by A. T Brennan
“Hey.” It was a pretty lame way to break the ice but it was all I could think of.
“Hey.” He looked at me and then back down at the floor.
“So, we should talk.”
“Yeah.”
“Were you drunk?”
I’d asked if he’d had too much to drink and he hadn’t seemed drunk, but he might be one of those who held his liquor well but still did stupid things while drunk.
“No, I wasn’t drunk.”
“You must be confused as fuck.”
“I am.”
“Want to sit?”
He nodded and we sat on the couch, on opposite ends with the middle cushion between us. I knew this was going to be hard for him so I waited for him to start.
“When did you realize you were gay?”
I’d been expecting that one. “Pretty much as soon as I knew what attraction was. I’d always had crushes on boys, thought they were hot. I’ve never had the urge to be with a woman but plenty to be with men.”
“You’ve never done anything with a girl before?”
“I’ve kissed a few. Messed around a bit, but never had sex. I just didn’t see the appeal and I couldn’t get hard so I knew it wasn’t what I wanted.”
“I like girls. I’ve been with girls and never faked it.” He sighed and looked at me. “I’ve never been attracted to guys before, never thought of it until...”
“Until last night?”
“Yeah.”
“So, you think you’re bi?”
“It’s the only thing I can think of to rationalize what’s going on in my head.”
I waited for him to continue. It looked like he had more to say.
“We live together, messing around is only going to complicate things, especially since I’m going to be here a lot.”
“What do you mean?” I asked. That was a strange thing to say.
“I’m having some issues in school. I have to put a lot more energy into studying so I’m not going to be going out very often. Usually I’m all over the place and don’t spend a lot of time at home, this year is going to be different.”
“Same with me.”
“What?”
“I’m broke. I have to save money like crazy this year to pay off some debts so I’m not going to be going out much at all. I was the same as you, always out and ready for fun, but this year I can’t afford it and I don’t want to fall back into that pattern.”
“So we’re both going to be here a lot... all the more reason to not shit where we eat.”
I smirked at his choice of words but nodded. “Very true.”
“Can I ask you something? It might be awkward but I don’t have anyone else I can talk to about this kind of thing.”
“Sure. You can talk to me about anything, ask anything.”
“How do I know if I’m interested in guys, or just one guy in particular?”
I knew he was talking about me and felt a flush of possessive desire go through me. The thought of Adam going out and testing his bisexuality with some random dude made me feel a bit ill, but he was asking as a friend and he needed guidance.
“See if other guys turn you on. If you can fantasize about them or watch two men together and get turned on then it’s not just one guy. It’s all of us.”
“Thanks. Are we cool?”
“We’re cool.” I nodded and tried to keep my face neutral.
“Good. Well, I should probably make something to eat.”
“I have stuff to do.”
We stood and kind of stared at each other for a moment, Adam was the first to break eye contact, and as he headed into the kitchen I went to my room.
That had been all sorts of awkward but at least I knew where he stood. He was as into me as I was him, but we lived together so it wasn’t going to happen. I would have to keep my feelings to myself and make sure to be supportive while he figured out what he wanted. At least I had the memories of that kiss to replay in my fantasies. Something told me that was going to be in my spank bank for a long time.
ADAM
Thankfully school started and I got busy, fast. I’d spent three years taking the easiest credits I could get away with so this year was packed with compulsory courses, and none of them were light on work. Add my workouts to the mix and I spent the first week artfully keeping away from Logan, while simultaneously trying to make it seem like I wasn’t avoiding him.
By the second week of class we’d fallen into a routine, and could be in the same room without things getting weird. By that weekend I was sure whatever had been in my system was gone.
I still found him hot and constantly thought about that kiss, but the obsession seemed to have faded. Logan was turning out to be a really great friend, and I didn’t want to fuck that up with a silly crush.
I’d done what he suggested and tried to see if there were other guys who turned me on. It felt a bit weird to be checking guys out, but it was as though a veil had been lifted and I was seeing a lot of guys I thought were attractive. None who made me want to do anything about it, but I could feel physical attraction. That was new.
I also played an episode of the American version of the show Queer as Folk. As I watched the characters live their lives I was very aware of the men. Seeing two of the main characters kiss and undress each other made my dick twitch and my mind wander, and when they had a pretty intense softcore scene I was rock hard and ready to jack off. I was definitely turned on by men.
At least that answered that question. I was bi.
I might know the truth, and Logan definitely knew the truth, but that didn’t mean anyone else had to. As long as I didn’t start dating a guy then there was no reason to tell the team or my family. I didn’t want anyone to look at me differently just because I’d discovered I liked dick.
* * * * *
“What’re you doing?”
I’d just connected my PS4 to the TV in the living room and was standing up when Logan came into the living room.
“I found my spare controller. I thought I’d set it up in here so we could play.”
“Thanks, you didn’t have to do that.”
I nodded to the controllers on the couch and came to sit with him. “Playing alone was getting boring. I need an ass to kick.”
