College Experiments–Part One–The Threesome

My first true bi experience is still one of my hottest memories. I say “first true experience” because it was the first real bisexual thing I’d been involved in. I’d definitely done some fantasizing of my own in the past and I had also jerked off with a friend in my neighborhood a few times over some of his older brother’s Club Magazines—the ones with the sex scenes. We had touched each other’s penis a few times during these sessions but that was the extent of it. In retrospect, I think he probably would have done more but he moved away that summer. Anyway, more on that later. I didn’t count fantasizing and early teen experimentation as bisexual activity. Nope, I was solidly straight.

I first had sex with a girl early in my senior year in high school–I was 17 and she was a girl from my class. Buddies had been talking about sex for a while—and I wanted to do it, believe me–but just hadn’t sealed the deal until that one night after a high school dance. I guess I did a good job for her because some other girls started showing interest in me. I’d always been told I was cute–wavy brown hair, green eyes, athletic build–but I was known as one of those “Boy Scout” types. Anyway, after that first night, pussy seemed to come my way regularly and I took advantage of that.

In the back of my head, though, I wondered more and more why I was turned on by guys. Or at least it seemed like I was when I admitted it to myself. I’d played sports for years, primarily baseball and tennis, and was used to being around naked guys in the locker room. And honestly, it excited me. I told myself it was just the male camaraderie–the “being buddies” with guys that I enjoyed and that nudity in the locker room and locker room talk was just part of that closeness. But sometimes at night I’d let my mind wander back to the locker room and contemplate the various bodies I’d seen—and especially the penises. Some of the guys I knew had really nice penises dangling there between their thighs. But why did I notice that, I asked myself? I was a guy and I liked tits and pussy. I wasn’t supposed to be thinking about penises so I’d usually push those thoughts away. I convinced myself that my fascination with cocks was because I had a big one (as commented on good-naturedly by several guys in the locker room—and girls in the bedroom–through the years) and that I was simply comparing. And usually when I jerked off I thought about tits and pussy. But once in a while, those pictures from Club magazine would flash into my head and I’d finish busting my load with thoughts of a stiff penis penetrating a steamy vagina. That was OK, right? I mean, it was heterosexual fucking I was imagining. No harm done.

So, flash forward to the following year when I started college in another state. I settled in well and made a lot of new friends early in my freshman year. One of my new acquaintances was on the school’s tennis team; I wasn’t good enough to make the team but I did still play a lot and had met him through a mutual friend who also loved the game. Shane was outgoing and had a way of making you feel comfortable, like you’d known him forever. He loved to have fun and was always smiling about something. We’d hung out with other friends a couple of times already that fall but still didn’t know each other really well. I enjoyed hanging out with Shane in part, I confess, because he was hot. He was six feet, about 180, short blonde hair and very tan. Lean, athletic build and a killer smile. Loads of charisma. And, he enjoyed talking about sex, which was a major turn on for me. It really got me off to talk about sex with another guy.

One Tuesday night Shane and I both were bored and looking for something to do but all of the other guys in our usual group had tests or papers due. Shane and I had nothing going on so we headed to a local bar to shoot pool. We were underage, of course, but this place didn’t check ID’s as long as you weren’t causing a scene. We’d had a couple of pitchers and were laughing and kidding around while shooting pool when this girl asked if she could join us. I say “girl” because she seemed about our age, but she certainly wasn’t immature physically. She’d been sitting at a table watching us for a bit and would smile at us when either of us looked her direction. She was fairly tall–probably 5’8″–and had long brown hair and a cute smile. I’d never seen her before—I’m sure I would have noticed her. She had a nice body and it was nicely displayed in a tight T-shirt and shorts.

“Sure you can join us,” Shane smiled, glancing at me and winking. “I’m Shane and this is Travis”. I nodded and smiled. “I’m April,” she said. “I was waiting all this time for a friend who isn’t coming and now I need a little drink and a game of pool.” And she flashed a beautiful smile. “Good to meet you,” I said in my most friendly tone.

And the evening progressed–more pitchers and more pool and more laughing and joking. April said she was also a student at our university–a sophomore–but lived off campus in an apartment. Her friend was supposed to meet her for a beer but got in a fight with her boyfriend and decided not to go out. Our good fortune, as it turned out. As we drank more we laughed more and some of the joking took a mildly sexual turn. A couple of times she ran her fingers suggestively down her pool stick and raised her eyebrows while smiling at me. I took the bait. I began to stand closer to her and casually rub her arm while we talked in between shots. I swear she intentionally nudged my crotch with her ass a couple of times while bending over to take a shot. I was feeling it. Shane was flirting with her heavily, as well, but it didn’t bother me. Somewhere close to midnight she said, “Guys, I don’t normally invite strangers to my apartment but you don’t feel like strangers. Let’s go back to my place.” Shane and I looked at each other. “What the hell…sounds good to me,” said Shane.

None of us should have driven but I did anyway—the folly of youth. Shane and April sat in the backseat together and I heard them begin kissing. Damn, I thought. This was going to be my action tonight and Shane was back there swallowing her tongue. Fortunately it was a short drive. We all three got out and went inside. Her apartment was small but neat. She proceeded straight through the living room to her bedroom and turned on a lamp beside her bed, all the while pulling Shane along by his hand. If I’d been sober I’m sure I would have sat on the sofa or maybe even stayed in the car but I wasn’t sober…I was buzzed and I was horned and I was curious about her intentions.

She sat down on the edge of her bed and Shane sat down beside her. They began kissing deeply again and I stood in the doorway and watched. Shane’s hands were beginning to roam over her arms and back. April’s hands were on Shane’s chest, pressing against his shirt. Shane slipped one hand onto her breast and she moaned softly. The boy was moving quickly. I was still standing there, turned on but not knowing what I should do. Finally, I came to my senses and said, “Have fun, kiddos, I’ll catch ya later.” I turned to go but April said, “Wait. Come sit down.” “What?” I said. “Three seems like a crowd and you’re already having fun.”

“Really, come here,” April said.