Bisexual Stories

I’d met Jim in the pub a couple of months ago. I sat at the bar drinking my beer, nibbling on peanuts and lost in my train of thought when he came up from behind me and ordered a beer for himself. He reached over me to take it from the counter, when he somehow got a set of butterfingers and accidentally spilt it all over my shirt. He was mortified; I was too drunk to give a damn. Despite my attempts to put him at ease, he refused to accept anything less than to take my number so that he could pick up my dry cleaning bill. I reluctantly gave it to him but didn’t hold my breath. He’d spilt a beer after all, he didn’t bomb a school. I was certain that he’d wake up in the morning and it would all be forgotten about.

To my surprise, he called me the following day and once again apologized for his clumsiness. He gave me his phone number and asked me to let him know how much he owed for getting the stains cleaned up from my shirt. I rolled my eyes; it’s not as if getting an extra shirt cleaned would make me broke, for heaven’s sake. I promised myself that I wasn’t going to play debt collector over a measly dry cleaning bill and threw his telephone number in the trash. I soon forgot about it.

He called a week later. “Okay, wise guy, enough with the games,” he said. “Since you clearly don’t want to accept my money, how about I buy you a beer at the pub tonight?” (Hmm, beer, now he was talking.) I was astounded by his approach; few people are able to keep their word any longer. He sounded more and more like a very likeable and trustworthy fellow.

That’s how it all begun: A spilt beer, a stained shirt, an apology, my pride, his persistence and our first “date”. Two months had passed and it was spent with our hooking up for a beer (or ten) about twice to three times a week after work. I’d spend all night taking in the gentleness in his brown eyes while his infectious sense of humor and personality kept me in stitches. One night Jim told me that he was bisexual. I was speechless. He took it as a sign that I couldn’t accept him – it couldn’t have been further from the truth. I didn’t know how to make sense out of bisexuality; after all, it isn’t spoken about very often. I explained as much to him, though what I was too embarrassed to add, was that though I’ve always seen myself as being straight, lately I had wondered about what it would be like to “be” with a man. I was curious, yes! That’s it! I was curious.

As each night passed, the “THUD” grew louder and louder until finally, one night, the beer had lowered our inhibitions. We walked to my place. Jim cracked the latest joke and I tried to match him with some of my own. My jokes always paled in comparison. We reached the front door of my apartment building and an awkward silence ensued. It had become clear over the past few weeks that the chemistry between us was building up but I didn’t know how to make sense out of it all. We bid each other an awkward farewell and he started to walk away. My heart raced. I didn’t want him to leave.

“Jim…wait…don’t go!” The words slipped out before I was able to stop them (did I want to stop them?), the volume giving away the urgency that I felt. I then realized that I had grabbed his hand in an attempt to stop him. I blushed while I let his hand go and watched from the corner of my eye as it fell to his side. I looked down at the floor, wishing that it would just open up and swallow me whole. The air was heavy with expectation whilst a deathly silence formed a blanket over the sleeping neighborhood.

I realized that he was waiting for me to continue. I knew I needed to look him in the eye when I invited him up to my apartment for a drink. I just couldn’t bring myself to turn my head upwards and look at him. My heart was pounding in my throat while my courage continued to fade into the evening sky.

I felt a strong hand on my right cheek, it gently tilted my head upwards and before I knew it, Jim’s lips were pressed against mine. My own, yielded and then returned the favor. They opened and allowed his tongue inside, almost as if it was in dire need of exploration. I could taste a combination of beer and the spearmint chewing gum that he’d been chewing on for the past ten minutes.

It was as if the air had been sucked out of my lungs whilst a glowing warmth spread throughout my body; like the effect that a shot of brandy has when drunk on a cold winter’s night. My legs felt as if they were ready to buckle and the prickling sensation of his nine o’clock shadow against my face made the experience even more intense. I could feel myself grow hard…and finally wet. Our kiss felt as if it had lasted for hours while the stars stood by and bore witness to a moment that I knew would be frozen in time and stored in my heart forever.

Jim pulled away, took a step back and smiled at me. I was overwhelmed by the tenderness in his eyes. I wanted to experience more with him – right there and right then. He must have read my mind. I realized that I stood gawking at him…frozen…as he took the keys out of my hand, put my hand inside of his and led me to the front door of the building.

