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We’ve all heard about the cliché of college being the time for experimentation. You know, the time where it’s supposedly okay for people to explore people of the same sex. Some of these “experiments” turn into personal epiphanies; others are nothing more than a moment in an otherwise ordinary life.

I never gave the idea of experimenting any thought; from the moment I first noticed girls until I enrolled in college, I knew I was straight. My experience with homosexuality had been fleeting; other than finding out my best friend in high school was a lesbian, I’d never encountered it.

So imagine my surprise in my junior year of college, when my best friend and former roommate Dave revealed to me one night that he was bisexual. Well, maybe surprise isn’t the right word – after a few years in college, it took far more to surprise me. I told Dave that I had no problem with it, and he seemed genuinely relieved.

Over the course of the next two weeks, our friendship remained largely unchanged; aside from the occasional off-color joke, things were pretty much as they were before he “half-came out” of the closet.

But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t starting to wonder what sex with another guy would be like. Was there genuine interest in the male form? Was I starting to find other men attractive? Or was this simply a by-product of the fact that my sex life was largely DOA?

Either way, I had to deal with this nagging curiosity, and soon. If I didn’t, I knew it was going to seep into my friendship with Dave and things would just get awkward. That was the last thing I wanted, considering how far back we went. One way or another, I had to do something about this.

Which meant, at the very least, talking to him about this.

I had no idea how to bring this up, though. I was lounging about on my bed when Dave came into the room, planting himself in the wooden chair by my desk. The chair creaked; gotta love dorm furniture.

“What’s going on, man?” he asked, taking off his black-rim glasses and wiping the lenses with the hem of his t-shirt.

I felt a stirring in my crotch and shifted uncomfortably. Was it nerves or something else? I couldn’t tell, and I suddenly found myself unable to voice the concerns in my head. The curiosity was as palpable as before, but with Dave sitting in front of me, I couldn’t articulate it – which was shocking, considering I was hoping to make a living with my voice.

Then again, basketball play-by-play was far different than telling my bisexual best friend I wondered what it would be like to suck a dick. Unless the rules of basketball had changed, those two things were quite different.

My eyes kept drifting up and down Dave’s body; he stood roughly 5-foot-7 and he would be considered slightly heavy-set. He had a gut, but he was far from the biggest person in the world. His black hair was buzz-cut, matching his goatee and three-day-old stubble. A silver loop hung from his left ear. He wore pretty relaxed clothes: an olive green t-shirt and camouflage shorts.

“Not really sure how to say this,” I admitted with a nervous chuckle. “I’ve just been…” I paused, chewing on my lower lip. How to put this?

“I dunno, curious, I guess?”

Dave arched an eyebrow. I saw the bemused smirk on his face; something told me he knew what I meant. My cheeks flushed a little before I shifted on the low-quality mattress again. My eyes bolted for the door. Not that I could’ve left if I wanted to; it was my room.

“Curious,” he repeated, and before I knew it, I felt the mattress sink beneath me. He’s climbed onto the bed. I watched his fingers resting on my calf. He smiled in self-satisfaction; he definitely knew where this was going.

“Is it cause of me?”

The flush in my cheeks returned; for some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to admit it was. Not that I was terribly attracted to Dave – before now, I’d never even thought of him that way – but the realization that he was sexually attracted to both men and women had me examining my own sexuality even more.

Was I attracted to men, too? I’d never been repulsed by them; one thing I never understood was one man’s revulsion toward a dick. I mean, all men have them, so why go through the trouble to be so put off by the sight of one?

But now that I thought about it, Dave was looking more attractive, even though he didn’t fit the generic muscular description of what a hot guy should look like. I caught myself wondering what kind of underwear he wore – if any – and I wanted to see what he kept hidden under that. I didn’t know how to verbalize that curiosity, having finally admitted it to myself, but it was palpable.

The bulge growing in my jeans was all the proof Dave needed. He brushed the palm of his hand over it, leaning toward me as I gasped. His face hovered inches from mine, and I could smell cigarette smoke on his breath. A smell that usually turned me off had suddenly become quite intoxicating.

“What do you wanna know?” he whispered before his lips brushed against mine. The moment passed as quickly as it came. Seemingly possessed, I grabbed his face with both hands and responded with a kiss of my own. My lips crashed against his; his lips were rougher than I was used to, and the stubble tickled my face.

