The ”I” in bi

I had no idea what went through his mind, no clue as to what he was feeling. But I did know that he loved it, and that he was ready. So was I.
I braced myself as his movement became erratic. I felt his butt clench in my hands. This was it.
He grabbed my head again, no longer gently, and fucked my mouth faster and wilder, groaning louder and louder with every pump. I tasted his seed as it touched my tongue, first a little, but a few seconds after those first drops he shot a thick, scolding hot jet of creamy sperm in my mouth. Once, twice, and a third time before it abated to a trickle. He had let go of my head and stood there, panting and with his knees buckling. Now it was him that uttered a well-meant wow. I finished him off, stroking him with my fist. I sucked every last drop from his cock and swallowed it all. It tasted unlike anything, better than I had dared dream. I knew then that I was hooked.

I kept sucking him until I felt him go limp in my mouth. Without an effort to hide my regret, I let him take a step back and pull up his pants. I stood up and just waited, for a response. I had no clue what that response would be. Anger, shame, mockery…but he just smiled at me. A smile filled with friendship and camaraderie.
“That was definitely the hardest orgasm I ever had. I didn’t know you could do that.”
“Neither did I”, I retorted. “But now we know.”