Going back over twenty years or so I had no idea of terms like bottom and top, but that did not stop any action taking place. Some one asked me recently how and when I had my first bi experience (which led to a great session, but that is a different story) and it got me reliving in my mind the formative years of my bi adventures and specifically my best mate, Alex. We were part of a larger group of pals, but we always hung out and if ever we went out no matter how many of us there were, he and I would always end up staying over at the others house. A key difference between us was that he had a girlfriend and I often joked with him whether or not she ever got jealous that I slept over more than she did, a joke that inevitably became more appropriate. I have never found guys attractive, I can count on one hand the amount of times I have kissed a guy and I never cuddle. In fact I have only shared a bed for a full night (innocent sleepovers excluded) a few times as well. But I had learned early on that I was captivated by a hard cock and especially enjoyed getting them off. I mention this because despite the amount of time we spent in close proximity, getting changed in the same room and so on, I had never ‘eyed’ him up or fancied him. One night though we got back to his place, not exactly drunk but having had too much to bother with a lecture from his mother so we sloped in and straight up to his room. There was different kind of energy in the room that night and Alex seemed sheepish. We were soon stripped down to boxers and when I returned from brushing my teeth, he had the lights out. I knelt down on my makeshift bed on his floor and looked up, curious of his quiet behavior. In the silhouette from his bedroom window I could see the tent in his duvet and then the other clues came together, his breathing was heavy and there was the lighting tapping and rubbing of material; he was wanking. Instantly my body reacted, my cock twitched and I felt a tingle in all kinds of places. My mind flashed back three years reminding me of all the good sensations. Just over a year ago I had my last session and in an innocent kind of way figured, well that was fun, it will never happen again. Now, however, I was thrilled by the prospects of being so close to a hard cock again. My slim six inches stood proud in an instant, poking out from my boxers. I stood back up, sliding them down to my thighs and started pulling on it. In the dark I could still picture a hand wrapped around smooth, hard flesh pumping and making it squirt. I was in a world of my own which meant that I jumped when I heard Alex whispering. “What are you doing?” he asked. “What are you doing?” I echoed just as quietly, suddenly fearful that I had misread the situation and so was randomly standing there wanking. There was silence for loud heartbeats more but my lust was overwhelming, “Don’t stop,” I pleaded slowly pulling on my cock again, slowly and quietly so I could listen for his return to action. “Don’t stop,” I repeated in a nearly inaudible whisper. I realised that I was wanking, but that he had stopped and I managed to rein myself back in, I was horny because he was clearly turned on, but now it seemed that that had passed. “What are you doing?” he asked again, “Wanking?” We had never not told each other anything so it was natural for me to answer honestly. “Yes,” I whispered. “Why?” “Well you were and it was just a reaction to that?” Nerves were creeping into my voice now. “I thought you would freak,” he said. “Oh no,” I answered and I just managed to stop myself saying that I liked it. I was not sure he was ready to hear me tell him I wanted his cock, to make him come. “Are you going to come?” he asked casually. “Depends,” I replied and after a loaded pause added, “I want you to first.” There was a long silence still, but cock softened and bobbed a little where it hung. Something clearly clicked with him. “Oh shit,” he exclaimed as loud as he dared, “Have you done this before?” “Alex, look,” I stumbled words, but he interrupted me. “Shit, when, how… who?” and so I told him the name of an older friend of the family and he fired off questions that I was feeling to fuzzy about to answer. The last one stuck out though. “Are you gay?” “Well, no.” I answered really feeling really worried now, “I mean I have fooled around with girls still.” And followed this with a brief description of getting horny and going with the flow. His reply was a simple one. “Prove it,” he said pushing back the duvet. “Really?” “Shhhh,” was all he said then. In the dark room there was nothing to see though the light from a distant streetlight gave just enough contrast for me to make out the white shape of his body, the darker patch of his pubes. I reached down and gasped, he was really big. About half hard I could not make my finger and thumb connect as I wrapped my hand around him. I pulled him up softly and he let out a breath. I stroked him like this and felt him harden in my grasp, my own cock following suit. Soon my hand was moving in long slow stroked on him, a thick nine inches. My motion pushed and pulled his forskin off and over his big helmet, he gasped and I thought he had come, when I felt his tip go sticky and how it spread as I wanked him. But he was still rock hard. “Have you come?” I whispered, my cock throbbing between my legs, but he seemed unable to answer, his legs going rigid in a tell tale way. I pulled on him a little faster and he reacted more, his hips rising form the bed. I was gasping for him as his whole body locked up and warmth ran over my fist. I felt it gather and run down all my fingers and I wished that the light was on. His body relaxed and he reached down and pulled the duvet up, covering himself and rolling away from me. I felt awkward at his shyness, but at the same time did not worry, I was riding high on making him come, it had been a while for me and I was thrilled to be reliving the experience. My cock throbbed and I lay on my floor-bed, touching myself lightly, flashing back in my mind and permitting myself a pull on my nipples a little. I stokred his come off my hand onto my won cock. I listened to Alex’s breathing, I was sure he was still awake and I sympathized with him a little remembering that confusion I felt years before. Time seemed to pass really slowly and the only movement I heard was Alex shifting in his bed, but then a whisper and my heart leapt. “Harry?” he said through a dry voice. “Harry?” I waited, I wanted to hear what he had to say before I committed to talking back. “Harry,” he repeated, “Iam hard again.” It was simply stated and matter-of-fact, but I tingled all over, “May I?”I enquired. “May you?” he answered sounding amazed, “shut up!” and he pushed back his duvet once more. I knelt by his bed and reached for his cock, just as hard and just as big as before. He was sticky to the touch and the smell of his come filled my nose. Hi breathing was more relaxed now and it was clear that he was reacting quicker to my touch. He was into it and I was in heaven. When his hand touched my arm and held it, I reached down to my cock and tugged. His hand slid up my arm to my shoulder and then to my neck and to the back of my head. Lustfully I lowered my body a little, knowing what he was suggesting and trying to let him know it was okay. His fingers slid into my hair and I could sense the hesitance in his movements. I was pumping on my cock now. “Hey,” he whispered, “I don’t want come every where!” “Hmmmm, please,” I said, “I need to come now!” “No mess,” he said “Okay.” I let go of him, but he kept his hand in my hair. I wanked hard, by body flinching as my orgasm rose. I grunted to myself and wrapped my fist around my tip, wanking only that. When my come came I controlled its flow into my palm. When I was done shooting, I swiftly lifted my hand back to him, carful to not drip any come on him and slid it instead around his shaft. My cock stayed hard as I wanked my slippery jizz into him, wanking my own cock still to get every tingle of ecstasy from it. His breathing quickened again and his legs went rigid and just as I think he had planned, he put pressure through his hand and pushed my head down to him. My lips connected with this stickiness of his helmet and I moaned gently at how good it tasted. His tip pushed my lips wide and as soon as it was all in his hips bucked and with a push he filled my mouth with his hard member so I could taste my own come as well. On the second push, a hot squirt erupted form him and an even sweater taste swilled around my tongue. He came less this time and in my mind I could tell is less gloopy than before. He softened straight away in my mouth. I sucked on him so that he popped out and then I quietly gulped down his load. Like before he pulled the duvet straight and I moved back to bed. Spent now, it was easier to drift off to sleep, the taste of come in my mouth keeping a smile on face.