Becoming Bisexual (MMF)

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From the moment I moved in, I found my neighbors attractive. He was an athletic guy, dark and likely of Italian descent who worked as a real estate broker and she was a petite, blonde stay at home mom. Their names were Tommy and Theresa, and they were both absolute knockouts.

At first all I did was wave when I saw them. I would be going to work, and Tommy would toss a head nod my way, or Theresa would be out with their kids waiting at the bus stop. I'd be driving past in my Audi S4 or my Subaru WRX, and simply raise my hand in a friendly gesture.

Most of the time, they would wave back. Sometimes she would be zipping one of her kid's jackets, or he would be too focused on what he got in the mail to acknowledge me, but by and large, they were friendly. Good, normal neighbors.

I always thought passive acknowledgement would be the extent of the relationship. After all, why would a hard working guy with a trophy wife turned mother want anything to do with the single guy living next door? We didn't have anything in common. Not really. Not jobs, or kids. Hell, I didn't even have a wife.

To be honest, I didn't fit in with any of the neighbors anyway. I lived alone in a 5,000 square foot family style home that belonged to my parents. My father had real estate all over the great state of Texas and got a bargain on a bunch of properties just outside of Austin, so while I did work and pay rent, it was well below what my father could have made from it. After all, it was in one of the nicest neighborhoods this side of the Mason/Dixon line.

"Just give me 1200 a month, and pay for anything that breaks." I could hear my Dad saying as he chewed on a cigar and tilted back his cowboy hat so the smoke didn't get in his eyes. "Don't call me about a broken air conditioner or toilet, and I'll consider it a bargain."

So far, it had been just over a year, and the only thing that had gone haywire was the hot water heater. It had been kind of a pain in the ass to get fixed, but I was still coming out way ahead. I got to live like a king on 70K a year, and could put my money towards cars and women.

Truthfully, I think my Dad was hoping that by letting me live in the house, a wife and kids would follow.

Unfortunately it wouldn't work. I was only 27 and not ready. I'd always thought that my 20's were for having fun, and then when I hit 32 or so, I'd start thinking about having a family. Sure, I I wanted one eventually, and hoped it looked something like what the neighbors next door had, but that was in the future. No time soon.

Also, I hadn't had all the sexual experiences I wanted yet. Sure I'd had women, but I wanted to experience a range of things before committing myself to a life of vanilla sex.

What I really wanted was to explore my bisexual side. Or, at least part of me did, and the more I repressed it, the more I wanted to know what it felt like to be with a man. What it would feel like to be with up next to masculine energy. To feel his strength and sexual prowess. To know what it felt like to kiss a man with less sensitive skin, and sandpaper cheeks, or maybe clean shaven cheeks. I just wanted to experience some form of sex with the masculine sex, so I decided to do it. Fuck some guy and get it out of my system.

I'd tried hinting at a threesome with girlfriends over the years. I was attracted to women, (and had a track record of lots of women), but I never found the right girl that would be open to experimenting with me and another man.

There was a pattern there. I'd meet a nice girl, ask her if she ever thought about having sex with two men, and while she might say yes, she'd never want to act on it. "You'll think less of me." she'd say, or some variation of that. "I don't want you to see me with another guy and get jealous."

"Well, what if I was the one having sex with the guy?" I'd ask. Horror would wash over her face, and I'd have to act like I was joking, or merely being hyperbolic.

Inevitably, we'd break up. It was never because of the sex, but for some other reason. She'd say she needed to focus on her job, or she wanted to try again with an ex. I even had one girl call me out and said "I don't know what it is with you, I just don't think you're ready for a relationship," and I'd be left with my grief and unfulfilled desires.

Don't get me wrong, these women broke me when they left. It was just that I had this need to be with men too, so when they said "no" to me sexually, I guess I subconsciously felt as though the relationship was over, so it was self sabotaging. I'd push them out because I knew I would never be fulfilled since they could never accept the real me.

Of course this was all under the surface and largely unconscious. I thought for a long time that I could cut off that part of me. The part that was attracted to men, and ultimately, that's what I wanted to do. After all, with a father like mine, I could never come home with a man as a romantic partner and expect my Dad to accept it, but I needed to at least try having sex, even if it was only once.

I made a profile on Grindr. My hands shook as I put in my info and called myself "Hunk 27" for my age, and then created my profile. I used a picture of myself where you couldn't really see my face. I had on sunglasses and wasn't facing the camera, and the only defining feature was my hair, which was brown and the most basic, white guy haircut out there. I was posing in the driveway with my Subaru WRX with hints of the impressive looking house in the background "Mostly into women but interested in exploring" was what I typed into the bio line.

