One of my favorite memories is still my first authentic bi encounter. I refer to it as my “first true experience” since it was my first genuine encounter with a bisexual person. I admit to having indulged in some personal fantasies in the past, and I had also had a few run-ins with a neighbor over his older brother’s Club Magazines—the ones with the sex scenes. During these sessions, we had touched each other’s penis a few times, but that was it. Though he moved away that summer, I believe he probably would have done more in retrospect. Well, I will discuss it more later. I did not consider early adolescent experimenting and fantasy to be bisexual activity. Nope, I was firmly heterosexual.
Early in my final year of high school, at the age of 17, I had my first sexual experience with a girl from my class. Friends had been discussing having sex for some time, and I wanted to go through with it, trust me, but we hadn’t made the final decision until that particular evening following a high school dance. I suppose I did her proud since other females began expressing interest in me. Despite my athletic physique, green eyes, and thick brown hair, I was always told I was cute, but I was labeled as one of those “Boy Scout” types. Anyway, I took advantage of the fact that pussy appeared to come my way regularly following that initial night.
But I kept wondering in the back of my mind why it was that males made me feel attracted to them. Or when I told myself that, at least, it felt like I was. I’d spent years playing sports, mainly baseball, and tennis, so I was accustomed to seeing nude people in the changing areas. I was excited by it. I convinced myself that it was just the male companionship, that I liked “being buddies” with males, and that talking about and being nude in the locker room was just a natural part of that intimacy. However, on occasion during the night, I would allow my thoughts to stray back to the changing area and reflect on the different bodies I had witnessed—particularly the penises. Some beautiful penises were hanging between the thighs of males I knew. But I questioned myself: why had I seen that? When I was a guy, I enjoyed pussy and tits. I used to ignore thoughts of penises since I wasn’t meant to be thinking about them. I talked myself into believing that the reason I was fascinated with cocks was because I had a huge one (as many guys in the locker room and females in the bedroom had jokingly mentioned over the years), and I was just making comparisons.
Additionally, I generally thought about my pussy and tits as I jerked off. Occasionally, though, those images from Club magazine would cross my mind, and I’d end up blasting my load thinking about a taut penis entering a warm vagina. That was alright, isn’t that right? I mean, I was fantasizing about heterosexual fucking. Nothing negative happened.
Fast-forward to the following year, when I enrolled at a different state university. I adapted well in the first several months of my first year and acquired many new friends. One of my new friends played tennis for the school; although I wasn’t good enough to join the team, I still played a lot and got to know him through an everyday buddy who shared my passion for the sport. With his gregarious demeanor and ability to instantly put you at ease, Shane left a lasting impression. He had a great sense of humor and was constantly grinning. Even though we had previously gone out a few times that autumn with other friends, we still didn’t know one another. I admit that I liked hanging out with Shane because of his attractiveness. He was around 180 cm tall, had short blond hair, and had a dark tan. Slender, athletic frame with a stunning grin. Charismatic. Furthermore, he seemed interested in discussing sex, which turned me on completely. I was tempted to discuss sex with another guy after that.
On Tuesday night, Shane and I were both bored and searching for something to do, but our regular group of men had papers or tests due. Shane and I went to a nearby tavern to play pool because we had nothing else to do. Naturally, we weren’t of legal age, but as long as you weren’t disturbing, this place didn’t check IDs. After enjoying a few glasses of wine, we were joking and playing pool when this girl approached us and wanted to come along. I say “girl” because she appeared to be about our age but wasn’t physically immature. She had been observing us from a table for some time, and whenever one of us turned to face her, she would smile. Although I had never seen her before, I’m sure I would have recognized her since she was pretty tall—probably 5’8″—had long brown hair and a charming smile. Her good physique was perfectly presented in a tight T-shirt and shorts.
“Yes, please join us,” Shane said, giving me a wink. “This is Travis. I’m Shane,” she said, nodding. “My name is April. I’ve been waiting for this friend for a long time, and I think we should play pool and have a little drink,” she added with a lovely smile. “Nice to meet you,” I said in my friendliest voice.
