Can Someone Explain Being Bi Pt 03

All characters are over 18.

This is my continued story containing my masturbatory fantasies. This story will also pick up shortly after part 2. After their nap.

The more I imagine this story, the more complex my feelings become. I'm trying to explore the range of emotions, fears and worries of a straight guy entering into the world of bisexuality. I have struggled with my wants and desires. My hope is to not write what is expected, but to travel the path of learning what bisexual means to me. Especially in the realm of accepting my base desires. Differentiating sex from love and relationships to self exploration. Having a fantasy and desire to do something about it doesn't always go the way you expect.

In chapter 4, I will be trying to expand the character set and the interactions of bisex.

I hope you enjoy. I'd love to hear from the readers and other writers.

Again, let me state... I am a novice writer, a chronic masturbator and have a wide array of fantasies. I hope to expand this series into many areas. I cum at least twice writing each story. If I make you cum, I'd love to know about it.

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When I opened my eyes I found Mark and I exactly where I passed out and in the same position. Other than lifting and swiveling my head just a bit, I did my best to not move.

As my head came through that hard sleeping fog to full consciousness, I realized how monumental today really was. So many firsts for me. Am I really gay? Can I call myself straight? Is this what it means to be bisexual? I wish someone would explain it to me.

I raised my head slightly again to look down my body. I didn't have morning wood but I wasn't flaccid either. I could feel the cum that was on my legs and feet, it had dried up. I needed to shower.

My self inspection woke Mark up. When he looked at me. I thought it would be awkward. I couldn't be a Dom 24/7. I felt amazing, I felt silly.

"Good afternoon sunshine." addressing Mark in the silliest way possible.

Mark seemed befuddled... but he pushed himself up and planted his lips on mine.

I froze. I never wanted to kiss a man. That's gay. Isn't it?

Mark's lips spread and his tongue pressed against my mouth. Instinctively I parted my own lips and began to kiss him back.

Why did kissing a man scare me? I thought to myself. He's a good kisser I added in my head. Our tongues swirled around each others. He had a distinct taste of whiskey with a salty mix to it. I enjoyed his flavor. Something about that taste... I couldn't tell what it was.

Mark broke free and pulled back. We looked at each other.

"Are you okay?" he asked me nervously.

"Yeah, yeah I am."

He broke out with a smile.

"But we need to talk." I felt bad the second that left my mouth. I knew it sounded exactly like a break up and that wasn't what I meant. I mean were we even dating? Did what we did together make us a couple?

Mark's face contorted a bit. Those words... It was the obvious reaction to assuming he was being rejected at some level.

Turning my dominant personality back on just a bit, knowing I had hurt him with just a few simple words. I really felt bad and I needed to fix what I said, how I said it. "Get up and get a shower started" I tried to show a smirk. "I need help getting cleaned up."

Mark's demeanor completely changed again. Relief washed over his face and his eyes softened. He answered simply and quietly. "Yes boss." continuing our Dom/Sub roleplay very lightly. Mark stood and strolled to the bathroom. My eyes followed his form. He really did have a great body. I was watching him like I always watched a naked woman walk... with lust.

Regrettably, I lifted myself off the bed as I heard the water start. The bed was soft and luxurious, clean and barely out of place considering our earlier activities.

As I entered the doorway to the bathroom, Mark was standing at the sink brushing his teeth. I took in the room. His home was beautiful. When I saw the shower, it was huge and had two showerheads, both running and steam was rising off the tiles.

I really don't know why I did what I did next.

Walking up behind Mark as he was brushing. I placed my hand on his right ass cheek and gave it a gentle squeeze just as I have done with many lovers in the past. I've always admired a nice ass. I wrapped my left arm around my new lover, crossing his chest and landing my hand firmly atop one of his nipples. Mark was a little taller than me. I closed the gap completely. Feeling my hanging almost flaccid cock make contact with the center of his asscrack.

I kissed his neck lightly a few times with gentle pecks adding kisses down his shoulder. My new lover may be a man but I can't ignore the intimacy of it all.

Turning, I walked into the large shower and received the warmth and steam welcomely. Letting the water cascade over me.

