The League of Bi-Curious Gentlemen

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Jonathan had always considered himself straight if he thought about it — which he never did until the time he worked in a bookstore and found himself curiously leafing through a collection of gay erotica that had arrived with a shipment of miscellaneous books. Opening it at random, he started reading a story about a gay teenager’s infatuation with his drama teacher, as told by his best friend. The best friend was a girl, and also had a crush on both the boy and the teacher, and ended up witnessing the first time the two of them had sex. There was no other word for it. The story was hot. There was one particular passage that he kept re-reading, in which the student, having been sucked off at length by the teacher, whimpers “I want it” repeatedly, as he reaches for the teacher’s cock. It was mid-afternoon on a Saturday. Jonathan sat in the store’s back room, rapt, his cock getting uncomfortably hard as he read about the student finally sucking his teacher. He was startled out of his reverie by the sound of Elise, the girl he worked with, talking to a customer on the other side of the door. Without thinking, he stashed the book out of sight and returned to unpacking the boxes, praying that Elise would not come into the storeroom while his cock still tented his jeans. Mercifully, she didn’t. He finished his work and took over at the cash while she took a break. For the rest of the day, the thought of the book of erotica in its hiding spot lingered in his mind. As Elise locked the door at the end of the day, he said, “Why don’t you take off? I can close up.” “You sure?” “Yeah. You’ve got that thing, don’t you?” “Thanks!” she grabbed her purse. “I owe you one.” Jonathan did the cash as quickly as he could. When he went back to the storeroom and turned out the main lights, instead of grabbing his bag and jacket, he fished out the book and sat in the ancient desk chair. With trembling hands he opened the book to what he’d been reading and this time forced himself to read the story from the beginning, slowly, letting the sexual tension build. When the narrator, from her seat on the teacher’s couch, watched the teacher giving the student a massage, Jonathan pressed the heel of his hand against his hard cock through his jeans. When the narrator described the teacher unbuckle the student’s belt, Jonathan undid his. As the teacher slid the student’s hard, leaking cock from his pants, Jonathan unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and eased his own cock out. And as the story described the teacher sliding his tongue up and down the student’s shaft, Jonathan started to stroke himself. He was a little confused, and felt a vague guilt about how aroused the story was making him. He was not homophobic, but had never considered that he might harbor gay desires. He knew that part of his excitement was from the feeling of doing something taboo … he also knew, as he stroked himself along with the teacher’s expert sucking, that all that mattered in that moment was just how fucking good he was feeling. His cock was so hard, so hungry, he had to slow down a few times to prolong the sensation. Each time he isvecbahis stopped for a moment, the giddy pleasure ratcheted up again, until he started feeling light-headed. When the story described the student finally getting his lips on his teacher’s cock, the narrator said, “I knew he was gay. I also knew he’d never made out with another boy, much less sucked his cock, much less sucked the cock of this man he loved. And I envied him in that moment, the first time he tasted a hard, beautiful cock like that one.” It was too much, and Jonathan came in a sudden, messy burst, spraying his sleeve. He sat there for a long while, wondering what had just happened. He would feel remorse later, and the guilt returned, sharper, and he tried to put the prospect that he might be gay out of his head. Had he not been able to climax— or if Elise had not left—he probably would have snuck the book home. But in his post-orgasmic regret, he placed the book with the other books to be shelved. He put the thought of his first gay fantasy out of his mind as best he could, but on more than a few occasions over the next months he’d close the store alone and, plucking the book from its place in the small erotica section, steal into the back room to replay the scene over again. Eventually he read his way through the other stories, but none of them were quite as exciting and arousing as that first one. Then one day he went to find the book and it was gone. That was during his last year of high school. He went off to college the next year, and for the first time in his life found that his bookishness and intelligence were attractive to the girls he met rather than a hindrance. He had quite a lot of sex in that first year, enough that he rarely masturbated any more. In second year he stayed in residence as a don, and thus had a room to himself. Able to surf the web without a roommate peering over his shoulder, he naturally availed himself of online porn on those occasions when his girlfriend made herself unavailable for whatever reason. And as he found himself resorting more often to jerking off, he also found that his mind wandered back on occasion to that book of gay erotica. Tentatively, he started searching out sites with that kind of content; on his hornier nights, when he’d been up studying till 3am and his girlfriend was unavailable, he turned out the lights of his room and entered chatrooms, billing himself as “HotNerd” and that he was bicurious. By this time, his guilt at indulging in gay fantasies had vanished, in part because his first year had laid to rest (so to speak) the fact that he emphatically liked women. But as his online chats became more adventurous, and he found himself turning down requests for “r/t contact,” he started to wonder whether he did want to experiment in real life … and more and more, he found himself frustrated and regretful every time he turned people down for r/t. But it was a moot point, he told himself. He wasn’t about to cheat on his girlfriend. And so he indulged from time to time in gay fantasies when the mood took him, never thinking much about, as one of his suitors isveçbahis giriş put it, “a nice big real-time