“I wouldn’t get too cocky there, Mr. Bigshot. You might have spent your youth on the ball field, but I spent mine with a controller in my hand trying to beat three brothers. I’m going to be serving you your ass on a platter.”
“Oh really, how about we make this interesting?”
“You want to bet?” He grinned. “Okay. What’s the wager?”
“If I win you have to help me with my homework, read over my essays and shit since you keep bragging about pulling a 3.8.”
“Done.”
“And if you win...”
“Then you have to keep training me.”
“I was going to do that anyway,” I pointed out.
“Fine. Then you have to do my laundry for the semester.”
“Done.”
“Shall we shake on it?”
He held out his hand, giving me a shit eating grin as he did. I reached out and gripped his hand, giving it a firm shake, but I couldn’t ignore the jolt of electricity I felt from him.
I had to calm the fuck down. We were playing video games. There was nothing less sexy than playing video games with a friend.
“What are we playing?”
“Modern Warfare?”
“You’re on.”
I’d stacked all of my games next to the system in the TV stand so I was able to find it and put it in the PS4.
It took a moment to set the game up, and when it was ready we sat next to each other on the couch and started playing.
He was good, much better than I expected, and as the game wore on I was feeling less and less sure of myself.
We were trash talking like a couple of twelve-year-olds on a headset, and by the time the game was over he’d won.
“
Fuck.”
“Told ya.” He grinned.
“Great, now I’m your maid.” I rolled my eyes.
“Just my laundress. I expect it folded and pressed on delivery.”
“Fuck you. I’ll do it but it’s all ending up in a heap in the basket.”
“Fine. You’re no fun.”
His eyes were twinkling as he looked at me, and when he knocked his knee against mine I was overcome with the sudden urge to kiss him again.
Logan must have picked up on my changed mood because he stopped grinning and stared at me.
Every reason why I should lean back and take a deep breath flew from my mind, and instead I leaned forward.
Logan met me halfway, and when our lips met the kiss was gentle and soft. I could feel my skin flushing as blood rushed to both my face and my dick. A small moan escaped my lips and that sound seemed to drive Logan’s arousal as high as my own.
One of his hands cupped my cheek as our lips slanted together, and when his tongue traced over my bottom lip I eagerly opened to him.
Fuck he was a good kisser. His tongue slid over mine, creating mini waves of pleasure that ran from my mouth all the way to my cock, and I was rock-hard in only moments. I heard him grunt, and the deep sound awakened something in me. I needed more.
I gripped Logan’s waist, tugging him toward me. He moved closer until our bodies were pressing together.
“What do you want?” he asked in a raspy voice, pulling away so he could look into my eyes.
“I...don’t know.”
“I’m guessing you’ve never fooled around with a guy before?” he asked softly.
“No.” I shook my head, my eyes on his slightly swollen lips.
“What do you want from me? I don’t want to push you.”
“I don’t want to make any decisions. I just want to feel it, feel you.”
“See where it goes?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to lead? You can stop me—”
“Logan,” I interrupted. “I want you to...” I broke off and bit my lip. How could I tell him I wanted him to do whatever he wanted to me, to make me want it?
“You want me to be in charge?”
“Yes.”
“I can do that.” His voice was husky and low, and instead of pushing me back on the couch he moved so he was straddling my lap.
His lips met mine in a deep, hot kiss, and his hands moved over my body.
Parts of me that had never been involved in kissing were woken up, and fire moved through my veins. I moaned as he broke away long enough to rip off his shirt, and moved to help him pull off mine.
He was glorious. His chest and abdomen were tight and his skin looked smooth. He had a light spattering of light-brown chest hair, and I couldn’t stop my hands as they reached up to touch him.
His pecs were hard and his skin was soft, and as my hands moved over his chiseled body it felt right.
He let me explore him for a moment, and when my fingers grazed over his hardened nipples he gasped and caught my lips in another deep kiss.
His hands were on my chest, running over my skin as his mouth ravaged mine. I could feel his cock, hard and hot against me. I wanted to grab it, to feel it in my hand and see the pleasure on his face as I stroked him, but I wasn’t brave enough to do that yet. Instead I gripped his tight ass and pulled him closer.
Logan grinned against my mouth and began rolling his hips, rubbing his cock against mine as he did. We were both in sweatpants and I could feel the ridges on his dick through the thin material.
“Fuck.” I gasped as he pulled away from me.
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes.” My voice was breathy and a little high, but I didn’t give a fuck about anything other than feeling Logan’s hand on my cock.
“Do you want me to suck you?”
It was more than I could have hoped for, and my powers of speech were suddenly gone as I imagined feeling his hot mouth around my shaft.
Logan grinned as I nodded and then slid off my lap. As he knelt between my legs I helped him tug my sweatpants and boxer briefs down so my cock was freed. I was already leaking and I was so hard my cock was pointing straight up, begging to be touched.
