Swinging for the fences

This is a collection of my memories and life experiences as a bisexual male making his way through life. Talking to other bisexual people, we described it as a cycle, or like a pendulum on a clock. Not like so many assume where we just want both genders all the time, it is more like we want the one we are with. For me personally, after a relationship with a woman spits up, I want one with a man, and vice versa. Albeit, with a few exceptions. 

Raised on a farm near a small town in the Midwest by ultra conservative parents, I lived a sheltered life. It was church, school, chores, and keeping busy. Thankfully, my parents put in a pool when I was young, so swimming was the one sport I took part in, along with my brothers.

After graduation I couldn’t wait to get out on my own, my parents offered to pay for a technical school or 2-year college, but like my brothers before me I opted for the military, the Air Force, and got into a career field that had a long technical school.

 I’ll get back to that in a minute. Like I said, it was a very conservative upbringing. Add to it the fact I didn’t have any females in the family outside of my mother and aunts. Boys run strong in the family. I knew I was different; I liked boy things and girl things. Maybe my family giving me a girly nickname that was used often to tease me exacerbated the issue. I was too curious for my parents’ liking the first time I saw another guy shaving his body at a swim competition, but it became the thing I did when it came time for sectionals and regionals. But I really wanted to do it all the time. I loved the way clothes felt on my bare skin.

I was a scrawny kid going into high school, but by the time I graduated in the late 80s I filled out to 6ft tall, 48in shoulders, and a 30 waist. Maybe swimming 7000 yards a night from October to March for swim season had something to do with that. But shortly after graduation, I left my family, the farm, a girlfriend, and my small town behind. 

After 6 weeks in Texas, I headed for Mississippi for my technical training, something that would have me there for over 7 months. Classes were 8 hours per day, 5 days a week. We marched in formation from the dorm to class in the morning, then back. Now there were certain stages that you we all had to progress through when we arrived in Biloxi, each level with its own set of restrictions/liberties. In November, my class had just completed the hardest block in basic electronics, along with being there long enough to have the most liberties on and off base. So, it was time to celebrate, and it was a 3-day weekend.

Our class was mainly young people like me, but there were a few older (late 20s to early 30s) that were there to train into a new career field. These were the NCOs. We gathered at the Marina on base for our celebration. The weather was wonderful, still sunny, and warm, but short days none the less. And the Marina was one of the few places we could consume alcohol, which was supplied by two of the sergeants with funds pooled by the class.

As the shadows grew longer and people filtered away, I said my goodbyes, groaning about the weekend bus route taking me all the way to the other side of the base before getting back to the student dorms. One sergeant asked if I wanted a lift. It didn’t take long to say yes, 3 minutes to my dorm vs 45, most of which I would probably stand for. As I was waiting for him to be ready to go, the conversation continued until there were just the 2 of us left.

It was dark by this the time we made it to his truck, but we got in and headed out from the marina. He was taking the long way to the dorms, so rather than 3 minutes it was going to be about 10. Making our way around to the student area, he said, “one sergeant has been checking you out?” 

I was like “really?”

“Yeah man, she loves to give head. You up for a blowjob?” 

I responded with “umm, who isn’t?” 

“Okay, fine, we can go to my place, and I’ll get her for you.” 

I had to sneak into his place, because even though we were both students, NCOs weren’t allowed to fraternize with enlisted, even if they were both students outside of specific areas. Once in his room, he gave me a towel, showed me where the shower was and said shower, turn out the lights, then lay back on the bed and wait. “And whatever, you don’t touch her.” 

Laying there in the dark, the effects of the sun, alcohol, and physical activities of the days, I drifted off to sleep, only to be awoken when I felt a hand caress my thigh, then another rub on my cock. I noticed they were a bit callused and rough, but being naïve, I told myself that these were the hands of a woman that works. Then I felt a warm wetness envelope my penis as it grew fuller and stiffer. The wetness accompanied by a warmth, then a swirling motion. It felt so good that I could feel my eyes rolling back into my head.

