Am I Bi?

Am I Bi?

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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One man's attempt to answer a question about his own sexuality.

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One man's attempt to answer a question about his own sexuality.

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Submitted: December 02, 2012

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Submitted: December 02, 2012

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Do one or two casual encounters with a same sex partner qualify one to be considered bisexual? What if the encounter was during a threesome, foursome or moresome? How many same sex experiences does it take before a person is classed as Bi? Must you actively seek out and engage in sex with a same-sex partner to be considered Bi, although you would normally prefer the opposite sex? These are questions I have asked myself ever since my first same-sex encounter.

Often sex, to a man or woman, can become a form of temporary insanity. Your mind and inhibitions can be swept away by the frenzied heat of the encounter. An overarching need to release one’s pent-up sexual energy can allow you to perpetrate, succumb to and experience acts that you would not normally consider; opening the door to a journey of exploration and experimentation to satisfy that curiosity or perhaps a deeper need.

I believe that we are, by our very nature, bisexual. As children, we experiment by comparing genitals, sometimes touching each other, playing sexual games (who can pee the farthest) or other explorations of our sexual curiosity. Because male genitals are so exposed and therefore more easily stimulated, boys tend to fixate on them more so than girls do with their genitals. Girls, on the other hand, hug and kiss each other and hold hands growing up, not necessarily sexually goal oriented. I believe this is quite natural and an integral part of growing, learning and maturing as human beings. Society teaches us, as we grow, what it considers wrong, taboo, or deviant. The trouble (or blessing) with society is that what's normal changes from decade to decade, maybe even year to year and certainly from culture to culture. I could be considered a deviant to the norm or a pervert because I have often curiously pushed that envelope. Although today, one can only watch daytime television and even those boundaries become questionable.

Several years ago I was living with a sexually liberated woman who allowed, encouraged and joined me in expressing and exploring our sexuality. Actually, I think she completely enjoyed our 'sexcapades' and at the time I was overjoyed to be with someone who did. Together, we would fantasize, photograph each other, watch x-rated videos, use toys, whipped cream, chocolate syrup and even share ourselves with others, you get the idea. We could spend hours, many times the whole day or a weekend, playing and making love to each other. Together, we thoroughly enjoyed the “high” from our long, sometimes spiritual lovemaking sessions.

One day we decided to act on a fantasy that we had discussed many times. Robert was a mutual friend who we thought may be interested in joining us, so we invited him up for the weekend. We understood that he was bisexual and decided that he should be a good match for our experiment. I thought maybe I was emotionally ready to give Michelle the experience of an MMW threesome. We both had indulged in WWM threesomes before and I felt comfortable enough with myself and our relationship to share in that particular fantasy for Michelle. Throughout the next week, I could think of nothing but the upcoming weekend, with more than a little excitement and a bit of apprehension. After all, it isn't every day you share your girlfriend with another man. Finally, the day arrived.

The smoky smell of cedar filled the house as the fireplace crackled and popped, warming the room to a comfortable temperature for being naked. We laughed, chatted, drank wine and shared some pot. To further break the ice I put on an X-rated video. We laughed and commented nervously as we watched the action on the screen. Sitting there, I began to fondle Michelle's breasts making her nipples hard and erect creating little tents in her top. She loved that. She was, at times, able to orgasm just from extended nipple stimulation. We decided to play a little strip poker to “innocently” get our clothes off. It didn't take long and the three of us were naked or mostly naked. Not surprisingly, the idea of massage came up. If that isn't an icebreaker, I don't know what is!

Michelle found the massage oil and asked Robert if he would help her massage me. He was more than willing to oblige. I turned onto my stomach and they began massaging my body. Michelle worked on my neck and back as Robert started with my feet. Michele’s knees were on either side of my head and her pussy was just inches from my face. I could feel the heat radiating from between her legs and was exalted by her fragrance. It was provocative having two people touching your naked body. I was in heaven.

Eventually, Robert reached my ass and began kneading and stroking it, allowing his fingers to slip between my ass cheeks and along my inner thighs, teasing me, sparking those familiar feelings in my crotch. After a few minutes, they had me roll over and continued their efforts on my front. I was now totally exposed and Robert said he liked looking at me, my cock was now quite tumescent from the attention. I reached up and pulled Michelle closer and let my tongue reach out to search her slit. Almost at once I felt Robert's hands on me as he began to massage my cock and balls with smooth firm strokes. At first, I flinched from the contact. Even so, instantly, I grew rock hard and was further surprised by the sensation of his mouth closing around me. It was a warm and familiar feeling, no different from what I experience with women. In response, I plunged my tongue deep within Michelle's hot sex, licking and teasing her as she rubbed herself against my mouth. It felt good having my cock sucked as I nibbled and teased her clit. “This is just like going 69”, I thought to myself, although knowing a man was giving me this pleasure was a confusing mental turn on. “Should I be enjoying this so much? I wasn't sure how to react?” Societal pressures and early teachings were trying their best to inhibit me.  Robert really seemed to enjoy what he was doing, sucking me into his mouth, pulling on my cock with his suction, applying just the right amount of pressure. He took me deep within his throat without the slightest hesitation. I was surprised by this because I am not a small man. I lay there with my eyes closed moving my hips to meet his advancing mouth. It seemed the natural thing to do.

