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This is a work of fiction.
I am bisexual. I suppose the only thing that sets me apart from millions of other bisexual men could be the fact that I have only ever had sex with blonds.
Every blond-Jay and Monica
------------------------- Jay gets me drunk
Jay grew up on a nearby ranch which was next-door to Ty. Jay was special and will always remain so in my heart. I remember him always acting very effeminate. His older sister Monica was dating my oldest brother Tim at the time, and we were all having a good time together, as friends.
I had never drank alcohol before. We were at a birthday party for some adult which was held at Jay's house. I had some beer, which I didn't like very much at the time (it tasted a lot like rotten bread) but the Chambourd was pretty good. Jay drank screwdrivers.
Tickling me up my shirt--which he had untucked from my trousers at some point--Jay pulled a really fast one and tongue-kissed me. I was a novice, but I did grab the back of his head and pulled him in for some more tongue.
After about 40 seconds--which seemed a lot longer at the time--he produced a polaroid camera. He suggested that we get dressed up in his sister's clothes and photograph each other. I was more than skeptical about his plan by a wide margin.
"That doesn't sound like a very good idea." I said, scratching the back of my neck.
"It'll be fun!" Jay went on flamboyantly.
"I dunno-"
Jay grabbed my hand and lead me though his bathroom into his sister's room. My jaw dropped when I saw my oldest brother ass-up between Jay's sister Monica's knees. I'm not sure who turned redder. Monica's thighs blushed. Tim's ass blushed. Jay blushed. I laughed my ass off.
"Get. Out." Tim panted, mid thrust.
We went back to Jay's room through the bathroom connecting Jay's room to Monica's.
What we decided upon--after a good, really good, belly laugh--was that we would each take a photo of the other with a hard on sticking out from our trousers (don't ask me, it was my first time drinking alcohol). I was first.
Jay spent a lot of time framing the shot. He had me sit on his bed, wear a cowboy hat... He failed to close the bathroom door (much to my later chagrin).
I was framed up, boned up, and when the flash went off, Monica and Tim walked into the room from the bathroom, and I deflated... total soft on with a groaning, embarrassed pain in my belly. My turn to turn red and Tim's turn to laugh his ass off--which he did.
"Can I have one?" Monica asked, grabbing the photo from the camera. She flapped it around in the air in that 'I'm drying some film' motion that a lot of people used to do with old timey Polaroid photos.
I caught my deflated dick in my zipper in my haste to re-dress. Yeah, I was a hurting monkey.
Monica looks very closely at the photo. Then she looks at me. She looks at Tim, then at me. Back to the photo, and says to Tim "Your brother's circumcised, why aren't you?"
Without missing a beat he said "Because I'm fine just the way I am."
Embarrassed, feeling additionally circumcised via zipper, deflated, and feeling humiliated, Monica left with my photo. Jay said my dick looked a lot smaller than he had imagined it. I was a bit surprised that he had imagined how big my dick would be. I felt more embarrassed at that point, but thought it was interesting that he was thinking about my dick. Monica says she still has the photo. I still have one of Jay.
------------ Jay has sleepovers
I had slept over at Jay's house several times before. Normally, we slept in the same bed unless one of us fell asleep watching television on the sofa in his room. Jay would initiate sex by humping his pillow and then humping me while making funny noises. I could feel his hard on rubbing against my backside through my sweatpants and then I turned over on my back. Our dicks started rubbing together, hard and still encased in sweatpants. He got silent after a bit and might have just continued this way if I hadn't rolled my sweatpants down, freeing my dick and giving him better access to my crotch.
I coaxed his sweatpants down and we rubbed our cocks together. I could feel that he was circumcised and his hard on twisted at a funny angle. I had to hold them to rub our dicks together, Jay still on top with his arms supporting himself on either side of my shoulders,froze. After I came, which didn't take very long, I pushed his cock down between my thighs. We didn't achieve actual penetration, but lubricated with my sperm, he soon came in my crotch. Truth be told, a few of his thrusts against my balls were actually kind of painful.
Other times I slept over we progressed more quickly to mutual masturbation lying side-by-side, always in the dark, but he always started things off with the humping and the comical noises.
The next summer, Jay invited Ty over. This was, actually, a big change. For whatever reason, these guys didn't ever really hang out. I'm not sure exactly why they weren't better friends, being next-door neighbors and all. Both would adopt an exclusively gay lifestyle later in life, but where Jay was very effeminate, Ty was very much not. Life could have been much more fun if they had played nicely together. I guess it was because they didn't really have many common interests, had very different lives, and, other than being my friend, just didn't connect.
It wasn't the first time I had stayed at Jay's ranch, but it was the first time when his parents weren't at home. Monica was supposed to be in charge but had mostly been out of town fucking my brother's brains out at university. Tim had started a business and didn't come home often, so Monica went to him. Monica breezed through town a few times and Ty's mom checked in on us every few days to make sure we weren't getting too drunk or into any trouble (Jay definitely did get too drunk one afternoon).
We had spent a few days alternating between Jay's swimming pool and his television watching porn beamed down from space. Both Jay and Ty were working on nice golden tans, while I was turned a burnished red-kinda-OW after my sunscreen wore off in the pool one afternoon. Ty was lounging on a raft when Jay said "sauna?".
Ty leaned up and asked "What's that?"
I just sputtered, shook my head and then shrugged.
