon.
Sometime later in the day, the thought came back to me about David. “So… what would I say?”
“Huh?”
“To him. To David. I mean, ‘Hey David, Josie said that you said I was hot while you were both really drunk, wanna fuck?’”
“Oh. Ha! No. Um… I don’t think you have to say anything. Just sit next to him next time he comes over. Put your arm around him while we’re sitting there watching a movie. Let him get comfortable and you get comfortable and you’ll both lean into it. Start there.”
I sat on that thought. David was coming over the next day anyway to catch the premier of the next season of Dr. Who, so I guessed that if she was right, that was as good a night as any. And I passed the time until the doorbell rang the next day without thinking too much else about it. Good old lazy Saturdays. Went for a bike ride. Took some photos out at the lake. Turned the tides on Josie in bed that night, much to hers and my delight.
The next day, we were doing the last of some random picking up when David rang the doorbell. It all came back and I fought to control the blush as Josie went to the door. When I felt in control of myself, I managed a “Hey, David. Welcome!” He hugged and kissed Josie and gave me the usual awkward hug.
“Evening, guys. It was my turn for pizza, so I took the liberty of ordering on my way out here. We all know what everyone likes, anyway. They should be bringing up the rear any minute.”
“Excellent, show’s almost on,” I said as I plopped down on one side of the couch. Josie sat on the other side, leaving the middle – strategically – for David. We chattered idly about stuff for ten minutes or so while commercials flashed silently on the screen across the room from us.
“I was telling Josie last night I got that paper into the conference in Moscow. I get to go to Russia!” David’s a young professor in genetics, on the tenure track and working his ass off publishing papers. Even so, he targets conferences in places he’s never been, because, he says, that’s what it’s all about. I love travel, too, but I don’t want the kind of life he’s living in order to do it. He loves it, and that’s fine. Someone ought to.
“Dude, that’s awesome! When do you go?”
“Mid-September. I’m so just going to give my talk and leave the conference and check out the city. Bought Russian language CDs today. “
“Well, my album’s off to the distributor. It’ll be printing in a few weeks. If it sells like the last one, then we’ll be able to go to Montreal this year. I’m jealous of Russia, though.”
“Excellent, excellent! How many copies did you sell of the last one?”
“About thirty thousand or so. We’re starting to hit it big, or at least we stand a chance.”
At that point, the pizza came, and we settled into that and a round of Newcastle. Dr. Who came on, and we watched it and all three of us slowly maneuvered our way into each others’ arms as nonchalantly as possible. It helped that Josie and David were quite used to being cuddly already, and I just had to put my arm around David. At some point, he and Josie kissed, and I looked over at him. His green eyes looked meaningfully right into mine, and I shuddered inside at almost deciding to go for broke. The moment passed, though, when commercials ended. Josie started teasing him gently with her hand, almost absently, later on in the show, I suppose to… lubricate things as it were. I kept my arm around him and sort of lightly stroked his shoulder. The next commercial break came and he looked back to me again and this time, I locked his eyes with mine and ran my fingers through his hair. I could smell his shampoo as I did so.
We sat there looking at each other for several seconds, and the show came back on and we completely ignored it. Forgot about the pizza. Forgot about the beer. I can’t remember David leaning in to kiss me, but I remember his face being like smooth sandpaper and the smell of him being almost disturbingly masculine. Disturbing, compelling, whatever it was, it held me, and I kissed back with increasing fury. Josie backed off, watching intently and as she later said, taking notes.
My back was against the side of the couch and he was on top of me when I reached up and pulled off his shirt. “You’re gorgeous,”
“Josie told you,” David smiled and ran his hands down my chest before leaning into the next kiss. I felt his hand on my cock through the fabric of my jeans and it felt different from usual. I can’t even characterize really what it was. Then I felt a hand on my leg and I briefly opened my eyes and looked past to see Josie half-naked and looking hungrily at me and running her hand along my calf and then over his ass. I reached down and clasped my hand around his, grinding it into my cock, which now desperately wanted to be out of the jeans. I reached down and snapped the first and second buttons on his fly and he dropped his kisses down onto my neck, holding my hair back like I’d done Josie’s the day before.
I ran my fingers down David’s stomach and underneath his boxers and for the first time I held another man’s cock in my hand. It felt so… odd to feel that form in my hand but not be able to feel through it. He was warm, hard, and damp at the tip, eager for what we were about to get up to. Josie peeled his pants off while he undid my fly and dragged mine off. I pulled my shirt over my head, reached to his shoulders, and pushed him back against Josie, His head fell into her lap and she looked down at him and kissed him. She curled one finger at me and I drew in to kiss her. “I want to taste him on your breath,” she said in my ear just before she kissed me.
I knelt down at the edge of the couch and ran my fingers along his cock in wonder for just a second longer before finally going down to taste him. David’s cock leapt up a little when I ran my tongue around its tip, and then I dove in before it could get away from me. I made up for years of lost time. He was warm, hard after a fashion, but springy and the taste and texture and smooth skin was all too much and not enough at once. I tried to take him all the way into my mouth, and had to stop. He was probably seven inches or so, about like me, and that’s more than it seems when you first look at it. I wondered if I’d know when he was getting close. As much as I wanted to taste his cum, I wanted him in me even more. I went down on him like Josie did me and he arched into every stroke with a thrust, groaning and running his hands in my hair and occasionally reaching up to pet Josie. And then I felt it. He was close. I pulled back to a groan from him, and asked him, “Do you want in me?”
“Oh hell yes.”
Josie pulled our emergency stash of lube out from under the couch and took David’s cock in her hands, coating it and then coating me with a healthy if somewhat cool portion of lube. When I felt her fingers enter me I arched into it in anticipation and desire both for her and for him. She laid down on the carpet then and pulled me down own top of her. “When I say, I want you in me, until then, hold out but lean close” Her shirt was still on, but her bra was unsnapped and she was completely naked the waist down. She was so beautiful disheveled like that, dark brown hair scattered across the carpet. I wanted in her. I knelt over her. And then I heard the condom wrapper and seconds later felt his hands on my hips. “I’ll go slow at first, let me know if it’s too much.”
It wasn’t. I knew it wouldn’t be. I’d had Josie’s strapon just days earlier, and as it was I was so ready, and he did take it slowly. The first thing I noticed was how smooth it felt going in, forgiving, not like even the best made dildo. I leaned back into it as he hesitated, trying to take more of him. I reached back and grabbed the back of his thigh and pulled with one hand. I needed it. Josie had my cock in her hand and was running it up and down the slit of her vagina. She was dripping wet. He pushed.
And then I felt his hips meet my ass and push into them and he was all the way in. It hurt in a good way, comfortable and full and I wanted him there forever, but I wanted to feel him pull it out and push it back into me. He pulled out and thrust in again, and we slowly got into a rhythm. It felt so wonderful, tingly inside when he filled me at the end of each thrust, and then Josie said “I need you,” and I let the force of his hips push me into her.
Somehow we got the flow right, me leaning up as he pushed down into me and then pushing me down into her. The feel of her finally pushed me over the edge. I came as he was fucking me, and Josie and I screamed together. He didn’t stop, and the force kept me in her even as I was going soft. I was trembling with the force and sensitivity of having just come and he was still pounding into me when I practically blacked out from the ecstasy. He slowed down and thrust hard as he came. I leaned up into it, trying to keep the moment for as long as I could. Then we were all three down on the floor, naked and sweating and kissing and breathing hard. I held both their hands and we woke up some hours later still there on the carpet. The pizza was cold. We ordered another.