Michelle quietly moved away and watched as Robert continued to devour me. She sat smiling and playing with herself, one leg draped over the arm of the overstuffed chair.

Opening my eyes, I looked down to see my bloated member disappear repeatedly in his bearded face. At times my entire length reached down his throat. I must admit that few women could have done a better job. Intimate knowledge of a man's anatomy and knowing what feels good is certainly most helpful.

Suddenly, I was overcome with the need to have Michelle closer, to legitimize what was happening. A feeling overtook me that I was enjoying this 'just a little too much' and for a minute I was afraid for my own sexuality. I reached my hand out to her, eyes asking. Understanding, she came over and began sharing my cock with Robert, the two of them taking turns. Playfully, they would shake my hardness at each other or rub it against the other’s lips. I felt better having Michelle there. It reinforced my need to remain attached to my hetero side and not feel that I was somehow being seduced into only homosexuality. An odd feeling for sure, since this, was completely consensual and planned.

Their combined activity was quickly pushing me to orgasm. To slow my rapid ascent, I suggested that we give some Michelle attention. I had her lay down and positioned myself between her legs to savor her wetness. And boy, was she wet! Robert sucked and fondled her breasts as I concentrated on her pussy. It felt much more natural that I was between her legs doing what I customarily do. Don’t get me wrong, I was totally into the uninhibited sex we were having. I found myself reaching out to take Robert's cock in my hand, pulling and massaging it until he too became long and hard. (I think this is where the temporary insanity began to take hold). I told him to “fuck Michelle as I watched” so I changed places with him. When he was in position, I took hold of him and guided his prick to her wet and eager sex, rubbing the head of it against her until he was wet with her juices. I encouraged him to push forward into her. I was out of my mind with excitement. So fucking hot! My breath was coming in short gasps and my face felt flushed and hot. Michelle lay back with her hips elevated, enjoying Robert's cock in her. Robert fucked her for a short while but, I think he was more interested in having sex with me at the time. Even though he had had relationships with women in the past, he was now living a more decidedly gay lifestyle. He let his now tumescent cock slip out of her and we decided to take a break to cool down and smoke a joint.

As we smoked, I was still excited and wanted to continue our play so I started up again with Michelle. Did I mention, she loved to have her tits sucked? Kneeling before her as she sat on the couch, I buried my face in her breasts sucking each nipple in turn as Robert smiled and looked on. He watched us for a time before reaching between my legs, pulling my cock back, laying on his back and taking it in his mouth once more. I was hard instantly. Soon we were all spread out on the floor again, this time in a triangle. Each of us was manipulating the other. By now I was fevered to the point that I was ready for anything (that 'heat of the moment' thing), so I took hold of Robert again. This time I ventured to pull him to my mouth. He felt soft and so very smooth against my lips and tongue. Taking him into my mouth, I pulled on him with my hand and lips for a while but he remained spongy soft, half erect. “What am I doing wrong?” I thought. I was doing essentially the same thing he had been doing to me. He didn't seem to care about his own orgasm. At the time, he was more interested in mine. Even so, it was insanely exciting to actually be experiencing this and it stimulated something deep inside me. A feeling of complete surrender to what I was doing. No fear or shame just a letting go. It felt completely natural to be engaged in this sexual play.

On the other hand, I was as hard as steel and Michelle didn't let it go unused. She climbed onto me and lowered herself over my swollen member, slowly taking all of me inside her. She threw her head back and began to rhythmically ride me, grinding her pubic bone against mine. Having her fuck me while I sucked Robert's cock was outrageously stimulating. I found myself matching her stroke for stroke with his cock, wanting him to be as excited and as hard as I was. Michelle was ready to explode into her own orgasm as she watched us. With one final gasp, she stiffened, moaning loudly and buried me deep within her. I could feel her contractions around me as she experienced those lovely waves of orgasm sweep through her body.

We continued to alternately, rest and play our sex games throughout the evening. Robert still showed his excited interest in my cock as the evening progressed. I don't think he ever climaxed at least not with an ejaculation. I thought it a little strange given the fact that I and Michelle had multiple orgasms during that time. To this day, I don't know why he didn't cum but, he assured us that he thoroughly enjoyed himself with our threesome and was looking forward to it again. After hours of our stop and go sex and cumming several times each, Michelle and I finally retired to the bedroom and quickly fell into a satisfying sleep while Robert fell asleep on the couch.

Performing oral sex on another man proved to be a real turn on for me. I guess because I know what it feels like to be on the receiving end or maybe it was my own latent homosexual/bi side. Regardless of the reason, I wanted to experience just what I did and I'm glad I did, under the circumstances that I did. Michelle had been delighted to watch and join, as Robert and I engaged each other. She especially liked when I was going down on him. I don't think she really expected me to go through with it. Part of the act was for her pleasure because I know from our pillow talk and shared fantasies that it made her hot to think of me with another man. Although I took great pleasure from our encounter, it taught me that I really did prefer women as sex partners and I found that I was no longer confused about my own sexual feelings. I would repeat the experience if conditions were right and that little “insane” person in me came out again, but I probably wouldn't seek out another man unless it was for a threesome or 'moresome', like that night.

The three of us got together again while vacationing in Mexico, but that's another story.


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