10 minutes (and several notifications later) I deleted it. What if somebody I knew saw that? No, my picture didn't really look like me, but I was worried about my boss, or people who would know me from work Of course the fact that they too would have been trolling Grindr too didn't really occur to me. I was still fairly young, and too worried about other people's perceptions, and of course my father's reaction scared the shit out of me back then. My father was probably the manliest man I'd ever met, and for him to think I was in any way not straight as an arrow was crippling.

That afternoon after I took down my Grindr profile, my neighbor approached me. "Hey there, Colt" he said. I never thought my name fit. My father was the one who named me, probably thinking of a rugged cowboy when he did. My father came from ranchers turned Texas real estate tycoons, and while I didn't really like it, I figured I was used to it.

"Hey there." I said. I thought about how masculine Tommy was. He certainly had a chiseled jawline, and stood straight and athletic. I quickly scanned his body, then caught myself. He had a wife and kids, and therefore was off limits. "What can I do you for?" I said, realizing that was something my father would say. God, I couldn't escape him.

It looked like he wanted to talk to me about something, but didn't have the words, so he simply said. "The wife and I are having some people over on Saturday, and were wondering if you wanted to come."

"Saturday?" I said. I didn't have anything going on, but wasn't sure I wanted to go hang out with a bunch of people I didn't know.

"It'll be fun." he said and smiled. I thought he held my gaze a bit too long, but maybe it was my imagination.

"Well, alright." I said, hoping I wasn't inventing sexual energy that wasn't there. After all, I was so horny most of the time it was highly probable I was projecting attraction where there was none. "Can I bring anything?" I asked.

"Nope. Just yourself." he said, and smiled revealing his perfectly symmetrical, even white smile.

To be honest, I forgot about the invitation. Why on earth would I want to sit around in the neighbor's back yard trying to find common ground with their friends (all paired up and married no less) while kids screeched in the background?

Tommy and Theresa were probably just being nice by inviting me anyway. I could almost picture the conversation. "But honey, we really should invite that guy next door. He'lll be able to tell we're having a party and feel left out." Theresa probably told Tommy over breakfast. "Go on, invite him. He won't come anyway, and then he can't say we weren't neighborly. If he says no to this one, we won't have to invite him again."

I was invited because of neighborhood politics. There was no attraction there between me and Tommy. He was just being friendly. Besides, being around Tommy and Theresa would probably just fuel my attraction to them both, and I'd be ten times more miserable when I inevitably made that attraction apparent. Tommy would probably pick up on something subtle, like eye contact or maybe a glance at his crotch, then talk incessantly about how hot all the women around us were. Then he'd go overboard talking about his latest masculine endeavor to make damn sure I got the memo.

It might even be worse if I made a fool of myself in front of Theresa. What if Tommy caught me eying her breasts? He'd probably say "Got me a looker!" or something like that, and then let me know in no uncertain terms that my interest was not wanted, and I'd never be invited over again.

Yep. Best to avoid all potential drama and stay away.

Then I ran into Theresa on my way home from the gym on Saturday afternoon.

"Hey there!" she said, waving me down.

"Oh, hey." I said, not particularly glad to see her. She was an attractive woman. Ripe, beautiful C cup breasts, and a nice firm, lean body. The sundress she was wearing hugged her luscious curves, but before I allowed my cock to stiffen, I told myself she was off limits.

"You're coming over tonight, right?" she said and smiled.

"Oh, well I..." I racked my brain for an excuse. Why couldn't she have texted like every other person on the planet? If she texted I could have come up with something to keep me at home, yet unable to attend, so instead of mumbling something about an accounting emergency, I found myself saying "I'll come over for a few minutes."

"Great!" she said. "You know, the kids are at grandma's, and the other two couples bailed, so it'll be just us three." she said and winked. Then, she paused and said "It will be so fun to get to know you," and I swear, she looked down at my crotch. Her eyes flitted down and I felt aroused and somewhat self conscious, unsure of what to do with such a bold move.

Of course all I could do was smile, ignoring her implication, and said I would come over at 7 o'clock.

When I got back inside my own house, I realized Theresa had been hitting on me. Definitely. No doubt about it. What woman looks down at a man's nether region so obviously?

Maybe she wanted an affair? Maybe her husband would be absent from the party as well, and it would turn out to be a party for two. Don't get me wrong, I would have been into it, but we were neighbors, and I liked where I lived. I didn't want to start getting threats from Tommy.