Do you have any idea how difficult it is not to let on that one simply wants to run up two flights of stairs, get the front door open, rip off one’s clothes and encounter a moment of passion?

I was concentrating so hard on composing myself whilst walking (as if there was absolutely no rush in the world) that I didn’t hear what he had to say until he stopped and said, “Donald, is everything alright? You’re frightfully quiet.” I looked back and smiled and stepped towards him until I stood face to face with him. I smiled. The only words that could escape my lips were, “yes, oh yes!”

I turned around and I felt him step a little closer, he wrapped his arms around my waist and together we proceeded to walk up the remainder of the corridor. I could smell the sandalwood in his aftershave and it turned me on even more. God! It felt good to be held by Jim: safe, wanted and so incredibly intimate. I loved the feeling of his body pressed up against mine in fact, I didn’t want it to end. It was at that moment that I had fallen head-over-hills in love with him.

We entered my apartment and I switched on the lights. I was so desperate to lock out the prying eyes of the world that I closed the door with a slam. “Oops,” I said whilst blushing. Jim chuckled and in an instant we were in each other’s arms. Our kisses started off tender but they soon became fierce, passionate and hungry. I didn’t know what I was getting myself into, but I wanted it and ached for it to take place. “I want you,” I managed to say between kisses; “I want you real bad.” We had kissed so much that my lips felt raw; they felt dry and were burning, but I just couldn’t get enough of them.

We proceeded to undress each other while we kissed; our clothing violated under the aggressiveness of our touch. Had it not been for my concern about his reaction, I would have given up unbuttoning his shirt and simply ripped it open in one strong, swift movement. Once his last button was undone, I opened up his shirt and couldn’t help but let out and audible gasp. I had died and gone to heaven. His shirt revealed a hairy and very firm chest with pale pink areolas. I was in lust!

I couldn’t wait to run my hands through his hair and explore the firm territory of his chest. I proceeded to dive right in. My heart leapt with ecstasy from the pleasure that my hand derived from what lay beneath it. I could feel his heart beat, the strength of his hair and the smoothness of his skin. It felt as if the warmth emanating from his body was being absorbed into my hand and then dispersed throughout every part of my being. By this stage, the sparks had turned into a fireworks display.

I removed his shirt and discovered that his biceps were well formed, straining for release from under his skin. This man’s body was like a tapestry waiting to be revealed to the world. I couldn’t take my eyes off from him. “Can it get any better than this?” I asked myself. My thoughts were interrupted when I felt his fingers undo the top button to my trousers and then the control freak in me jumped in and almost ruined the moment. “Stop,” I said, feeling like a humiliated fool, “I’m a leaker……I’m soaked” I winced with embarrassment. “Oh yum!” he smiled and tugged at my zipper as if his life depended on it.

I cringed when I felt my zipper give way under the persistence of Jim’s hand. I decided to distract myself so I returned my attention to Jim’s body. I couldn’t get enough of the way that his chest felt beneath my hand. Much to Jim’s displeasure, I took a slight step backwards. It was short lived. His nipples soon hardened under the flicks and licks of my tongue. I then sucked on his left nipple whilst I gently pinched the right. He groaned. I nibbled on it and then started to lick it again. I then moved on to his right nipple whilst caressing the left. It was all too clear that Jim was enjoying the attention that I was giving them. I loved the way that their erectness fought against the movement of my tongue, almost in pleading protest for some more.

Jim’s tongue made a home for itself in my mouth and my hand moved over his groin. He was straining against his pants. I enjoyed the feel of his hardness and cupped it before gently teasing him with some more light caresses. I then unbuttoned the top button to his pants while he eased his hand into mine. I winced. I could feel that I was drenched. What would he think? “Oooooh,” Jim groaned, “was I the cause of that?” He teased. Oh brother! I forced a nervous smile.

With that, he then knelt down on one knee and pulled down my pants and boxers until they reached my knees. My manhood sprung out at him spraying lubrication on his hand. Eek! “Will I ever stop blushing?” I wondered. Jim had a naughty smile on his face and then proceeded to lick my precum off from it. I could see that he savored every drop…I couldn’t help but smile as I reminded myself that there would be plenty more of that from where that came. Seeing him lick it up made me wish that he too was a dripper. I wanted to pull down his pants and see for himself.

