It was a special time for Carl and Travis. They had a mind-blowing threesome with the hottest girl on campus. and they lost their anal virginity to each other.
All characters engaged in any sexual activity are at least 18.
My first true bisexual experience is still one of my hottest memories. I say "first true experience" because it was the first real bisexual thing I did. I'd fantasized about it. Until that experience, my basketball teammate, Hank, was the closest I came. He and I were 18 years old seniors.
I pushed those thoughts away. I convinced myself that my fascination with cocks was because I had a big one. Several guys in the locker room good-naturedly commented on my dick. In retrospect, some with more than a casual interest. Hank was the only one who pursued that interest.
We frequently eyed each other in the showers, and I suspected he was interested. However, we were both reluctant to make the first move. If one of us were wrong about the other, the talk would roar around school like a moon-bound rocket.
One day we were the last ones leaving the shower after practice. We later admit we lingered, hoping to spend time together.
"Wow, that was a brutal practice," Hank said, lathering up in the shower.
He had a sizeable cock, probably at least seven inches, with the girth of a Polish sausage.
"Yeah! The coach was really pissed off at us for blowing that game against Centerville."
We were next to each other in the showers. I noticed that his cock was semi-hard, as was mine. I wanted to touch it, to see how it felt, but I was afraid to make the first move.
Then Hank dropped his soap. He slipped and fell on his butt when he squatted to pick it up. I laughed at him for his clumsiness and offered my hand to him to help him get up. Instead, he pulled me down because I was laughing at him. We tussled on the shower floor a bit, as boys will do.
I was acutely aware we were naked. As we wrestled, our hands were touching our naked bodies.
His cock hardened, as did mine, as we rolled around on the shower floor. The shower wall brought us up short, and we sat against it under the hot water, laughing and catching our breath. I recall looking over and seeing his cock was hard and sticking out like a flagpole.
"You had better holster that weapon before you hurt somebody," I said, pointing at his cock.
"You should talk! You're sticking out like a flagpole!"
Hank impulsively reached over and slapped my cock. Outraged, playful, and, yes, aroused, I slapped his cock back. I'm not sure which of us stopped the playful slaps and graduated to stroking each other's tool as we sat on the shower floor with the water streaming over us.
"We should stop before someone catches us," I gasped, stroking his dick.
"I know, I know, but this feels so good! I've wanted to do this forever but feared what you might say."
He turned partially to face me and added his other hand to stroking my cock.
"It takes two hands to handle a whopper," he laughed.
The feeling was exquisite. My anus flexed, and my hips pumped as he leaned toward me, gently stroking. I was using just one hand on his.
"Maybe it's like girls' tits. Anything more than a mouthful is wasted."
There was a pregnant silence as we contemplated what I said. Again we both wanted to do it but were afraid to make the first move. I took a deep breath, leaned down, and pulled his cock toward my mouth. For a few halcyon moments, I had a cock in my mouth.
Hank leaned back against the shower, closed his eyes, and rested his hand on my head. Clumsy, inexperienced, and scared to death, I bobbed eagerly on my first cock.
We heard the locker room door open as his precum filled my mouth. We bolted to our feet, our hearts pounding.
It was the custodian. He gave us a curious look and smirked.
"I need to clean up. You guys have to get out of here."
We dressed hurriedly and left. There was no follow-up to that time. We tended to avoid each other from then on. Nearly getting caught destroyed our nerve to do anything like that again. However, I did taste Hanks's precum, and that taste stayed with me!
We probably would have done more, but he moved away that summer. I didn't count fantasizing and early teen experimentation as bisexual activity. Nope, I was solidly straight.
I first had sex with a girl later in my senior year in high school. My buddies and I had been talking about sex for a while. I wanted to do it but hadn't sealed the deal until that night after a high school dance.
Her name was Susan Hanks. She was a tall, angular girl with slim hips and big jugs. In the parlance of the time, we were dating.
Her parents were liberal and allowed us to study in their basement rec room. Inevitably those study sessions turned into groping sessions. Over time we got as far as her stroking my cock while I pushed her sweater up and cucked her nipple.
Any noise would cause us to jump apart and bury our faces in our books.
The dance was just before Spring break. Susan and knew were going to fuck it was just a matter of when and where.
When was after the dance in the back seat of my father's old Chevy. Where was in the woods next to a small pond. Susan was the first woman I saw naked and who saw me naked. It was both of our first time, and there was more sweating and feeling than actual fucking.
I guess I did a good job on her because other girls showed interest in me.
People said I was cute, with an afro fade, grey eyes, and an athletic build. I had the reputation of a "Boy Scout" type..a black boy scout!. After that first time, pussy came my way regularly, and I took advantage of it.
Still, In my private moments, I wondered why guys turned me on. At least, it seemed like they did.
I played sports, primarily baseball and basketball. So, I was used to being around naked guys in the locker room. And honestly, it excited me.
I told myself it was just the male camaraderie...the "being buddies" with guys that I enjoyed, and that nudity in the locker room and locker room talk was just part of that closeness.
But sometimes, at night, my mind wandered back to the locker room, and I contemplated the various bodies I'd seen especially the penises. Some of the guys had nice cocks dangling between their thighs.
But why did I notice that, I asked myself? I was a guy, and I liked tits and pussy. I wasn't supposed to be thinking about dicks
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But I did. A lot!
Occasionally I'd masturbate to porn on the Internet. I particularly liked the back shots of a cock penetrating a pussy. I'd bust my nut watching a stiff dick penetrating a creaming cunt. That was OK. I mean, it was heterosexual fucking I was imagining. No harm done.
In my freshman year in college, an incident made me realize that I was, at a minimum, bisexual.
One of my new acquaintances was on the school's basketball team. I tried out but needed to be better to make the team. but I played many pick-up games and met him through a mutual friend.