As the evening went on, we drank more and laughed more, and some of the joking turned mildly sexual. A few times, she raised her eyebrows and ran her fingers suggestively down her pool stick while smiling at me. I took the bait and started standing closer to her, casually rubbing her arm while we talked between shots. I swear, she purposefully nudged my crotch with her ass a few times while bending over to take a shot. I was feeling it. Shane was flirting with her. We exchanged glances, and Shane answered, “What the hell…sounds good to me.” Let’s get back to my apartment.
None of us should have driven, but I did anyway—the folly of youth. Shane and April sat in the backseat together, and I heard them begin kissing. Damn, I thought. This would be my action tonight, and Shane was back there swallowing her tongue. Fortunately, it was a short drive. All three of us got out and went inside. Her apartment was small but neat. She went straight through the living room to her bedroom and turned on a lamp beside her bed, pulling Shane by his hand. If I’d been sober I’m sure I would have sat on the sofa or maybe even stayed in the car but I wasn’t sober…I was buzzed, horned, and curious about her intentions.
The boy was moving quickly, and I was still standing there, turned on but unsure what to do. Eventually, I came to my senses and said, “Have fun, kiddos; I’ll catch ya later.” I turned to go, but April said, “Wait.” They started kissing deeply again, and I stood in the doorway and watched. Shane’s hands were starting to roam over her arms and back. April’s hands were on Shane’s chest, pressing against his shirt. Shane slipped one hand onto her breast, and she moaned softly. Please have a seat.” “What?”It seems like a crowd of three, and you’re already having a good time,” I replied.
April added, “It’s horrible to admit, but I’ve always wanted to make out with two guys. Come here.” She said, “I’m horny, and I’m not a slut or anything; you’re just so damn cute.” I was struck by how bold she was. She also chuckled.
“Really?”Hey, Shane, I think you’ve got this under control,” I said as I walked into the room. “Dude, it wouldn’t be nice to turn a lady down,” he replied, smiling, before nuzzling her neck like it was no big deal. Alright, I thought. Let’s do this. My buzzed brain liked the sound of this.
I sat down on the bed, as well, and she turned and began to kiss me. It was a strange turn-on that Shane had just had his tongue in his mouth, and now I was sucking on her tongue. My hands found their way to her thighs and began to caress her there. Shane was still kissing the back of her neck and had both hands on her breasts now, caressing and tweaking. Shane was already lifting her T-shirt off, and I had to stop kissing her as he pulled it over her head. She was wearing a shiny black bra that was amply full of breasts. Shane’s mouth went to her breasts, kissing and nibbling above her bra line. She threw her head back, sighed, turned, and kissed me again. I helped Shane out by unfastening her bra while I kissed her. I think he appreciated that because his mouth went immediately to one of her nipples, teasing and licking it. Her tits were magnificent, large but still small enough to be perky, and her nipples were hard. As Shane continued to kiss them, she reached down and started to pull his shirt over his head. Things were moving at light speed. Not that I cared. He helped her finish, revealing a broad, hairless, tanned chest and chiseled abs. He had some of the most excellent abs I’d seen.
“Stand up, Travis,” she said, so I did. I noticed that Shane now had one hand in between her legs and was rubbing the cleft. She still wore her shorts, but it felt good as she could not sit still. She reached up, undid my belt, and unzipped my jeans. Whoa, Nelly. She wasted no time sliding them down my legs, revealing a significant bulge in my boxer briefs. Shane stopped kissing her breasts to see what she was going to do next. She wasn’t shy at all, grasped the waistband of my underwear, and pulled them down quickly. My erection sprang out, and she giggled again.
I stepped out of my jeans and underwear just as she put her mouth on my dick. It’s a good eight, maybe nine inches–I’ve never measured it— with a bit of a banana curve to it, and she had trouble taking more than half of it in her hungry mouth. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I took off my shirt and stood there, enjoying the sensation of this fine woman sucking my cock, and wanting even more Shane’s expression of lust as he watched her do it. It was weird but exciting being the only one naked so far. So now I was an exhibitionist? “Hell, yeah, man,” Shane said, winking at me. He was pinching a nipple with one hand and still caressing her crotch with the other.
