How to get Bi, Part 3 [MM]

[Part 1 here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b8n551/how_to_get_bi_mm_mmf)

[Part 2 here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b8tfjz/how_to_get_bi_part_2_mm_mf)

I kept the plug. Melody and I used it together, but I really used it to explore myself. The typical solo session went like this: I’d get in the shower, clean up, and open myself up with a few fingers before sliding it in to the hilt. Back then, I used it maybe 20% of the time I jacked off.

I like to feel stretched and full – I wasn’t used to the feeling of being fucked then, but in general I love pressure on my prostate. The plug is a reaaaalllyyy good size. It takes a while to get it in, but once it’s there, it doesn’t go anywhere. I have explosive orgasms with it. Melody loved it when I wore it with her because after edging for a few hours, my orgasms were enormous, and she loved cum.

After a long, crazy summer, Chris and I packed our things up and moved away to school. We both decided to go to a pretty big regional university, which was really the only option for us and our chosen fields of study. We decided not to go “blind” and agreed to room with eachother. We moved in without much fanfare – met our two suitemates, and set a big jar of community condoms in our shared bathroom. Getting laid is a #1 priority for guys that age :)

We set some ground rules – a sock on the door handle meant you slept in the other room. My program always held early morning classes, so I was usually up first and showered first, etc. Normal stuff.

Chris and I, with our history, never had a problem living with eachother. Sneaking away or trying to hide it when we jacked off wasn’t a problem – if anything, we got pretty good at matching up our masturbation times. It’s pretty awkward listening to someone pleasing themselves in the loft next to yours…unless you join in, for some reason. When one of us started, it wasn’t long before the other joined in from across the room.

Sometimes we would share the futon, put a movie on, and do it together. We grew to like the same porn, and it kind of became fun. We would provide commentary about how hot a girl was, how big a cock was, or how we would love to fuck girls like in the movies. If I came first, he always stayed and waited for me to finish before we turned it off and cleaned up. Sometimes, he watched me.

[This video](https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=951654671) was all over the Internet when we were in college and it was one of my favorites. In it, two girls eat and dildo each other in a hot tub. They appear to be really good friends and just have genuine fun together.

Ill never forget watching it with Chris one day. We both were in our boxers, hard as hell, working our cocks with lube when he said “I’d love to have a friend like that, wouldn’t you? To be able to just fuck around with whenever, and just help each other get off, without strings attached”

“Yeah,” I said, “but where are you going to find a girl like that”

“Yeah…”, Chris said, pausing. “I don’t even care. If you ever want help, just let me know. I mean, I’m not attracted to guys, but it’s just a dick. Who cares.” (college guys have quite the way with language…right?)

I don’t even remember thinking about it. Usually this is when someone would become conflicted and have confused feelings, but not me. “Go ahead, if you want to”, I said. He went right for it and grabbed me with his right hand. I moved my hand to the couch while he worked the head of my cock between his finger and thumb, followed by wrapping his fingers around my thick shaft. He had big, warm hands, and considerably more lube on his than I had on mine. I let out a “dude……” to which he responded, “just relax…let me try this for a while”.

He moved up and down, slowly, making sure to go from the base all the way to the tip of me. It felt amazing. In my experiences, women have smaller hands and glide along the surface of the skin, but Chris applied just the right amount of pressure with a larger grip and had me slightly moving my hips up and down against him. “Is this good?”, he asked. “It’s fucking amazing…don’t stop” I said. I loved how taboo this was. I was edging hard, trying to control myself, but failing, because I was getting close to an orgasm.

Chris stopped, put more lube on his hand, and went down to the floor between my legs. Using both hands, he started working me up and down. I asked him to slow down, which he did, and closed my eyes and leaned my head back. I’d periodically open my eyes to see him staring at me and my throbbing cock.

“I’ll let you know when I’m going to cum, so you don’t have to deal with it”

“Ok”, he said.

I remember thinking about all the other times Chris and I had been sexual together. I knew that this was going to happen at some point, and I knew I wanted it. I had just never realized it until then. I stopped Chris.

“I’m going to cum. Let me work on you for a bit.”

“are you sure?”

“yeah, lay down”, I said.

I got on the floor with Chris, sitting next to him while he was on his back. I applied more lube to my hands and reached out for him. He grabbed my hand:

“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to”, he said

“I really want to”, I replied. I really did, too.

Chris laid his head back on the carpet and I grabbed his cock as it stuck through his boxers. He is a bit longer than me but just as thick. It felt warm and solid, his skin soft, and it was straight as an arrow. It was a picture perfect specimen. I watched my hands grasp it and slide along its length. Chris had his eyes closed, but had they been open, he would have seen either my face transfixed on him or my equally hard cock.