Dave moved until he straddled me, and my hips instantly thrust upward when I felt his weight settle against me. He broke the kiss long enough to take off his shirt, a pair of silver dog tags hanging from his neck as he leaned in again to kiss me. My nerves were on fire, a combination of nerves and desire. I didn’t really know what I was doing, yet my hands were all over the place, seemingly with a mind of their own. My fingers ran through his dark chest hair before I wrapped my arms around him and ran my palms over his back.

Dave broke the kiss again, grabbing the hem of my black t-shirt and pulling it over my head. I sighed as he tossed the shirt to the floor, my thin chest exposed to him. A white line ran from my navel to my collarbone, signaling the heart surgery I had when I was 4. Dave trailed a finger over my scar, and I arched my back with a soft moan.

Between his legs, I felt my length lurch under my boxers. My cock was begging to be set free, but I had to satisfy my own curiosity first.

Sitting up, my right hand roamed over Dave’s covered ass, while my left hand fumbled with and eventually undid the clasp in the front of his shorts. He lifted himself off my hips just enough for me to pull the shorts off, tossing them to the floor. My eyes took in his black boxer shorts, the hint of his shaft peeking through the opening in the crotch. My breath caught in my throat.

Grabbing the waistband of his boxers, I pushed down on the back of them. Revealing Dave’s butt, I flicked the tip of my tongue over his left nipple. He gasped and I chuckled a little, letting my hands slide over his ass cheeks before digging in my fingers and giving them a quick squeeze.

I thought I could smell his musk as I wrapped my lips around the nipple, sucking lightly on the nub. His fingers wove through my brown hair, and I could feel his thigh muscles tense. He lifted again, enough for me to take off his boxers. They also fell to the floor.

Letting go of Dave’s nipple, I glanced down at his dick. My breath caught in my throat again, my eyes taking in his five throbbing inches, the shaft curling slightly upward. As hairy as his chest was, his balls were smooth. Precum was already leaking from his slit. I scooped it up with a tentative thumb, glancing into his eyes as I sucked the juice off my digit.

He growled in response, and my left hand grabbed him by the base. The heat of his sex assaulted my hand, the vein throbbing against my fingers. His cock lurched in my grasp, more precum oozing out. I gave his shaft a firm squeeze before letting go, spitting into my palm and grabbing his length again.

“Fuck,” he hissed, tossing his head back. I twisted my wrist with each slow thrust, letting my thumb brush under the head each time. I stared at his dick, watching as his thighs tensed and relaxed. My free hand gave his warm balls a squeeze before reaching around to cup his left ass cheek.

For a few moments, my friend was no longer a person. He was a cock, hard and throbbing just for me.

“Looks like you’re more than curious,” he teased, reaching down between us to squeeze me through my jeans. I groaned in protest, giving his length a firm squeeze. I scooped up the resulting precum with my finger, rubbed it onto his left nipple and sucked.

Thirty minutes ago, I was merely curious. Now, I was an animal.

Pulling himself out of my lap, Dave sat on the bed again before leaning himself back against the pillows. I watched his naked body spread before me, taking in every inch. His stomach and hairy legs, muscular arms and thick neck. I didn’t know where to start, partly because I kept coming back to that wet shaft resting against his belly.

Standing, I unzipped my jeans and kicked out of them before doing the same with my blue boxers. My six-inch shaft sprang free, smooth balls tight in their sac. My head also glistened with precum. Uncertainty and nerves fueled my libido, and I practically hopped back onto the bed, running my hands over his chest.

He groaned and reached out for my thick shaft; I grabbed his wrist with a sly grin, shaking my head. “Not yet,” I teased, licking the side of his neck before planting a quick kiss to his lips. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Kneeling between Dave’s legs, I took his length into both hands and studied it up-close. His head was purple, his shaft straining in my grasp. One hand moved down to cup and massage his warm balls, eliciting a soft groan. I glanced up to see his eyes closed, mouth hung open in a small “o.”

I flicked my tongue over his balls, unable to believe what I was doing. The uncertainty was gone, replaced by a wanton desire for his dick. His musk filled my nostrils, the warmth radiating from the shaft hitting me in the face. My left hand pumped his thick shaft, my tongue working his ball sack before I licked his tip.

He gasped as precum coated my tongue. It was sweeter than I’d expected.

