Summer Night and a Bi Surprise

4:15 pm Friday, 26th April, 2019

donnchadhlowry

After that, the place seemed to go quiet. We continued talking about this and that. My head was still spinning a bit and I wanted to stay awake in case I got sick. This is something that’s been known to happen to me even well after I’ve fallen asleep in apparent happy slumber. The air was a bit stale in the room. My bed was nearest to the window.
“It’s a bit stuffy in here,” Jack spat tiredly. “I’m going to open the window.” He pulled back the sheet of his bed and hopped out. I looked at his bared physique as he crossed the room to the window near me. In the half-light of the moon and street lights, his slim naked form cut an interesting presence and I found myself staring at his body. He was slim like me - a greyhound breed as some people say. He had pretty wide shoulders too - also like me and no belly of any sort. We were 27 years old and maybe too young to have one, I suppose. But a lot of people have overhang at that age. We were blessed with a fast metabolism.
He was giggling now as he struggled with the window to get it open. His arse and his balls wobbled innocently as he worked away. I began to imagine kissing his body and suddenly I wanted to try it - to try him, to try it; to see what it might be like. My eyes followed his bum and legs and flapping penis as he scurried back to his bed.
I lay back trying to get a grip on my thoughts. This could be a serious miscalculation here. What am I thinking? I was thinking about a brilliant adventure waiting for me - right beside me and about to begin. Was I? Isn’t he just a friend who happens to have no clothes on and we’re just sharing a room? Why are we both naked? Whose idea was it? I thought and thought through the haze of alcohol. I was acutely aware of my heart pounding, blood gushing through my ears. An electric pulse that ran down my body bare beneath the sheets.
I looked over at Jack to see if there was a sign from him; an acknowledgement of some sort to tell me that I wasn’t dreaming. I couldn’t make out his expression but he was looking at me. He hadn’t stopped talking but I wasn’t really listening. He was talking about marriage about whether or not I was sure about taking the next step, that it was a big thing. I was trying to think about what my next words should be. I was determined to make the most of this chance. I answered some question he asked me: “Yeah,” I breathed.
“What is it?” he asked. “You’re gone very quiet.”
This was it. I felt like I was sitting at the top of a scary, exciting slide at a fun park.
“Do you mind if I go in there with you?”
I was surprised at how composed I sounded and at how innocent the question was, yet if he answered yes, then we would be lovers. If he said anything else, then it was probably not going to happen and I had misread the situation.
He didn’t hesitate a second. “Yeah, sure.” He pulled back the sheets revealing his long thing body to me once more. His prick sat snoozing on its dark nest. I lay beside him. Our bodies touched the length of us. A wonderful tingling and electric feeling. I couldn’t wait for what happens next and my hand moved down to between his legs. I grasped him gently to see what he would say.
“Oh, we’re feeling horny, are we?” he asked, laughing. I wasn’t sure what to do now so I instinctively turned to kiss him. I was ready for anything, even though it all still felt a bit weird.
“Don’t go kissing me for fuck’s sake!” he laughed, pushing my face away. I was undeterred and decided to move down on him. He had the same idea, clearly. “Get down there and suck, boy!” was his curious remark as I crawled down to his dormant penis. It could have been interpreted as a bit of a domineering remark but I put his tone of voice down to nervousness. This was uncharted territory for both of us, after all.
I had wondered about tasting another man for so long and I always thought that it might taste disgusting - that it would just cause me to gag with disgust from the smell, the taste and the whole notion of what I was doing. I had a clear notion of my sexuality: girls were the ones that turned my head and turned me on, but I really wanted to know what it would be like to be with a man, to make love to a man and to suck a man. I wanted to give pleasure in the way that I always long to be pleasured.
I took Jack’s limp member in my mouth. It felt lovely. It felt sexy. It tasted… well, fine. I hoped that I could get him hard. I began to do all the things that I loved having done to myself: I took him all in my mouth and cradled his bottom, which lifted up willingly. His penis began to grow in my mouth. It was a wonderful erotic feeling his very symbol of manhood growing from my caress. The feeling of this flowering bar of flesh in my mouth was the most purely sexy, most beautiful thing I had ever done. His cock was getting bigger, longer and harder so I couldn’t contain it any more. I pulled back and had a look at him. He was long and hard - a lovely erection very similar to my own. I French-kissed his cock all the way down to his testicles and gently nibbled my way under them, licking the sensitive space between his balls and his anus. I leaned down and kissed both his bum cheeks, gathering his arse up in my arms in a loving embrace, his hard-on bobbing beside my neck and chest. I was loving this and didn’t want it to end.
