Dotting the “I” in bi

Driving my bike home, I can’t say I wasn’t at least a little confused. I had just given my best friend a blowjob after all. So many things about this seemed a little off. We were only forteen years old, but we both were, so that didn’t really worry me. But we were boys. At fourteen, we hadn’t been confronted with sexuality issues yet, apart from the axiom that gays or homos were somehow different than other people. In those days, everyone you knew had a mom and a dad, and we didn’t know any homosexual people or couples. On top of that, homo was a swear word, so there had to be something wrong about being a homo, right?

But though a little confused, I wasn’t worried. Sucking him had felt so good, emotionally as well as physically, that it never crossed my mind that there had been anything wrong with what had happened. This was a matter I had settled with myself years ago – I had been sucking cock since I was six – so I focused on enjoying the afterglow of this epic experience.

The taste of his sperm lingered in my mouth, heavy and tangy, not at all unpleasant. All the way home the sensations I had felt played before my mind’s eye, like a 3D virtual reality immersive experience. The feel of his boner deep in my mouth, punching in my throat, my tongue sliding over the bottom of his cock, circling his head, that first taste of his cum, those first creamy drops, followed by the pulsing jets filling my belly…I felt the attachment with my own body reassert itself with a vengeance, as I became painfully aware of the raging boner in my pants. Even though I had cum myself not half an hour earlier, my balls were aching and my cock was cramped in my jeans. I knew my mom would make me come at the dinner table immediately when I got home, so there’d be no time to get some quick relief.