cock.” He and his girlfriend broke up in the summer after second year. She had decided she simply didn’t have time for a relationship, as she was an obsessive and competitive pre-med student. He affected sadness when she broke things off, but in reality he was relieved. Not because he could now experiment—that did not actually occur to him at first. He just had grown tired of her distance, and frankly, her obsessive grade-grubbing. Jonathan got A’s without really trying, a fact that irked her and led her to make snide comments about the uselessness of a philosophy major. Perhaps she was right, but he grew weary of hearing it from her. He got a one-bedroom apartment off-campus in third year. He started to seriously think about r/t on the occasions when he chatted online, but he was always too nervous. Fortunately for him, that was the year he had a class with Gavin and Peter. They were a pair of good friends who took the same Hegel seminar as Jonathan. Gavin was tall and slim, with ginger hair and an infectious grin. Peter was shorter and broader through the shoulders, with brown hair, and a goatee that came and went about once a month. He hit it off with them immediately: they were very smart, very funny, and soon he was spending a few nights a week with them, either drinking at the pub, studying at the pub, or studying with them at one of their places. They both shared houses with people, and so preferred hanging at Jonathan’s. One night, they were sipping beers and arguing over a point of Hegel’s dialectic when Gavin suddenly said, “Hey, can we ask you something?” “Sure,” he replied, surprised. Gavin and Peter shared a look. “Are you ‘HotNerd’?” Gavin asked. He was flabbergasted. “Um … what?” “Is that your chat handle?” Peter specified. Jonathan’s mind worked furiously as panic rose in his belly. Had he been hacked? How did they know this? How many people knew? He must have worn his concern on his face, because Gavin smacked his knee and laughed. “You are, aren’t you! I knew it!” “How … how did you …” “Don’t worry,” soothed Peter, shooting Gavin an angry look. “It was just a guess. We hang out in that chat room sometimes.” He grinned. “We log in as Neil69.” Jonathan felt his stomach flip. He’d chatted with Neil69 before. Several times. They had actually been really hot exchanges. He glared at them. “So … what? You just hang out there to mock the fags? Have a good laugh imagining them getting off?” They both look horrified. “No!” protested Gavin. “God, no!” Peter shook his head vehemently. “It’s, ah, something we sometimes do … when, you know, we feel like …” he trailed off, suddenly blushing. “When we feel like getting each other off,” Gavin finished, unembarrassed. “You guys are … together?” Jonathan asked. They shrugged and made noncommittal noises. “We’re more like …” Peter trailed off again. “Fuck buddies,” said Gavin firmly, and grinned. “There’s a reason we’re always in the bicurious room. It’s actually how we became friends.” “With benefits,” nodded Peter. isveçbahis yeni giriş “So how did you know …?” “That you’re HotNerd? Well for one thing, you’re a hot nerd,” said Gavin. “But we also picked up on a couple of clues. You once told a joke you’d said in class. That was when Peter started to suspect.” “Plus, we really just kind of hoped,” said Peter. “Because as my friend here observes, you really are a hot nerd.” He smiled. “And we wondered if you might be into some real-time stuff.” Jonathan’s heart quickened as he looked between his two friends, who both regarded him worriedly. “So, ah …” he swallowed hard. “How does this usually start?” They grinned. “That depends,” said Gavin. “What have you always wanted to try?” “Going down on a guy,” said Jonathan without hesitating. “Well, then …” Gavin stood and walked over to where Jonathan sat on his small couch. Standing in front of him, he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. “You can do the zipper, if you like,” he said, his voice suddenly thick. His hands trembling, Jonathan reached out and slid the zipper down, and peeled the folds of Gavin’s jeans back to reveal a pair of tight black boxer-briefs. He pulled down his jeans and underwear together. Gavin’s cock was uncut and impressively chubby. Jonathan took the limp organ between his finger and thumb, feeling it start to stir as he touched it. Gavin closed his eyes and moaned. Jonathan tentatively leaned his head forward and touched the tip of his tongue to Gavin’s cock, tasting it, then slowly licking up and down its flaccid length. Gavin moaned again, and his cock slowly started to swell. Fascinated, Jonathan took it in his mouth. He squirmed his tongue against its base as he felt it grow, seeming to unfurl under his attentions. Somewhere miles away he felt Peter sit down on the couch beside him, but all his attention was focused on the slowly growing tube of flesh in his mouth. Gavin started to rock his hips back and forth, gently, and Jonathan responded by sliding his cock in and out of his mouth to the rhythm he called. He felt Peter’s hand on his thigh, and then his lips and tongue at his neck. Peter’s hand found his cock, hard and straining against the fabric of his jeans, and he pressed the heel of his hand against it. Gavin’s hands fell to Jonathan’s head, twining themselves in his hair. “That’s nice,” he whispered, his eyes closed, his hips rocking back and forth more urgently. His cock was now hard, and when Jonathan gagged as it hit the back of his throat, Gavin eased his rhythm. “Sorry,” he said. Jonathan did not answer, but slid his mouth off his friend’s cock and stared at it for a long moment. It was long and slim and arced upward. The head was purplish and swollen, its length slick with Jonathan’s saliva. He gave it an experimental stroke, enjoying the weirdly familiar yet alien sensation of holding a cock that was not his own. A second hand joined his. Peter leaned forward and ran his tongue over Gavin’s cock and then sucked it for a few strokes before pulling off and looking sidelong at Jonathan. Jonathan took the invitation and leaned in in his turn, swallowing the cock as deeply as he could for a few strokes and handing it off to Peter. After a few exchanges—with Gavin moaning and trembling above them—Peter gestured to him to get on his knees and face him.

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