He was obviously done being nervous. He was moving a little with my motions, up and down against my hands. I had somehow lost my apprehensions and got between his legs on my knees, propping his legs up with his feet flat on the carpet. I slid his boxers off while doing it, and saw that he was completely shaved (like me) and for once noticed that he trimmed his leg hair short. He was more manicured than I expected a guy to be – I love women more than men, but he was slightly effeminate in that moment, and I found myself more interested than before.

I stopped myself.

“is this too much?”

“No. I’ve thought about this before, and I’m OK with it.”

I didn’t know if what he meant. I was bad at communicating what I really meant – I was asking if it was OK that I stripped him naked. I questioned how he interpreted it – did he think I was going to go further? Suddenly my mind raced….should I take him in my mouth? Was I ready for it?

My pause must have lasted a bit too long. Chris said, “It’s OK, I can go first”, and sat up. I knew what he meant.

I laid down on my back, arched my hips, and Chris took off my boxers. He stared for a minute at my member, standing straight up, before he looked at me.

“I’ve never done this before. Stop me if I am doing something wrong”

He took me in his mouth. It’s nice to be average sized, because he was actually very impressive with what he could do. He is a typical guy – he did exactly what he wants done to him. He tried swallowing as much of it as he possibly could, changing his position above me to take me in his throat. I could reach his cock from this angle, and did.

He took all. of. me.

Not just once, but over and over and over again. He buried his nose in my balls with every stroke of his lips. I could feel his breath on my thighs while he went up and down, over and over. His technique was very aggressive, which was amazing. What gets me off is the up and down motion – not licking or sucking the head. He did exactly that.

He started moaning. I found this odd – he wasn’t getting much more than a doggystyle handjob, while he was literally fucking me with his amazingly wet mouth. He must be loving this. It sent me over the edge. I told him I was coming, and to get off of me.

He didn’t stop.

I told him again, and he went all the way down. I lost it and started to cum. I could feel his throat move around the head of my cock as he swallowed, the sucking motions draining me. I squeezed him out of reflex and he moaned. I saw the precum on the tip of his dick. He sat up.

“Wow,” he said.

“Wow. That was a lot more than I was expecting”

“What were you expecting?”

“I….I don’t know.”

“But you’ve thought about this before?”

“Yes.”

“Me too. Listen, I’m not attracted to guys, but I like sex. This doesn’t have to mean anything, and I won’t tell anyone, so if you liked it, we can do whatever you want. I’ve thought a lot about this, and I’m OK with experimenting”

All I could squeak out was an “uhh…ok”, and he went to the bathroom. I took a few minutes to think about what had just happened. Obviously he was ready for more than I was. He didn’t think it was a big deal…why should I? Why didn’t I return the favor? Why could I only manage an “uhh..OK”? I psyched myself up. Just commit. I came – that doesn’t make me “gay”, per se….right?

I stood up, naked, with Chris’s saliva still on me. I went to the bathroom, where he was washing his face. I was finished, but he wasn’t, and I wanted – no, needed – for him to know that I liked it, and that I wanted the same for him. I locked our suitemates shared door to the bathroom, turned him to face me, got on my knees, and took him into my mouth all at once.

He let out a half audible “holy shit, thank you” and I started working on him. He tasted like skin – a little like sweat, but he had washed up since we had started. I didn’t mind. All I wanted was to give him pleasure. I pushed it as far as it would go down my throat, but my position stopped me about an inch from his stomach.

“I can’t go any further, I’m sorry, I’ll keep trying”

With that, I tried everything – I went fast and slow, licked him up and down, even sucked his balls while I jacked him. At one time, I reached my arms around his waist and tried pulling my mouth deeper on him. He saw this and started playing with my hair and holding the back of my head. I liked it.

I ran my hands along his chest and tried going hands free, moving my mouth along his length. I looked up at him like I’ve seen girls do to me, trying to find his eyes, but his were closed. I stopped sucking and started kissing his stomach. That made him open his eyes, surprised, and he looked down. I smiled at him, and took him back in my mouth and tried to deep throat him, without losing eye contact.

I wanted him to watch me do it. I wanted him to realize it was me doing it. I didn’t want to half-ass it, and pretend we were doing anything other than what we were doing. I wanted to commit to what was going on.

He got a look in his eyes I had never seen. I felt him grow a little harder and start to throb – I knew what was coming. I went as deep as I could and felt him cum. I didn’t even taste it as it went down my throat. I was ….happy, actually.

I stood up, and we laughed. I said I hoped our suitemates didn’t hear. He said that they had left a while ago for dinner.

Before he got in the shower, he said “We can do this whenever you want.”

i think i surprised him when i said “We can do whatever you want”

…part 4 coming soon.

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