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I Guess Im Bi
Growing up, I hadn't really considered playing with a guy. I guess I wasn't really very imaginative.
The only time I remember thinking about sex with a guy, before experiencing the real thing, was after swimming with a college buddy. He and I showered. He went first and when I came out he was still naked and rubbing lotion on his sunburn. He asked me to rub it on his back. As I did, I started getting hard, and I was really confused. I know if he had said or done anything, I would have jumped in right then, but he didn't. It weighed on my mind for a few weeks, but I didn't think about it much after that.
Many years later, when I was in my mid 40's, I was chatting with another guy on a swinger's site about group sex. It was my fantasy to be in a bed full of bodies, hands and sex organs everywhere. When I said that, he asked if I was bi. I replied that I wasn't and he asked the insightful question, "If you were in a bed full of bodies, would you care whose hands or mouth were on your cock?" I had to admit that I wouldn't care. Then he asked, "So what is the difference if a man sucks your cock, one on one?"
"Nothing, I guess," I replied as my mind started seriously considering the possibility. I noticed that my cock was considering the possibility as well.
Then he asked the fateful question, "So would you like to see what it's like? I'm bi."
He invited me over to watch homemade porn of him and his wife and to see where it went. I went over and we started drinking wine and chatting as he put the porn on the video. He was telling me of the adventures of the two of them. The film was getting hot (his wife looked good . . . and so did he) and he was telling how his wife came to know she was bi.
Apparently his wife and a friend were sunbathing nude when the friend climbed on top of her and started kissing her deeply. That got me hard, and he apparently noticed. He asked if I wanted to jack-off with him. I said "Sure!"
We dropped our pants and sat back on the couch to stroke as we watched the video. He was hard, too. His cock was much like mine, six inches or more and cut, and just as hard. He pulled off his shirt and sat totally naked, so I did the same. Then he asked, "Can I suck your cock?" I nodded yes.
I was really nervous as he laid me back on the couch and got on his knees next to me. Then he started to work. The shrinking of my cock immediately reversed. It felt really good, as good as I had ever had. I was stroking his head and shoulders as he sucked and stroked. He sucked and licked my cock. He licked and sucked my balls. He deep-throated me. I was completely into it, and then I had a sudden urge to suck him too.
I asked him if I could suck his cock, and he climbed on the couch next to me with his cock at my face, still sucking mine. I took a deep breath, inhaling his musky, sexy odor, and then I licked the head of his cock, tasting the precum on my tongue. I didn't know what to expect but it was nice, not much flavor, kind of salty sweet, and then I wanted his cock.
I took his cock in my mouth as deep as I could and licked and sucked in every way that I Iiked. He was doing the same on my cock. Shortly, he pulled back and said "I am going to cum!"
Despite his warning, my mouth never left his cock. I started bobbing my head on his cock rapidly, and I felt him do the same to me. He started to cum, and I swallowed again and again, tasting the slight saltiness and savoring the silky smoothness of his cum, as it ran down my throat. It was too much, and I started to cum, too. He returned the favor and swallowed every drop. He held me in his mouth, sucking gently until my cock started to soften.
We got up, and I got dressed as it was late and I needed to go. I was satisfied, still confused about what the experiences meant, but aware that I thoroughly enjoyed it.
The chat site closed up shortly after that, and we never talked again. It was a few years before I met the couple that showed me the other things I had been missing.