My Girlfriend recently asked me about any gay/bisexual experiences I had and I never really fully answered her question. We were in bed at the time and I was easily distracted. Rather than bring the subject up again, I thought I'd post it on here and send her the link.....
It was twenty years ago now, I was seeing a girl by the name of Sarah, who was, arguably, more sexually mature than I was at that age and she led me into trying a whole range of new experiences, maybe I'll write about those one day too. Anyhow, she'd told me that she was bi curious on a number of occasions and when she brought up the subject of a threesome, I naturally assumed that she meant with another girl. It never occurred to me that she quite liked putting things in me – fingers, vibrators etc, or that I had made no secret of the fact that I quite liked her doing it. A week or so went past since she mentioned the threesome and I had kind of let it slip my mind, so when she invited me to her house one damp April Friday evening, I didn't give it any more thought.
Friday afternoon soon came around and I was getting close to packing up at work for the day, when Sarah called me up.
"Hi, just wanted to speak to you before tonight, I've, erm, invited someone else, hope you don't mind?"
My mind went straight back to the threesome conversation.
"Of course not," I replied, trying to hide my excitement, "why should I mind?"
"Excellent, see you at about seven then?"
"Yep, see you then!" I closed the mobile down and became very aware that my cock was getting very hard in my trousers. It was only just gone four. I packed up and left the office before driving the half an hour home. I showered and changed and ate a snack, killing time before heading over to Sarah's house.
Sarah's house was much older than mine and she had a log fire in the living room, I could smell the fire as I walked to her front gate. It was cold, grey and damp outside and the thought of a real fire burning was really something to look forward to. I pressed the doorbell and waited for her to answer. She opened the door, I could see her cheeks were flushed beneath her specs, either she was excited or she'd already had a drink. She stood aside and let me enter, before closing the door behind me. I followed her down the short hallway to the living room at the back of the house. Her dark curly hair bouncing with each bare footed step. She wore tight blue jeans and a thin white vest top, I could see that there was nothing under her top, but the pantie line was clearly visible beneath the taut denim.
"Come through." She called, "there's someone I want you to meet."
I followed her into the living room and sitting there on the sofa was................... Paul. A guy. Not a girl in any way, shape or form.
"Oh, er, hi." I said, slightly taken aback, "Leigh." I offered my outstretched hand for him to shake.
