The ”I” in bi

This time I definitely did say wow out loud, my voice rich with admiration and fascination.
He squeezed the last drops of sperm from his head, shook off and stood with his hands on his hips, his deflating cock still hanging out of his open pants.
I was still pulling my own cock, but I knew nothing was going to happen. I gave it another minute, but it seemed futile. I was actually going limp myself, without even feeling the preamble of an orgasm. I closed my eyes and envisioned the scene I had just witnessed, his big hard cock moving in his hand, his ejaculation spewing almost half a meter into the air. And then a strange thing happened. I imagined his cock moving in and out of my mouth…I fantasized about sucking his cock once more, not the teeny boy weeny it had been about half our lives ago, but this thick, fully erect man meat he sported now. I imagined his orgasm not touching the air, but touching the back of my mouth and my tongue. And I guess that’s what sent me over the top. I got fully rigid in a matter of seconds, and not much more than a minute later, I had an orgasm myself. Not the exuberant fountain of sperm he had demonstrated just a few minutes earlier, but still it was one of the more successful launches of my brief career.
“There, see?” he said, with a strange mix of victory and pride, not for himself but for me.
“Looks like you’re doing just fine.”