I have been recounting two close yet very seperate periods in my life in these stories. One, at the end of high school and that summer leading up to college, takes place at the end of the 70s. The other is a few years into college, in the early 80s.
The former was a time of finding myself, sexually, and included a remarkable amount of straight lovemaking with willing neighbor girls and various schoolmates and relatives, and an incredible number of bi oral encounters with neighbor boys and schoolmates and relatives, in my barn and my neighbor Donny's barn. Donny and I grew up 69ing each other all the time, sometimes twice a day, and always laughing and goofing about it. He also had two sisters close to my age who were a part of our ongoing sex play, in stories I have yet to pen for Lit.
The college years were entirely straight for me, yet my closest friends were a few straight and lesbian girls who redefined what was acceptable sexual interaction between us and gleefully tossed society's norms and restrictions out the window. It was beautiful, and always pursued and practiced with a grin!
Please feel free to read the other stories... just look up 'Bi Friends" and please feel free to e-mail comments or send similar reminiscence.
Raj Pepper (Lookin' At You!)
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One day, I was out riding with Donny and a visitor. The visitor's name was Will and he was a senior at a military academy in Wayne, PA. The school actually had a cavalry unit, called D Troop, and we knew a few of the riders through our circle. Though he was the same age as Donny and I (18), Will was a little smaller than we were, wiry, with hair that was very short for the 70s. A nice enough kid, it seemed, though I mostly took the gung ho crowd with a grain of salt. He roared up and over the hill ahead in a show of horsemanship, and Donny and I talked a little.
"So, is he game?"
"Sure! We took the piss test already" The piss test was something we'd done with SO many people over the years. There was an old work sink from the former servant's kitchen that was a long, low white porcelain job. It had been in the barn as a work sink, watering trough and pissoir as long as I could remember. You suggest to whoever you're with, as you pass near it, that you have to take a leak, and simply whip it out and pee. They either pause while you go, or whip it out and pee too. If they just waited the first time, most people couldn't wait to pee there next time they came through the room. Then you pull yours out and pee again with them. There is a certain amount of grinning and checking each other out, and often enough it breaks right into a few or many strokes. Sometimes Donny and I would double team guys, so that here were two masculine, sure of themselves boys with huge grins and half hard ons, looking at your willie while you peed. It was fairly irresistable in it's promise of good clean fun to come, so to speak.
Donny and Will had had their pee, and they now had a clear, unspoken understanding that more was to come at the end of the ride.
"Want to join us?" Donny asked. I told him I might want to watch today, just for fun. There was a built in ladder that went up to the hay loft, and from there you could look through the slats right into the storage room we called 'the sweat box'.
When our short ride wrapped up, I unsaddled my horse and put saddle and bridle away and gave her a quick brushing, then pretended to head over to my house as Donny asked if we wanted to go into the barn for a beer. I slipped around and right up the ladder, grabbed a beer on the way, and opened it and settled in before they reached the door. They came into the sweat box and Donny offered beer, then announced that it was hot and did Will want to cool off? As he said this, he took off his shirt, then his pants, and stood in his white briefs, leaning back and smiling. Quick as a wink, Will had his off and there they stood, grinning and posing, leaning back with their 3/4 hard ons pressing sideways through their briefs. Donny slid the cold beer along the front of his briefs and Will followed suit, their grins now wide enough to hurt.
"I can cool my dick down like this" Will said as he shoved the icy bottle down the front of his underwear. "Or this!" Donny said, as he pulled his down and his dick popped out to full attention. Will did the same and they both immediately walked towards each other until their dicks were touching, then they reached for each other's hard ons. Donny was at the large end of average size and Will was at the shorter end of average. Both looked good.
"How about we wrestle?" Will asked, and Donny said he didn't want to hurt Will, being easily 20 pounds heavier. Will answered "Yea, right" and they got on the tack box together and said "Ready?"
Donny was naturally good at all sports and had wrestled as a freshman, but Will was the Captain of his wrestling team, and very dedicated. When they said "Go", Donny was unprepared for the ferocity of Will's onslaught. The room was not really set up for that kind of thing, and the flailing of the two of them was violent, fast, and more than a little dangerous. Will pinned Donny on the top of the rolling tack box, that happened to be covered in horse blankets for our horseplay sessions. Then Will, wild eyed and breathing heavily, kissed Donny for all he was worth. Donny stopped moving for a moment, then started kissing Will back, arms behind his head and on his neck and up and down his back.
"Holy shit!" I thought as I stared, the action taking place just a few inches from my face, hidden behing the wall slats. In all the years Donny and I had been 'messing' with it', I'd NEVER seen anything like this. Will broke the embrace, jumped up, grabbed his school bag and pulled a squeeze bottle of something out of it. He poured some on Donny's dick and balls and started to slick him up. Donny was on his back, breathing hard and as Will straddled him Donny poured the same goop all over Will's dick, as well. They kissed again, almost like they were wrestling, and ground their dicks together, then Will popped up on his knees and pulled Donny's legs up over his shoulders and started to poke at his virgin (as far as I knew) ass. Will handed the squeeze bottle to Donny and Donny slathered more on Will's dick as Will moved forward and started slow gyration's.
