[MM] My awakening as a fully-fledged bisexual – and the seduction that led to it

Two questions that I have gotten a few times from other bi and bi-curious people in my PMs are: What was my first time with a guy? and: What made me decide to “go for it”? And though the answer to the first question is quiet lengthy (and the subject of this entry), the answer to the second is quite easy: It was the first time that I ever looked at a guy and felt that intense and unmistakable desire that comes from the immediate need for another man’s cock.

I was 20 years old at the time, on summer break from college and living in the guest house of a wealthy business partner of my Uncle’s while making minimum wage working for a local landscaping company. Having spent the majority of my spring semester studying, writing papers, gaming, smoking and drinking, I started my summer a bit out of shape. However, after a month of manual outdoor labor and spending my free time hiking, swimming, climbing, I got in some of the best shape of my life in a hurry. My normally pale skin had even darkened a bit from all the shirtless days working and playing in the sun.

Being slightly removed from the main-house and spending most of my days at work or away from the property, I didn’t see my host often. He had greeted me very cordially on arrival, shaking my hand with a warm smile and expressing his pleasure at having me stay for the summer. My uncle had given him use of an apartment in Chicago for a few months while he settled a divorce and he was happy my uncle had come up with a good way for him to repay the favor… At the time to I had been too conscious of giving adequate and satisfactory gratitude to really take him in much, and after a busy week, I nearly forgot what he even looked like.

Being a 20 year old dude without a fake ID in a new town (with a big drinking culture) and outside the social structure of college, I was soon starting to get a bit starved for human contact. The people I worked with where all locals in their late 20s/early 30s who were super cool at work and good for an occasional hike, but I soon realized I wasn’t being included in the kind of activities that would lead to getting some action. I was the kid whose hair the girls would ruffle and say stuff like: “Wow, Jack. Lookin good! Those college ladies are going swarming all over you this fall.” Which definitely increased my already all-time high body confidence, but didn’t do me much good in the short term.

So, I started “concentrating on me”. Holding onto the idea that if I did keep up this improvement, they were likely right, I would have quite a fun when I went back for the fall semester. I began spending my free time at the climbing wall, reading books I always meant get to while lounging on the back porch and doing yoga in the manicured lawn outside my bedroom.

Because of my increased time on the property, I began to see more and more of my host (who’s name I finally remembered was Tom, not Tim). He started to stop by while out on walks around the grounds, asking what I was reading, giving me tips on some lesser-known wilderness trails, discussing the weather, just general good host stuff. As his visits started to grow more frequent, I started to take note of more specific aspects of his appearance. The spots of grey in his beard, the way his eyes smiled as much as his mouth when he laughed, the way his shirt would accent and sculpt his shoulder muscles… I even once found my eyes glued to his ass as he walked back to the main house after our daily chat.

A bit of background on me: Up until this point I would have stoutly defined myself as straight. I had only ever had sex with women, and though I found myself dabbling in the occasional gay porno, I had never found myself physically attracted to any men. In my sheltered ignorance, I thought at the time that being gay was as much of a way of acting in normal life as it was a sexual orientation. I never thought that a clean cut “normal” guy like this might be harboring sexual feelings for other men. Sometimes experience is the best teacher.

With about two weeks left in my time staying with him, Tom stopped by the back porch while I was reading and relaxed into the lounger next to mine. As we had become more comfortable with each other, he had taken to just sitting down and waiting for me to finish reading my chapter before striking up conversation. While his eyes were closed soaking in the last sun of the day, I snuck a glance over at him. He was wearing dirty khaki shorts and no shirt and had obviously just come from some project in the garage because he had grease stains on his arms and hands and his chest was glistening with sweat. My eyes were just combing the tuft of black and grey hair on his stomach leading down to his pants line when he spoke suddenly.

“Are you gay, Jack?”

“No!” I replied back, perhaps to quickly and harshly I realized, as he looked over at me. “I mean.” I said more calmly. “There’s nothing wrong with it. I’m just into women, that’s all. Why?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“I just thought… A good looking, confident, smart guy like yourself… I would’ve thought you’d have brought a girl home. I didn’t mean offense.”

I apologized for my reaction and explained the social dynamic I’d been struggling against and how I’d just resolved to spend the summer on self-improvement instead of “chasing tail.” He nodded his understanding.

“Well, don’t take it personally.” He advised, Kindly. “From my experience most people are very bad at knowing what they *actually* want.”