Jim reached out and it was plain to see that he wanted to take me into his mouth. Much as I wanted it to happen, there were other matters to contend with. “Uh-huh, not until I’ve removed your trousers, Buster.” I jokingly said. He rolled his eyes teasingly while he rose from his knee. “Oh alright then…a man’s got to do what a man’s got to do!” He sighed light-heartedly. I chuckled and it helped make my nervousness ease away.

I gently pulled down his zipper, put my hands on his hips getting hold of his pants, my heart beating with anticipation for what lay beneath the fabric and I then lowered them. My knees went weak. I have never had the opportunity to look at another man’s nakedness before…at least, to actually look and take it in, in plain sight. It was larger than average. It stood at attention. I loved the way that the veins stood out, even on the foreskin (I am cut)…and did I see right? Oh yes, he was dripping as well. My hand swept forward, grabbed hold of his throbbing tool, moved my index finger over his bulbous head and collected some of his lubricant. I brought my finger to my mouth and licked it off. It tasted salty, but very pleasant. I had to compose myself because I wanted to drop to my knees and get some more.

“You likey?” Jim asked. “”You should bottle and sell it,” I replied as I looked into his eyes and smiled. “Well, in that case…..” Jim stopped in mid sentence and jokingly closed his hand whilst rubbing his index finger and thumb together. “How much money do you have on you?” I burst out laughing. “Oh please! You wish! We both know that you’ve planned this all along. I bet when we first met, you accidently-intentionally poured your beer all over me just so that you could get my phone number and then proceed to seduce me.”

“Actually, um…you’re right.” Jim had grown serious. I wasn’t sure what to make of his revelation. My mind was speeding like a train that had come off fom it’s tracks. He burst out screaming with laughter. I punched him gently on the shoulder. “You dog.” I told him. “In fact…” I pretended to put on my pants. “Oh no you don’t!” Jim ordered. He bolted to my side and grabbed hold of me. My raging hardon brushed against his. WOW! It felt good having them touch each other. I moved, so that his throbbing hardness was pressed against mine. Both of them had precum running down the side, like a volcano that had erupted with the desire of one man for another. I loved the way that they mixed together, almost like my love for him and his love for me had united with no beginning or end, just togetherness.

“You do have a shower, don’t you?” Jim asked, he had a naughty glint in his eyes. “Yes, I do,” I started to answer him, “why?” He took me into his arms, “you’ll soon find out. Where is it?” I pointed in the direction of my bedroom. He once again stood behind me and wrapped his arms around my chest. I loved the way that his searing skin fused with mine. I could feel his throbbing dampness press against my buttocks. My legs felt like jelly. I then led him to the shower.

Jim turned around and faced me, there was a glint in his eyes as he smiled at me. That guy’s smile could sink a thousand ships. I looked into his eyes for what seemed to be the longest time. I could feel my eyes dilate with love and desire for him. I was his…all his. Jim grabbed hold of the bar of soap and started to soap up my arms. My body tingled under his touch. I reached out and touched his thigh as he moved the bar of soap onto my chest. I felt safe under his touch. His tenderness reassuring me of his love and care; that he had no desire to harm me in any way. My sense of being connected with him deepened with every touch and passing moment with him. I could feel all of my muscles loosen up as my body surrendered to his hands.

I looked up into Jim’s eyes again and he paused as he looked into mine. There was no need for words…it was as if we were able to speak to each other with our eyes and our touch. I took his empty hand and brought it to my cheek. I held the back of his hand and I nestled my cheek into his palm and proceeded to caress it. My love for him washed over me like a furious wave abandoning itself upon the shore. I planted the gentlest of kisses upon his palm and then kissed him finger tip by finger tip, kissing it gently and then allowing just the slightest bit of it to pass between my lips before allowing it to enter more deeply before I proceeded to suck and nibble as a hint of what was yet to come.

