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My First Bi-guy. free porn video
I realised I was bi-curious in my late teens, but it took until I was about 25 before an opportunity finally occurred.
I had a small collection of straight hardcore porn mags, remember this was in the days before the Internet, and to this day I remember this double-page spread of this hot girl on her knees in front of 7 fit guys with massive cocks, getting ready to suck. I loved that photo, I always had a quick glance at the girl before focusing on the guys and all those beautiful hard cocks, just wishing I could take the place of that girl.
One day, a bit pissed, I was showing a mate, Simon, some of my collection, and I spotted him stop at that particular photo, I went to get a couple more beers from the kitchen, and then went upstairs to use the toilet, when I returned he was still looking at the same photo. It was clear he was mesmerised as much as me by all those hard cocks.
Simon was a couple of years younger than me, a little shorter, slim, fit with boyish looks and I had often thought that I would like some sexy fun with him. I was living in a shared house at the time, and he was staying the weekend, crashing on a spare mattress on my bedroom floor.
It was time for bed, we disappeared upstairs with the mags, both striped to our pants ready for bed. He disappeared to have a piss, I was sitting on the edge of my bed, feet on the spare mattress, looking at that photo, sporting a hard-on, when suddenly I realised he had returned and was standing in front of me. He bent over to see what photo I was looking at, and must have spotted I was hard.
“That’s a hot photo”, he said, “she’s so fucking hot”.
He knelt next to me on the mattress, trying to look at the photo, I dropped down onto my knees, so he would get a better view, and the words, “the guys are pretty hot too”, slipped from my lips, I couldn’t believe I had just said that.
Much to my amazement he replied, “they are, fucking nice cocks”, I looked him directly in the eyes, he had a certain twinkle in them, I looked down & saw he was as hard as me, I looked back up to see him checking me out. As he looked back up, he was smiling as much as I was, as we both realised something wonderful was happening here.
I just said, “well?”, he replied, “OK!”, and with that we grabbed hold of each other and rolled over onto the mattress, both looking deep into each other’s eyes, as our hands started to investigate each other’s bodies, soon we were both grabbing at the other’s cock.
Within seconds we were pulling off our pants and locked into the classic 69 position, as our tongues worked in unison, investigating new territory, licking up and around those beautiful throbbing rods of tasty meat. I pulled back his foreskin and started teasing his head, licking around it, poking at that little hole, before slowly starting to take his cock into by mouth, he followed whatever I did first, it was as if he needed me to take the lead, which I found a real turn on.
God did he taste good, it felt so good, my head was spinning from both the experience, but sadly from the alcohol too, I tried to take all his cock into my mouth, it hit the back of my throat, and I discovered my gag reflex, and found myself ready to throw-up.
I broke away, dashed to the toilet, just making it in time, what a fucking passion killer!
My housemate chose that exact moment to stumble in from a nightclub, with some dodgy bird under his arm. They passed the open bathroom door, and burst out in laughter at seeing me naked & lent over the toilet pan on ‘the great white phone to God’. Fuck!
That was the end of the night, I was too sick to carry on & certainly didn’t want those two over hearing Simon & I making out in the room next to them. I headed back to my room, Simon was out like a light, I fell into my bed feeling fucking angry with myself.
Next morning when we woke, I told Simon how sorry I was, he was fine about it & said we were both far too pissed & that we should just forget about it. What I wasn’t sure about was what he meant by that, me being sick or us sucking each other’s cocks. And, my head was hurting so much, and my mind all over the place, that I wasn’t in a fit state to question him.
We showered, separately, and headed downstairs for some breakfast.
Soon my housemate appeared, “you two had a goodnight?”
“Got a bit too pissed too be honest”, I replied.
“Yes, we did notice”, as he laughed, I turned red, and Simon looked confused.
“So, who’s the bird?”
“No idea mate, but she doesn’t half give good head”, we all laughed.
As he headed off back upstairs with tea & toast, he turned and said, “by the way a few of us are fucking off camping tonight, so you’ll have the house to yourself”.
I looked at Simon, he was smiling, with that twinkle in his eyes again, I smiled back, he gave me a knowing wink, and I had a lovely warm feeling come over me, as I realised we certainly wouldn’t be drinking so much today, we needed to save ourselves for some fun tonight.