As he said this, he looked directly at me. And I felt the first pang of doubt in my heterosexuality. I thought for sure he was talking to me, about me.

“I have jerked off to gay porn.” I suddenly blurted. I could not tell you what made me say it. We had barely scraped the surface of talking about each-other’s past relationships… let alone porn habits.

But Tom didn’t seem embarrassed or put off by the comment at all. To the contrary he said very matter-of-factly. “Hey. Nothing wrong with a bit of exploration. I think its healthy.”

Just then, he got a phone call and looked at the caller ID.

“I’m sorry, Jack. I have to take this. But come to the house after dinner, I’ve got something I’d like to show you.”

I sat there slightly stunned and confused as he walked away. Was HE gay? Was this him hitting on me? The had never invited me to the house before… What did he need to “show me”? Far from repulsing me, I found that my heart started to race with excitement and my cock began to grow a bit in my pants. I quickly covered it up and went back to the guest house for a cold shower.

Two hours later, after the sun had fallen I was walking barefoot across the grass to the main house. I had spent the last half hour trying on outfits like a high school girl before prom. Considering how my my ass looked in these shorts, how many buttons I should leave undone. It was like a sudden spell had come over me. Even though I had no idea of his intentions, i was being driven wild by the idea that this older man (who I suddenly found extremely attractive) had been coveting my body and was potentially trying to seduce me. I had finally settled on some casual athletic shorts – that I found actually framed my ass really well these days – and a black polo shirt with all the top buttons undone.

He was sitting in the drawing room sipping a drink by the fire when I opened the back door, knocking as I entered. It was definitely a warm enough night that the fire was completely unnecessary but Tom was also the kind of guy who liked to build his own log fires just for the fun of it.

“Hi Jack” He said looking up from the fire. “What can I help you with?”

My heart dropped. I might have been completely reading this wrong and now felt slightly embarrassed.

“You said to come by.” I said, with just a hint of sheepishness I couldn’t control. “You wanted to show me something?”

“Oh! Right! Jack, I’m sorry, that call I took completely sidetracked me. Yes, come with me.” He stood up and walked into the hall. I followed.

He stopped at a very ordinary-looking wall halfway between the living room and the kitchen.

“Check this out.” He said. “I just had it installed this spring.”

He pushed a book on the shelf behind him, and the blank wall to his left slid open revealing a room containing a MASSIVE amount of liquor, wines and beers. *How rich IS this guy??* Was my first thought. *Can I have some?* Was my second.

“Cool, right?” He smiled. The things rich people waste their money on…

“Very Cool.” I said. Still a little bummed it wasn’t some crazy sex dungeon.

“Well, I know you’re only 20, but in my house, I say help yourself.”

I thanked him and poured myself some of what looked like a very expensive bourbon, and followed Tom back to the drawing room. With the evidence that he was trying to seduce me lessening by the minute, we started to fall back into our comfortable report. Touching more than ever on past girlfriends and relationships… but firmly in the friendly cadence we had developed over summer. Until the first lengthy pause…

“So.” He cleared his throat. “What we were talking about earlier..”

My heart began to race again and I looked at him. He was looking right in my eyes and in that moment I felt the caged animal inside me roar to life. I wanted Tom. And the look he gave me now cemented his intensions firmly. This was seduction. I saw it all in his face. The groundwork laid all summer, the subtle implantation of the fantasy in my mind, the seeming rejection of that fantasy further building my desire, and the slow rebuild of trust and comfort over drinks. He had done what no college dude my age ever could. No matter what it might involve, I needed to fuck this man.

He walked over and pulled me into a deep kiss, his soft lips surrounded by rough unshaven cheeks pressing into me. The power of his desire for me rushing into me as I accepted his soft firm tongue into my mouth. Though his kiss was passionate, his hands were very delicate and considerate. One cradling my head firmly while the other deftly found its way under my shirt and onto my lower back taking my weight as I melted under his kiss.

He pulled back and looked me in the eye. “Are you sure you want this?” He breathed.

That question was almost laughable at this point.

“Oh my god, yes” I breathed, entranced. I don’t think my mouth could have formed any other answer.

He stepped back and looked down at me; melted pitifully into his leather armchair. Then he kneeled in front of me and grabbed my shorts and pulled them down to my ankles. My now absolutely rock hard cock was testing the limits of the stretchiness of my tightest fitting boxer-briefs. He rubbed my cock and leaned up a whispered in my ear.