Less than a minute later, Mark joined me in the large bathing area and wet himself down similarly under the other showerhead. As I was facing him, he spun around, the full 360 view was provided for me. He was an exceptionally handsome guy. Well groomed dark brown hair, no chest hair, barely any belly fat, just a slightly fuzzy round and tight ass. Flacid, his cock looked very small but all I saw in my mind was that 5 inch hard and thick piece of meat that I knew would be the very first to penetrate my mouth.

I am going to suck his dick. I am going to explore his body. I am certainly going to experience this man.

Without even knowing, while staring at him. My cock rose to almost a full erection. Just looking at him. When Mark noticed my attention rising, he stopped his spin. Facing each other, his eyes flittered from my face to my groin and back.

"See something you like boss?" very charmingly teasing me.

"Yes" my eyes continued to take in his entire being. "You are so incredibly sexy right now. I...." sputtering out of words to say.

We just looked at each other. He was waiting for me to continue my thought. I didn't though... I didn't have words. I was turned on... I was confused about my sexuality... I was lost in all the things I didn't understand.

"Jake?... Are you okay?" Mark asked.

"Yeah... I'm good... I'm just a little overwhelmed."

"I can tell."

"Yeah... I mean right now... I want to ravage your body... then... I ... feel ...lost... I... have so many things in my head. It's ... It hurts."

My boss, my new lover, my shower mate heard what I had to say.

"Jake, was this your first time?"

"Yeah"

"Ah... I think I get it now, that makes more sense to me now."

"How so?"

"Is this what you meant when you said we need to talk?" answering my question with his own.

"Yeah."

Marked sighed just a little. "I think I know exactly what your thinking." He reached out and put his hand on my now softening dick. "Your trying to figure out if your gay or straight... or something else... am I right?"

"That's definitely part of it."

"Does my hand holding your dick feel good?"

"God yes."

"Did you enjoy what we did together?"

"Oh my god, yes."

"Do you want to try more things with me?"

"Absolutely yes."

I didn't even realize. Mark was slowly stroking me back to fully erect, yet again. I was a little raw. Standing there, getting a gentle stroking, looking at each other.

"Then why label any of it?" He kindly directed me to not question everything all at once. "It doesn't matter what you want to call this right now. I absolutely loved doing what we did today. I want to do so much more with you. But it's important that your comfortable doing these things. If your not, that's okay. Just know this."

He sighed heavy. "I want you.." He let go of my hard dick. "I hope we do more."

It was a bit awkward. We finished showering in silence, just like two normal guys showering in a gym locker room. Not another word.

When we exited the shower, Mark offered me a thick white robe. Putting on another just like it. My robe seemed just a bit more feminine and tailored. "It's my ex-wifes."

"How about we make some dinner and have that talk you wanted to earlier?" Mark seemed to drop into his vice president speak. He sounded more in charge and maybe more managerial.

"Yeah.. That would be good."

Into the kitchen we went. Mark pulling various items from different cabinets and the refrigerator. I sat at the island awaiting instructions, falling easily back into boss and employee mode.

Mark was moving about the kitchen with ease, so I started the conversation. Communicating seemed easier now.

"The first thing I need to know about you is your origin story."

"Origin story?" Mark laughed. "What am I a super hero?"

"Right now... pretty darn close in my book."

"So what do you really want to know?"

"I feel like I'm on a first date, granted one that already put out." I chuckled at my own joke. "I guess I just want to know everything really... like... you said in college you were bisexual. Like now your not? Or..." I tried to gather my words.

I had to look confused. What was the right question to ask? Hmmm.

"In college I had a roommate in my senior year. I was just off campus in a tiny apartment and after awhile some things happened and well... I was straight. He was too. I mean it started so innocently. Towards the end, we both got heated and we had a few crazy weeks of.... experimenting together. I know I said I was bisexual in college, what I really meant was I had a crazy fling and for decades it has haunted me. Never getting up the courage to try again. Never looking for anyone to do anything. I mean, hell, I met my wife right after I graduated college. I settled down, had two kids and always wondered."

