My bi journey started 20 odd years ago. I read online about an adult cinema where there were men who would try it on. Prior to that the thought of letting another man touch me had never entered my head. My curiosity got the better of me and I went to see for myself. It wasn’t long before someone came and sat next to me as I sat wanking over the film. After initially stopping his hand as he groped up my leg I decided to let him do it, and he wanked me off to an intense orgasm, followed immediately by such shame that I had to leave as soon as I could get out of there, not even waiting to clean myself up properly. I did go back though, several times.
I only ever let them wank me, and couldn’t bring myself to return the favour. On one occasion I stood in the aisle and was surrounded by men touching me and wanking me. One tried to suck my cock while I had to clench my bottom tight to resist the tongue that was trying to find its way in. I always drew the line strictly at touching only.
The phase passed after a few visits, and save for the occasional fantasy and retelling the same story online in various places (including on here) I had no bi experiences in the interim.
So when I took the plunge recently and attended a bi party I went with the intention of finding my way slowly, at my own pace. There was a small chance I might succumb to a blowjob but I would be in control, right?
I got chatting to a couple, along with another single guy. He clearly knew the ropes, and talked about his experiences at other clubs. He was quite sure of himself and I could hardly get a word in, feeling a bit like a spare part. His banter worked and later in the evening he went into one of the playrooms with both of them. Having struck up a rapport myself I took the plunge and went in to watch as the two guys played with her. Feeling bolder I undressed,.
I had worn a pair of crotchless thong panties, which conveniently had a gap for my cock to poke through. It was partly because I like it, and partly as a signal. I didn’t know the etiquette at a bi night, where some of the guys would be straight, accompanying their bi female partners. I figured strutting around in a pair of knickers was a good sign to the bi guys that it was safe to approach. I brought girls’ clothes too, but was too self-conscious to put them on when I saw all the TVs dress up properly and they stayed in my bag.
As I stood there watching with my erection standing proudly out of my thong Mr Cocky saw it and asked the lady if it was OK for me to join in. I find this fascinating and it’s not the first time that another guy than the woman’s partner has taken the lead role in being her gatekeeper. It happened to me recently at another venue.
She agreed, and I joined to make a foursome. She sucked us all, they fucked her. I decided to test the bi waters, so to speak, and fondled Mr gym-fit Cocky’s bum as she sucked him and he didn’t flinch. I’ve never touched another man like that before.
Then it happened. Mr Cocky turned from her and took my cock in his mouth, and started sucking me off. I didn’t see it coming. It was erotic, confusing, incredible. She joined him and I had a man and a woman sharing my cock together. I was almost too shocked to enjoy it. An audience had gathered outside the room. I overheard a woman say “well, there’s a guy in there being sucked off by another guy”. I felt strange that someone who was talking over me and barely acknowledging me earlier in the evening was now on his knees with my willy in his mouth.
I broke it off and took my own turn to fuck her. Afterward I kissed her, and she tasted salty. It was dirty and I liked it.
Someone once told me, when I said I would never let a guy suck me, that I would one day. It turns out they were right. Am I bisexual now? I don’t know. Probably. I’ll stick with bicurious for now. I don’t fancy men, but in the right situation… Unexpectedly I had gone to the party intending to succumb to wanking another guy’s cock and didn’t, ironically.
I know I’ll get my cock sucked again. Now it’s happened there’s no going back, and given the number of offers I’ve had over the years it’s only a matter of time. I get a lot of interest from bi couples and if I hear from a couple I like and he wants to suck me I’ll probably say yes. Probably. I don’t feel guilt or shame anymore, just a desire to stay safe. Meeting a single guy feels too weird, but a bi wanking group…I could be persuaded. |
