This story involves a guy's discovery of his bisexual nature and specifically involves male on male sex. As usual, if this is not your thing, please move on to a different story!
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I guess the cautionary part of this tale is to be careful when you make a bet. On the other hand, you may just discover things about yourself!
My friend Jane was always kind of wild. Uninhibited in almost any way, she and I had had more than one romp in bed together. She was the one who introduced me to my own cum when she gave me a blow job and immediately kissed me, fully pushing my entire load from her mouth into mine. Instead of hating it, I loved it, which was quite surprising to me. After that, we played lots of cum games - boob jobs where I would clean up the pearl necklace, cumming on her hairy pussy and then I'd eat it up, cumming on her ass and back and licking it all up. It even included one where she showed up at my door saying how horny she was, and she led me quickly to the bedroom and proceeded to feed me cum from her "date" with another guy right from her pussy! Again, I'd expected to be grossed out by it, but it turned me on completely! After eating her out, we fucked and I shot my load inside her, and then ate her out again!
One afternoon when she was at my place she looked at me with an odd look on her face.
"What?" I asked.
"Make a bet with me!" she replied.
"What kind of bet?" I asked.
"I can drink you under the table!" she said.
"Ridiculous!" I replied, "I outweigh you by almost 90 pounds!"
"Yep, but I'll do it! First one to pass out or cry 'Uncle!' loses! What do you say?"
"What do I get if I win?" I asked.
"Well, once we're sober again, I'll be your sex slave for a week - anything you want, and I do mean anything!"
"What if, and it won't happen, but what if I lose?"
"Then I surprise you!"
I just looked at her confidently and said "You're on!"
We headed to the kitchen and my liquor cabinet and started the game, a shot at a time. One bottle of bourbon gone, we cracked the second. I was really wobbly by then, but somehow she did not seem as far gone as me. About half way down the second bottle, I could barely get the shot glass to my lips. She was really blurry, along with everything else in the room, when I poured the next shot completely down my chin.
"I win!" she declared.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!" I replied, completely slurred. "That wasss jussst a misssss - a misssss - a missstake!"
I tried a second time, but watched as the room darkened and I passed out.
Somehow, I woke up, naked in the bathtub, my head in a vice and fucking freezing. The shower was on and the cold water was raining down on me.
"Jane!" I shouted, "help me!"
She laughed as she came in from the bedroom.
"Are you awake?" she asked.
"Turn on some warm water!" I almost screamed, "this is fucking freezing my balls off!"
"You ran out of hot water about 10 minutes ago!" she said, still laughing.
I crawled out of the tub, and fed the porcelain throne my stomach contents. She helped me dry off and I stumbled into the bed.
I don't know how long I slept, but when I awoke again it was dark outside. My head still felt like hell, and I got some water to drink, and went back to bed. Jane was softly sleeping and I cradled her as I climbed back into bed.
The next day I was hungover and barely ate, but Jane had a shit eating grin on her face.
"So, what's my surprise?" I asked.
"You'll see!" she replied, "but not today, you need to be far clearer in your head than you can possibly be today!"
A few days later, she called me at work.
"We're going out on Friday evening!" she said. "I won't tell you where, but dress in something that might get a little dirty, and I'll come by your place at 10:30!"
"That late to start?" I asked.
"Yep! It's someplace - special!"
I was filled with questions, none of which she would answer.
On Friday evening, I dressed casually and waited for her to pick me up. She was wearing a short black dress and looked sexy as hell, but would not tell me where we were going. In fact, once I was in the car, she put a blindfold on me.
"Hey, what the fuck?" I protested.
"All will be revealed!" was all that she would say.
We started driving and after about 20 minutes she parked and then opened my door and took my hand.
"Walk with me!" she said.
I stepped unevenly as she guided me along.
"Trust me, Mike," she said, "I'm not going to let you walk into any walls or fall down!"
As we entered a door, I could hear dance music. We walked down a hall, and she lead me into a room. The dance music got muffled a bit, but was still prominent. She sat me down and I could hear the rustle of clothing, and then she began to unbutton my shirt and pull it off of me.
"What's going on?" I asked her.
"Just preparation!" she said.