At some point I felt the slightest bit of razor stubble on my groin but told myself that it wasn’t so. The rubbing and sucking felt great. However, I don’t know if it was the alcohol, physical tiredness, or nerves, but I just could not maintain an erection, I think part of it was the flashbacks to the abuse I suffered at the hands of one of those older cousins. Knowing I wasn’t supposed to, I reached down and the head that was buried in my crotch, taking a chance, whispering, “I’m sorry Steve, I’m just nervous”, and pulled him up on the bed with me. I swung my feet up from the floor and laid on the bed.

Laying there in the darkness he laid down next to me, and asked how I knew it was him, I responded “when the stubble on your cheek brushed my leg.” He asked if I was okay with it, I said I was, and that I was sorry about not keeping it up, I was just nervous. He assured me it was okay, as he wrapped an arm around me and pulled me closer. 

Now Steve was older by about 15 years, taller by 6 inches, shoulders were wider, and larger waist size. He had the most amazing red hair on his head, and as I found out, he had it on most of his body as well, add to it green eyes you could get lost in, and you had a man that looked amazing. From the moment I met him, I wanted to see what was under those fatigues and had often fantasized about him while rubbing one out in the shower. 

I asked him to give us some light. I wanted to see his face, so he reached and turned on a small bedside lamp. While I ran my fingers through the red curls on his chest, his skin was warm and soft. Being as young as I was, I had yet to grow any hair other than a bit of scraggly facial hair that I shaved as often as I shaved my legs. His body hair electrified my skin. I could feel the muscles that had been hiding under his uniform for so long. Slowly, my hand made its way to his cock. I didn’t grab it outright, just more or less rubbed and massaged it, enjoying the feeling of the smooth skin on my hand in combination with the coarseness of his pubic hair. 

Moving down his body so his manhood was right in my face, I studied it. He was uncut. I had seen uncircumscribed cocks from afar in sideways glances in locker rooms and communal showers, but never up close. “Where is the head? I’ve never seen an uncircumscribed one this close before.” I asked. 

Not being fully erect, he reached down and pulled the skin back, exposing it. 

I asked if it hurt to do that. 

Laughing, he said no.

“Can I suck it?” 

“If you want to.”

Taking his half erect cock in my hand, I stuck out my tongue and licked the shaft up and around the top, pulled it towards me, encasing my tongue in his foreskin as I teased the tip. His cock was becoming fuller, thicker. I started moaning and cooing as I continued to work my tongue up and down the length of it, licking and suckling on his balls, all the while squeezing and stroking it with my hand. It was getting even more engorged with every flick. He pulled me back up from his crotch to face him.

“Holy shit, you know how to suck a cock. I had to stop you. I was going to cum.” 

“That was the point of me sucking your cock.” 

“How did you learn to do that so well?” 

In that day and age, it was still a subject I never talked to anyone about. I said, “I know what I like, so I figured you would like it too.” 

“Well, you were right.” 

Hesitating a bit when he asked if I had ever been with another guy before, and he called my bluff.

“How many guys have you been with?” 

“I’ve given head a lot of times. I actually like doing it.” 

“Well, I didn’t want to cum in your mouth, so I had to stop you.” 

“I was hoping you would, been a while since I tasted anyone other than mine.” 

Rolling me onto my back and pinning me to the bed with his body he asked if I had ever kissed a guy, when I said no I hadn’t, but often wanted to, he leaned down and our lips met, parting ever so slightly our tongues became intertwined as they writhed around each other, it was the most passionate I had ever experienced. Rolling over again, I was on top, staring into his eyes. We kissed again just as deeply. The hair on his chest felt amazing against my bare, nubile skin. It was intoxicating, and I wanted more.