Mark almost looked upset about his story. He continued anyway while fixing us dinner. "My kids are in college now and halfway across the country. Four months ago, my wife told me she wanted a divorce and that she was in love with her secretary. Turns out she was in the closet and a lesbian. So even though I had fantasies since college. I never acted on them. Like you this morning, I'd be watching some porn and it wasn't doing it for me and then... I switch to gay porn and suddenly all those old feelings came back and it was so new again and so FUCKING EXCITING!"

Everything Mark said to me made so much sense. He wasn't gay but he wasn't straight either. I'm only the second guy he's been with.

"Wow" I spit out. " With the exception of your college experiences." I again lost track of my thoughts.

"What about you? How did you CUM to all this?... Catch my pun?" Turns out Mark is funny and not the tough boss I thought he was.

"Cum... that's funny." I actually giggled a bit. " I've always been straight. I don't ever remember wanting, thinking about, fantasizing, or anything at all about anything other than women. Until a few years ago that is. I don't really know how it happened or why it happened but one day I was wondering what it was like for the woman I was fucking. Not like if she was having orgasms, but like what she felt while sucking me and fucking me. What turned her on about it. Did she enjoy sucking dick? What about dick excited her? I couldn't understand it. Or was that just something that was expected as part of sex. I don't know, I just started to find me thinking more and more what it would be like to... you know... be the woman doing..." I couldn't believe I just said that out loud to another human being.

Mark continued shuffling foods around and stirring things.

"After thinking about that stuff, I kind of started picturing it, I mean picturing me being on my knees. Like giving myself a blowjob. But... I couldn't wrap my head around me being two different people... one getting blown and me being down in front of myself doing it. It was just like...it wasn't real or... and not like possible. I don't know it's so hard to explain. I guess... from there I started noticing more. Like, I don't know... cocks in general... then... I sort of started thinking things like... Like... if I was her, I mean the women I was watching in porn... kind of stuff like..." I basically was babbling at this point. "I just started thinking about what I would do and how it would be hotter doing it differently and ... it just... shit... just freaked me out."

Mark stopped doing everything in front of me. Leaning a bit on the island in the kitchen. Looked directly at me. "Do you think you're the only one that freaked out having these thoughts in the world?" It was a valid question.

"No but..."

"But what?"

Mark bent over and popped something in the oven. When he was standing back up and looking directly at me again, he added. " Seriously, but what?"

Giving it thought now. "I wasn't prepared for it." Grimacing slightly, "It bothers me, I mean, well, maybe not now, it... bothered me."

"It doesn't any more?"

"Yeah it does." I admitted the obvious.

"So what do you want to do about it?"

"I think I want to explore this more."

"What do you want to explore next?"

I gave it a few seconds of thought.

"How long will, well, whatever you just put in the oven... be in the oven?"

"About twenty minutes."

It clicked for me. It's now or never. Check off the next fantasy off your list. Do it now. Before I lose my nerve and chicken out.

I stood up and walked around the kitchen island, Mark turned and as we were face to face. I leaned in to kiss him.

Mark responded naturally, kissing me back. A lover's kiss. Our lips smashed against each others. Our tongues entwined. As I pulled back and stopped our brief make out session. I maintained eye contact as best I could.

Mark understood my gesture to some extent. Undoing my robe, I removed it completely, folding it partially and dropping it in between us. My action, I believe made my intentions fully clear. I opened Marks robe fully next and slipped it off his shoulders. The soft fabric sliding gracefully and piling itself behind him.

Standing together there, completely naked, I placed both my hands high on his chest. I moved my gaze from his eyes down his body as I slid my open hands down across his torso. As my hands descended enough, I began lowering myself with them, taking one knee and then the other; fully kneeling on my own discarded robe. I've always imagined doing this hurts your knees and I provided myself some comfort.

My hands moved outwards towards Marks hips. Using him for a bit of balance. I settled myself neatly in front of him. Setting my sights directly in front of me. Taking a mental image of the cock I was about to suck. My first.

Holding Marks hips, recognizing his cock was beginning to swell. Both of us fully knowing now what exactly was about to happen. I looked back up to Mark. He was looking down to me with lust.

"Will you be my first?" I asked demurely.

His left hand gently reached out and caressed my head, in such a simple and soft way. "Please."