We kissed. I couldn’t get enough of his taste, the feel of his tongue and the way that his love filled me up inside. If only I could take out my heart and show him the depth of my love for him. However, all that I could rely on was my most tender of actions as a means of conveying the deepest of emotions that lay in my heart. My lips were pressed against his. Jim’s lips were full and gentle yet his kisses were strong and passionate. I’d kiss him and our tongues would dance together before I’d withdraw whilst holding his upper lip between my lips. He pulled away and flashed another of his million dollar smiles.

“Damn, but you’re a good kisser,” he said while his eyes closed up ever so slightly.

“I could say the same about you,” I replied.

Jim closed his eyes. “I love you,” he said. The tone of his voice and expression on his face transformed his words into an experience. I could feel his love pour down upon me. I could feel myself become all teary eyed.

“I love you too, Jim” I began, “so very, very much.”

As I stood in his embrace, I could feel not only the strength of his limbs but of his love as well. What could I ever have done to have found such a beautiful man was beyond me. We kissed some more. I then started to nibble on his left ear and he moaned whilst I felt his manhood start to grow and press against my leg. His head moved to the right as I kissed his neck, yielding beneath the steady compressions of my lips against his skin.

I moved to his nipples. They once again stood out and welcomed my touch. I could sense that Jim was enjoying the feel of my lips upon his areolas. I moved my lips lower and lower down the centre of his chest. The water from the shower head spraying against the back of my head; the water hitting me in the eyes from time to time but I didn’t mind. I left a trail of kisses until I reached his navel. I kissed it and planted my tongue inside of it. I wanted to cover his body with writings of my love for him.

I planted my nose against his pubes and breathed him in for a moment. They tickled my nose, but the sensory pleasure made the mood and the moment complete. I could detect a faint musky smell and it threw me over the edge. My desire turned into craving. I craved him. I craved being intimate with him. I craved showing him that I loved him with every part of myself…including my body.

I took his member in my hand, looked up at him and said, “you are beautiful. So very, very beautiful.” It was Jim’s turn to blush. I pulled back his foreskin ever so gently, enjoying the sight as his head exposed itself to me more and more. It glistened from the combination of water and precum. My mouth engulfed him.

I enjoyed the slick feeling of his precum on my tongue. It tasted good. My tongue explored every inch of his length including his piss slit, whilst being mindful of my teeth. I could feel the blood flood his tissue as he throbbed and grew hard under the coaxing of my mouth. It didn’t only feel good to have him in my mouth, it felt right. Like it had found it’s home; it belonged.

I ran my hand gently over his buttocks. Jim shivered and giggled. “It’s ticklish,” he explained. I looked up and smiled though I still had him my mouth. I took him out of my mouth and caressed his spongy head with my tongue. It had deepened in color and I took it to be a good sign. I rolled his foreskin over his head and then pulled it back again. Over his head and back again. Over his head. I pushed the tip of my tongue into it and licked his head. Jim groaned while his knees buckled. He clenched his buttocks. I caressed them and they felt as hard as his tool. I wrapped my lips around it whilst I pushed his buttocks towards me. I wanted to take in as much of him as I could. I wanted to try to get all of him into me but soon gave up on that idea when I gagged.

Jim caressed my head as it bobbed up and down his shaft. I’d increase my pace and slow down again. I’d use my hand to stimulate the part of his shaft that didn’t penetrate my mouth. It didn’t take long before I heard the words that I’d been longing to hear from the start: “Donald….I’m going to cum”. I knew that he warned me because he wasn’t sure of what my intention was.

I allowed his shaft to slip out of my mouth. “Well, I’ve been longing to hear those words because I want you to cum in my mouth. I want your DNA to enter me and mix with my own”. I detected a twinkle in his eye. I could sense that it meant a lot to him. I picked up where I left off and not long afterwards, I knew that I had helped him reach the point of no return. Jim grabbed my head and pulled it down on him. I knew that it was out of reflex. I was surprised that I wasn’t gagging, perhaps I was caught up with the way that he was shivering and shuddering. I pulled back slightly as I felt the first bit of his juice shoot against the top of my mouth. I could feel him shoot again. And a third time. I could feel him stiffen before finding release. His was throbbing furiously within my mouth. I loved the taste and feel of his liquid warmth. Jim dribbled and then his shuddering stopped. His shivers dissipated soon afterwards as well.