Logan gripped my shaft and ran his thumb through the pre-cum on my tip, spreading it around as he lubed up the head with it. I groaned, trying to keep some semblance of control so I didn’t shoot before he’d even started, and then groaned again when he lowered his mouth to me.
“Fuuuuuuck.” My hand moved to cup the back of his head as he swallowed me down, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked hard. It was exactly the way I liked it, and I had to bite my lip when he brought me all the way to the back of his throat and swallowed around me a few times.
“Fuck. Holy shit, Logan.” I shook my head, trying to keep focus as he kept moving his mouth up and down my shaft, his lips creating a hot, tight seal as his hand worked what his mouth wasn’t taking in.
It was by far, hands down the best blow job I’d ever gotten, and I could feel my end coming on way too soon. My thighs cramped, by balls tightened and pulled up and my entire body tensed. I was about to warn Logan when he pulled off my dick and let it go.
“Fuck, don’t stop—oh god.”
His tongue was running over my balls, teasing the seam of my sack as he nuzzled and toyed with me. It felt incredible but it wasn’t enough to finish me and I was able to calm down a bit as I enjoyed his attentions.
“Please, suck me.” I begged after a few minutes. I needed more. I wanted him to make me come.
Logan obliged, and as my cock slid back into the wet heat of his mouth I let out a cry.
“Fuck, babe. I’m gonna come,” I warned him, waiting for him to pull off and finish me with his hand, but he only sucked me faster and deeper.
“Oh fuck!” I finished with a cry as my release coated the back of his throat. Logan didn’t even pause. He just swallowed me down and kept pumping my shaft with his hand, milking every drop of my orgasm out of me that he could.
He stopped the moment before his attentions became too much and sat back on his heels, looking up at me as I tried to get my head back.
“Fuck, that was hot.” I shook my head and looked down at him. “Watching you, seeing you on my cock...so fucking sexy.”
“Do you want to watch me jerk off on you?”
“Fuck yes.”
He climbed back over me and straddled my lap again. I held his hips to help keep him steady, my eyes glued to his hand as it moved over his cock.
Watching him stroke himself, hearing him grunt and moan was way hotter than I could have ever imagined, and I didn’t want to just sit there and let him do all the work.
I reached out and put my hand over his, looking up at him as I did. His eyes were so full of passion and desire.
“Let me.”
He nodded and pulled his hand away. He was slick with pre-cum and I made a tight fist as I dragged my hand up and down his hard length.
It was the first cock, other than my own, I’d ever touched, and the more I stroked him the more I needed to feel him.
“Kiss me,” I almost begged, not caring about anything other than feeling his lips on mine as I touched him.
Logan bent forward, his lips meeting mine and his tongue sweeping into my mouth. He held me by the shoulders and rocked his hips slightly, gently fucking my fist as I stroked him.
“Fuck,” he moaned against my lips. “Fuck yes, baby.”
I could feel his muscles tighten as his breathing became ragged. He was getting close.
I pulled away from the kiss, wanting to see him as he came. His hands squeezed my shoulders and I fucking loved watching him come undone like this. There was something so hot about knowing I was doing this to him, and my cock hardened as I watched the pleasure wash over his face.
“Fuck!”
He jerked against me, his eyes closing as his head fell back. His cum splashed onto my stomach and I lessened my hold as I slowed
my pace.
“Too much.” He put his hand over mine, stopping me as he shook his head. “Holy fuck. You’re good at that.”
I grinned and tilted my face up to his one last time. I needed a final kiss.
Logan smiled and leaned forward, giving me a sweet kiss before pulling away and sliding off my lap.
“So much for not shitting where we eat.”
“Yeah. I think we’re way beyond that.” I nodded and looked at my stomach.
“We should probably decide it was a onetime thing and go back to being friends.” He sighed and rubbed his hand through his hair.
“Yeah. That would probably be best.”
“But it’s not going to be, is it?”
“No.”
“Good.” He grinned and nodded to my stomach. “How about you clean up and I’ll pick a different game.”
“Deal.”
It was a big night of firsts for me. My first blow job from a man and the first time I gave a guy a hand job. I expected to feel shame and embarrassment, but all I could feel was satisfaction and residual pleasure.
It seemed I was coming to terms with my bisexuality easier than I thought I would.
Chapter Seven
Logan
Things changed after Adam and I got freaky on the couch. We still hung out and played video games, but now there was a lot more kissing involved. We weren’t making out all the time, but every once and awhile the mood would shift and we’d start fooling around.
I loved sucking dick, but there was something about doing it for Adam that was so much hotter than usual. Maybe it was the fact that I was the first one, or the way he fully gave into it. Whatever the reason I was glad he wanted to keep doing it, and I understood that he wasn’t ready to reciprocate.
It wasn’t like he was an ass and left me hanging. He had no problem jerking me off, and there was something really hot about watching him enjoy touching me that sent me over the edge a lot faster than usual.
I had no idea what we were, but whatever it was seemed to be working.
Avery: want to meet up for coffee? I miss you
Logan: I miss you too babes. After class?