She took her mouth off my rigid cock and turned back to Shane to kiss him again. He didn’t hesitate, even knowing where her mouth had just been. She started fumbling with his belt. They both stood up, and he pushed her shorts down while they continued to kiss. She was working on his zipper. I stepped up behind her and helpfully slid her panties down her legs. Now I reached around her from behind and grabbed her tits with both hands. My erect cock was pressed against the small of her back. Shane stepped back and slid his pants down, revealing his sizable bulge snaking under the fabric of his boxers. She reached out and tugged his boxers down, and a massive boner popped out. Shane’s cock was magnificent. It was cut with a large mushroom head, straight as an arrow, and pointed upwards at a 45. And it was as big as mine. It was engorged and throbbing. “Oh, yeah,” said April as she grasped his dick and started stroking. He was now completely naked except for a thin strand of a gold chain that he wore.
“You guys are twins,” April laughed, turning slightly and placing a palm on each shaft. “You want both these massive cocks?” Shane said, putting his hand on her pussy and pulling her close to him. “Mmmm. Yes,” she replied. “Both of them.” She was stroking both of our cocks while kissing Shane again. Our hands explored her body. We were drunk, young, and horned, and we didn’t waste much time. Shane was vigorously massaging her clit, and I watched as he slid a finger inside. She shuddered. She dropped to her knees, put an arm around each of us, and pulled us to her mouth. The tips of our very-nearly twin dicks touched as her mouth covered both. It felt like an electric shock to me, thrilling beyond description. She slobbered on both thick heads and then ran her pretty mouth along both shafts as we both watched her attack our schlongs. Shane clapped a hand on my bare shoulder–as though we’d just finished a tennis match, which seemed slightly strange under the circumstances–and said, “This is fucking incredible.” “Yeah, man,” I agreed.
“Let’s fuck,” Shane remarked matter-of-factly, “I want my dick inside you.” “Oh, yes, baby,” she groaned. I couldn’t help but appreciate his manner. She stopped mouthing our cocks and got back up, kissing me first.
April got on all fours, crawled onto the bed, and pulled me on by my stiff dick like it was a handle. I was on my knees, and she started sucking my cock again, licking expertly. Shane crawled onto the bed and positioned himself behind her. He slapped her ass with his dick a couple of times. Shane and I made eye contact right as he slipped his fat cock into her tight pussy. He smiled the biggest smile and gave me a thumbs up as he started thrusting, which pushed her mouth further down my cock and made her gag a little. At this point, Shane was staring at my cock while April bobbed up and down on it. This was freaking insane, but it was so damn hot. “Suck his fucking cock,” Shane said. April slobbered furiously on my pecker, moaning frequently with Shane’s thrusts.
April shut her mouth, rolled onto her back, and spread her legs. Shane then swiftly climbed on top of her, guiding his shaft back into her wet cunt. I sat back and marveled at the fantastic view of Shane’s muscular ass and strong, lean legs as he pumped into her. What calves he had, I surmised. Then he shifted forward a little, spread her legs more with his, and started drilling her straight up and down, in and out. I could now see the underside of his long penis as it pumped in and out of her vagina and his big bull balls slapping against her ass. Shane’s ass was so lovely, I was stroking myself while I watched. “Fuck me, Shane,” she cried. “That feels so good! I was incredibly turned on watching his athletic body as he fucked this amazing hottie. Please wait a minute, I thought. I’m watching him and not her. You’re drunk, I replied to myself, and this is so fucking incredible. I was stroking my dick furiously, watching that big rod of Shane’s slide in and out of her pink pussy. Damn. I was more turned on than I’d ever been. “Yeah, babe,” Shane grunted. “Fuck, Travis, she feels so fucking good.” He said my name.