I held his seed inside my mouth for a few seconds, savouring the resting place that it had found in me. I then swallowed and could feel it slide down my throat. I rose from my knees and caressed Jim’s shoulders before we held each other tight and kissed. I was like putty in his hands. I had surrendered a lot of myself to him.

He switched off the water and proceeded to towel me dry. He then dried himself off, took me by the hand and led me to the bed. We climbed on top of it and I lay in his arms whilst my hand caressed his chest. We spent hours just lying there in silence. My heart had said everything that it needed to, to his. Everything felt so right and I couldn’t see my life without him occupying the greater part of it from that moment onwards.

I looked at Jim and smiled. My eyes closed while I beamed from ear to ear. At that moment, I knew that I wanted him to make love to me. I had never done it before; the idea of pain was of concern to me; I wasn’t sure if I would satisfy him; and then of course, there’s the ungraciousness of needing to prepare oneself for such an act of love. What I did know was that I wanted to hand all of myself over to him; I wanted to come before him without any ego, ideas or notions and simply say, “allow our bodies to become a meeting place for the two of us”; I wanted for our spirits to join together and mingle and dance until our love making ended with him having parts of my soul within him and I carried parts of his within me. It wasn’t about topping or bottoming or positions or virility or sex. I simply wanted my body to love him and allow him to penetrate it just as his presence had penetrated my heart, my life and my soul.

“And now?” My thoughts were interrupted by Donald’s voice. I smiled.

I looked up with him, my eyes glazing over by tears. “If you’re willing to be patient and help me out a little bit,” I began, “I’d be honoured if you would be willing to make love to me….” As those words passed my lips, there were only two things that I was certain of: That our love making would end in my being in tears – the connection and emotions would simply be too deep for words and the only way for expression would be tears, and that I could see myself spending the rest of my life loving Jim as much and as best as I possibly could.

Jim planted a hand gently on either side of my face, rolled over until his leg brushed on top of mine, “Yes,” he said, “yes, I would love to make love to you”.

CJ had always been heterosexual. End of. Ever since secondary school. He’d only ever been with one girl, but he knew that this was the norm and that being gay wasn’t an option.
He was a member of his local church having been dragged along since he was a kid. He was asked to go along to the church’s annual holiday camp to help out. He reluctantly agreed, knowing full well that he would be the only 19 year old their as the rest of the volunteers were pretty ancient.

The camp was set at a campsite, with buildings for dinner, indoor games, wash facilities as well as an outdoor pool. As per, local church kids came from around the area as well. When he arrived he was surprised to find that he wasn’t the only one his age. Matt was another reluctant volunteer from another church, just turned 20. The two shared a tent at the camp and they got to know each other quickly.
Halfway through the holiday, CJ was in the mess hall sorting out the tables for that evening when Matt came in.
“Oh said Matt, I didn’t realise you were in here. Sorry” and turned to leave. “Hey wait, whats up?” said CJ. “Nothing, just wanted to get changed for the pool and can’t be arsed to trudge all the way back to my tent. Thought I’d change her”
CJ shrugged his shoulders “Well I don’t mind, there’s no-one else here”
“OK if you’re sure” and with that Matt started stripping off.

Suddenly CJ was transfixed. Matt was a stud! He hadn’t seen him in the buff before as he always got changed in the showers. His muscles bulged and his sleek legs kept him transfixed. He looked away as he dropped his underwear, still startled. Matt pulled up his speedos and thanked CJ.
“Erm…er…yeah no problem” stuttered CJ, catching a glimpse of Matt’s bulging package and hot bod as he went out the door.
For the rest of the camp, CJ was confused. He couldn’t get the image of Matt out of his mind. For the rest of the holiday, he struggled with his thoughts and before long the holiday was over and he was waving Matt goodbye. CJ’s last thought as Matt drove away in the minibus was ‘Damn!’