The taste drove me over the edge, and before I knew it, I had half of Dave’s cock in my mouth. He arched his back and grabbed the back of my head with a soft scream. I felt saliva coat his shaft, his head resting against the flat of my tongue. My left hand grabbed the base, my head starting to make a shallow bobbing motion.

Dave moaned and ran his fingers through my hair as my blowjob picked up intensity, my hand stroking what wouldn’t fit in my mouth. Spit leaked out from the corner of my mouth and coated what I wasn’t sucking, so I rubbed it in and squeezed what I could, He squirmed under me, thighs trembling and toes curling.

I pulled his length out of my mouth, stroking it as spit trailed from my lower lip to his head. He groaned and bit his lower lip, eyes fluttering shut. I smiled in self-satisfaction; my first blowjob was apparently a rousing success. I could still taste his precum, both hands now pumping his slick length.

“You sound like you’re getting close,” I whispered, chuckling to myself when he could only nod in response. I quickened my strokes, squeezing his head every time and twisting my wrist. His cock slurped with the moisture of my spit coating it.

His moans slowly became more insistent, his legs tensing more. I felt his length tighten in my grasp, his shaft expanding even more. I watched Dave grab the sheets and bite his lower lip again, before gasping and trying his damnedest not to scream. I grabbed his cock with both hands, focusing only on the tip as my hands became a blur around him.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “Fuck fuck fuck, I’m gonna cum…keep going. Keep going, fuck…!”

Biting his lip to keep from bellowing in ecstasy, Dave shook as he came. His cock convulsed in my tight grasp, thick ropes of jizz spilling from his tip. His release coated my fingers and pooled on his belly, before his orgasm morphed into little more than convulsions. I leaned forward and ran my tongue along the spot under his tip, and he hissed in response.

Reluctant, I let go of his softening cock. I studied the cum on my fingers, raising it to my nose to give a sniff before darting my tongue out to taste it. It wasn’t nearly as sweet as his precum, but it was better than I’d expected.

Running a hand up his chest, feeling his labored breath, I gave him a devilish smile. “So,” I wondered, “how was that?”

He gave me a lazy smile before licking the cum off my fingers. I was somewhat taken aback when he swallowed it; I had no idea he was this dirty. He then pushed me onto my back before spreading my legs and kneeling between them.

Whereas I took my time, Dave acted like he knew exactly what he wanted. He devoured my length in one fell swoop, and I thought I was going to fall off the bed, I arched my back so hard. His rough lips wrapped around my base. His mouth was so warm, his tongue flicking over the underside of my shaft like a soft feather.

The feeling was downright heaven; he snaked his hands under my hips to grab and squeeze my ass cheeks, greedily sucking on my shaft. I shivered and watched Dave intently, watching as the hints of saliva trickled down onto the base. Each bob of his head sent shivers up my cock, and I felt myself leak precum onto his tongue.

He swallowed, and I screamed.

I couldn’t believe how ravenous he was with my cock. He squeezes my ass every time his lips reached my base. I began throbbing harder, both of my hands grabbing the back of Dave’s head. He groaned but didn’t pull away, swallowing and running his tongue along my length. I felt spit trickle onto my balls, and the familiar tingle began.

“Oh, fuck,” I hissed, tossing my head back as my thighs began to shake. “God, I’m gonna cum…”

Dave growled and stuffed my full length into his mouth again. He glanced up at me and rolled his tongue wherever it would go on my cock, before the building pressure reached its crescendo. With a throaty scream, not caring for whoever else was in the apartment, I threw head back and exploded.

Grabbing the sheets so hard my knuckles turned white, I burst in Dave’s mouth. Each warm shot of cum coated my pulsing shaft and his tongue, and I screamed again when he swallowed some of it. More of my lava spilled into his warm, waiting mouth, my entire body shaking as he swallowed that, too.

By the time I’d shot the last of my jizz, and he pushed that down his throat, I gasped for air and blinked rapidly to get rid of the stars in my eyes. My chest heaved, my lungs struggling to fill with air. I felt him slip my length out of his mouth, lapping and licking the tip. I twitched every time he touched my sensitive head, a drop of cum falling onto my belly.

Oh,” I breathed, “my…god.”

Lapping up the cum on my belly and swallowing it, Dave leaned up to kiss me again. He chuckled when our lips parted, shaking his head. “So…that something you’d like to do again?”

“Well, not right now,” I joked, still catching my breath. “But give me an hour and I won’t say no again.”