“I’m glad you wore your sexiest panties. Don’t worry, I’ll buy new a new pair.”

Leaving me to wonder what exactly that might mean he pulled the front waistband down and revealed my smooth young pulsing cock, already slightly dripping with built up anticipation. He let the waist band softly snap under my scrotum, the fabric stretched under my balls tightening against my ass as he pulls my shaft upright.

He took in the sight of my cock, admiring it like a favorite toy he had lost in his youth. Then he proceeded to give me the best blow job I had ever had to that point in my life. With the girls I had hooked up with, the pleasure was great but the desire involved felt mostly one-sided… Like something I should say thank you for. With Tom, he seemed as into as I was – if not more. His lips played with the head of my cock as if was trying to paint my tip in saliva, dutifully and lightly licking the precum from my slit. When he took me into his mouth it was chalk full of an apparent desire to have MY cock in his mouth. Feeling the warmth and wetness of the inside of his throat on my cock as he took me all the way to the base, sucking greedily.

I was panting uncontrollably now. My head swimming, not knowing whether I wanted to grab onto the armchair for dear life or run my fingers through his hair and risking a jolt of pleasure ruining his perfect rhythm.

I opted to grab on for dear life. My fingers digging into the leather as my pleasure flowed through my hips instead – working in tandem with his hands and mouth – fucking his face.

His hands worked their way under me and his fingers dug into the fabric of my undies, and for just a split second I realized what he meant earlier when he whispered in my ear.

Applying just the right force, Tom pulled his hands roughly apart, easily tearing a hole in what was now effectively just a jock strap with short bottoms. He grabbed each bare cheek in hand and gripped firmly has he guided my hips upward in time with his mouth.

I flexed my ass, responding to his hands and telling him to go on, do more.

He took my cock out of his mouth and leaned over me. Easily lifting my toned body and flipping me over. He bent me over the arm of the lounge chair, my knees in the cushion, my pale bubbly ass in the air and my face toward the floor. He kneeled behind me and grabbed my ass cheeks, fingers towards the center, spreading me.

I knew what was coming but was not prepared for the feeling. When we kissed, his tongue felt like a normal tongue that I had kissed in other mouths a hundred times, but when it pressed against my asshole it felt better and more welcoming than anything I had experienced in my life. It sent waves of intense pleasure from the rim of my asshole all the way through my body and I never wanted it to end.

I started moaning uncontrollably and pushing my ass deeper into his face. Feeling his scratchy face on my soft butt-cheeks and that amazing tongue licking more lustily and probing even deeper inside me.

I could feel the orgasm rising, and my legs started to tremble uncontrollably. Tom saw what was happening and pulled me up so my back was horizontal and my pulsating cock was exposed. He reached around with one hands and gave a few strong jerks as two fingers from his other hand pushed deep inside me.

My eyes burst open in blinding explosion of feeling. My hips bucked uncontrollably, wildly fucking his now firmly stationary hand and fingers. Feeling me pump out every last drop of pent up horniness that had been building in me – maybe my whole life. I had fucked before, but I never knew I had this wild raging slut inside me; a deep desire to release all control and let another man induce a pleasure that completely takes over from my mind in guiding my body.

My breathing slowed and my hips bucked a couple more times as the last bursts of cum issued from my cock. Relaxation and comfort spread throughout my body. I wanted to stay like this forever, Tom’s fingers safely in my ass, and my cock firmly in his grasp.

He slowly pulled his fingers out of me and an immediate feeling of emptiness filled my stomach while my hole relaxed from the strain I hadn’t yet realized it had been under. I rolled over onto my back and stared at him, breathing softly and calmly. He had a very satisfied look on his face. He gave me a soft kiss.

I lay there – still too sensitive to move – in a now-ruffled and disheveled polo and the scraps that were once my underwear. Tom casually crossed the room and washed his hands in the wet bar. As he turned to me, my eyes fell to his crotch. I now felt a desperation to uncover the cock of the man that had just awakened this new incredible new depth of my sexuality. I started to understand the lust he had shown when blowing me. I wanted to feel his body experience the same pleasure, to have his cock inside me as the rush of pleasure pulses through him and into me.

He seemed to read my mind.

“Don’t worry. That was just a warm up.” He said with a wink, taking a healthy swallow of bourbon and walking over to me…

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