Let me start off by saying that I am a bi male. I love cock but also get completely turned on by a sexy woman. There are some days where all I can think about is getting fucked by a hot bear type guy. And on other days I can't wait to fuck my girl and lick her pussy.
This story is from when I was eighteen and considered myself straight. Back then I never found any guy hot or even good looking.
When I was young I would go hunting with my mom's boyfriend. He was a wealthy German guy who made his money in manufacturing. He was part owner of a house in the mountains with another of his German buddies. In the winter during deer season there were around 10-12 other German guys who would stay at the house and hunt. In addition to hunting there was plenty of drinking and eating as well.
The house was just a shell. There were bedrooms, each with several beds, the kitchen where most of the guys would hang out and drink and another room with just a sofa and table. Everything else had been stolen by the locals over the years. They knew there was no risk since most of the year the property was vacant. No TV, nothing hanging on the walls, nothing. Just a place for the guys to hang in between hunts. It was on a road with only one other house in view.
Each of the guys would chip in to cover their stay and food etc. Although some of them were wealthy each had earned their living with their hands and through hard work. None of them had office jobs. Often they would be talking in German and I had no idea what they were talking about. I was the only young one in the bunch as most were in their late forties or even early fifties.
For as long as I can remember I have always been a very sexual person. Every night I would be so horny and couldn't wait to get into my bed so I could jerk off. I'd zip into my sleeping bag on the bed and get naked and enjoy my body. Most nights there were other guys sleeping in the beds close by. And usually they would snore so I knew they were sleeping and didn't have to worry about any of them noticing what I was doing.
From when I was young I was always horny and needed to masturbate daily. Then add in the booze and it only made me that much more uninhibited.
One particular night I had been stroking for around 15 minutes and then Buvi came stumbling into the room. He was one of the older guys, around 5' 10 and a little over weight with a scruffy unshaven look all of the time. I was surprised since he had been sleeping in another room and both of the other guys in my room were already asleep.
As he was stumbling around in the room and mumbling to himself I realized he was so drunk he thought he went to his room. My sleeping bag was unzipped since I was feeling especially horny that night. I barely had myself covered when I was jerking and quickly covered myself when he came in. It was completely dark in the room (just some light coming in from the hallway light) but I could tell he was standing beside my bed and taking his clothes off. When he was naked except for his boxers he climbed into my bed. I was so nervous and had no idea what was going on. There I was totally naked with this guy now lying next to me. I had no idea what he was mumbling since he was one of the guys who only spoke German.
While I was scared and had no idea what was happening, my cock was still as hard as a rock from my hot jerk session. I lay there completely still and Buvi began to touch me, slowly rubbing his hands on my body. My eyes were open wide and my heart was racing. I remained completely still. Then as his hand brushed my pubic hair I let out a slight whimper and began to realize my body wanted more and did not want him to stop.
I was lying on my back and he was on his side facing me. His hand lightly brushed up and down my body from my bush up to my nipples. He tweaked my nipples rolling them in his big fingers and the next thing I knew he was nibbling on my ear.
I had no idea what was happening. After all I was young, and a virgin, and there was a fifty something year old guy practically naked in bed with me. What I did know was I loved the way his touch felt. As he was nibbling on me I noticed I pushed aside the sleeping bag that had been covering my naked body and my legs had splayed open somewhat as a result of his touch.
I quickly realized he must have been so drunk he had no idea where he was or what he was doing. That thought helped me relax somewhat as his hand drifted from my nipples down toward my cock. My hands had been by my side since he came into the room and by now my cock was aching to be touched again.
This time his hand didn't stop at my bush but continued down as he took a firm grasp of my swollen cock. He was still mumbling in German but now said slut a few times mixed in.
My mind raced and I was ready for anything.
His hands were large, almost swollen, and rough. But somehow my body and cock craved for more of his touch. Initially he just gripped me near the base and tugged slightly without sliding up and down.