I stopped for a moment. Jack sat up. His voice was different now - he was all husky and breathless with sexual desire.
“Do you want to turn around and I’ll do to you what you’re doing to me?” We were such novices. Already as intimate as you can be and still a bit too nervous to call a thing by its name! I didn’t care. I just said “Yeah!” with delight and guided my body over him in the 69 position. His mouth on me. Warm gobbles that made me gasp with pleasure. I gave it to him with as much sexiness as I could, muffling my own groans with his beautiful long hard prick. I was running up and down it, trying to taste and to excite him, from his moist balls to his prick head that dribbled with sweet drops of his honey that l licked off him like a hungry cat.
Soon we were both in grasps of pure pleasure, fucking one another’s mouths rhythmically and simultaneously muffling the groans that we were longing to shout. It felt like pure erotic beauty but with some kind of strange twist. A man feels so hard and so different - more like an elaborate masturbation experience with a friend than actually making love. There was no romance but an urgency to keep extracting pleasure from one another - maybe even beauty. The urgency manifest itself in our passionate fucking. Jack’s hard rod of flesh was probing down my throat and into the side of my mouth, pushing past my teeth. I was trying to shape my mouth into a comfortable “O” for him and I could feel him doing the same for me. I tried to picture us from above - what we must have looked like: a writhing, humping fleshy beast of two bottoms. It was as pure a sex as I had experienced.
Our teeth were getting in the way of it however. Without experience, it was hard not to feel one another’s teeth. We both pulled away and sat for a moment, panting and our pricks wet from one another’s kisses.
Jack  sat up: “What do you want to do now?” he asked.
“I don’t know.” I absentmindedly played with his penis, softly wanking it curiously. I wanted to try everything. “Maybe we could try something… you fuck me?”
He seemed to be on the same wavelength as me - just following our desires like an automaton. It was so strange to be naked with this person, this friend, sharing a raw horniness together. It was about following this thing together to see where it would lead. We were casual friends and now we were something else, sitting here naked with our pricks wet with one another’s saliva. What would we be now?
I was turning on my stomach on all fours like a dog and I stuck up my bum. He came in behind me and knelt.
“Did you ever do this with Geraldine?”
“Yeah. Once or twice,” I laughed. His finger was probing my anus. It wasn’t comfortable.
“Can you take it?” He asked, attempting to push his finger deeper. I wanted things to go the whole way, but this didn’t feel nice at all. I winced and moaned in discomfort. He wasn’t going to try any more.
“No. You can’t take my finger so you’ll hardly take my dick,” he said matter-of-factedly. I turned over again and lay on my back with my hands behind my back. Jack sat on the bed facing towards the window. My erection was beginning to soften. I stroked myself to keep it up.
“Well, at least we know we’re not gay,” he spoke at last.
It was a strange thing to say, even though I agreed with him. I certainly didn’t feel gay. It was just some wild naked abandon on a warm summer’s night but there was no love here as such. This was like an elaborate wank rather than anything to do with complex emotion. And yet, here we were - two men naked and fucking.
“I want to suck you some more,” I said, standing on the floor and masturbating before him. He swung his legs around and sat on the edge of the bed before me. I knelt down and hungrily took just the knob of his shaft into my mouth. We were both rushing this a bit, I felt and our teeth were getting in the way of one another’s pleasure. I wanked him quickly with my left hand while enveloping his glans in my mouth and jerking off my own dick. The gentle breeze from the window tickled my wide-open hole and made me moan with delight. I came much quicker than I had reckoned, muffling my moan with his male member as my juice spurted carelessly in the dark all over the floor, the bed, his legs… I didn’t care. Nothing could have stopped me – even Philip walking back in. I was in heaven. Suddenly his sperm was everywhere. His hand was gripping my hair and it poured into my mouth and out of my mouth. Slippery as his cock came out of my mouth and creamed a dying spurt on my left cheek. I hungrily sought it again. His gasps were huge and suppressed to spasmodic noisy intakes of breath. My mouth was searching madly for his prick again. I wanted to taste his sperm so much and lick every last bit of it. My whole body was trembling.
Seconds later, we were both lying on our backs in our respective beds. What had just happened? It embarrassed, excited, disgusted and captivated me all at once. I felt nausea and elation. This mixture wasn’t completely unlike the first time I’d been with a girl but it felt much more dangerous and wrong and… and what? I couldn’t begin to process it but I was hard. I was still harder than I had possibly ever been with any girl. His cock was so beautiful.
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9:50 am Monday, 6th April, 2020 xplor05

Very erotic and hot story. I was very very turned on.

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