Betty Bill and Richard

By Mark Stout

Published on Jul 26, 2023

Bisexual

Betty, Bill and Richard 09 (Betty outs Bill and Richard to themselves) Teen bisex M-M-F July, 2020

My name is Richard.

One day in early spring Betty had taken us to our school's Safe Space at the end of lunch, which freaked out Bill and I, but the pamplets she'd grabbed and news about an LGBTQ advocacy group in town ended up being priceless.

Repeating from the last story, Bill and I had gone from being jerk-off buddies a year ago to including Betty as a person we could get off with, both with our hands and mouth. All of that between the summer when we were fourteen until mid November, by which time we'd all turned fifteen. From January though the winter and into spring the three of us only had a little time alone and so there weren't many new things we could try.

We went to Betty's house after school the day that Betty had taken us to the Safe Space, kicked off our shoes and went straight to the kitchen instead of her bedroom. She pulled the pamphlets out of her backpack, and then all three of us slowed down to kiss each other.

This was the first time in ages we'd stayed dressed after school, and we always had gone to somebody's bedroom first and the kitchen later. The visit to the Safe Space had put our routine into shock.

A couple of the pamphlets were useless to us. We'd never been bullied, we weren't even "out" to ourselves. None of our parents had said a word about "the gays", we weren't regular church goers, and in fact didn't consider ourselves closeted; we didn't even wear a "bisexual" label, though by the dictionary, Bill and I were clearly doing bisexual things.

The three of us were pretty quiet for about 45 minutes while we read through the pamplhets that were worth looking at.

Finally Bill said, "Okay, I've been through these. There isn't much here for us, and all of this is on the Internet, isn't it?"

Betty said, "Inside the pamphlets isn't much." Think about the Safe Space.

"Never again", I said. "I'm just glad nobody saw us coming out of there!"

Betty continued, "So what if they did? The people in that room weren't emberrased one bit. You boys are dressing like a Duran Duran cover band."

"WHAT?" That was both of us boys.

Betty expected that. "You don't even know it. You dressed like lumberjacks a year ago. Now you both dress cute. You might be dressing for each other, and you don't even know it. Most of the school doesn't care if you're straight, gay or whatever. Your friends at school don't care, though a couple of people think you're hot now that didn't notice you before."

I thought Bill was the one that dropped bombshells.

Betty took a breath. She didn't usually talk this much. "If you pinned a pink badge to your shirt pocket that said, 'Bisexual and Proud!', your friends wouldn't treat you any differently. Hell, you think your whole swim team is straight?"

I looked at Bill, but we didn't say anything. The whole swim team was most definitely not all straight.

Bill talked. "I don't think we really need to wear pink badges on our shirt pockets".

Betty changed the subject. "Tomorrow's Friday. We'll have one of our regualar handjob or oral sex days, but Saturday I want to go to this Advocacy group. It's only about six blocks; we should be able to walk".

I felt the need to talk, "I'm down with Saturday, but tomorrow I want us to leave our jeans on and kiss and cuddle for a change."

Betty nodded. "You okay with that, Bill?"

Bill said, "Yeah. I want to talk about what we're gonna do next, like after we visit this advocacy place, and when summer comes. Tomorrow's good for that."

We all agreed. Betty put her pamplets away and we started on homework.

Next: Chapter 10


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