A gay story: Bisexual Awakening Ch. 02 Welcome back, dear reader. Evidently, you enjoyed reading about my encounters with Chin, the effeminate gay neighbor of mine. I promised at the end of the previous chapter (and I exhort you to read that if you have not) that I would detail the other experience I had with men. I will narrate this tale in the second, and final, chapter of this reminiscence.
In the very same building as me, in London, there lived a gay couple. I was moderately friendly with them, saying hello when we passed in the corridors and so on. I had seen Chin chat to them a few times, and wondered if he had told them about our dalliance.
This was on my mind when I bumped into one of the pair at the communal bins. We both happened to be disposing of our refuse simultaneously, so it would have been odd not to have a quick chat. The usual sort of thing that people here discuss, weather and the like, simple pleasantries.
He introduced himself as John. He was in good shape, fairly muscular but not huge, no body fat. He was the more masculine of the pair, I had noted, though one could tell that he was gay. He was, I suspected, the top in their sexual dynamic. He told me that he lived with his husband Ken, and that they had seen me about.
‘You must come over some time. Ken and I love to host people and we make an effort to get to know our neighbors. In this big city it’s easy not to know who lives next to you.’
‘Oh that sounds nice. Thank you so much for the offer. I would love to come round.’
‘Are you free next Friday?’
‘I think so.’
‘Brilliant. Come round at about seven.’
Friday came around and by that time I had almost forgotten, so consumed was I in work. I grabbed a nice bottle of Beaujolais and knocked on their door at exactly seven o’clock. The door opened and John stood there in a tight white shirt, smiling broadly. I thought that he was probably in his mid thirties. He had short dark hair and was clean shaven. He reminded me a bit of the guy from Will & Grace, if that isn’t too stereotypical. But it turns out that he was actually a lawyer.
Also true to stereotype was their abode: it was fastidiously neat and clean, very tastefully decorated, and appeared as if they were well used to hosting guests. I could imagine sophisticated cheese and wine evenings with lawyers and doctors standing around discussing big topics with elegance and wisdom. I also wondered, somewhat dirtily, whether this place also hosted more erotic gatherings such as gay orgies. But for all I knew, these two were monogamous.
‘Do come in. Oh, thank you,’ he said as I handed him the bottle. ‘Wow, this is a beautiful wine, you evidently know your stuff.’
‘It interests me though I am no expert. But I can appreciate a nice vintage. This one is particularly good. I tried it the other week and loved it. I bought it from the wine shop around the corner.’
‘Oh, Giovanni’s, yes, we are frequent buyers. Honestly, we spend way too much on the stuff but we don’t really drink beer, and we don’t do drugs or smoke, so I figure a bit of money on wine and fine whiskey is manageable.’
‘Lovely place you have here by the way. Very sophisticated.’ The sounds of opera (I think Rossini) floated on the air. I did wonder whether they would try and seduce me.
I sat on the sofa as a glass was placed into my hand. Ken joined and gave a friendly hello. He was wearing a similarly tight shirt and tight trousers but was barefoot. He was in good shape as well, but slimmer and shorter than the more muscular John. He sat next to me.
‘We have seen you around and always thought that you seemed like an interesting man. We host some wonderful soirees, if I say so myself, so we would love to invite you to some and introduce you to our circle. We are friends with some interesting people.’
John sat on a leather armchair and we discussed every manner of topics bar politics, money and religion. I found them to be great conversationalists and also very easygoing. We had a great couple of hours working through the bottle and laughing.
‘I assume that you are single?’
‘I am yes. Part of the reason why I came over here was because I didn’t have a family and it seemed like a good opportunity to do live abroad before all that.’
‘So you want to settle down and get married some day?’
‘Some day, sure. How about you two? You’re married?’
‘Yes, we were introduced by a fabulous friend of ours, now sadly departed, a grand dame. I had only recently come out but had come to terms with it. Then in walks this very obviously gay man and the rest was history,’ he laughed.
‘What’s it like to be gay here? Where I live it’s no big deal now, but in many parts of my country it’s less accepted.’
‘Aside from a few comments here and there it’s no issue at all. People here basically don’t care, which is nice.’
‘And you’re definitely one hundred percent straight?’ asked Ken. ‘We can’t tempt you over to the dark side?’ I wondered if they’d spoken to Chin.
‘Girls for me yes,’ I said, images of being taking Chin’s ass jumping across my mind. ‘Though…’
‘Yes..?’
‘Well, I have enjoyed a bit of man love in my time if I am honest.’
‘Oh how juicy! Tell me more!’
‘Just with one guy, a very femme guy. He seduced me and I gave in.’
‘And? Did you enjoy it?’
