[Non-Fiction] The Bisexual

[matt1995]

This is the story of the discovery of my sexuality, which is, if not obvious from the title, bisexual. This is not just one event, but a series and I will go through the most important in chronological order, on my way to discovering myself. The following is all completely true:

Chapter One: First Sight

I had never given too much thought to the size of my cock. I was 14 years old and, though certain I was something, not sure of my sexuality. I assumed the norm - straight - and had a few short term girlfriends with whom I had managed the occasional snog or grope. I had watched porn, but not really compared myself to the typically average looking guys within, and focused more on the women. I was at the start of the journey.

I was actually quite athletic - already muscular for a boy of that age with a defined six pack and reasonable pecs. I had been going to the gym religiously for about a year and the results were certainly showing. I also played a lot of sport: football, hockey, climbing, badminton, tennis. It is within the sport of rugby where this first story takes place.

It had been a good training session and our (the under 15s) first session with the seniors (the under 17s). I was a pretty good player, and the fittest on the team, if one of the least experienced. I could grab the ball and run with it, but at this stage advanced tactics were beyond me. It was late November and the pitch had quickly become a quagmire, and we were layered as we staggered into the changing rooms.

There were probably about twenty of us in there, half U-15s and the other half U-17s. I walked to the bench and sat down for a moment as one of my best friends, James, joined me.

'Good training sesh, yeah?' James said, holding out a clenched fist.
'Yeah it was' I replied 'bumping' it, 'and the seniors sure can go.'

I wiped the mud of my face and began to peel of my top. It was always a struggle but James assisted me pulling it over my head. I had quite a reputation as a 'meat-head' and glancing around at the guys pulling off their tops, I could see why. My muscle size was matched in the locker room only by some of the burliest 16 year olds. I yanked off my boots and pulled down my rugby shorts, and finally peeled off my darkened white socks. I was left there only in my tight blue boxer briefs, somewhat riding up my rather large, but firm, arse and leaving little to the imagination.

James too had stripped to his underwear, and was standing beside me, him wearing even tighter pink hipsters. We were about to walk into the shower, as was the custom at this age to shower in boxers so as to avoid being called 'gay', when something caught my eye. Across the other side of the changing room, which is quite small, white-tiled and square, stood the Captain of the U-17s.

The boy was called Josh and was very tall (about six foot two to my short 5 foot 8) and quite built. He wore black boxer briefs, which had been muddied in the session and were sodden to his body. Suddenly, to my complete shock, he stuck his thumb to either side of the underwear and yanked them downwards. I had, as I said, not seen a cock 'live' before, and so was shocked as Josh's came flopping out over his trunks. He stepped out of them and started, unabashedly, walking towards the shower room (which was adjacent and the opening to which was right next to James and me.

James had noticed too and our eyes met for a moment, then turned to notice that the rest of the U-17s were similarly disrobing, with a shameless disregard to modesty. Five, six, seven naked 16 years olds walked past us to the shower, whilst James and I paused, half-shocked half-impressed, in our boxers at the side. Clearly the U-17s had no hang-ups about being called 'gay'. I had known James for a long time and with a glance we made our decision. I pulled down my underwear, stepped out of them and flung them on the bench, triumphant in my decision. James did the same.

I looked around and saw that everyone, bar a couple of 14 years olds who had walked in their boxers and a 15 year old who was already in uniform and walking out of the room, was following the Captain's example. I didn't even feel James' eyes on my cock or notice the subsequent look of shock. James recovered quickly and we walked through to the shower room.

The guys were stood under shower heads in a big open communal shower. I saw the nearest unused head and started walking towards it. I couldn't help but look at the bums of the boys' I walked past. They were, and I don't know how I judged them really, pretty good. Muscular and rounded, with variations of body hair. Personally I was fairly hairless, and still am, and have never managed more than a light fuzz of hair on my arse.

I happened to get one next to Josh, the Captain, who was leaning head first to the wall and letting the water run down his back. His bum was incredibly hairy and what could be described as a 'bubble butt', and I kind of liked it. I stood under the water and let it relax me for a moment. I then turned and looked around. Everyone was chatting about the game and facing into the room, and Josh turned around next to me.

