Bisexual Experiences

I have had many bisexual experiences in my life, and I would like to share one with your readers. This is the story of Ian and Mike. I had just moved to north-west England when I met Ian at my ‘new’ local. He was of strikingly good looks, especially his eyes. He had only to look at a woman to have her wanting him (or at me, to have me wanting him!).

However, he insisted he was totally heterosexual. (I have heard that men who over-stress their heterosexuality, perhaps to the extent of ‘queer-bashing’, are often closet gays.) In this case, that became obvious, the night I was invited to his home for a party. One of lan’s princi¬pal guests was Mike, to whom I was introduced. Somehow, something unsaid about Mike told me ‘Ian and Mike are sexual partners’.

After the party I offered Mike a lift home, which he gladly accepted, even though it had been intended that he would stay the night. After dropping Mike at his home I went home, but showed my face again at lan’s party. (We were neighbours, anyway.) ‘What did you do that for?’ asked a quite angry Ian.

‘It’s what he wanted,’ I replied, which was sort of the truth, but I actually wanted to keep them apart for my own sexual intentions.

It was shortly after this that Ian moved in with Barbara, a good-looking woman quite a bit older that he. I noted that Mike still visited Ian, now at the flat he shared with Big Breasts Barbara as we called her, on days when Barbara was out at work. It seemed to me that Ian and Mike were still enjoying each other sexually.

I was with all of them in a local pub the! night Ian asked Mike to join himself and Barbara in bed for a threesome. (I became aware when Barbara whispered to me what she had been asked to participate in. She was a bit shocked!) Nevertheless, it seems hat the threesome went ahead, and was repeated a few days later.

Shortly afterwards, one evening I was talking to Ian and Mike in our local. Ian was expecting Barbara to drop in after work. I was keen to find out exactly what had bees going on, and so at a suitable moment I asked Mike to come with me to a popular country pub, and suggested to Ian that he should join us later. Then, while travelling in my car, I suggested a change to another pub. Mike happily agreed. (By now I quite fancied Mike, and anyway he was not happy with the emotional turmoil the threesomes were causing.)

I had intended to quiz Mike about his sexual relationship with Ian and Barbara, but in fact I had no need, because Mike was anxious to tell me about it, and was not at all happy with the situation.

I cannot recall all the details, but I do recall him telling me about their three¬some the previous Friday night. He said, ‘Ian shagged Barbara, and then I gave her one, Then she said, “Now it’s you two.”‘ He went on to say that he had managed to get an erection when Ian sucked his cock but did not reach orgasm, How¬ever, Ian had come almost straight away when Mike’s mouth was applied. Then he added, ‘Anyway I was bursting for a piss by then so I got up, had one, and then went to sleep downstairs on the sofa.’

I was still not sure that Ian and Mike had been having sex together before, but became pretty certain when, speaking of their relationship in general, he said, ‘I don’t mind when Ian unzips my fly and plays with my cock — but I don’t like this threesome business.’

We had a few pints at the ‘other’ pub, and then called together at the gents’ on the way out. This gave me a first sight of Mike’s cock — average size, uncut, limp. I was hoping that the sight of my cock might cause him to stiffen a bit, but no such luck. We stopped near Mike’s home and bought chips, then carried on to his home and sat on the sofa while we ate. We had to be quiet, his Mum and Dad seeking sleep upstairs insisted. Soon it was ‘make your mind up time’. I could either go home or make a move on Mike. I remember thinking he had said, ‘I don’t mind when Ian unzips my fly…’ Then I thought, ‘Anyway, my name is Ian, too.’ I reached over to Mike, unzipped his fly, and pulled out his cock. It stiffened as I played with it. Then he reached for mine which was stiffening nicely. Soon both cocks were rigid, and we went into a clinch, hugging and kissing.

Twenty minutes later we had still avoid¬ed orgasm, when we ran into a snag. The beer. No, not the brewer’s droop but two painfully full bladders, with no chance of popping upstairs to the loo to relieve ourselves — parents asleep upstairs, remem¬ber. I whispered, ‘I have got to piss!’

‘Me, too,’ whispered Mike. ‘Come with me.’ He led the way outside and pushed me to the back of the car port, where he began to piss, his jet arcing through the night into the garden. I did the same, and then we grasped each other’s cock again.

I remember noting how nice his damp organ felt. We did not go back inside; instead, we brought each other to orgasm, standing up in the dark car port. Then we wiped each others cock’s on our handker-chiefs, parted ways and I went home.

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