Chapter 3: Openly Bisexual

Chapter 3: Openly Bisexual 

Jasper

How can my bed feel so small? I am under the impression I could fall off the mattress at the slightest move. An arm is wrapped around my waist and I can feel someone's breath on my neck. My brain is trying to catch up on the current situation. Memories begin to come back in waves.

Last night, the nightclub, too many drinks and that guy who kept humping me on the dance floor. My eyes slowly open, the sunlight doesn't help my migraine. Fúck, this is not my room and not my bed either. I tried to turn around and get a view of who was holding that firm grip on me. Brown messy hair, cute face and he is still asleep and everything comes flooding back to my memory about last night.

I was looking for some company and thought there was no better place than a nightclub for that. My best friend Logan was going with his boyfriend again, something about a nice romantic dinner and I didn't feel like spending another Friday night alone in our shared apartment, So I went to this rather shitty nightclub and when that guy began to flirt and hump all over me, then asked me to follow him to his place, I thought why not? After all, I am a big boy, and an adult. So I did follow him and I must admit, I had a pretty good time. Topping for once was rather nice. I am kind of a complex and unstable person and objectively aware of it.

I am openly bisexual, although it has been quite long since I dated a girl and when with men, I am what they call a switch. My small size and slender frame make me look rather like a little twink and most of the time, I play the bottom role with my partner. I like them tall and with nice muscles in all the right places. This sort of man rarely accepts being topped and I don't really mind. I like the feeling of a long and thick dícks up my ass or even two. Yes, I know I sounded like a debauched twenty-three year old young man but unfortunately, I can't deny that this is the truth. Like I said, I am fully aware of my rather unsteady character. It doesn't make me a bad person all the same.

Sexually speaking, I have tried a lot of things, sex with one girl, sex with one guy, sex with two girls, sex with two guys and sex with a girl and a guy. The latter was one of the greatest I have ever heard. I remember how I was sandwiched between the guy and his girlfriend. My dick deeply buried inside her pussy in the missionary position while I had her boyfriend's long and thin díck up my ass behind me. It was really hot, but it was also just another one-night stand. But a perfect one, just as I like them. Commitment has never been my kind of thing, and I have always made sure to keep my relationships short and futureless. I don't want to get involved in anything long term, except for my friendship with Logan. I have always lived by the rule of short term, be it education, well here, that is zero. Jobs or relationships.

Logan says it is because I haven't met the right person yet or fallen in love. He is right, I have never felt those little butterflies people often talk about in my stomach for anyone. I had never had the will to pursue anything with anyone because my heartbeat would speed up while being close to them. The only thing that gets affected when I am with someone is the tool I have between my legs. The guy next to me began stirring in the bed and groaning. I am now laying on my back with both my hands tucked beneath my head, my eyes contemplating the cracked ceiling of his bedroom. One of his legs slipped between mine and his right hand snaked up my chest, reaching my left nipple while his tongue started playing with the right one. I captured his right hand with my left one and roughly flipped us over so that I could lay over him, my left leg between his. I chuckled at the feeling of his morning erection against my hips.

“Didn't you have enough last night?” I whispered into his ear.

“Obviously not,” he mumbled, grinding his leaking díck against my hip and moaning at the same time.

“Last night was great.” I said, looking directly into his beautiful eyes.

“But you know, I am not..”

“Yes, I know. You told me and I am fine with the one-night thing.” He interrupted me.

“But, please, just one last time.” He begged as his head rose a little and he caught my lips while his hands wrapped around my shoulders.

Our tongue swirls for a moment and I slowly start to go down his body, finally yielding to the temptations of another round while he looks for another condom. Safe sex is my motto, it wasn't always the case but it happens that my very innocent best friend, or at least the one who used to be very innocent had been lecturing me for years about safe sex and it had become kind of a habit. So I may be a libertine but I always protect myself, or rather impose on my partner to wrap their dick into rubber. Once my little dick is protected, I made him rest on all fours, doggy style is by far my favorite position. Kneeling between his parted legs, I poured a nice amount of lube at the crack of his ass, then directly inserted two fingers to stretch his hole, looking for hjd prostate at the same time. I know how good it feels when this sweet spot gets teased and when it finds it, his moans only increase.

I was endowed with just a bit better than average material in the díck department, so the guy doesn't need too much preparation before I can penetrate him and he still felt tight when the ring of muscle of his ass swallowed me whole. Fúck, it feels so good, I can't deny the pleasure from his hole clenching and unclenching around my dick, but I am still missing the sensation inside my own cavern. Even if I can't really reach my prostate, I still use one of my fingers to tease my entrance for a moment while the other hand lays at the small of his back. He is actually doing most of the job, rocking back and forth to impale himself on me and I am just meeting his thrust to intensify the pounding.

“Oh my goodness, I am going to cum soon!’ he squeals 

I am close to climax as well, so I reached for his dick and stroked it, which propelled him over the edge. As his orgasm hits him, his ring of muscle clutches around my dick, and this is my undoing. Huge waves of pleasure wash over me, causing my body to shiver from bliss as I fill the condom with my seed. And we both collapsed on his bed, me over him.

‘'Fuck, this guy was the hell of a one-night stand in the end.’ 

******

By the time I get home, it is almost evening. Unsurprisingly, the apartment is empty. I checked Logan's room, it doesn't seem like he spent last night here but that was expected. My phone buzzed out of low battery overnight, so I plugged it in and waited for the old device to come back to life. Not really knowing what to do while it charged, I decided to go for a shower. Logan and I moved into this small apartment four years ago after we graduated high school. I shamelessly dropped off a few days before graduation. Suffering from hyperactivity, I was never an easy child. My parents tried their best to raise me and to provide me with some education, but it just didn't work out well. I was in constant conflict with them and I hated school. I just didn't fit there, I felt like the teachers always hated me and never understood me.

I could hardly concentrate during classes, but most of all, I was not interested. Mathematics was Chinese for me, and English was unbearable. The worst of it all, geography always talks about places I would never afford to go. I was spending my time disturbing the lessons which earned me a lot of punishments. My parents just let it go, they had long ago resigned from their parental responsibilities and just didn't know how to handle me anymore. My only interest when I was in high school was in having fun, ogling chicks and guys, partying and drinking although I was way underage.

I would have dropped off school much earlier if

it hadn't been my best friend Logan.