"Let's go downstairs" Jay said leading me and Ty toward the basement sauna room.
I had sauna'd at Jay's several times before. I wasn't really a huge fan of saunas. But it got us out of the sun and definitely took an interesting twist when first Jay, then Ty, followed by me, took our swim suits off.
Even though Jay's hair (even his eyelashes) were blond, his pubes were very dark in contrast. Ty's were a darker shade of blond too while mine were as pale blond as my hair. He had tan lines all around. Dark brown face and hands, brown arms and legs, and the pale-brown stomach and thighs. It told the story of a guy who rode horses all summer long and wore speedos in the swimming pool. When Jay took his speedos off, I swear it was like I heard music. It was the first time I would actually see his cock it bright light.
Milk white ass and when he finally turned around, he apologized because he had a boner. His crotch was almost pure white in contrast to his speedo-tan, and his circumcised dick twisted out to the right at an odd angle. Ty leaned down and licked Jay's dick. I laughed because Jay didn't know what to do, he looked kinda lost, eye-popping might be the correct term. In contrast to his tan, his cock practically glowed in the light.
That was the first time I ever watched two guys making love. It was the best of times. Ty and I had been sucking and fucking for a few years by that time so Ty had worked out his toothy blowjob issues. Jay and I had only ever dry-humped and beat each other off. Ty sucked Jay down to his balls over and over again and Jay pushed him off his dick at the last moment and spuged all over Ty's face. Ty wasn't really expecting cum in his eye, but managed it with aplomb. I laughed and motioned Ty over to my bench in the sauna, offering him a towel.
I spooned Ty, humping his crotch from behind while jerking him off. Jay watched us intently growing hard again seated on the other bench. The three of us started a regular thing that day, and it usually took place during sleepovers at my house or at Jays (Ty shared a bedroom with two brothers, so we never sep over at his house). There was a lot of sucking and fucking that year. It was great.
This continued until I moved to France for a year as an exchange student the following summer, and Jay and his family had moved away while I was gone. It would be several years before I would see Jay again, but we do keep in touch. My wife and I have even met up with Jay and his husband for dinner a few times during our travels.
I wound up with five-alarm sunburn that week. Ty's mom wanted me to go to the emergency room, but I talked her out of it. My parents--as awesome as they were--would have just said something like "rub some dirt on it mate, it'll be better soon".
---------------------------- Driving with Monica
She was very blond, smelled fantastic, and had really dark pubes (just like her brother).
Jay's sister taught me to drive, but, more importantly, she taught me how great pussy was. My family was busy with travel, work and either attending or teaching university, so I was in need of a good driving instructor. Sure, there was a driving class at school, but you had to use their car equipped with dummy brakes and try to schedule time amongst hundreds of other student-drivers.
It was shortly before my 16th birthday. I had been saving for a car the previous summer and only had a bit of difficulty finding the right car. I had driven on country back-roads for a few years but had no experience driving in cities. I wound up buying an old Volvo wagon. Yeah, it was a brick. It was cheap, what can I say.
Monica was a goddess. She was patient and caring and had been used to driving a manual transmission for a few years, so she turned out to be the perfect teacher for a 15 going on 16 year-old.
It should have started a few years earlier, when we barged in on her--in flagrant, with my oldest brother--but it didn't. It also didn't start when she snagged my first ever nudie photo, showed my brother, and kept a copy for herself. But, it sure would have been nice if it had.
We were driving on a back road where kids had parties every Friday night after football games, we were on our way home from a trip through some of the larger towns and the few interstates nearby (just so I could get more experience driving in traffic). She made it simple, she leaned over, opened my shorts, and wolfed down my cock. I nearly drove off of the road in surprise despite the long, straight roadway and I quickly pulled over. It was a gravel road with very little traffic--and most of that was limited to farm machinery during the day. She and Tim had stopped dating while he was away at his second year at university.
The back of that Volvo with the seats down--while not exactly comfortable--came in extremely handy. She put a condom on my dick and after some clumsy flailing about, it seemed to work out better with me on top (she kept banging her head on the brick's ceiling when she was on top). It didn't take me long before I came.
She was patient with me and showed me where her clitoris was when I went down on her. I didn't really enjoy it too much that first time because the condom had left a strong oder and taste on her pussy. I didn't discover flavored condoms until I moved to Paris. After that, I would go down on her before we fucked so she didn't taste like a mouthful of condom. It was much better that way.
Monica had/has great tits and loved having me suck her nipples. When we could have sex in her room, she would often be on top, and I could lean up and suck her nipples while she rode me or I would gently rub her clit with a finger while she slid up and down.
She played some sports and did a lot of horseback riding, so she was in really great shape and I loved how her legs would clamp onto me while we fucked. My biggest regret was the fight she had with Jay after he figured out what we had been up to--for several weeks at that point.
Jay was the jealous type and was really, really, angry. He said a couple of nasty things to both of us, to which she replied, "You're only pissed off because I stole your boyfriend." I'm afraid she was right. I think back and now wish I hadn't been such an opportunist asshole. Hindsight.
I passed my driving test, was down to my last few weeks in America, and soon to be setting off on my first trip to France. Monica and her brother each gave me separate sendoffs. It was great, but I would really miss them, and still do on reflection. We lost touch for several years after I went away, but as our parents had remained friends, we all got together again several years later, though sadly, it would never be the same again.