‘I must admit that I did. But as I say he wasn’t at all manly so I don’t know how much I could repeat it. And I am still mostly into women with no desire to date another man.’
‘You sound very open minded. That’s a good quality.’
‘I will enjoy myself without overthinking it, yes.’
There was a pause in the atmosphere. I noticed that Ken’s tight trousers were revealing an erection.
In the end, nothing sexual did happen. They made no moves on me. I was slightly disappointed but also relieved. It was one thing to have a few blowjobs from a guy and even to fuck a cute femme bottom, but I was really only into women, and I don’t know what it would be like to have gay sex with two men simultaneously. Presuming that one was a top, would they want me to suck their cocks and take a fucking from one of them?
I mused on the situation as I went to bed. I thought that I would probably be persuaded to receive a blowjob from them both. That might be fun. I might also consider sucking them – a three way oral party might be enjoyable, though I wouldn’t know until I tried. And John was much too masculine for my taste. But I could see myself taking Ken. Perhaps if we both fucked him?
Either way, these questions were purely academic. Nothing had happened and they were likely monogamous. Just because they were gay it didn’t mean that they were going to sleep around. I for one was not so silly as to believe that. But something about the whole affair had felt as if they were both eyeing me up, as if this was the first installment of a long and cautious attempt to seduce their straight neighbor.
These thoughts had given me a hard on, I realized. I really was leaning into my gay side here. How interesting. I didn’t mind. I was secure in my sexuality and masculinity sufficiently to go with whatever felt nice. I knew that I was only into women romantically and mostly when it came to sexuality, but if the occasional bit of man sex was arousing to me then I could happily enjoy that too. So I stroked my cock and replayed some of the memories of my recent encounters as I enjoyed a fulfilling orgasm.
A couple of weeks later I had a date with a beautiful Italian woman whom I had met online. She was stunning when she appeared at the bar, all curves and flowing hair and simply dripping with sexuality. She wore a tight, short, low cut red dress with a slit up the thigh, matched with heels and beautiful makeup. The atmosphere had been romantic and the conversation erotic. However, annoyingly, she left straight after. It being the first date, I was not expecting anything, but it was frustrating given that her words had produced a firm erection in my trousers.
As I walked to my apartment, I bumped into John. He inquired as to my evening and I narrated my tale – and alluded to my sexual frustration.
‘It’s only ten o’clock, would you enjoy a night cap at ours? We just bought a divine bottle of red that needs drinking.’
‘That does sound tempting. OK, why not? Thank you for the offer.’ We headed to his place. When we entered, Ken was in the kitchen area wearing only shorts and a tight white t shirt since he was not expecting company. I noted how smooth and hairless his slim legs were. The shorts were very short and a snug fit, and I could actually see the outline of his modest member. He evidently was not wearing underwear.
‘You are looking very dressed up tonight. Did you have a date?’
‘I did, yes. With a beautiful Italian woman. It went well but nothing happened before you ask!’
‘Oh would I dare?’ chuckled Ken. ‘Please, sit down. Enjoy this wine. So was she a curvy stunner?’
‘She was indeed. Low cut top that I couldn’t take my eyes off, and a slit running up her dress that showed off some beautiful thighs. Unfortunately I wasn’t able to do anything about it.’
Ken and John were sat next to each other. John was lazily stroking Ken’s bare, hairless legs. It was quite sexual and sexy to me.
‘Sounds like you’re in need of a release,’ teased John.
‘You can say that again.’
‘When I feel like that, Ken is able to tell. He obediently gets to his knees and performs what for you may be termed wifely duties. Except there are no women involved for us.’
‘Is that so? If you don’t mind my asking, is one of you the bottom?’
‘I think you can guess who,’ laughed Ken. ‘Yes, I love nothing more than being on my knees. Since I first experimented as a teenager, I can’t get enough of that. I managed to work my way through the entire football- sorry, soccer, team when I was in school. And they were all straight!’
‘Quite a story,’ I replied.
‘I also enjoy seeing Ken show other men what I get.’
‘You mean, he gives blowjobs to other guys?’
‘He certainly does. I enjoy watching and then making love to him after in a state of major arousal.’
‘That’s quite a setup you two have. Is this with gay friends of yours?’
‘Usually, yes, though we have been known to tempt a few married men.’
‘That’s very kinky.’ I was getting hard.
‘Tell me,’ proposed John, ‘and please feel free to say no, we won’t be offended… but you look like you could use a blowjob and last time you were here you said that you had enjoyed receiving services from a gay man previously. How would you like to test Ken’s abilities..?’
I was shocked, but also not. I hadn’t been wrong to guess their ulterior motives. There was a pause.
‘Would you two enjoy that?’