While I was sliding down his body again, he grabbed me, spun me around so I was face to face with his manhood, and he with mine, somewhat. I took him in my mouth again. His semi erect cock was easy to swallow, allowing my throat to massage it as I did. I rubbed the inside of his thighs and caressed his balls, and his rod grew larger and larger. Totally focused on milking his seed from him, I barely sensed him pushing me down further and further before feeling his cheeks on my thighs and hands wrapped around my legs, rubbing my ass, parting my cheeks. 

It was like lightning struck the instant his tongue touched my balloon knot; I know I gasped, then moaned and squealed with delight as he traced circles around it. I squeezed, stroked, and sucked harder. He started flicking his tongue back and forth across my forbidden garden. My head was swimming, or maybe it was me twisting and bobbing faster and faster, wanting his hot steamy cum in my throat. 

Parting my cheeks more, he probed further, then I could feel his cock get hotter and harder. It was fully erect now and I could barely get more than the head in my mouth. I knew my prize was about to be given. When he pulled it away, tugging on my arm, I turned again so I was lying next to him.

Gasping, I said “that was amazing. Why did you stop?” 

“Because I don’t want to cum just yet, but I’m happy you enjoyed it.” 

“What can I say? I enjoy giving head.” 

“I hope you didn’t mind me eating that cute ass of yours.” 

“That was a first. I’ve never had that done before.” 

Steve had a look of amazement as he replied, “really?” “Then let me get back to it.” 

Rolling me onto my stomach and pulling my hips up so I was on my knees, he grabbed the globes of my ass with his hands as he spread them apart. I could feel his breath on my bare skin when he lowered his face to me. Then again, it was like lightning hit me. It electrified my whole body when his tongue ran across the brown flesh of my tightly puckered asshole. This was a fresh experience. I had done this with a few girls before, but suddenly I was the one on their knees with a face buried in their ass, and I could not have been more delighted. 

The warm wet feeling as he licked it side to side, up and down, and in circles kept sending a waves of sparks through every inch of me. I could feel his tongue slowly inching inside of me as I relaxed more with each wave of energy. I sensed his grip on my flesh tighten as he dug his thumbs into my cheeks, exposing more and more of me to his eager oral assault. Slowly relaxing as he parted me further and further until the inner pink flesh of my sphincter revealed itself while he plunged his probe in and out, pushing in, wiggling, and probing before pulling out again.

Smacking my ass, he rolled me onto my back while placing my legs over his shoulders. And smothered my asshole with his mouth again. Releasing his grip on one of my cheeks as he withdrew his mouth from between my cheeks, he carefully inserted a wet finger into my inner sanctum, his mouth wrapped around my half erect cock. He stopped for a minute with his finger still inside me. Reaching for the nightstand, he pulled a small bottle of lube out. The cool feeling that accompanied it while he dribbled down the crease between my legs made me gasp, almost as much as I did when a second finger slipped inside. Taking my ever-stiffening cock back in his mouth, he worked it up and down, his tongue teasing and circling while I ran my hands across his head, moaning with delight.

Finger number 3 inched its way into, me fucking themselves in and out of my ever more relaxing bunghole, my cock grew stiffer and harder with each twist of the hand, every probing thrust, feeling them prodding around deeper and deeper inside in a way I had never experienced. My cock became more and more engorged with the sucking, licking, and teasing until I moaned, “of fuck, I’m gonna cum.” The fingers rammed deep inside me, wiggling and waggling. The mouth sucked harder while the tongue danced faster. BOOM. I exploded with a ferocity I had never known possible. My cock pumped, pulsed, and twitched while my asshole tried to eat the fingers that were inside me.

When he was done, Steve released my limp, spent penis from his lips, slowly withdrawing his fingers from inside of me. I was exhausted. Coming up from between my thighs to face me he placed one hand on each side of me as I pulled him down so his hairy chest was against my hairless barely 18yo body and kissed him deeply, trying to lick the last of my DNA from the insides of his mouth. 

