In the Sweet Bi and Bi by Coltrane (John O'Connor) (bisexual college mf & mm) (1 of 1)
Synopsis: I discover Mark is as good a lover as his sister Wendy, but in a wonderfully different way.
Note: This is a slightly revised version. I made a mistake regarding women's anal anatomy in the original & decided to correct it. I appreciate the people who take the time to write me about how much they like or dislike my stories or any mistakes I may have made. It helps us amateur writers stay on our toes.
When I was a senior in college, I was dating a pretty girl named Wendy Devers. She and I were pretty hot and heavy almost from the very first date. We were both very much into the oral arts and practiced on each other quite a bit, when we weren't just screwing like rabbits.
Ours was almost purely a physical relationship. We never pretended we had undying love for each other, just undying lust.
Due to financial constraints, I still lived in the dorms. Wendy shared a 2-bedroom apartment with her younger brother, Mark. He was a sophomore but they could almost have been twins. They both were the same height (5'7") and slender. Both had short black hair and large brown eyes. Both had slender frames. She was pretty but not gorgeous with small but sensitive breasts. He was handsome and sensitive but not effiminate in any way.
Anyway, we almost always had sex at her place. This one night, we never made it to her bedroom. I was naked on her couch while she, equally naked, was between my legs giving me a marvelous blowjob.
As she was moving up and down my rigid shaft, the front door opened and Mark walked in. He stopped and stared at the sight in front of him. I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head!
Wendy lifted her head, looked at the shocked young man and snarled, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
"Uh, nothing. I'm going to bed," and he rushed from the room.
"Oh God, where was I? Oh yeah," and with that she resumed sucking on my cock.
I pulled her up and led her into her bedroom. Once there, I began to lick and suck on her dripping cunt. She was hot! I shoved two fingers into her hot hole while she moaned loudly. I licked at her little nubbin at the same time. That was all it took.
As I brought her to orgasm, she yelled out my name, grabbed my hair, and pressed my face even more tightly into her crotch. She flooded my mouth with her juices.
After she came the first time, she drew me up, kissed me hard and whispered, "I want you to fuck me doggie-style!"
Of course, I agreed. I pulled her up on all fours and positioned myself behind her. I licked her pussy lips for a few more minutes then ran my tongue up to her ass before finally shoving my throbbing cock into her hot wetness.
I began to piston in and out of her. She pushed back against me to pull as much of me as she could into her. I also slipped my index finger into her buttery ass.
She squealed in delight and I decided to try something new. I pulled out of her pussy and pressed my cockhead against her tight asshole. God, was she tight! She finally opened up and screamed into a pillow as I penetrated her.
I grabbed her hips and sawed in and out of her. I reached down and began to finger her hot cunt. Soon, she was shaking and moaning until her sphincter tightened on my cock and I blasted out jets of cum into her ass. My fingering and cum blasting her ass caused her to come again.
We both collapsed on the bed, exhausted. She rested her head on my chest and ran her hand up and down my chest and stomach. "That was unbelievable! I never considered having my ass fucked. I love it!" she declared.
Later, she said, "I guess I was a little hard on Mark, huh?"
Sleepily, I said, "Yeah, a little. It wasn't his fault we were having sex in the living room."
"I'll apologize tomorrow," she said.
As I drifted off, I realized that I hadn't really thought about Wendy while I was plowing her ass. I was thinking about Mark!
The next morning, I woke up and took a shower. Pulling on a pair of gym shorts I kept there for these moments, I went to make coffee and read the paper.
Wendy had already got the Mr. Coffee going before she headed to her part-time job at the student union. She'd be gonne all day.
Sitting on the couch, I looked up when Mark came in the room. He was wearing pajama bottoms and his short hair was slightly mussed.
"I'm sorry about last night," he said.
"You have nothing to be sorry about. It was our fault we weren't in her room. You couldn't have known," I reassured him. "Don't be surprised when Wendy apologizes for blowing up at you last night."
He brightened up considerably. The scene the night before was an unusual occurrence. These two loved each other so much, it was almost sickening, like a 1950's sitcom.
"You sure did get an eyeful though," I said.
"Yeah, you sure were enjoying it. What's it like?" he asked.
"You don't know? You never...?" I asked.
"No, I never, uh, anything," he admitted meekly.
I surprised myself by asking "You want to find out?"
He smiled shyly and said "Yeah, I would."
I stood up, walked to him and knelt down, pulling his pajama bottoms down. He was naked underneath and very hard. His dick was a good 7" long.
I grasped his shaft. He fit nicely in my hand. It was the first cock I had ever touched (except my own). I was fascinated and began to stroke him back and forth.
Mark shook and moaned lightly.
I leaned into him and took him into my mouth. It was quite an arousing feeling to have another man's cock in my mouth. It felt right.
I began to lick and suck on the length of him. I used my tongue to tickle the rim and the soft, spongy head.
He started to leak pre-cum and I loved the taste!
Lightly grasping his balls, I tickled the skin between his legs and he yelped. I felt his balls draw up and his hands grabbed my head tightly.