'Good work out there' he said in his deep voice. 'You are?'
'Matt,' I said. There was no need for his introduction.
Looking across the room I noticed James, on the opposite side, glance to my knob. I looked down and looked at it. It was then I began to notice.

James' cock was decidedly average; about three inches flaccid with a small amount of pubes. The coldness outside probably didn't help. All the other boys on the opposing wall were similar, though some were trimmed and some, with four years of growth, had huge bushes. None had more than four inches; some had as little as two in the cold. With a brush of my hair I looked down and quickly stole a look at Josh. He was bigger than James, but not really more than four, maybe four and a half. He had a huge amount of pubes spreading all over his legs and down his muscular thighs. He had a thick 'treasure trail' and even the starts of chest hair.

I looked back down at myself. I had never noticed before but my penis was about five inches flaccid and, measuring later that night, seven and a bit erect. At age 14, I was the most hung member of the changing room. Once more I was enjoying myself, and was very curious to see Josh again, and wondered what he was erect. The muscular teenage bodies on show was too much and, with grim excitement, I felt the early stages of an erection as my cock began to take on blood. I quickly finished showering and dried myself. This was just the beginning.

I hope you've enjoyed the first chapter. I know it was slow and rather tame, but it gets much more intense. Please comment below, let me know what you think.

Matt

[retart]

Love this story, hope you continue it.

[matt1995]