CJ continued to struggle with his feelings. Could he be attracted to men? But he liked girls too. CJ found himself more and more addicted to looking up images of naked men on the internet. Getting more and more turned on with each picture…

A year passed and by this time, CJ was convinced he was bi-curious. He had one failed relationship with a girl that year and that didn’t dampen his spirits. He never got to act out his dreams, until he met Phil…
Phil was a new employee at the photo shop where CJ worked. He was openly gay but not too camp. A genuinely nice guy and friendly to all. One day they were working together, when Phil spilt chemicals on his shirt.
“Damn! Gotta get this off before it seeps through!” and without a thought he unbuttoned his shirt leaving him shirtless and CJ mesmorised. Phil grabbed a nearby promo t-shirt and, like most work t-shirts, it was too small, leaving a bit of midriff and his bulging muscles showing “Oh well” said Phil, “it’ll have to do.” From that moment CJ had one thought, ‘I want him!’

That chance came a few months later at the staff party. CJ and Phil were drinking with the others. CJ was getting hotter by the moment. Would this be the night? Would he get to be with him by the end of the party? One by one, the colleagues dropped out and, soon enough, it was just Phil & CJ left.
“Say, wanna get a few drinks at mine? I’m still up for it at the mo” said Phil. CJ’s heart raced, “Yeah sure” he replied coolly, while his head said ‘God yes!’

Phil lived in student halls. His room was small but the bed was comfortable. They say on the bed drinking a beer. Then Phil turned to CJ.
“You’ve been staring at me all evening. How come?” CJ gulped, “Well urm, I err…” he stumbled and with a big swallow said “I’m bi-curious and…and…you’re stunning!”
Phil smiled slowly, “And you wanna know what it’s like?” CJ nodded, his heart beating more than ever. “OK I’ll show you, but you have to do everything I say, agree?” CJ nodded, stunned. What was he doing he thought to himself.
Phil kissed him, deeply. It was short but seemed to last for ages.
“First things first” said Phil, “strip!” CJ did and before he knew it, he was standing before Phil but-naked
“Hmm, my my we are hairy” said Phil, “we’ll start there” and Phil grabbed his razor from the side. CJ laid on the bed as Phil cut through his chest fuzz and glided it smoothly over his legs. Before long, CJ was just left with his pubes. “Lay still” said Phil as he expertly glided it over his balls and groin. CJ was rock hard by now.
“Now,” said Phil “Lets see about this thing” and he grabbed his penis and started to suck and suck, going deeper and deeper. CJ was in ecstacy and he couldn’t contain himself. He gushed forth into Phil’s mouth and Phil kept going, swallowing every drop there was. CJ laid there, naked, hairless and now cum-less. CJ was almost in shock, but the fun wasn’t over yet.
“Now would you like me to stop or go further” said Phil, enjoying every moment of CJ’s transformation. “More, please God, don’t stop” CJ moaned.
“OK then, all on fours. Now!” he barked and CJ did as he was told. Phil tied his hands to the head of his bed and whispered to CJ “OK this is what you wanted all this time”
He started by licking the rim of CJ’s arsehole, sticking his tongue, deeper into his tight hole. CJ felt the warm saliva coating the wall of his rectum. Then a finger went in, followed by a second. “Damn you’ve got a tight little arse. This is gonna be fun” smirked Phil and pulled out his fingers. He stuck them in CJ’s mouth and he licked them, tasting the mix of sweat and saliva.
“Now,” said Phil as he dangled his shaft over CJ’s hole “this’ll hurt at first but that’ll pass” and he slowly begun to push his long hard shaft into CJ’s hole. “Damn” cried CJ, “that stings” Phil grunted, “It will but just relax, don’t clench” CJ did as he was told and before he knew it, Phil was in fully.
Then he begun to grind away, slowly and carefully at first then getting more and more frantic as it went on. CJ moaned and gasped, feeling this penis banging hard into him. He was in heaven. “Fuck me harder,” cried CJ “I want you hard in me”. Phil started banging harder, there balls touching now and again and with every touch brought CJ into a higher state of ecstacy.
“Come in me” moaned CJ, “please. Come hard, I want your cum in me” and Phil could hold out no more. His semen burst forth and coated CJ’s inside. CJ felt the warm feeling spread inside him and he collapsed in ecstacy. Phil untied him and the two naked lovers cuddled up in bed
“How do you feel?” said Phil. “Amazing,” replied CJ “truly amazing”. The two slept and cuddled all night. They fucked again before CJ left the room.

CJ walked down the street, smiling and contented. He was complete. ‘Well…almost’ he thought ‘now to look up Matt.’

THE END?