Part 2 to follow….
I had a small collection of straight hardcore porn mags, remember this was in the days before the Internet, and to this day I remember this double-page spread of this hot girl on her knees in front of 7 fit guys with massive cocks, getting ready to suck. I loved that photo, I always had a quick glance at the girl before focusing on the guys and all those beautiful hard cocks, just wishing I could take the place of that girl.
One day, a bit pissed, I was showing a mate, Simon, some of my collection, and I spotted him stop at that particular photo, I went to get a couple more beers from the kitchen, and then went upstairs to use the toilet, when I returned he was still looking at the same photo. It was clear he was mesmerised as much as me by all those hard cocks.
Simon was a couple of years younger than me, a little shorter, slim, fit with boyish looks and I had often thought that I would like some sexy fun with him. I was living in a shared house at the time, and he was staying the weekend, crashing on a spare mattress on my bedroom floor.
It was time for bed, we disappeared upstairs with the mags, both striped to our pants ready for bed. He disappeared to have a piss, I was sitting on the edge of my bed, feet on the spare mattress, looking at that photo, sporting a hard-on, when suddenly I realised he had returned and was standing in front of me. He bent over to see what photo I was looking at, and must have spotted I was hard.
“That’s a hot photo”, he said, “she’s so fucking hot”.
He knelt next to me on the mattress, trying to look at the photo, I dropped down onto my knees, so he would get a better view, and the words, “the guys are pretty hot too”, slipped from my lips, I couldn’t believe I had just said that.
Much to my amazement he replied, “they are, fucking nice cocks”, I looked him directly in the eyes, he had a certain twinkle in them, I looked down & saw he was as hard as me, I looked back up to see him checking me out. As he looked back up, he was smiling as much as I was, as we both realised something wonderful was happening here.
I just said, “well?”, he replied, “OK!”, and with that we grabbed hold of each other and rolled over onto the mattress, both looking deep into each other’s eyes, as our hands started to investigate each other’s bodies, soon we were both grabbing at the other’s cock.
Within seconds we were pulling off our pants and locked into the classic 69 position, as our tongues worked in unison, investigating new territory, licking up and around those beautiful throbbing rods of tasty meat. I pulled back his foreskin and started teasing his head, licking around it, poking at that little hole, before slowly starting to take his cock into by mouth, he followed whatever I did first, it was as if he needed me to take the lead, which I found a real turn on.
God did he taste good, it felt so good, my head was spinning from both the experience, but sadly from the alcohol too, I tried to take all his cock into my mouth, it hit the back of my throat, and I discovered my gag reflex, and found myself ready to throw-up.
I broke away, dashed to the toilet, just making it in time, what a fucking passion killer!
My housemate chose that exact moment to stumble in from a nightclub, with some dodgy bird under his arm. They passed the open bathroom door, and burst out in laughter at seeing me naked & lent over the toilet pan on ‘the great white phone to God’. Fuck!
That was the end of the night, I was too sick to carry on & certainly didn’t want those two over hearing Simon & I making out in the room next to them. I headed back to my room, Simon was out like a light, I fell into my bed feeling fucking angry with myself.
Next morning when we woke, I told Simon how sorry I was, he was fine about it & said we were both far too pissed & that we should just forget about it. What I wasn’t sure about was what he meant by that, me being sick or us sucking each other’s cocks. And, my head was hurting so much, and my mind all over the place, that I wasn’t in a fit state to question him.
We showered, separately, and headed downstairs for some breakfast.
Soon my housemate appeared, “you two had a goodnight?”
“Got a bit too pissed too be honest”, I replied.
“Yes, we did notice”, as he laughed, I turned red, and Simon looked confused.
“So, who’s the bird?”
“No idea mate, but she doesn’t half give good head”, we all laughed.
As he headed off back upstairs with tea & toast, he turned and said, “by the way a few of us are fucking off camping tonight, so you’ll have the house to yourself”.
I looked at Simon, he was smiling, with that twinkle in his eyes again, I smiled back, he gave me a knowing wink, and I had a lovely warm feeling come over me, as I realised we certainly wouldn’t be drinking so much today, we needed to save ourselves for some fun tonight.
Part 2 to follow….
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- 02.02.2021
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