Then I had a thought. Maybe I had been wrong about her husband's attraction for me? What if he really had been flirting with me that day he saw me leaving for work?

My cock got so stiff at the implication, and I couldn't help but get super hard. I went to my room and thought about how Theresa might kiss me, and then Tommy would grab at my crotch, unbutton my fly, and fish out my hard member. I thought about how it would feel as he put his mouth around the head of my dick and put it in his mouth. I imagined the sound of him moaning as he stuck my balls in his mouth. I might feel some of his thick five o'clock shadow on my shaft as his wife bit my lip and I caressed her breasts.

I came quickly enough, and shortly after, floating back down to reality, I started questioning my sanity. Theresa probably hadn't meant to look down at my crotch at all. Maybe a bug flew past and she was focused on that, or she meant to look somewhere else and somehow her eyes ended up looking at my fly. I was losing my mind. Hornyness was clearly taking over my body. After all, it had been 6 months since I'd had a girlfriend, and lack of regular sex was really getting to me.

Realistically, nothing would happen. I'd spend the evening grasping at straws trying to relate to Tommy's job as he beat his chest and told me all about whatever wins he had as a real estate broker. Theresa would likely sit by punctuating his stories and clapping along with the narrative. Super fun evening, said nobody ever.

Another reason I wasn't dying to go over to their house was Tommy. He was exactly the type of son my Dad would have wanted. My Dad had a ton of property, and was sort of a small scale Texas land baron, so Tommy's job in real estate would have thrilled him. Tommy also had kids, which another thing my Dad wanted: an heir. Instead of a Tommy, he got me.

I stopped feeling sorry for myself, buttoned my pants and headed over to their house at 7:15, so as not to look too eager, or like I had expectations.

"Well hey!" Theresa said, wearing the same sundress she had been wearing two hours ago and gave me a hug, which was totally unexpected. I hugged her back, and was led into a nice, spacious living room far more tasteful than my own. It was probably because there were family photos on the walls, antique pieces really were heirlooms, and finds from other countries like India and China were actually brought back from real trips from real people who fell in love with them. They seemed authentic, whereas my decorations were tasteful but meaningless. Put together by some interior designer that didn't care about the space and only wanted a paycheck.

"You've got a beautiful home." I said, and then saw Tommy sitting at the bar in the kitchen wearing a polo shirt and jeans. He walked towards me, gave me a handshake, and a pat on the back.

"I sure hope you're hungry." Theresa said, though I couldn't smell anything cooking. "Tommy made steaks on the grill, and we have salads, bread, mashed potatoes and dessert."

"And wine." Tommy answered and smiled, handing me a glass of red.

I felt bad for not bringing anything. It sounded like they went all out, and here I was, not even planning to darken their door until a few hours ago.

We ate, and the steaks really were excellent. In fact, I felt bad they had wasted such choice cuts on me. I hadn't had such a good meal in a long time, and I was genuinely curious to know what kind of meat rub Tommy had used.

"All kinds of stuff." he said "I usually mix paprika, salt, sage, onion powder, garlic powder... and oh, a few other things."

"Sure is good isn't it?" his wife said, and winked. That seemed to be her signature, then I started talking about the nick nacks in the living room, asking where exactly they came from, which led to a discussion about travel. We had a lot in common, having been all over India and Asia, and I was feeling pretty stupid thinking that maybe they had wanted me for any other reason than to be neighborly.

Then, Theresa asked "Dessert, Colt?" and then said, "we have some riesling if you want it. It's really good stuff."

"It's from a little place in Napa Valley we visited several months ago. I think you'll like it." Tommy said.

Of course I had already had two glasses of wine with dinner, so I didn't really want to drink more, but thought "what the hell?" and went for it. Besides, a dinner like that deserved dessert, and when else was I going to be able to eat like this as a bachelor guy? Most of my meals consisted of grocery store sushi, cereal, chicken and protein shakes.

Theresa then produced three stemmed glasses and placed them on the table, filling them each three quarters of the way full, and then put a big plate of apple pie in front of me with vanilla ice cream on top. "The ice cream is from that all natural place that just cropped up." she said. I tried it, and it was delicious. The perfect southern desert.

When we were finished with the food, and sitting on the couch nursing the rest of the bottle of riesling. I saw Tommy look at Theresa with a knowing look, and she nodded. I had only been there maybe an hour and a half, so I thought it was a little premature for them to be kicking me out, but hey, if they wanted me to go, I could take a hint.

