Chapter 3: Harry's Graduation
Thanks for all the positive comments about my bi-experiences which are true accounts of what has happened to me over the years. Names have been changed to protect the guilty.
Harry's head was in something of a whirl. He knew that he still enjoyed sex with women (although he hadn't been tasting pussy as much as he would like) but after his recent experiences with John his thoughts were preoccupied with the joys of sucking cock and now, after his latest experience, of being royally fucked into the bargain. He could never have had imagined the pleasurable sensations that could be derived by having a cock slide in and out of his arse. The mere thought of it now gave him a raging hard on.
Throughout his adult life he had been aware that gay men fancied him, and whilst his ego enjoyed the compliment he'd generally found the thought of making love to a man something of a turn-off, but as John had now shown him he was simply fighting the inevitable. With the benefit of hindsight he could see this now. All these years he had clearly been in denial. Who had he been kidding?
Whilst he looked forward to his next lesson with John, he also craved, with a certain sense of apprehension, to taste another cock and finally graduate to becoming a truly active bi-male. That said even Harry couldn't have anticipated where his next offer of cock would come from or the ramifications it would have.
He had been invited around to a long-time friend and his wife for dinner and as was customary he brought a large bottle of whisky with him to help proceedings along. His friend was quite a character, forever challenging him about one life choice or another, but over the years they had established a very close friendship. There was also an added incentive to his visits since he fancied his wife something rotten, whose svelte figure and ample breasts made his cock tingle with the thought of nestling between them.
Until now he hadn't really given much thought about how his friend, Giles, actually looked. But John had opened up new sexual horizons to him and Harry now found himself subconsciously checking Giles out. The first thing that people meeting Giles comment upon is his smouldering deep dark brown eyes – you'd describe them as 'come to bed with me eyes' and it was fair to say that many a woman had been drawn to his particular bed. Even in marriage he knew that when Giles was away on business he couldn't resist bedding an obliging woman – or 'filly' - his less than endearing term for them. In fact, for those in the know, his sexual conquests were legendary. Giles had a lean, toned physic and what only Harry could describe as a sexual swagger. He exuded sex from every pore. Harry often wished that he was more like him – he'd appreciate his bank balance too.
The evening passed by pleasantly enough and as the effects of the second bottle of Merlot took its effect Harry lost track of time. Looking at his watch it was clear that he was going to miss his last train home. Fortunately this wasn't a problem since it wasn't unusual for Harry to sleep over on the sofa-bed. As was also customary Giles' wife would make her excuses and retire leaving the two men to put the world to rights and slowly polish off the bottle of fine malt whisky.
"So bedded any fillies that I should know about?" challenged Giles in his usual blunt, provocative fashion.
Harry wouldn't normally have batted an eyelid to such a direct question, but this time he hesitated and finally replied, "Well it's been an interesting few weeks to say the least."
"How so?" asked Giles, his interest clearly aroused.
Harry took a large gulp of whisky to steady his nerves. His friendship with Giles had always been a frank and open one. Giles would describe in detail his love making sessions with his wife and other conquests and Harry would happily reciprocate, but this particular confessional was a little more - awkward. He wasn't sure how Giles, the archetype alpha male, would react.
