This happened several years ago, when I was a naive and inexperienced college boy grappling with his sexuality. To preface, I’d had an inkling for awhile that I was bi. An ex-girlfriend and I used to watch porn together and would frequently watch gay and lesbian sex (we later had a MFFM 4sum but that’s a different story on my page) and we’d even experimented with using anal beads and her dildo on me, which I confessed I loved.
Flash forward to college, I’d played with my ass a few more times and watched my share of gay porn but was still only hooking up with girls (or at least trying to).
It was a typical night out for an under-21 college kid. I went over to some friends house and we proceeded to get drunk. Around 10, we invited some girls over, and things eventually got out of hand, and soon they were having a full-blown house party. At that point, my night got a little fuzzy and I came to hearing my name as was drunkenly making out with a girl on the porch. It was my friends girlfriend telling me that I was needed to help take care of him.