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Instead of making some vague comment about how the kids would be home soon, Tommy slid a little closer and put his hand on my arm. "We saw you might be open for some experimentation." he said, and his eyes shined from the alcohol.

At first I completely didn't get what he meant. Experimentation? Then it hit me. Oh my God. He saw me on Grindr.

Even so I tried to play it off and said, "What?" as though I had no idea what he was talking about.

"It's ok, Colt." he said. Then, more nervously, "that was you, right? On Grindr?" and it was his turn to be embarrassed. "I swear, I thought it was your house and car."

I could have denied it. I could have told him he was mistaken, but I supposed the wine was getting to my head, and instead I felt my cock stir in my pants, and said "I'm up for anything."

Tommy laughed, low and masculine, and said "That's right." sliding closer to me. He took control, and placed his index finger under my chin and brought my mouth up to his. He then leaned in, and placed his lips on mine. Slowly, and soon I was kissing him back.

Oh my god, I loved the feel of him. How his five o'clock shadow felt against my skin, and how his large body felt next to mine, which was well developed but slightly smaller. I reached up my hand and felt his pecks, which were strong and developed, along with his arms. He was in such good shape. I couldn't believe such a strong sexy guy could possibly desire me, and I wanted to explore every inch of his magnificent body.

I don't know how long we kissed. Time somehow simultaneously slowed down and sped up, but somehow Tommy got me out of my shirt as well as took off his own, and I felt Theresa's loving, tender hands on my fly, and realized just how much I was enjoying myself.

Thank God I had cum only a few hours before, or I would have blown my load by the mere touch of her hand, but it didn't take her long to open my pants, take them off, and wrap her beautiful lips around my cock to start suckling me.

"Ooh, how does that taste?" Tommy said, breaking the kiss and looking down to watch his wife bob her head up and down on my cock.

She stopped for a second and smiled up at him. "It's delicious. Why don't you come down and try it for yourself."

"I think I will." he said, naughty, and I couldn't believe how surreal it was.

Tommy kissed me again, then kissed down my body. First my pecs, and then to my stomach, and finally made it down to my cock, and Theresa pointed my raging hard on towards his mouth. He took his time looking at my cock, as if to savor the moment, and then groaned and wrapped his lips around the head. "Ooh, that's good," he said.

He then put his mouth back on my dick, and started expertly manipulating my cock with his mouth, sucking me all the way to the base. It felt amazing, especially after all the time I spent fantasizing about it, to have such a hot guy on my cock.

I couldn't think. All I knew was that when Theresa started sucking my balls, I knew I was going to lose it. "Ah Fuck!" I said, giving them a little warning, and then let loose all over their faces.

When I came back to earth, both Tommy and Theresa were lapping up sperm that seemed to be everywhere. They lovingly cleaned everything up from my abs and my cock before kissing each other passionately.

"You've still got cum all over your face." Theresa said to Tommy and laughed. She then stuck out her tongue to lap it up.

"Whew." I said, a bit embarrassed I had cum so quickly. Even so, I was also awed at myself that I had been able to cum so strongly after three or so glasses of wine and having rubbed one out earlier that day.

"Should we continue this in the bedroom?" Theresa suggested. "I want to feel that cock inside me." she said and moved to place a feather kiss on my dick.

I wasn't sure if I could move after such an intense orgasm, but how could I pass up such an offer? A few minutes later, I found myself following them down the hall to the master suite, and onto a gorgeous king sized bed, bigger than any bed I had ever seen in my life.

For a while, I just lay there and watched as Theresa and Tommy kissed, lightly fondling my dick, but as soon as he thrust into her doggie style, my cock started to respond again, and I started jerking myself off with a bit more intention.

Once Tommy realized I was back in action, so to speak, he gestured for me to come up beside him and we kissed as I watched him stick his large, 9 inch penis inside of Theresa. Of course I had watched tons of porn, but had never seen sex live, up close and personal like this (at least when it wasn't me), and was mesmerized by how good it looked as he fucked in and out of her tight, sexy body.

"You want to give it a try?" he asked, and then slapped his wife's toned butt.

I hesitated for a moment, thinking practically about potentially getting his wife pregnant, but Tommy reached for the bedside table and produced a condom, which I quickly put on, and then eased myself into her.

"Oh fuck!" I said. I couldn't help myself. It had been awhile since I'd been inside a girl, and it felt amazing. She was so tight too, even after getting fucked by such a monster dick as Tommy's, but then I realized that while Tommy's dick was longer than mine, I could have him beat a little in girth.

