From: purple@shell.portal.com (Todd Vierling)
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Subject: A story of mine...
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Date: 22 Jul 1994 04:13:46 GMT
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I wrote this story as a response to an e-mail I received to a followup I
wrote on a bisexuality issue. I thought it might interest some users so
I posted it here, and remember: this was real, and I am the `I' in the story.

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Straight guys usually don't think of the immense resources available to them
in the homosexual and bisexual community. There are those that would give
head or something along those lines without ever wanting reciprocation,
something which many straight men would die for in a woman.

I am bisexual myself but lean towards the gay side (about a 4 on the Kinsey
scale). I'm 18 and just entering college, and what I'm about to tell you
happened the week before classes started.

I have given head to one straight man; since I like to give it wasn't much of
a big deal to me at the time. He'd suspected I was bi (or at least semigay).

We were watching some late movie after the other three people that were there
left; and he was getting ready to go too. His wife was gone for the week
and he would be home alone (again). Just as a joking remark (and possibly
a test just to see if his suspicions were right), he said, "Well, it's late
and everyone else has left; I might as well get going too. Damn, I wish my
wife were home - she could really give a blowjob, guess I'll have to yank it
another night till she comes back."

This remark struck me immediately as odd coming from Jim [fictitious name],
and I couldn't help but respond back. "Well you've probably suspected it and
I'll admit it; though I have had a few women in bed I've given a few blowjobs
too in my day."

Jim couldn't believe it; after knowing me for more than four years, teaching
me some computer tricks that got my knowledge to where it was then, and seeing
me having so much benign fun around women, I was....bisexual!?

He was astounded, and almost speechless. After about ten seconds he broke the
silence with, "Well, I have suspected that somewhat; I have seen you looking
a bit more than most at the men by the pool as well as women...But why tell me
now? It's not like I really needed to know."

It was true, I didn't really have to reveal it then. But I felt that maybe,
possibly, he'd want help in his little predicament. I offered. "Jim, I'll be
frank about this. You mentioned your problem with your wife. You said you
needed a good blowjob. I could give you that, if no more."

I felt like I was controlling the situation; in intimate situations I was
usually the more submissive one. But the control wasn't enough. Jim snapped
back at my statement, "But I'm not gay or any of the sort. What would I
want with that?"

"I know that, but you don't have to worry; you don't have to do anything to
me. Just being able to give someone pleasure is pleasurable enough to me.
Besides, you've got a great body and I've always (he-hmm) wanted to see what's
under those shorts of yours."

Jim was a bit reluctant but understood, and since he was a bit horny from the
movie ("Basic Instinct" - how many times can this movie be watched without
it getting boring!?), he decided to take the plunge, so to speak. "Well, I
guess it wouldn't hurt. But don't tell my wife about this."

"Of course not; you're a good man and don't deserve that kind of publicity."

Jim unbuttoned his shorts and pulled them down with a little gusto. But when
it got to his Jockey shorts, he was a little afraid.

"Jim, don't think this is pulling you down or anything. Not only are you smart,
you've got a great body, tan, smooth, almost hairless. I've got fair skin that
won't tan, and light but still present hair everywhere. I'd die for a body
like yours."

He was more confident now, and I'm glad he was, for what I saw when he pulled
down his Jockeys was a sight to behold. He was soft, but a good 5" soft!
And not only that, it appeared that he trimmed and/or shaved his pubic hair.

"Jim, do you shave this?"

He replied, "No, but I do trim it short; Karry says it makes it better for
her in bed."

Well, I stroked his head and almost immediately his prick began to rise. It
was almost as if that saying were true ("Stand back, I don't know how big this
thing gets!").

Within seconds he was fully hard, and his slightly curved 8" dick stood in
front of my mouth, ready for the entry. I paused a second, then fondled his
dickhead with my tongue. I kept licking him until I could hear him start to
moan quietly. He was ready.

I started by putting my mouth over his erection as far as it would go, leaving
a good few inches still untouched. I heard Jim moan great excitement at this
and rolled his dick around on my tongue. I pulled back and continued by taking
in parts of his dick by the sides, licking it all over until I had completely
covered it. I didn't probe around for his asshole; I didn't do that kind of
thing (at least not yet), but I knew that it wasn't a "straight" thing to do.

It was time to make my friend come like he hadn't before.

I proceeded to return to his cut prick's head. This time, I pumped it in and
out slowly, letting him savor the texture of my tongue on his hard dick, and
increased speed until Jim moaned - this time quite furiously.

Breathing heavily, Jim said in a clipped (and half moaning) voice, "I'm going
to come soon...."

I knew that he was from how hot and pulsating his prick had become in my mouth,
and just let him go as far as he wanted to. I hadn't as yet actually tasted
semen, and hoped this time I would.

When his moaning became continuous, I pumped in further until I couldn't
take any more, and pumped even faster. He was coming...I couldn't wait!

But he did what the others had done; pulled out to come outside my mouth. My
first tastes would have to wait, but I was satisfied with my work. I let him
sit in his endorphinous ecstasy, and went to the bathroom for kleenex and a
damp washcloth.

When I returned I cleaned up the cum that had not landed in the popcorn bowl,
and handed Jim the washcloth and kleenex.

He was happy with my work too, and would not leave without letting me know.
"I've always wondered what it'd be like having a man give another man head,
and now I know. I have no idea why people hate homosexuals so much; gays have
so much to offer us. You sure did."

I had to correct the semantics here: "Jim, I'm bisexual, not gay, remember?"

"Whatever. You're just someone who likes to give people pleasure and make them
happy. I admire that in you. And I never want you to forget that."

I haven't and never will.

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I haven't named this story - any suggestions?

Oh yeah, if you're at the University of Florida I may be able to duplicate
this story :)