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My Sexuality
by Sassy Spank Meh (vicentevaltieri@gmail.com)
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A short recollection of my youth. Mostly based on
reality, but a little bit of fantasy too! (mm-teens,
1st-bi-expr, reluc, mast, oral)
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How wonderful it is to be a child. Children are so
innocent. They do not fully understand everything, so
they don't formulate opinions about it. If you have not
guessed what I'm talking about yet, I'm referring to a
person's sexual orientation.
Growing up, I had my bisexual feelings since early
middle school (maybe sixth or seventh grade). They were
faint, yet definitely there. During my last year in
middle school, I truly fell for one of my classmates.
His name was Jeff, but via online video games, he had
adopted the nickname "Sinny."
Midway through seventh grade, Jeff and I had a falling-
out of sorts. I just...I couldn't stand him at that
point. Our falling out lasted until after we graduated
from middle school, and I asked for a second chance a
few weeks later. He took me back in as though I were
the prodigal son!
It began to be close to Christmas time when I slept
over Jeff's for the night. He didn't know about my
nature at that point, but... you can't imagine how
painful it is to watch someone you love sleeping two
feet from you, and you have too much self-control to do
anything to them. I went home the next morning, and we
talked again on Christmas. That was when I told him I
was bisexual.
He made no objection whatsoever. However, he still
didn't know that he was the one I had my sights set
upon. Two month's later, I stayed over his house again,
and we celebrated his birthday along with President's
Day. I left the next morning, and I knew right away:
the next time I saw him, I had to tell him.
I didn't have to wait long. I was an altar server at
our local parish, so I saw him on Sunday's mass. As he
was leaving, I pulled him aside and asked him, "Jeff,
you would keep my darkest secret, wouldn't you?"
"Yeah," he whispered back, "of course!"
I looked him right in the eye and said, "I am so madly
in love with you, I can't even describe it."
He stood there for a moment, and then said, "Ok."
I told him to call if he wanted to talk about it, and
he said that he would.
We've seen each other several times since then. He
still hasn't given me a yes answer, but... he hasn't
said no either!
So, with that said, I moved on into my high school
years. He went to one school, and I went to another.
And that was where my heart skipped yet another beat.
I came to high school with two other people from my
middle school: one whom I hate, and one whom I had
known for twelve years. This next section details
George, the one I had known for twelve years.
George and I had practically spent our whole lives
together. We were very close friends, and tried to hang
out as often as possible. At times, we didn't talk; not
because we disliked each other, but because...well, I
guess the blame goes to me, actually. I had fallen for
Sinny, and so I pursued that avenue, disregarding most
other things.
George and I had a similar period during freshmen year,
when we didn't hate each other, but we wouldn't go out
of our way to talk to each other, either. At this
point, it had become...a habit, let us say, for me to
tell people who I would trust my life to that I was bi.
George was among these few people.
I told him towards the end of freshmen year. Like all
other people I had told, he didn't hate me for it. He
respected me just as much as he did prior...maybe even
more! And the reason I say that is because... well,
George was the most inquisitive person in terms of
talking to me about my orientation. I explained
everything about Sinny, and he asked me about things
like, "When did you know?" or "Who else knows?"
Eventually. I sort of called him out on it. I wrote him
a note saying that he was indeed the most inquisitive,
and that made me question his own sexuality. However,
we had a very, very deep trust, so if he told me he was
straight, I would believe him.
Later that night, he and I spoke once more. And while
we were speaking, he brought that up, asking me what I
meant. I explained to him, and then he proceeded to ask
me, "You told me something. If I tell you something, do
you promise never to tell?" I did, and I swore on my
life (which, to most of my friends, means absolutely
nothing). He then said, "Well, I'm bi, too!" I wanted
to just reach out and hug him right there.
When you live in our society, where prejudice runs
amok, it is hard to live as I do. Society oppresses
anything out of the ordinary, and bisexuality is out of
the ordinary. However, I will live that life. George
and I talked about that, and I gave him as much credit
as I could express for taking the step on the wild
side, and letting him know how much it means to me to
know that I'm not the only bi in my small little corner
of the world.
