Jeff and I had been lovers for over two years entering our senior year in high school. I had a full-time girlfriend who insisted on saving her virginity for marriage. So in addition to the sex I was having with Jeff on a regular basis, I was also cheating on my girlfriend and having sex with as many females as I could. When Jeff and I bragged about our sexual conquests now, I was always telling the truth.
My popularity continued to grow as Jeff retreated even further from the mainstream. He had dropped out of all extracurricular activities, and I continued to excel. My junior year I had made the All-Conference and All-State teams in football as both a running back and linebacker, and I was undefeated in wrestling, winning the state title in the 165 lb. weight class. I was also an All-Conference short stop on the baseball team. I had received a nomination to the Air Force Academy from my local Congressman, and my future looked bright.
Jeff and I hadn't seen much of each other over the summer, only getting together for sex a few times. I still loved being with him, and our sex together was still incredible, but we were drifting further apart as he started hanging out with the druggies and I hung with the jocks. That first week of school I made a point to track him down, and found him smoking pot in the smoking area. I managed to draw him aside for a few minutes, and he told me his family was going to be out of town Labor Day weekend and invited me to stay with him. I readily agreed and told him I couldn't wait.
The week passed slowly and I found myself rock hard whenever I thought about spending the weekend with Jeff. I knew I wasn't gay by that point, but I still had no idea what bisexual meant. I still suffered from a twinge of guilt whenever Jeff and I had sex, but it didn't affect me nearly as much as it had when we first started our relationship. And I was getting laid by beautiful girls on a regular basis, so I knew I was at least somewhat normal.
The weekend finally arrived. After football practice I showered and drove to Jeff's house. Five minutes after I arrived we were in bed and I was doing my best to swallow every inch of his big cock. Jeff came twice in my mouth and once in my ass that night, and I came once in his mouth and once in his ass.
The next day we spent the day naked, fucking when either of us grew horny. We also smoked a lot of pot and drank a case of beer during the course of the day. That night we had more incredible sex, and fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms. Sunday morning we slept late, showered together, and after breakfast we went down to the basement game room to smoke some more pot and play some pool. After a couple of games Jeff was bent over the table lining up his shot. His ass looked so inviting I knelt behind him and began tonguing him. One thing led to another, and soon I was bent over the pool table and Jeff was fucking me hard.
Just as Jeff cried out and started filling my ass with his warm cum, the basement door opened and Jeff's cousin Linda walked in. I didn't see her because I had my head down on my arms as Jeff's cum splashed deep inside me, but I looked up quickly when I heard her exclaim, "OH MY GOD! What the fuck are you doing?"
Linda was a year older than Jeff and I, having graduated the year before. She had been madly in love with me for several years, and we had fooled around a little when I knew no one would ever find out. Linda was not a very attractive girl, but she had lots of potential. She had shoulder-length strawberry blond hair and the most incredibly white skin I had ever seen. She was a little bit overweight, but the two times I had seen her semi-undressed I had been very turned on by her small breasts and creamy white skin. Linda and I had made out several times, and on a couple of memorable occasions she had given me hand jobs. Once when I thought I was going to have sex with her she got cold feet after stripping down to her panties, and I had to be content with another hand job.
Jeff pulled out, spraying his warm cum all over my back and ass. I stood up and looked at Linda dumbfounded. She was staring at my hard cock which was dripping pre-cum but she had an almost terrified look on her face. Jeff began to whimper and backed further away. I didn't take my eyes off of Linda as she continued to stare at the two of us.
I tried a smile and said, "Hi Linda."
"What the fuck?" Was her response.
Linda moved over to the couch and practically fell back onto it. I stayed where I was, but glanced back at Jeff to see him curled in a fetal position against the back wall. He was mumbling something that I couldn't make out and I knew I was on my own.
"Linda, "I began, "I know this looks bad..."
"BAD?" She interrupted me, practically screaming. "It's terrible. My cousin being a queer is bad enough. But you, too? I wanted to give up my virginity to you, and you turn out to be a fucking faggot!"
She was making me angry and I raised my voice as well. "Just knock that shit off, Linda," I yelled back at her. "Jeff and I are not faggots."
"You're not? She continued. "Well, what the fuck was that? I'm pretty sure my cousin was fucking you in the ass when I walked in here. I'm pretty sure that makes you both queer!"
She had a point, but I managed to mumble "We like girls too."
"Yeah, right!" Linda sneered at me. "I bet you've never fucked a girl. Does that pretty cheerleader girlfriend know you like it up the ass? I bet she doesn't. I bet your jock friends don't know either."
