I have been recounting two close yet very seperate periods in my life in these stories. One, at the end of high school and that summer leading up to college, takes place at the end of the 70s. The other is a few years into college, in the early 80s.
The former was a time of finding myself, sexually, and included a remarkable amount of straight lovemaking with willing neighbor girls and various schoolmates and relatives, and an incredible number of bi oral encounters with neighbor boys and schoolmates and relatives, in my barn and my neighbor Donny's barn. Donny and I grew up 69ing each other all the time, sometimes twice a day, and always laughing and goofing about it. He also had two sisters close to my age who were a part of our ongoing sex play, in stories I have yet to pen for Lit.
The college years were entirely straight for me, yet my closest friends were a few straight and lesbian girls who redefined what was acceptable sexual interaction between us and gleefully tossed society's norms and restrictions out the window. It was beautiful, and always pursued and practiced with a grin!
Please feel free to read the other stories... just look up 'Bi Friends" and please feel free to e-mail comments or send similar reminiscence.
Raj Pepper (Lookin' At You!)
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One day, I was out riding with Donny and a visitor. The visitor's name was Will and he was a senior at a military academy in Wayne, PA. The school actually had a cavalry unit, called D Troop, and we knew a few of the riders through our circle. Though he was the same age as Donny and I (18), Will was a little smaller than we were, wiry, with hair that was very short for the 70s. A nice enough kid, it seemed, though I mostly took the gung ho crowd with a grain of salt. He roared up and over the hill ahead in a show of horsemanship, and Donny and I talked a little.
"So, is he game?"
"Sure! We took the piss test already" The piss test was something we'd done with SO many people over the years. There was an old work sink from the former servant's kitchen that was a long, low white porcelain job. It had been in the barn as a work sink, watering trough and pissoir as long as I could remember. You suggest to whoever you're with, as you pass near it, that you have to take a leak, and simply whip it out and pee. They either pause while you go, or whip it out and pee too. If they just waited the first time, most people couldn't wait to pee there next time they came through the room. Then you pull yours out and pee again with them. There is a certain amount of grinning and checking each other out, and often enough it breaks right into a few or many strokes. Sometimes Donny and I would double team guys, so that here were two masculine, sure of themselves boys with huge grins and half hard ons, looking at your willie while you peed. It was fairly irresistable in it's promise of good clean fun to come, so to speak.
Donny and Will had had their pee, and they now had a clear, unspoken understanding that more was to come at the end of the ride.