As though reading my mind, Theresa said "Fuck me with that fat dick." and started moaning like she really liked it.

I loved too that I was sticking my dick in the same girl Tommy fucked. It made it that much more sensual and sexy to think his dick had been where mine was now.

"Ooh, I love that dick!" Theresa said. "God damn. So good. So fucking Good." she said, and I loved to hear her cheer me on.

Tommy and I then kissed, and played with each others pecks and strong bodies, and I loved how he would grunt in approval ever so often as I fucked.

A few minutes later, he maneuvered so Theresa could take his dick in her mouth.

"Ooh, you know I love getting spit roasted," she said, and then took his cock in her mouth and sucked. I loved watching them together, and I loved the way she was so into him and his cock.

I could tell Theresa was getting close by the urgency in her movements, and she began to push back harder. She abandoned Tommy's dick, and started saying "harder, harder Colt!" turned on by the fact that two dicks had been inside of her, and the fact that she had two men at the same time. Soon she started convulsing around my cock, and I knew she had cum.

Theresa then flopped down on the bed and Tommy pulled the condom from my cock, and started crossing swords with me, so to speak, rubbing his hard member all over mine.

We then grabbed each other's dicks and started jacking, and when Theresa recovered, she knelt, cock level with the two of us, and stuck out her tongue.

Tommy grabbed his own cock, threw back his head, and came all over both my cock and Theresa's mouth. The sheer taboo and feel of his cum all over my cock caused a wave of extreme excitement, and a few seconds later, I gave up what was left in my balls and put it all on his dick and in Theresa's mouth too.

We all sort of collapsed, and Tommy kissed his wife and moved so he was able to lapp at Theresa's pussy. She in turn started sucking me, so I started sucking Tommy, completing the daisy chain.

I relished sucking a man's cock for the first time, but had to admit it was somewhat anticlimactic considering he was somewhat soft. I was happy to be tasting my own cum that had ended up on his cock with what was left on his own, and was glad that our sperm was intermingled. I just hoped I would have another chance to suck his dick, and maybe even know what it would feel like to have him cum all over my face and chest.

Right after, I lay there in a stupor and wondered if I was really gay.

No. I wasn't. I think I was a little more focused on Tommy since I hadn't had an experience with Tommy before, but had I had sex with Theresa alone, it would have been great. Honestly, I was turned on by them both.

We talked for a while after, and cuddled in the bed. The conversation was deeper this time. Less topical than what they had brought back from China on their last vacation.

I told them both about my father, who was hyper masculine, and expected me to be straight as an arrow, and how if he ever found out I wasn't, he would probably disown me. "I probably wouldn't be living where I'm at, that's for sure. "I've already disappointed him by flicking out of business school and becoming an accountant assistant without a degree. I'm not even a fucking CPA."

"And I can remember being just where you are." Tommy said. "Depressed because I wasn't really sure where I fit in, and unable to concentrate because I couldn't define myself. Now I realize, you don't have to put a label on who you are. For me, I like who I like, and I enjoy sex with all kinds of people. We've had lots of threesomes and group sex. It's a gift really. Enjoying other bodies. It doesn't have to define anything about you. Except that you like sex, and who doesn't like sex?"

"If you find the right partner, they'll understand." Theresa said, and Tommy gave her a squeeze as a way to thank her for her understanding of his sexuality.

When I finally did go back home, I felt validated. If a guy like Tommy who from the outside looked hyper masculine but was really bisexual, maybe I could be too. Maybe being drawn to men and women didn't mean I was fundamentally flawed, and would have to deny myself the pleasure of men for the rest of my days. Maybe it just meant I was human.

I decided to go back to school. I never was interested in business, but I decided to go to law school, which my father was thrilled about it. "A lawyer huh? We could certainly use another lawyer in the family." he said, and over the next few years, I graduated with top marks since it was something I wanted rather than my father. I'm not sure that the threesome allowed me to stand up to my father, but it did let me see that being who I am didn't have anything to do with where I came from, and I had to live my life for myself, not someone else.

Sexually, I felt much more free too. I let myself be who I wanted to be. I stopped trying to hide my attraction to men, and weirdly enough as soon as I stopped pretending I was totally straight, the right girl came along. Someone very open and free to sexual exploration.

Theresa, Tommy and I got together regularly for a while, and still do about once a year, but I know they only wanted sex-- nothing emotional. So I mostly keep my distance and let them have their marriage. Now, things are a lot like they started; just a wave or a head nod here and there. Only now when they wave back, we all have something to smile about.