As I held my cock later that night and held a tape measure to it, I was excited. Base to end it measured seven point four inches and it was five and a half around. I knew deep down cock size was unimportant but that didn't stop me being proud. My lack of hirsuteness only improved the situation; as whilst Josh's cock may have the first couple of inches completely covered in black hair, mine was neat and triangular. I had trimmed a couple of times before, rather unnecessarily, but my entire shaft was on show. It was clear that I was a 'shower' rather than a 'grower'.
My parents were downstairs and my four brothers out of the house. I opened my newly bought laptop and loaded up the internet. For a moment I was about to type in the usual - big boobs, orgy, Nuts or lesbian scene - when I paused, looking down at my member, standing at the alert. I thought back to the shower earlier on, and Josh's bubble butt with water dribbling down the crack and snaking its way through the surprisingly soft looking hair. I thought of his muscular chest and defined abs. I thought of his thick cock. My erection got harder still.
Ten minutes later I shot my load. The rugby players on the screen in front of me glistened as water trickled down their naked bodies and their shaved cocks bounced around. Such was the energy of my wank that the cum shot high over my head and onto the wall behind. The second strand hit me in the face and the third across my toned torso. The fourth and fifth thick strands landed on my meaty thighs. I paused the video and lay back in my chair, wholly satisfied. That had been the best wank I had ever had. As my hormones became balanced I began to reflect; what had I just done. Had I just wanked over gay porn? If so, why had it been so good? I wasn't gay was I?
I watched quite a few videos of naked men over the next few weeks. I wouldn't watch sex, but sure enjoyed muscular men wrestling naked or showering together. I still wanked to naked women too; the copies of Nuts under my mattress were as well thumbed as ever; but I became an entirely more sexual person. I would check out bums and boobs as girls walked past. I would spend more time at the gym and glance as people stripped in the changing rooms. I really began to lavish showering after rugby and taking chances to see Josh again. I even started to become friends with him; but valued him mostly in the showers. I transpired he was a bit of a dick - but it didn't stop me thinking about him as I stroked my cock at night.
With all the views of naked athletes, it made me want to become stronger and more attractive. I would lift bigger weights and run further distances. At 14 and a half I was benching eighty kilos and running half marathons. If not for the closely kept secret of my burgeoning sexuality, I would have been completely happy.
One day after a particularly hard session in the gym I staggered upstairs to the changing rooms. I pulled off my T-shirt and tensed in the mirror. It was true that, since discovering my particular asset, I had become more of an exhibitionist. I pulled off my shorts and, with no qualms, my bright yellow trunks. I wrapped a small towel around me and made for the gym sauna. It was a unisex sauna, and was quite small, but I had made a custom of staying for a quarter hour or so after sessions because it made me feel fresh and my skin feel nicer. I opened the door of the sauna and looked in.
This is when I first met Tom. I say met, because I had seen him before around school and even the gym, but I'd never spoken to him before. He was in my year and about my height. As far as I knew he kept himself to himself and was pretty unassuming. He was sat alone in the sauna on a wooden bench, a small towel over his crotch. The towel was, at most, a hand towel and in no way sufficient to cover a body. He cupped himself with the towel but his surprisingly defined body was on show. I knew immediately I had seen a kindred spirit in exhibitionism. I sat down on the bench a couple of feet away from him. There was a pause.
'Hey' we said in unison turning towards each other.
'I'm Matt. You're in McKinley right…' (McKinley was the name of Tom's house at school. I was in Parkinson.)
'Yeah' he said, offering out a hand to shake, 'I'm Tom.'
I gripped his hand, and in the back of my mind it excited me to realise that had, a moment before, been holding his bulge.
'What were you doing today?' I asked, adjusting myself, so that my towel, still larger than his but not significantly, unveiled my thighs and just covered my bulge. I matched his exhibitionism.
'Chest.' He said plainly. 'You?' I couldn't help but notice the sweat glistening on his pecs. They weren't as big or defined as mine but after being in the sauna for enough time, his chest looked amazing.
'Same,' I said, and subconsciously I pushed my chest forward and tensed slightly. 'What's your bench?' I had no idea why I'd asked it. I neither cared nor wanted him to respond. I was just filling the silences with something other than gawping.
'Sixty five KGs. You look like you can do a fair bit…'
'Eighty.' I thought hard. 'Is it that hot in here?'
'Quite.' He adjusted himself and I got a glimpse of pubes. 'But we could add some water to the coals if you want. You got a bottle?'
'No!' I lied a bit too enthusiastically.
'I'll go and get mine' he said amicably and stood up, making for the door. His towel was, as I've said, tiny and as such he could only cover his cock and balls with it, leaving the rest of him exposed. Thus as he stood up his arse, which had previously only been in profile, came into view. It was, at least for me at the time, breathtaking. His bum was rounded to perfect like two footballs, and had a light fuzz of hair over it, though not nearly enough to misshape it. It was slightly red with sitting on the bench and very shiny with sweat. A trickle of sweat came down his back and went between his perky cheeks. As he walked towards the door his buttocks moved up and down and the muscles flexed; all too soon it was over and he left the sauna to get his water bottle.
Within moments I had a semi and I knew it wouldn't be possible to cover up if he came back in. As I thought of the least arousing things possible, my cock began to ebb, or at least stop the steady movement upwards to excitement. I breathed heavily and readied myself for his return - attempting to look suave, sexy and casual. We talked for half an hour in the sauna after that and quickly realised we had a lot in common. We both supported the same Football team (Hudderfield Town) and liked Family Guy. Our favourite subject was English and we both had been coming to the gym since we had just turned 14. This conversation for all its enthusiasm, to me seemed odd, for it had no reference to the situation. Our nudity was the elephant in the room, and I knew we were both thinking about it.
After that we showered and got dressed side by side. I didn't see his cock, but I made sure to let him glance mine and was sure I saw a look of admiration on his face. I was sure that was flirtation then. We exchanged phone numbers and chatted a bit longer. Soon after that we became gym buddies - we went, we worked out, we sat in the sauna and showered. I talked to him in school and met him around town. One day after a particularly tough 'legs' day, he invited me to his house for a sleepover. I said yes.

Matt

[The Sly Fox]

Good job so far, keep it up!

[matt1995]

This is my first story so if anyone has any advice please tell me.
Thanks,

Matt

[retart]

I love it, you're doing great!

[homealonedare]

Daimn! I like this a lot!
Please keep it coming!

[Demon Thief]

Very nice. I like it so far.

[matt1995]

I wasn't sure what to think as I knocked at the door to Tom's house. I think I kind of fancied him, or, more accurately, thought he was hot but I didn't know what exactly that meant. I certainly didn't want to fuck him; I wasn't really sure what 'gay sex' entailed. I hadn't particularly imagined any action to do to him, or him to me, for that evening. All I really knew is that I was horny.

