Just a nice story I'd thought I'd share with you about how I found how I was bisexual.
When I was younger, I regarded myself as a straight guy. I went out with almost every girl I set eyes on and did anything you can do with most of them. When I was about 18, my flatmate I had known for ten years told me he was gay. I had never thought about having a gay friend or being gay myself before. Once he had come out to me, I could tell he liked me because when I was walking round in my boxers he was constantly staring at my body and my bulge. When I showered he made some sort of excuse to come into the bathroom. It was being decorated at the time so there was no shower curtain. Surprisingly, I never flinched or attempted to cover myself up; I just stood there and let this gay guy stare at my dick whilst I was washing myself. I felt comfortable so from then on, I began to walk round the house with nothing on letting everything hang out because it not only felt comfortable, also it felt good.
This went on for quite a while - him constantly staring at me. After a while, he also began to feel comfortable walking around with nothing on. Things began to get more intense and some chemistry began to build up. One night, I came home after shagging my girlfriend at her house and I saw him tossing himself off on the couch. I had stripped down naked and shut the curtains as I felt very comfortable as was he. I sat down and he began staring at me; tossing more vigorously now that I was in the room. I didn't mind and neither did he. I began to get aroused seeing him tossing himself off. I had never experienced this before. I also stared at his six pack for ages and also his dick. It was huge. We enjoyed being naked around each other. We enjoyed tossing ourselves off in front of each other. We never felt embarrassed around each other. We had even had wanking competitions to see who could go for longest. Then, for the first time in my life I wanted him.
My feelings for him began to grow and grow and about a week later; I asked him whether he want to go clubbing for a bit. We went out, got pissed, got off with some people, went to the chippy and came home. At this stage, I was single. I was confused. My friend and I were sat on the couch stripped bare. We were just sat there chatting when all of a sudden, I looked at his dick. It was all hairy as were his legs. I love teenage hair (we were 19 not 14 or anything). I made a pass at him and he responded with great delight. I licked him from his head to his toes; he did the same to me. I tossed him off, sucked him off, shagged him up his arse and made him swallow. He did the same to me. After we had cummed, we just lay there laughing, and smiling and passionately kissing.
The next morning, we both woke up and were fully aware of what had happened the night before. We weren’t ashamed of what had happened. Had I done that a year ago, I would have run a mile and never looked back but not now. We went for round two and did everything you can think of. I had never experienced gay sex before, I really enjoyed it. I thought sex was about sticking your cock up some girl’s minge and licking her out; getting her to suck you off. Although I still enjoyed that, I now enjoyed this.
I and my flatmate now have a house together and secretly are now a couple of five years. He later admitted to being bisexual so got a girlfriend. I also have one who surprisingly also share a house. We are each other’s bit on the side. We don't really consider we are betraying our girlfriends, we just think gay sex is a bit of fun.
Thanks for reading, this is a true story.