I felt his rock-hard rod rubbing against my crotch that was wet with saliva and lube as he ground his hips against mine. Instinctively, I reached down and took his swollen manhood in my hand and said; I want you inside me. 

Before he could even finish asking if I was sure, I said, “please, I want you to fuck me.” 

I could feel the heat radiating from his engorged penis as I guided him towards my wanton hole. Feeling the heat radiating off his swollen cock as it neared my cheeks, I rolled my hips up a bit when the tip met my flesh. Inviting him inside, I pulled him closer, enjoying the feeling of the head that was slowly pressing its way across the threshold of my body sliding inside my most holy of places. 

My balloon knot became untied as it hungrily and eagerly engulfed the swollen head like a snake swallowing its prey, closing around it as he pressed further inside of me. My muscles slowly swallowed the length of his shaft until finally his hairy balls pressed firmly against the skin of my young hairless cheeks. 

Having this man between my thighs, looking me in the face, my fingers running through his hair felt so right, as opposed to being bent over in a hidden spot while my abuser used me for his wants. He started slowly, with long slow deep thrust, letting the pink ring of my now eager flesh explore every bump, vein, hair on the length of his shaft. My hips thrust upward in rhythm to his thrusts. I couldn’t get enough of him inside me. I wanted his cock, balls, hips, his whole body inside mine.

His thrusts were coming faster and shorter now, his cock growing more and more turgid every second my hungry asshole swallowed him in before he pulled back. I knew he was nearing his climax just before he said, “in or out, I’m gonna cum.” 

Wrapping my legs around him, spurring my heels into the muscles of his ass while I tightened my fingers, clamping his chest hair between them, I said, “don’t pull out now, fuck me, cum in me.” 

Feeling his cock throb, stretching me even wider with each pulse, I pulled his chest hair and dug my heels in deeper, thrusting my hips up and grinding against his loins while he shot rope after rope inside my insatiable asshole.

When he collapsed into my arms, pressing me further into the bed. I ran my hands and fingers over his sweaty glistening skin with his penis growing more and more limp until finally it slipped out of me. Feeling his semen sliding down between my cheeks, I finally motioned for him to roll over, and once he did, I wiped his seed from crack bringing my finger to my mouth so I could taste his nectar. Next, I slid down and took his flesh in my mouth again after saying “I have to taste you”. 

Laying down beside him at last, we laid there and just enjoyed the contact of each other’s skin for a few moments before I asked what time it was. Taking his watch from the nightstand, he said it’s 20:15. I uttered, “oh shit, I have to be in the dorm by 2100.” 

“Then I guess we better get your freshly fucked ass over there”

With no time to waste, we rolled out of bed; I grabbed the small, folded pile of clothes I made when I got undressed with him, grabbing some jeans from the floor. Deciding there was no sense hiding it I pulled the lace trimmed panties I often wore when I knew I could get away with it, stepping into them and pulling them up he reached over, smacked my ass, then grabbed it pulled me close and kissed me again. Pushing him away as I blushed, “c’mon, we can’t start that again.” 

“Okay. Okay, but your ass looks amazing in those.”  

Carefully making our way out of his room to his truck, we headed out for the student area. THe conversation was light, making no mention really of what had just transpired. Nearing the last turn he to where he would drop me off, he asked what my plans were for tomorrow. “After laundry and the gym in the morning, nothing really, maybe lunch at the cafe, go to the base exchange, or head to the mall just to walk around.”

“Good then, meet me at 1 at the cafe, and bring your books. It will make it look like we are studying.” 

I agreed just as we got to the place I had to get out.

Heading up to my room, I was thankful I didn’t have a roommate; him having graduated a couple of days earlier. I was so exhausted I slipped off my jeans and sweatshirt and put on a pair of shorts before crawling into without even showering.

That’s all for this chapter. If you like it, I will continue with more of my life's adventures as I swing from one partner to another.