"Youthful energies traded against older patience. Youthful urgency against older indulgence." Those perfect words...spot on!
I always considered myself straight. It wasn't until I was completely secure in who I was, that I admitted I was Bi. As a, 18 year old teen, I was a mess of unbridled hormones and was a chronic masturbator. Some of my friends and I would stroke our cocks together. Someone would suggest it and we would do it. When it was over we walked away like nothing ever happened. With my best friend, we would secretly suck each other's cocks. Girls our age weren't sucking dick and very few would let you feel them up. The last thing we wanted to be called was a faggot or queer.
One night I was sitting alone with a mature family friend at a pool party. We had both been swimming and the water was getting cold. Ray, the older family friend suggested we get out. I remember he grabbed some towels and put one over me. I also remember his touch lingered and while I thought it weird, it felt good. I followed him to a pair of chairs in a secluded area of the yard. It was dark and at first, I felt it was strange but comfortable.
He asked me about my life, did I date, did I like any girls? He complimented me and said nice things. Looking back it was a seduction. I remember feeling at ease and willing. I felt safe, even though I sensed a hint of something sexual. He made a comment about my body and swimming. I was on the swim team in high school and this was the summer after I graduated. He said I looked great in my Speedo, and said, "Stand up, let me see you."
I was shy and sort of embarrassed, but I did as I was asked. He looked at me differently. I knew he was looking at me in a very certain way, part of me liked it very much. He was paying attention to me and I felt safe. He motioned me closer and put his finger to his lips as if to say..."Shhhhh..."
I stepped in front of him as he stared at the front of my Speedo. I was feeling aroused and put my hands in front of my crotch. I remember he pouted his lips and told me not to be shy, I was beautiful in my sexy swimsuit. Then he caressed the bulge with his hand. I think I trembled or sighed. I remember him saying he liked my response and would it be okay if he touched me some more. I nodded in the affirmative. He laid his palm on the bulge and squeezed. My head was spinning. I was so aroused.
It was a slow dance, and I was savoring every moment and caress. I wanted to pull the front of my suit down. I wanted him to do whatever he wanted. He sensed my urgency and said to slow down, he asked if I could sneak away to his house a few doors away. I was ready. I wanted to run to his house, but he calmly said we had all night.
I don't remember much between that moment and laying naked in his bed. I watched as he took off his swimsuit and teased me with the vision of his hard cock...When his lips surrounded the head of my cock I thought I was going to cum. I had been teased and seduced to the point of crazy lust..but he reminded me we had all night.
I always considered myself straight. It wasn't until I was completely secure in who I was, that I admitted I was Bi. As a, 18 year old teen, I was a mess of unbridled hormones and was a chronic masturbator. Some of my friends and I would stroke our cocks together. Someone would suggest it and we would do it. When it was over we walked away like nothing ever happened. With my best friend, we would secretly suck each other's cocks. Girls our age weren't sucking dick and very few would let you feel them up. The last thing we wanted to be called was a faggot or queer.
One night I was sitting alone with a mature family friend at a pool party. We had both been swimming and the water was getting cold. Ray, the older family friend suggested we get out. I remember he grabbed some towels and put one over me. I also remember his touch lingered and while I thought it weird, it felt good. I followed him to a pair of chairs in a secluded area of the yard. It was dark and at first, I felt it was strange but comfortable.
He asked me about my life, did I date, did I like any girls? He complimented me and said nice things. Looking back it was a seduction. I remember feeling at ease and willing. I felt safe, even though I sensed a hint of something sexual. He made a comment about my body and swimming. I was on the swim team in high school and this was the summer after I graduated. He said I looked great in my Speedo, and said, "Stand up, let me see you."
I was shy and sort of embarrassed, but I did as I was asked. He looked at me differently. I knew he was looking at me in a very certain way, part of me liked it very much. He was paying attention to me and I felt safe. He motioned me closer and put his finger to his lips as if to say..."Shhhhh..."
I stepped in front of him as he stared at the front of my Speedo. I was feeling aroused and put my hands in front of my crotch. I remember he pouted his lips and told me not to be shy, I was beautiful in my sexy swimsuit. Then he caressed the bulge with his hand. I think I trembled or sighed. I remember him saying he liked my response and would it be okay if he touched me some more. I nodded in the affirmative. He laid his palm on the bulge and squeezed. My head was spinning. I was so aroused.
It was a slow dance, and I was savoring every moment and caress. I wanted to pull the front of my suit down. I wanted him to do whatever he wanted. He sensed my urgency and said to slow down, he asked if I could sneak away to his house a few doors away. I was ready. I wanted to run to his house, but he calmly said we had all night.
I don't remember much between that moment and laying naked in his bed. I watched as he took off his swimsuit and teased me with the vision of his hard cock...When his lips surrounded the head of my cock I thought I was going to cum. I had been teased and seduced to the point of crazy lust..but he reminded me we had all night.