“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he roared as he pounded violently. April was writhing in time, grabbing at his back and ass, tensing so much that I could see every muscle in it. “Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh…” he uttered, “shit.” “Yeah, man, fucking cum in her pussy,” I yelled. “Fuuuuckkk,” Shane yelled as he approached. I didn’t get to witness him shoot his load because he was buried deep inside her, but his orgasm was evident. “Oh, yes, baby,” April had moaned, feeling Shane squirt inside her. She was bucking against him fiercely. As the intensity of Shane’s climax wore off, he stopped thrusting and fell on top of her, kissing her breasts.
Travis, get on in here! “Oh, yes, I’m almost there,” she said.”It is necessary to end me, she insisted.” Shane rolled off her, his semi-erect penis flopping wetly against his sexy thigh. “You heard her, bro,” Shane said, “get that big dick in there.” Damn, this was weird. The thought of being watched while I fucked this hot chick was sexier than I would have imagined. Yep, exhibitionist. She had her legs in the air and was rubbing her clit. I climbed between her legs, aimed, and slid my prick into her warm, wet hole. The feel of her wetness and the extra lube of Shane’s hot cum was a fantastic turn-on. I straightened my body and began to thrust deeply into her, impaling her with my rigid cock. “Oh, FUCK,” she yelled. “Make me cum,” she screamed. I straightened my arms, supporting “myself as I fucked like a machine. Knowing Shane was right there beside us, watching us, made me even harder if that was possible. “Oh, shit, you feel good,” I breathed. “Fuck her, dude,” Shane said, practically in my ear. “Fuck that hot pussy. “I’m getting there,” she cried, “Please don’t stop! Make her cum.” I was trying, watching at her face as I fucked, her eyes shifting from me to Shane and her mouth distorted with groans of ecstasy. Travis, fuck me even harder!” Rub my pussy, Shane,” she angrily ordered.
“Dude, you are fucking the shit out of her,” he breathed huskily as he rubbed her clit harder. His fingers were making fairly firm contact with my hardon now as I pumped in and out of her sopping wet pussy. Shane shifted his body to make better contact with her mound, and I felt his other arm brush down against my flank and ass. It was an electric feeling, and I was starting to sweat from the intensity of our fuck.
I felt Shane’s hand leave the space between me and April and was almost disappointed. But then I felt him approach from a different angle, a hand coming up from behind…from between our legs. I felt the top of his hand brush against my balls as they slapped against her groin. Shane’s hand was working her pussy lips and tickling my shaft in the process. His face was close to my ribs, and I could feel his hot breath. When I thought him tickle my scrotum again—accidentally? It brought me to the verge. And then she came, writhing and moaning, her pussy gripping my throbbing dick in waves of pleasure. “Yesssss”, she was screaming. “Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her,” Shane kept saying. I could feel the hot energy building in my groin as I came to the edge. “Oh, holy FUCK,” I grunted as my dick began spurting jet after jet deep inside her, adding to the sticky mess. It felt like I came forever, draining myself into her. “Hell yes,” said Shane, and slapped my ass good-naturedly. I slowly stopped thrusting and lowered my weight onto her, kissing her mouth, feeling my penis begin to go soft while still inside her….a feeling I’d always loved. “Holy shit, that was incredible,” said April, still almost breathless. “You two make an amazing team.”
I was still relishing the moment, my body pressing against April’s, thinking about all the little “touching accidents” when Shane became excited. “Yeah, we seem to work well together,” he laughed, then lay his body lightly across the two of us, creating a “victory pile” like some sporting event. April squirmed and giggled under our weight, and Shane’s belly was across my lower back and the top of my ass, and I swear I felt his limp but still sizable penis touching my hip for a few precious seconds. I laughed and pushed up against Shane amiably, but too soon, he climbed off. I rolled over and lay on the bed, my erection almost gone. Shane was standing at the foot of the bed.
April yawned and remarked, “You guys are hilarious. I must work in the morning, but it’s late.” You’re free to stay,” she added, rolling over to face down while remaining fully clothed. “That sounds wonderful to me,” Shane said, getting into bed.