He and I discussed the topic for a few days, bringing
up a couple issues. I forget what I asked him, but I do
remember his reply. He said to me, "I'm not even
entirely sure if I'm bi or if it's just curiosity." I
grinned, and said in reply, "Come on over to my place
sometime. You'll find out really fast."
He smiled and laughed, and we kind of let it drop for a
while. But then, we brought it back up, and he asked if
he could indeed come over one day.
Of course, I said absolutely. After all, I had extended
the invitation. So, we made plans for him to come over
one afternoon so that we could do some homework
together (ah, the benefits of being in the same
classes...), and that he would spend the night.
It got to be Friday, and George came over. We did as we
said, and worked on our geometry homework together for
an hour or two. We played some video games, especially
one that was really popular at the time called "Guitar
hero." When we were done playing video games, we went
and got ready for bed. Then, the fun really began.
We both got changed in separate rooms, so as to avoid
any suspicion. No one but me knew of his nature, and as
I said, I only told the people that I really trusted.
Anyways...we got changed, and went back to my room. I
hopped up into bed, and he hopped in next to me.
"So..." I said to him, "whatcha wanna do?" He shook his
head, saying, "I dunno. Anything that will draw the
line between curiosity and... being bi!
I smiled. This was the chance I was waiting for... and
the one I needed if I wanted to make any headway. I
looked him up and down once, then made my move. I left
my right hand drop down to his left thigh, and slowly
began stroking the interior of his leg. He shifted a
little bit, seeming to be a little uncomfortable. That,
of course, was to be expected.
When I felt I had gotten him a little bit more
comfortable, I shifted a little myself. I moved my hand
up a little ways until I found the waistband of his
boxers. "Gotcha!" I thought to myself. I let my hand
wander inside, until I found my target: his now erect
WMD (for those that don't know: Weapon of Mass
Destruction).
I took his penis in my hand and slowly stroked it. For
a first time, it wasn't too difficult. You get practice
on your own, I suppose.
I heard him let out a sigh. I knew he enjoyed it. It
doesn't matter whether you're bisexual or just curious:
all men are horny. For the most part, if you stimulate
them, you will get a very typical reaction.
So, I continued with my little game, listening to him
moan and sigh as I continually masturbated him. It was
extremely fun, but... I wanted to move on. "Hey!" I
whispered. "Snap out of it! I don't want to be cleaning
up after you!"
He laughed, and said, "Guess I need somewhere to put
it, huh?"
Just what I had in mind.
I moved down, found the little opening in the front of
his boxers, and pulled his erection towards me. Also
for the first time, I slowly slid the edge of my mouth
over his penis, and I heard him moan more loudly than I
would have ever imagined. I had to take one hand and
reach all the way up to cover his mouth! "Shhh!!!" I
whispered to him (after taking myself off of his cock,
of course!)
"I'm sorry!" he whispered back. "It's just... it was so
amazing!"
"Really?" I asked. That in itself, made it all
worthwhile. To get a complement. I couldn't be happier?
Or could I? Maybe he would get more satisfaction if I
took him all the way.
In any event, I continued blowing him. I put his penis
back in my mouth and sucked on him for...all of fifteen
seconds before he started shifting around again. I knew
that was a sign: he was going to blow soon.
I sucked as hard I could, and I felt him left his hips
off of the bed. "Ahhh!" he moaned as he ejaculated
right into my mouth. His semen hit the back of my
throat and flooded my mouth. It was... absolutely...
amazing. I couldn't have been happier. I swallowed his
load, cleaned him up, and put his cock back in his
boxers.
I moved back up so that I was actually next to him
again, and I put one arm around him. "Hey, Vinny?" he
said.
"Yeah?" I said back.
"Thanks!"
"Sleep tight," I whispered back. I kept hugging him
until I fell asleep. When I woke up, he wasn't awake
yet. I looked down at his boxers. He was hard again,
and his boxers were stained with semen. I laughed as I
gently shook him, ready for another round of fun...
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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