‘We would.’
‘Fuck it, why not?’ They smiled at this. Ken started to stroke my thigh.
‘Why don’t you stand up and remove your clothes for us?’
‘Everything?’
‘Yes, we want to see you completely naked.’ So I stood and peeled off my layers. I stood there with a bobbing cock and they both gasped. They complimented the size. Then Ken stood up and took off his, the two of us now naked. He stroked my chest and reached down to my penis, massaging it and cupping my balls.
Then Ken sunk to his knees. He teased around the base before taking my cock into his mouth. I gasped. He was even better than Chin. He dutifully licked up and down the base, swirling his tongue on my balls, and bobbing back and forth. The whole time he had his hands on my ass, squeezing and teasing and caressing.
He upped the rhythm and I told him I was close. I saw that John had taken his cock out of his pants and was masturbating, watching us intently. He seemed really turned on by the sight of two men, one straight and one his husband, naked and indulging in a sloppy blowjob.
Then Ken stroked in between my cheeks with his fingers. He found my hole and teased it. This sent me to the brink.
‘Oh fuck, Ken, I’m gonna cum any second!’ With that, he slipped the tip of his finger inside me and sucked as hard as he could. I came explosively in his mouth, panting as he slowed his rhythm and withdrew his finger.
Then Ken went over to John and kissed him. I knew that they were swapping my cum in their mouths. He got back to his knees and sucked his husband for no more than thirty seconds before he too came.
We dressed and finished our wine. ‘How was that, then? No regrets?’
‘No actually, it was fantastic! I would definitely be up for a repeat some time.’
‘That’s good. We would love to have you return. How about Tuesday evening? We are free.’
‘It’s a date.’
With my second meeting with the Italian woman on Friday, I knew that I could squeeze in another blowjob between. So I went on Tuesday as agreed.
After the usual wine and chat, during which Ken sat next to me and stroked my thighs and chest, we decided to get back to the fun. So Ken and I stripped and he set about sucking me to hardness. This time, his finger went straight into my ass and deeper this time. I had showered just before because I hoped that this would happen. I had always loved it when women fingered me.
Then John came over to us and removed his clothes. Ken turned and sucked him, stroking me with his spare hand. John moaned and I watched. It was a very erotic scene. Ken went back and forth between us, alternating handjob with blowjob so that we were both being satisfied simultaneously.
At one point, John got on his knees. He took my cock in his mouth. This I had not been expecting. He was a lot more masculine that Ken and Chin. But I didn’t stop him. In fact, this double blowjob was a new phenomenon. It felt as if tongues were everywhere on my cock and balls.
Mutual three way sucking. They all cum (in top’s mouth who swallows, top over bottom’s body, bottom on his body) and sit around naked. Bottom sucks both. Top gets behind and fucks bottom, then I joins in to receive bj. Swap positions so top is blown and I fuck. Then missionary – all cum like that.
As Chin was away, and I was not sleeping with any women, I invited them over to mine the next weekend. I looked forward to it all week. When they came over, we wasted no time with pleasantries beyond the most basic. The long slow game of seduction and will they/ won’t they was long over. We all knew what we wanted and so, standing in my front room, we all started to kiss. We stripped off piece by piece, until we were standing there naked, kissing and touching. Hands were all over, but mine were mostly on the other two’s firm asses.
Then we started to stroke each others firm cocks. We were all erect. These two were bigger than the beginner size of Chin, though both were comfortably smaller than mine. ‘Why don’t we take this into the bedroom?’ I suggested, and we retired to my bed.
Ken lay on his stomach. John got behind him and I kneeled in front. Ken took my cock in his mouth and sucked me until I was very hard. I saw John slip into his ass and immediately started fucking with a steady rhythm. Ken would alternate stroking and sucking between moans and groans. I held Ken’s head and at one point pushed his nose into my stomach and fucked his throat. At another point I slapped his face with it.
We repositioned so that John was lying on his back and leaning up against the pillows. Ken was still on his stomach but this time I went behind him and started to fuck him. I leaned in at one point and kissed his neck as I pounded his tight hole. I came inside him fairly quickly, though I held off as long as I could, so John and I swapped. After John finished we lay there panting.
Ken hadn’t cum I started to suck his hard cock while John kissed him deeply and played with his nipples. After a very short time, maybe two minutes, Ken’s body firmed up and I knew that he was about to finish. I decided to stay, and he erupted into my mouth. I swallowed everything and enjoyed the sensation.
I invited them to shower and clean up before they left. We all headed to my bathroom. I had a big shower which could easily accommodate three people – it was one of those walk in types and I had been hoping to have sex with women in there. Instead, there were two naked guy men with whom I had just had anal and oral intercourse.