I got up and went to the restroom because I had to urinate. As I washed my hands, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, stunned by what had transpired—an abundance of electricity. I was also unable to articulate certain emotions to myself fully. I turned to gaze as I made my way back into the bedroom. The little bulb remained glowing. April was fast asleep, her back to the wall and her eyes closed. She was breathing steadily and profoundly. With his eyes closed and his penis propped up on his abdominals, Shane lay in the middle of the bed. Adonis is dozing off.
Even though I couldn’t believe what I was thinking, I was positive that I wanted him then. It must be beer fog. He briefly opened his eyes to see me looking at him. He joked, “Do I have a bug on me?” “No,” I said with a laugh. After saying, “Then lie down and sleep,” he closed his eyes again. I sat on the side of the bed closest to him because he didn’t seem to mind. After considering it, I chose not to get back up and go through the heap of clothes we had left at the foot of the bed. I sat down on my side and turned my back to Shane. When I went to sleep, I thought about what to do with my feelings for Shane.
Later in the night, I felt a tiny bit of Shane on my back as I woke up. I went back to sleep, not bothering to get up. I felt him touch me again later that night, a hand pressing against my behind this time. I stayed put one more. The hand made a slight, almost caressing, movement on my ass. I assume I dropped off again because I remained motionless, not even allowing myself to think he was awake and that this was deliberate.
A few hours later, I heard him urinating in the bathroom and felt him get out of bed. I rolled over onto my back and opened my eyes gradually. I could tell it was dawn since the room was lighter. Though sleepy, I was happy I didn’t feel overly hungover. Before Shane returned to the room, I discovered I had a considerable morning woody. It was a reflex, so I hastily disguised it by grabbing a cushion. He chuckled. Not at all timid, he stood at the end of the bed, his penis still semi-erect with morning wood. He gave his abs a little scratch. He laughed once again. “Suddenly shy?” Now that I was awake, I thought it was a little ludicrous, “I’ve already seen that big ole dick in action, bro.” I hurled the pillow in his direction.
With his dick still hardening, Shane crawled back onto the bed and leaned against some pillows. I discovered April had disappeared. He caught my sidelong gaze. “April had to go to work a little bit ago. She told me to lock up. She was still raving about that sex, bro.” “Hmmm,” I said. “That’s hot for sure.” “Yes,” he said. He chuckled again and said, “Fucking amazing.” As he spoke, he started to caress his penis lightly. He said, “She had such a hot body.” “Incredible titties and a hot ass. And that twat….”
Now, he was squeezing his balls with one hand and masturbating with the other. Was he jerking off here, lying to me? Indeed, he was. I gave him time to observe and see if he would keep jacking. Yes, he did. I also rested on a couple of pillows. I concurred, “She was hot.” Now that I was clean, I was a little more self-conscious and found it difficult to drag my dick out in front of another man. And yet there it was, pulsating and stiff. He gave a bit more strokes and said, “I loved it when she sucked both our dicks.” Shane began to caress his monster carefully, saying, “Man, fucking her was fantastic. That pussy was SO tight.” “She made me cum quick. I think I jizzed gallons.”
“I know. I felt it in there when it was my turn,” I chuckled. To what end was this heading? I was so desperate to be close to him at that moment. “Yes,” he chuckled. “Sloppy seconds. Sorry about that.”
I answered, “No worries, it was a hot feeling that was in there,” without really considering the tone of my words. “Really?” he asked, glancing at me. I was at a loss for words, so I grinned.
“What will you do about that woody?” inquired the man. He was gazing at my cock and stroking himself a bit more forcefully now. He looked directly at her and said, “You ever fuck a girl with another guy like last night?” I answered, “No, that was new.” “I’ve done two girls simultaneously but never with another guy.” “You like it?” inquired the man. How did he want me to put it? Yes, I answered, enjoying it. And I had to do it—I reached down and began massaging my pulsating penis.
“Fuck yeah,” Shane said. He was very chatty. “What did you like about it?” Damn. However, I thought that was nice.
