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This about an acceptance (on my part), that where sensual pleasures are concerned, I have bi-sexual desires.
So here's how it all started.
Long hot summer school holiday and two friends and I went swimming in the local river, by a fairly remote pumping station.
Eventually decided to go home and went to where we had left our clothes, only to find a local farmers son sitting on our towels - but our clothes were missing!
He was about 18, big built and had a reputation as a bully.
He told us that if we wanted our clothes, each of us would have to do him a 'favour'.
Given his reputation we just said 'OK'.
At which point he stripped off and laid back on the towels. He was pretty hairy and his cock was long and thick with huge testicles.
He told us all strip and told each of my friends to kneel beside him, showed them how to hold his cock and wank him off.
He turned out to be a 'spunk' machine and shot his load on his belly with each of my friends; telling each where their clothes were.
They both ran for their clothes and shot off.
I have no idea why he left me to last, but I was totally fascinated by his cock and the spunk it produced each time.
When it came to my turn, he told me to kneel beside him while he played with his cock and balls. I couldn't stop looking as his cock rose up again, a great thick pole. Then he told me to wank him.
I remember clearly that I wanted to grab that cock. It felt great and I couldn't stop looking as his big purple 'bell-end' came out of his foreskin as I stroked his cock.
But this time it was different - just as he was about to ejaculate, he pushed me back and shot his spunk all over my chest and belly.
Then he rubbed his spunk all over me, laid back, told me where my clothes were and told me to go away.
He knew we were all too frightened to tell anyone and he was right. We didn't even go back for our towels - parents were really mad.
When I got home I went up to my bedroom, stripped off and rubbed my hands all over myself, feeling his dried spunk and smelling my hands. I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened and, as it turned out; neither could one of the friends (John) who was my best mate.
We used to go to an old shed at the bottom of his garden and smoke cheap fags that came in a paper packet of four and were sold by a local shopkeeper - no questions asked!
John kept asking about what the guy had made me do and I told him about being spunked on.
He said he wished the guy had done that to him and made me tell him all about it
Over the next few weeks John and I spent a lot of time in the shed always ending up re-living the episode by the river.
Both of us found that getting naked when we talked about it, heightened the memories and we discovered that both our balls had 'dropped'.
We used to touch each other's cock and balls while we talked and hold each other (front to front or alternately behind each other).
Both our cocks started to have 'erections' and by the end of the holidays we had both had an ejaculation, miniscule compared to the 'river guy'.
We used to either masturbate together or take it in turns to stroke each other.
About six months later John and his family moved to London.
Strangely I heard many years later that John had 'come out' as a homosexual. I often wonder if the swimming episode 'triggered' that.
I soon became interested in girls/women, developed a love of porn and the rest is history.
But I'm convinced it set the bi-sexual feelings in my sensual/sexual persona, but in a strange way.
I get pleasure from 'she male' porn - if the she male is very feminine and has good realistic tits.
I feel that I'd really like to suck their cocks and make them spunk (over me or in my mouth).
I've tried 'penetrative' sex with a man, but it's the mutual wanking and sucking that I get most pleasure from.
So here's how it all started.
Long hot summer school holiday and two friends and I went swimming in the local river, by a fairly remote pumping station.
Eventually decided to go home and went to where we had left our clothes, only to find a local farmers son sitting on our towels - but our clothes were missing!
He was about 18, big built and had a reputation as a bully.
He told us that if we wanted our clothes, each of us would have to do him a 'favour'.
Given his reputation we just said 'OK'.
At which point he stripped off and laid back on the towels. He was pretty hairy and his cock was long and thick with huge testicles.
He told us all strip and told each of my friends to kneel beside him, showed them how to hold his cock and wank him off.
He turned out to be a 'spunk' machine and shot his load on his belly with each of my friends; telling each where their clothes were.
They both ran for their clothes and shot off.
I have no idea why he left me to last, but I was totally fascinated by his cock and the spunk it produced each time.
When it came to my turn, he told me to kneel beside him while he played with his cock and balls. I couldn't stop looking as his cock rose up again, a great thick pole. Then he told me to wank him.
I remember clearly that I wanted to grab that cock. It felt great and I couldn't stop looking as his big purple 'bell-end' came out of his foreskin as I stroked his cock.
But this time it was different - just as he was about to ejaculate, he pushed me back and shot his spunk all over my chest and belly.
Then he rubbed his spunk all over me, laid back, told me where my clothes were and told me to go away.
He knew we were all too frightened to tell anyone and he was right. We didn't even go back for our towels - parents were really mad.
When I got home I went up to my bedroom, stripped off and rubbed my hands all over myself, feeling his dried spunk and smelling my hands. I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened and, as it turned out; neither could one of the friends (John) who was my best mate.
We used to go to an old shed at the bottom of his garden and smoke cheap fags that came in a paper packet of four and were sold by a local shopkeeper - no questions asked!
John kept asking about what the guy had made me do and I told him about being spunked on.
He said he wished the guy had done that to him and made me tell him all about it
Over the next few weeks John and I spent a lot of time in the shed always ending up re-living the episode by the river.
Both of us found that getting naked when we talked about it, heightened the memories and we discovered that both our balls had 'dropped'.
We used to touch each other's cock and balls while we talked and hold each other (front to front or alternately behind each other).
Both our cocks started to have 'erections' and by the end of the holidays we had both had an ejaculation, miniscule compared to the 'river guy'.
We used to either masturbate together or take it in turns to stroke each other.
About six months later John and his family moved to London.
Strangely I heard many years later that John had 'come out' as a homosexual. I often wonder if the swimming episode 'triggered' that.
I soon became interested in girls/women, developed a love of porn and the rest is history.
But I'm convinced it set the bi-sexual feelings in my sensual/sexual persona, but in a strange way.
I get pleasure from 'she male' porn - if the she male is very feminine and has good realistic tits.
I feel that I'd really like to suck their cocks and make them spunk (over me or in my mouth).
I've tried 'penetrative' sex with a man, but it's the mutual wanking and sucking that I get most pleasure from.
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