The ”I” in bi

The first time it really became something sexual was with the one it had all started with, the boy my age I had spent those first summers hunched in the tall grass with. I’ll call him Dave for the sake of this narrative.

During the last years of elementary school and the first years of high school, we had grown somewhat apart. He was a lot more popular than me, both with our other friends and with the girls. When we were in our early teens, he had been kissing girls and feeling them up – not much else I’m sure – while I still hadn’t outgrown the giggles when around the subject of the other sex and the things boys and girls do together. We still hung out, but not nearly as often as before, and hardly ever just the two of us. When we were 14-ish, the hot topic had been masturbation. Some of the boys our age had started doing that and bragged about it, while others, myself included, still needed to figure out the what and the why of this mythical ritual. I had been touching myself in a self-pleasuring way already, but apart from some maladroit jerking on my stiff cock, I was still to uncover the finesses, and although I managed to achieve something remotely resembling an orgasm, it was clear that my discovery phase had only just begun. But I was fascinated, and the time was definitely ripe.