As a bisexual male I gave my first BJ to classmate of mine. About a month later I received my first BJ from his then girlfriend, now wife. To this day, neither is aware of what I did with the other. When they got married in the late 80s, she supposedly told him that the only thing she ever did with other guys was kissing. I can't vouch for what she did with other guys but I can you that me and her definitely did more than just kiss one night when he was out of town with his family. Here is what happened:
Keith and Carol and been going out steady since the Jr. High days. To the best of my knowledge neither had dated anyone else. Both Keith and Carol wound up graduating in the top 10 of our class. Both wound up going to elite academic institutions in the fall. And Carol never had the "reputation" of being one of those girls. Anyone who was around during late 70s knows exactly what I mean. Carol was an honors student who, in those days, dressed in the "Annie Hall" style. She had Plain Jane look on the outside but if you looked deep enough there was hidden sensuality. By no means could anyone consider her unattractive. At the same time she was raised in one of those Catholic Orthodox religions and would go to church every Sunday for 2-3 hours. Needless to say, sex outside of marriage was strictly prohibited and her parents were very strict. Still, she was a very nice person and was caring, very intelligent and carried on very interesting, engaging conversations. The truth of the matter was, I loved speaking with her and did so often. I just found her interesting as hell.
Me and Keith were just about to graduate High School. Life was grand back then. We just turned 18 and in those days it was legal to drink at 18. Plus we both had cars. The only thing missing was that while we both had girlfriends, neither of us had been laid nor even gotten a BJ. The best thing I ever got were hand jobs while making out with my girlfriend. And I didn't have too many girlfriends back in those days.
But Keith was different. It seemed like we were pals forever. He wasn't part of that crowd. He was always very gentle, soft spoken and very open and easy to talk to. Whether it be playing tennis, going to concerts or sneaking beers when we were younger, we always had a very close friendship and enjoyed each other's company. As we progressed through school, we spend more and more time together. In one of our drunken/stoned fests I could have sworn he threw of some signals to me that he was interested in me sexually but I dismissed his actions as wishful thinking or delusions on my part. Nobody in school would ever suspect that I had lustful desires for other guys. I remained buried deep in the closet and for my safety wanted it to remain that way at least for the time being.
Then, one day a month before graduation, Keith and I cut school. Both his parents had gone to work and his older sisters were still at college. We fired up our first joint at 8:30 AM. We smoked and smoked and by 9:30 we were good and stoned. Then we started drinking some of his dad's whiskey.
Then Keith brought out his dad's porn collection. By today's standards most of it would be considered soft core (Playboy, Penthouse, etc.) but there were a couple hard core mags in there showing people fucking. We sat on the edge of Keith's bed and poured through them. I did a quick glance at Keith's crotch and saw that he was already hard. I also noticed he took his time and lingered over the pages that showed naked men.
As the prog rock music from the radio blared out, I was getting deliriously horny from staring at Keith. He was a good looking guy, about 6. ft. 2, and on the thin side; maybe 175 lbs. I had seen him naked in the locker room and found myself thinking more and more about his naked body when I would jack off. At the same time I was very apprehensive about going any further. What if he would go public if I made a move on him? In the late 70s it was dangerous to be found out as gay or bisexual. There was a group of 4-5 jock/Neanderthal types in our school would have "fag hunting" parties and find someone was gay or who they thought was gay (or bi) and beat the hell out of him. Sometimes putting the victim in the hospital. I know we weren't the only neighborhood who had these types and I sure as hell didn't want to be the next victim.
I was pretty fucked up myself when I asked him
"So did you get any ideas for you and Carol?"
To which he said
"Ha! I wish! The only thing she'll do with me is make out and let me touch her tits"
"Too bad" I said. "And not even a BJ, huh"
"Man what I wouldn't give to have one!" Then he confessed "That would be my first."
My eyes locked onto his. Call it the weed, call it the booze but my next words to him was
"I can take care of that for you"
I damn near had a panic attack over what just came out of my mouth.
"Seriously?" Then he lowered his voice.
"I'd like that very much. I have been thinking about us doing this for some time"
I couldn't believe my ears but I still need to be convinced more. So I told him
"We have to keep quiet about this. Neither one of us wants our reputation ruined nor our families to find out. Plus we don't want the Hitler Youth coming after us'
He just smiled, took down his jeans to his ankles and laid across the side of his bed with his feet on the floor. I knew it was now or never so I knelt between his legs and put his hard cock in my mouth. He wasn't overly big, about 5.5 but it was more than enough for me.
I really didn't know what I was doing so I tried to imitate what I saw in porn movies. I let his cock and ball aroma fill my senses as I put the head in my mouth. I heard him let out a deep groan as he said "Damnnn"