"I'm coming!" he yelled and began to shoot off in my mouth. I tried to swallow as much as I could but some leaked out. He leaned heavily on me and I held his hips to keep him from collapsing on me.
When he finished coming, I stood and looked him in the eyes as I licked my lips and smiled my pleasure at him. Mark put his hand on the back of my head and kissed me, his tongue slipping into my mouth!
I was so turned on! His was the first male tongue to invade my mouth and I loved it. His kisses were different than his sister's, but he still was a gret kisser.
Without breaking our liplock, we moved over to the couch. Sitting there, we continue to swab our tongues together as Mark began to feel me up through my straining shorts.
Breaking away, he looked at me and asked, "Can I do that to you?"
Well, what else was I going to say except "Be my guest."
He told me to stand up. His hands began to roam up and down my thighs and his lips and tongue moved over my firm stomach. As his fingers slip up the legs of my shorts and cupped my asscheeks under the cloth, his mouth moved over the large bulge pushing out against the material.
Grasping the waist band, he pulled the shorts off exposed my rigid shaft to his appreciative gaze. He licked his lips and kissed the head tenderly before sliding his tongue down the length along the tender underside of my dick.
Just this small amount of contact had my knees weak so I pushed him off me and sat back on the couch. Mark got between my legs and resumed his wonderful tonguing of my hard cock.
As he licked down to my balls, bathing them with his soft tongue, I knew I couldn't last much longer. "I think I'm going to come, Mark," I gasped.
At that, he moved backup and licked the cockrim and slid his tongue tip into the peehole at the top of my dick.
I suddenly realized this was the position Wendy and I were in last night when he walked in. Mark's slim build and short black hair as he bobbed up and down on me were all I needed.
Yelling out nonsense, I shot off into his waiting mouth. I read somewhere someone said it felt like his spine had melted and flowed out his dick, and I finally understood that statement. I came so hard, I almost passed out.
When I opened my eyes, Mark was there smiling at me. "So, how was it?" he asked.
"Fantastic! You sure do know how to get a guy off," I responded.
His smile widened and he said, "Really? You are my first time."
I sat there stunned. Most beginner blowjobs are clumsy and occasionally painful until the girl learns to avoid using her teeth. Wendy was the first girl I met who knew how to fellate someone right off the bat.
(Of course, that's taking her word that I was the first guy she ever blew.)
Finally I managed to smile back at him, said "Come here," and kissed him. I tasted my cum in his mouth and was surprised. I have kissed Wendy after a blowjob and the taste was different. I loved both tastes.
We sat on the couch alternately kissing and talking. Mark told me he knew he was gay since he was in high school but never had the courage to do anything. He told me he had always been attracted to me but never thought anything could happen since I was involved with Wendy.
I in turn told him that, while the concept intrigued me, I had never been attracted to another man before. I did wonder out loud if the similarities between Wendy and Mark were part of the attraction I felt for him.
Finally, Mark asked, "Does it really matter? I want you to be the first."
"I would love to," I said.
We walked into his bedroom and lay together on the bed kissing and caressing each other until he reached down and grasped my revitalized cock. I flipped him over and began to lick his anus, pushing my tongue in past the tight ring of muscle.
Mark had lube he used with a dildo he'd purchased at an adult bookstore the year before. Using the lube, I opened him up and readied him for his first flesh and blood cock. As I lubed him up with my fingers, I marvelled at how tight he was, like his sister.
Mark gasped and said, "Now! Fuck me now!"
I placed the head of my dick between his cheeks and slowly slid into him. He moaned loudly into a pillow and I hesitated for a moment.
"No, keep going," Mark said.
"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you," I responded.
He just thrust back at me, forcing more of my cock into his asshole. I pushed in further, until all of me was in him. He groaned and tightened around me as I grabbed his hips and began thrusting in and out.
Again, I marvelled at the similarity to the night before with his sister. And again, that was all it took.
I began to spasm in his tight ass and it felt like buckets of jism flooded out of me and into Mark. He blew his load onto his sheets as I collapsed on top of him. As my dick shrank, I fell out of his asshole.
Mark rolled over, saying, "I wish I'd known it would be that good! I'd've done this long ago."
"But then, you wouldn't have been my first," I countered.
"You do have a point there," he said kissing me.
By the time Wendy came home, we had already decided to tell her what had happened. She had guesed Mark was gay and was so happy his first time was with someone who was caring.
Wendy and I, and Mark and I, continued to fuck our brains out through the rest of the year. No threesomes, especially since Mark had no sexual interest in women, but they managed to share me until Wendy and I graduated. Wendy, inspired by her brother and I, even tried sex with other girls, but I was only able to hear about that.
I went on to grad school and took over Wendy's half of the lease. Mark and I shared one bedroom, the other was used for my occasion sessions of straight sex. The next two years were tiring, between the work load of a graduate program and the constant demands Mark and I put on each other.
Eventually, we all went our separate ways and I have never delved back into homosexual love since Mark. That part of me will always belong to him.