I became aware of my bisexuality at 18 as a senior in highschool. Well, it's not that I wasn't aware of it before that I'd just never found guys super attractive and didn't consciously consider it. The concept occasionally appeared in my fantasies- it just didn't seem urgent to explore. That changed on a wrestling trip to Nebraska for a three state tournament in 1990. It was a typical trip, lots of teenage boys acting crazy when they thought they could get away with it and being generally obnoxious. We had to share rooms and I was paired with Tom Bozeman. He was like any other teenage boy- when he wasn't playing soccer or wrestling he was chasing girls. Not the star of the team but liked well enough by most people who knew him. We were close in age, him a couple months older than I, and could have passed for cousins, if not brothers.
On this particular trip, we were in a Holiday Inn that we discovered had free cable and our room had unscrambled adult channels. Everyone had come in and watched the free porn until about ten thirty when the coach came by and told us to hit the rack. I headed to the shower and by the time I came out, the other guys had left and Tom was watching some movie that had a lot of hot women who didn't seem to be enjoying themselves too much. For that matter, the guys didn't either but it was porn and we were teenage boys. We had to watch.
The volume was turned down pretty low, but loud enough you could still hear the occasional moans from the screen. Tom went to the shower and I just left the tv on, intrigued by the random positions the male lead kept moving his busty partner into every couple of minutes.
In no time at all, the bathroom door opened and the steam from the shower erupted into the main room. Tom, haloed by the light and steam, was standing in the doorway wearing a towel. We were used to seeing guys in the locker room getting ready for matches, weighing in naked and so forth, so it didn't occur to me to be surprised or embarrassed.
Tom walked to his bed , threw on some underwear and got under the covers. We sat there watching for a while, making comments about how the women could really suck and how we'd fuck this one or that one when Tom uttered something that completely floored me.
"You wanna jerk off together?"
I sat quietly for a moment. I looked at him, then I looked at the tv and laughed. "You're joking right?"
He laughed a little too but didn't respond.
"You want to jerk off? I don't do that," I said.
"Bullshit. Everybody jerks off. You don't have to but I'm going to."
I couldn't believe it. I looked over at him again. He had lifted his ass off the mattress and was taking off his skivvies. He was still covered but started stroking his cock clearly under the sheet. Right there in front of me! I already had a hard on, but seeing him there so blatantly stroking really made me want to jerk off. I pulled off my underwear too, and casually stroked my cock. We sat there stroking for a few minutes, neither of us particularly putting any effort into it and then I got a cramp in my calf.
"Son of a bitch," I cried out and went into a fit of spasms on the bed trying to rid myself of the pain.
"What the hell?" Tom jumped up.
"Leg cramp, leg cramp," I whimpered and I looked over at him. His sheets had come off, and he was looking at me.
"You should eat some bananas," he said.
I massaged my leg some more and realized we were both completely uncovered. Then I laughed and said "it's going away now" and leaned back to watch tv some more without adjusting the sheets again. Tom did likewise and within a minute we were glued to a long legged Asian woman deep throating some fat hairy dude.
"Dude, I don't get it," I said, "how come that hot chick is totally sucking his balls and shit... he's fat and hairy."
I glanced at Tom and he was stroking his cock again, this time with no sheets. I watched him for a minute and started stroking my own cock again. He looked at me and I glanced back at the tv. We stayed that way for a couple more minutes, me sneaking glances at him, and I assumed him doing the same. When the camera angle changed to an ass shot of the fat hairy dude, I just turned and watched Tom. He stroked his cock faster and the blue-green glow of the tv made it look like he was in slow motion. I watched his fist move up and down his thick dick and saw the head was shiny with liquid.
"Did you come?"
"No, but I'm going to soon, you gonna watch?"
"Uh, no" I said, but I kept watching.
Tom's fist moved even faster and my eyes kept pace with it. I moved forward a little, shifting to the edge of my bed so that I was sitting up facing his bed.
"Dude, you're watching," he said. "You like it don't you?"