The manhood in front of me was almost full now. Close to completely ready. I had thought of this day before, this first time, this fantasy.

I began to close the gap. His cock wasn't pointing straight out, it was aimed down slightly. I lowered my head enough to be just under the head.

The moment of truth. I looked up once again to see his face as best I could as the crown entered my mouth.

When I felt the contact, the entry, I closed my lips around around my very first cock. In my head, I was focused on pleasing him. But an odd thought crept in.... I'm officially a cocksucker now. I was almost giddy with that simple idea.

I heard a moan and I realized it was me.

Only the head of his dick was in my mouth. I circled my tongue around it and brought the tip of my tongue to the slit.

A small taste was there, just a touch of sweet.

With renewed confidence, I began taking more of him until I had at least half his length. My mouth felt full already and I felt his cock swell and stiffen.

"Oh yes..." Mark whispered but I heard.

The hand on my head tightened just a little in reaction to me taking more of him. Backing my head up enough, I focused on flattening my tongue under his cock to give more friction.

After only one taste, I could feel every nerve in my body was on fire. It was amazing to feel the stretch of the muscles in my legs in my kneeling position, the grip I had on his hips tightened, my cock was at full attention. This is incredible.

I pushed down on him again trying to take more.

None of what I was doing was fast. As much as my goal was to pleasure him, this was just as much about me, if not more. This was my fantasy come true. That first want that I've had sexually in so long that was not yet satisfied. That first new experience.... all over again.

My next push down over him encompassed almost all of his five inches.

I felt his pubic hair on my face. The crown of his cock in the far back of my mouth. Veins on his hard cock thick against my tongue. A hand on the side of my head with fingers entangled into my hair.

I was on my knees, giving my first ever blowjob to a man. Not just any man. My boss. A vice president for the company I am currently employed under. My body and mind was burning. I didn't think I could be any more excited and turned on. And I'm so close to deep throating him after only a few times sliding down over him.

It occurred to me how lucky I was that my first time wasn't with a very well endowed man.

I stayed put for those fews seconds, thoroughly enjoying the place I found myself in.

Marks fingers tightened slightly, almost to encourage me to continue. So I did just that as Mark let out a groan of sheer pleasure.

My pace was slow to start, my goal now was to increase my speed. Keeping my breathing in check, to take in air as I sucked this mans cock. I moved my head with intent. Complete stokes from head to pubes. Each push forward making him touch the edge of my throat. Each release of suction on him, sliding my head backwards while trying to use my tongue to provide more sensation to the underside and sides of him.

I continued to raise the speed of which I took his cock. My pace unsustainable. I was a novice cocksucker and I was going to need to practice. Struggling now with my breath, Mark was encouraging me with his hand.

"I'm very close."

A decision needed to be made. Extend this session of sucking dick by slowing my pace, regaining my airflow and make this last. Or... I can get some good air into my lungs on this release and get to work at claiming his cum.

I wanted his cum. Right now I was tasting his precum leaking more over my tastebuds. It spurred me on. I want it now.

I took the deepest breath I could around his throbbing cock and plunged as far as I could. Not stopping, I started jackhammering him into me. I couldn't tell if he was pumping into me or I was inhaling him. I was sucking his cock as fast as I could. My tongue flattened, my lips pursed.

I felt him slip past my throat. I didn't gag. My ears rang with the the sloshing sounds. Mark started telling me...

"I'm gonna cum.. I'm gonna cum..."

I didn't slow down. I gave him my entire mouth and throat. I took every inch of him.

"I'm cumming...!"

The first burst from him was on a downstroke. Cum exploded throughout my mouth until he was in me completely. The next stroke out I could feel another shot fill me until that last push down. Mark's hand locked on my head. Like I did to him earlier, he was as deep as he could be. Letting loose the pulses of his orgasm directly into my belly.

The throbbing and pulsating cock seemed huge and I felt every bit of him stretching my face.

As he let go of my head and withdrew himself, his cum coated the entire interior of my mouth.

I had a mouthful of cum. I wanted to savor it. I wanted to remember it. It was sweet and creamy. Not even a hint of saltiness.

I swallowed in as many small increments that I could. Trying to make it last.