We all soaped up and scrubbed each other. I realized that they were going to have fun in this shower. As soon as Ken started to massage my back and glutes, I began to get a little hard.
‘Why don’t you let us pamper you a little,’ suggested John.
‘Sure, sounds fun. How?’
‘Lean against the wall with your hands against the side of the shower. Thrust your bottom out a little and arch your back.’ I did as instructed. Ken slipped in front of me, sitting on his ass, and sucked my cock.
Behind me, John massaged my glutes. It felt very relaxing and also a turn on. He spanked me lightly a couple times and I told him that I liked it. His fingers then traced inside my crack. As I had been fingered by women, and enjoyed it, I went along with this. His finger began to tease my hole and I got majorly erect in Ken’s mouth.
I heard John opening a bottle of shower gel and squeezing some onto his hands. I knew that this was lubricant. Then he reapplied his finger to my hole and very gently worked it in. It felt amazing! Like a warmth inside me. Thankfully I’d cum ten or so minutes earlier so wasn’t going to explode too quickly.
After some time, and after he had become more vigorous and stimulated my prostate, he added two fingers. I felt quite slutty, almost like a girl. This must be what Chin and Ken felt like during sex. I was standing there completely naked leaning against the wall with my back arched, my legs wide open, and my ass thrust out, while another man entered me.
But that isn’t where it ended. No. John clearly had this figured out from the start – a devious plan. ‘I want you to relax now. Really relax. I’ll be gentle.’ I knew what was coming. I tried to let go as much as possible and loosen my body. I felt the head of his cock brush my hole, then he pushed in.
It was a little painful initially. Thankfully, John was smaller than me, and he’d opened me up. It also helped that he used a lot of lube and was incredibly slow, patient and gentle. Soon, I felt as if I was completely full, stuffed with his cock. It felt overwhelmingly big inside me – much bigger than when in my mouth.
He started with a rhythm, building faster and faster. I was moaning out loud and my penis was incredibly sensitive. Ken’s blowjob felt even better than usual in this state of double stimulation.
‘Why don’t we take this to the bedroom,’ said John. So he slipped out and Ken let go of my dick. We dried off and headed back to my bed. As we had all gone soft, we spent some time intertwined, kissing and stroking each other’s cocks and asses.
Then he told me to get on all fours. Usually the dominant one in bed, I obediently did as instructed. On all fours I felt truly slutty. John re-entered me – luckily he had brought lube. He resumed his steady fucking. Ken went to my head and fed me his cock. I was actually being spitroasted by two guys! Never would I have imagined being in such a scenario.
John screamed out as he orgasmed, giving me no warning when he shot his load deep inside me. He collapsed on the bed and I told him how amazing it felt.
‘But you’re not getting off this lightly. My turn, John. Spread yourself.’ So he opened his legs and I stuck my raging erection into his ass, having spurted industrial quantities of lubricant on my penis and his asshole. I fucked him in missionary, giving no quarter as I returned the favor. I pounded him good and he sucked Ken.
Sure enough, I very quickly felt the orgasm well up from deep inside me. I didn’t warn him either as I filled him with my seed. Soon after, Ken also finished, and John swallowed his load. We were all filled with each other’s cum in both holes.
The rest of the afternoon was spent in bed, chatting as we lazily stroked and kissed.
We had more such encounters. Everyone sucked everyone and everyone fucked everyone. Mostly it was John and I taking Ken, using his mouth and ass for our pleasure. But it was all involved and very gay. We would spend an afternoon in their large bed, kissing each other, stroking our bodies, and enjoying three way sucking sessions. At other points, we would have rampant anal sex with someone, often Ken but not always, in the middle of the other two.
This continued for the year. I never found a woman about whom I felt strongly while in London. While I continued to date and had some sex with a few, my erotic life became solely about gay sex. I was still making love to Chin until the next summer, usually twice per week, while the threesomes with John and Ken would occur once or twice a month.
I returned to New York at the end of August, one year since I had left. I never made any attempt to sleep with men again. Perhaps I had got it out of my system, or perhaps it had simply been the right place and the right time. I think that I happened to meet a few guys with whom I felt a genuine erotic connection, and that was not found again in my life.
My dating experiences were therefore solely women after that. Eventually I married a wonderful woman and had children. Inevitably, over time and with kids and careers, my sex life dwindled so that it was no longer activity every few times as it had been in my youth. But it has remained exciting, varied and fulfilling. My wife knew about my gay affairs and was amused. She herself indulged in women occasionally, and we have enjoyed a number of threesomes with other females.
But when I am alone and pleasuring myself, I often think back to that year in London and the pleasure that I experienced with those three men.