“TBH, watching a friend fuck and get pleasure was scorching,” I thought. “Maybe that’s weird.”
He said, “No, that’s not weird.” As if it were the first time, he added, “I get off on that part, too.”
Curious but still enjoying myself, I said, “Have you done that before?” The activities of the night left my dick feeling a little sticky.
He continued to stroke that gorgeous cock and said, “Oh, hell yeah.” “I had a friend in high school that I used to tag team with all the time. He’s in the Navy now, fucking pussy all over the world. Lucky bastard,” he said. He glanced back at me and said, “He was a hot guy, a lot like you.”
I teased him with a giggle, “You think I’m hot?”
“Undoubtedly,” he grinned. Was he saying that I had a “perfect body—lean, toned, athletic? Great face, good personality”?
It seemed like I flushed a little. Still caressing my pole, I responded, “Um, thanks, I think.” I didn’t want to misinterpret anything and screw this whole situation to hell, but the strain was intense enough to choke me. I plucked up the courage to tell her, “You’re hot yourself.” And it was. Oh no, that was accurate.
Yes, he replied. He was now stroking his flawless penis with long, powerful strokes, saying, “Think of the two of us studs fucking that hot chick. She was digging it.” His left hand was now gripping his nipple, and he said, “You should have seen yourself drilling her, Travis. You were a machine. You fucked her so hard she was gasping.”
I enjoyed this talk immensely. I was jerking my cock wildly and had overcome all embarrassment. “That fucking hand of yours had her gasping, bro. You were grinding on her clit, and she could barely breathe. And you already had her so ready, man. She was so fucking wet after you shot up in her.”
“Yeah, man,” Shane exhaled more forcefully.
I continued where he had left off. “When you first stuck that big dick in her, I thought she was going to cum right then, bro. You were fucking her like there was no tomorrow. It was amazing.”
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Shane shouted, tightly gripping his shaft.
That immediately slipped out, “Yeah, Shane, your ass was so fucking hot as you fucked that pussy.” Too much?
Shane shot back, “God, Travis, we fucked her into next week.” “I want to do it again, man. I want to see your face as you blow your load in her hot pussy.”
He screamed, “Oh, yeah, buddy, I’m gonna cum….FUCK.” he sprayed large gobs of thick cum up onto his gorgeous abs, with a couple of squirts reaching his upper chest. I was so close to simply reaching over and grabbing his dick. He exclaimed, “SHIT, yeah,” while sucking the last few droplets from his cock.
As I saw my friend burst his load, I was breathing heavily, eager, and stroking frantically. “Oh my goodness, Shane, that was enormous,” I exhaled as I continued to stroke and drew nearer.
Shane shouted, rolling onto his side to gaze at me, “Come on, Travis, bust it,” with sperm streaming down his chest and stomach. I wanted him to come over to me and smear the sperm on his large hand. I nearly had an orgasm when I believed he was considering it and reaching for me with his hand. I let out a “SHIIIT” as I fired six or seven large wads of hot cum, one of which struck my chin.
Shane taunted, “Damn, dude, you’re gonna put your eye out.” I chuckled. Then he sprang to his feet to get dressed and find a washcloth. He remarked, “I’m going to be late for class.”
“Oh, shit,” I murmured, realizing just now that I had a 9 AM and the clock by my bed stated 840. We silently and quickly got dressed. “Now for the walk of shame. I hope no one remembers what we were wearing yesterday. They’ll know we’re sluts,” he joked as we put on our final items of clothing. He chuckled and looked so darn cute. “Did it bother you that I was touching you last night?” he said in jest as we left.
I was not expecting that.
Was he referring to our sexual encounters or our later nights? “No,” I blurted out. “Just figured you were moving in your sleep.” “Oh,” he replied. “I was awake.” He said, cutting me off before I could reply, “Catch ya later, gotta hustle.” Then he left, moving almost at a trot. Shane’s next lesson was at the end of the campus, and April’s apartment was just off it. I got in my car and headed to class while thinking back on the bizarre things that had happened and speculating about what may have happened if there was a future instance.
