My First Cock A Bi Experience

I was about 20, and my friend Tony the same. We had been friends since we were probably 11 or 12, and I was close friends with his three sisters and younger brother as well as well. I had recently dated his sister Carol but we had gone back to being just friends.

I had a separate friend group which were guys I was in a rock band with, and their girlfriends, as well as my new girlfriend, Amy.

Tony and I would hang around occasionally, talk, go swimming in my pool, etc.

At this time, I had no inkling of having any attraction to a guy. I was VERY interested in girls.

People had made comments here and there about Tony being "faggy" but I never thought about it one way or another.

I am still not even entirely sure how it happened. We came in from swimming and went into my room to change back into dry clothes. My mom was home downstairs.

As we changed, I noticed Tony seemed like he was getting hard. Again, I have no recollection of being attracted to him, or any flirting or anything. I an not sure what made me brazen enough to do this but I started to stroke myself and said "Do you like this more than girls?" Tony shrugged. I stepped closer. He didn't move back. I took my cock and pressed it against his. It felt very natural as we started rubbing against one another, and then grinding. Our breathing increases. We didn't start kissing or anything. I asked "Do you like this". He said "Yes" and closed his eyes. I said "Better than girls?" He again said "Yes". To my surprise, I heard myself say "Me too."

I will never know what would have happened next. But we heard footsteps as my mom was coming up the stairs, so we stepped back and started getting dressed. He left shortly afterward without a word.

I could not sleep all night. I was a nervous wreck. There were no cell phones yet, so my mind ran wild with who he might tell, or who would know the next day. As I realized the next day, he told no one.

I thought about what had happened. A lot. I was not sure why I did that, or more so, why I liked it. I wanted to do it again though.

A couple of days later, I ran into Tony. We talked about everything except what happened. I asked him if he wanted to come over after dinner. He said "Sure". As my family ate dinner, my heart was pounding. I'm wondering "Does he want to do this again?" And "Oh my God why do I want to do this again? Am I gay?"

When he came over I told my mom we were going to go hang in the basement. That was common since my band practiced there because I was the drummer. We went downstairs, and I closed the door behind us. I said something like "Do you want to do that again?" He nodded "Yes". I remember guiding him to the side of the basement away from the stairs, so we would have time to react if my mom came down to do laundry or whatever.

He began to unzip his jeans. I don't know why but I didn't unzip mine. Instead, I got on my knees. I pulled his jeans and underwear down and began to suck him. I know he was as shocked as I was. I'd been sucked off before by girlfriends, so I just kind of duplicated what they did. He began pumping his hips, and his now hard cock was sliding in and out of my mouth. My hands grabbed his ass and I continued throating him. I was getting so turned on. He obviously got real excited and started to come. without warning, he pulled his cock out of my mouth, with cum flying everywhere - my hair, my face, the basement floor.

I laugh now because I actually scolded him like "Why did you do that? Next time leave it in my mouth."

He said "OK". He then left and we didn't say anything else.

The next day, I asked him again to hang after dinner. He came over and I followed the same pattern, down to the basement. He immediately took out his cock and was again sliding it in and out of my mouth. I was so excited knowing he was about to get off in my mouth.

Suddenly 'Tap, tap' on the back door to my basement, and voices "Hey, Billy". I jumped up frantically! As Tony pulled up his jeans, I realized my band mates had come to the door that led from my yard to the basement.

I let them in, and they said hi to Tony. They all knew each other but were not close friends. I was dying for a minute, wondering could they have seen anything or possibly suspect. They could not, of course, as I was well out of their view from the door, and there was a curtain. But my mind raced.

A few days later, my parents were going to visit my aunt. I knew they would be gone several hours. The drive alone was 45 minutes each way.

I called Tony and asked if he wanted to come swimming. He said "Sure". We hung out in the pool for a while, then I said "Want to go inside?" and he said "Yeah".

We went inside, and went up to my room. We took off all our clothes and got on my bed. I began sucking him, and with the house empty he was anything but quiet. He was groaning and saying "Suck my cock!" over and over.

We began to 69. I'm laying on my bed, this guy sucking my cock, and he's on top of me, fucking my mouth, his balls on my face, and I'm loving it. He smelled so fresh, having just come out of the pool. His balls hitting my forehead and eyes and nose as I sucked him was so sexy. I stopped sucking him for a minute and tongued his balls. He let out an "Oh...Wow" at that. I took him back into my hungry mouth. I wondered what I looked like, his cock in my mouth, his body over mine, his lips sliding up a d down my dick.

He moaned very high pitched and then I felt warm jets of salty cum fill my mouth. I swallowed it and loved it. It was as though he was marking his territory, making me his. I loved thinking that and feeling that.

I knew it was "wrong", or "forbidden", but that just turned me on more. I wanted cock, hard and shooting, in my mouth.

Then the phone rings and slaps me back to reality. I'm like "Really?" It was my girlfriend. She asked what was up. I said not much, but obviously that was not accurate.

She and I were just chatting, meanwhile Tony continued working on my cock. He was sucking and licking my cock, and the sight of its thickness in his mouth drove me wild. He was making eye contact with me which drove me wild. I made some excuse to end my phone call.

I stopped him from sucking me and laid him on my bed, and began humping him. Our cocks were wet and rubbing together. My cock was much thicker than his, but size didn't matter, it just felt so good. I began kissing him, and he responded. We were now humping away and French kissing. I could feel I was going to shoot so I climbed above his head and offered him my cock. A few thrusts and I was coming in his mouth. He gagged a little, as I don't think he completely enjoyed, or maybe expected, what came.

He was still hard so I slid back down to his cock. I was stroking his meat and began licking, then sucking, his balls. He was really into it, and I could not believe how turned on I was to give blowjobs but I didn't want it to end. With time to enjoy it without interruption, I was able to take in every detail. He was circumcised, as was I. His cock head was beautiful, a large bulbous shape. His shaft, while not thick, was veiny. This turned me on immensely. Soon enough he began bucking his hips, moaning, and I kept playing with his balls, which actually were nice and heavy (as I later found out by comparison to other lovers). He had really nice, smooth, BIG balls.

He grabbed my hair and began mouth fucking me with a last few furious strokes, and soon I felt the now recognizable taste of jizz, thick and warm, and I got off just knowing he was coming in my mouth, coating my throat, and moving my head back and forth forcefully with his hands. So much so, I would ask any man I serviced after that to hold my head or pull my hair.

He came over a couple of more times, and I gave him blowjobs, him always nutting in my mouth, and me hungrily swallowing his load. We drifted apart after that. Not sure why. I know Tony ended being gay. I am not sure if he was just learning that and became uncomfortable discovering himself?

I think I was his first cock, and he was mine. I knew I preferred women much more, but would always crave an occasional cock. Not a man, but a cock. I was comfortable having sex with men, kissing, fucking, anything, but if it was simply me blowing them, I was perfectly fine with that. I do regret that we did not fuck that one night on the bed. I remained curious about fucking a guy for years after that. I am not sure it would have worked since I now realize he is a bottom, but I also now know that I prefer being fucked by a guy than fucking a guy. But I feel like we could have possibly both enjoyed it. I certainly would have loved to feel those massive balls slapping against my ass.