Tom's mum answered. Aged forty five, she dressed some twenty years younger. Her make up on this night was excessive and try as she might she could not rid herself of the premature wrinkles that came with being a single mum on forty five hours a week. Her dress was tight and revealed her admittedly remarkable figure, and her extremely large breasts swelled over the tight strapless dress.
'Matt?' she asked, her rosy red lips moving almost unnaturally.
'Yeah...' '
'Please come in, Tom's upstairs. First door on the right. I'll be out with a 'friend'', she winked, 'tonight so have fun. Got a few cans of cider in the fridge.'

I walked in and removed my shoes, before moving quickly through the living room (in which was sat Tom's mum's friend, a young plastic-looking man of about thirty) and ran up the stairs.

*****

Six hours later Tom and I sat on beanbags in his room tapping Playstation controls as we fought on Tekken. It had thus far been an enjoyable evening with films, Family Guy and games, only added to by the social lubricant of four or five cans of cider apiece. Tom sat at my side; wide necked T-shirt hanging low below his collar bones and jeans showing the signs of a slice of pizza he had dropped on it a few hours previously.

He let loose an impressive combo from Kazuya Mishima and Kuma the Bear fell flat on the floor. I dropped the controller.
'What's the point!' I said, 'You've clearly spent half your life on this.'
Tom laughed and switched off the Playstation. 'Should we kick it in? It's one in the morning and we could put on some Family Guy and watch it in our sleeping bags.'
'Sure' I replied, pulling my sleeping bag out of the carry on I had brought.
'You got any pyjamas?'
'No, I was planning to go boxers...'
'Me too,' he said, and with ease pulled off his loose shirt.

I pulled off my shirt to and undid my belt. I kicked out of my jeans I lay them on the side, before pulling off my socks one by one. My boxers, unbeknownst to Tom, had been very carefully selected so to elicit the smallest of his bi-curious urges. They were very tight and bright red, and measured at most three inches from waist to bottom. I had tried them out in the mirror before coming and immodestly thought I looked pretty good.
'Bloody hell' exclaimed Tom. 'Stripper much?'
'Well sorry,' I joked, 'for putting an effort into looking good.'
'Sorry mate. I haven't really tried.' He removed his jeans to reveal boring plaid loose fitting boxers, hanging half way down to the knee and leaving no bulge in sight. I tutted sarcastically. 'Fine,' he laughed again, 'If these are boring...'

Tom walked over to his chest of draws and pulled open a draw. Without flinching, he yanked down his boxers and revealed his perfect bubble butt. I immediately felt my cock tingle. He reached into the draw, pulled out something and stepped into them. What the thing was was a fluorescent green speedo: with sides that barely covered the his delicious arse cheeks and a waistline which must have barely covered his pubes. He turned around and laughed, his package obvious in the tight green underwear.
'How's this?'

It was my turn to say 'Bloody hell!'
'I use it when I swim. I think it's pretty...' He paused and looked down. 'Jesus. 'You haven't got a semi, have you?'
I had, but it wasn't for him to know that. 'No. I swear.'
'Rubbish. You totally have a semi!'
I went for it, pushing down the front of my boxers and revealing my cock. He opened his mouth in shock. Truth be told the accusation had somewhat calmed my passions and my cock, though bigger than normal, appeared to be completely flaccid. I flicked it with my free hand and it swung from side to side.

There was a silence as he stared at my cock. 'That', he said, breaking the silence, 'is a big cock. I've seen porn actors with smaller...'
'You've seen it before,' I said, pulling the front of my boxers back up, 'at the gym.'
'I've glanced it... but bloody hell.' In his tiny speedo, his cock began to grow ever so slightly.
'You're getting a semi!' I was quick to see the change.
'No I'm not,' he said, turning around.
'No need to cover it. You are a massive exhibitionist after all.'
'I'm totally not mate', he said, cupping himself as he faced away from me.
'Please...' I said, 'Those towels you use at the gym could cover a baby and I went to the bathroom earlier. There are piles of bath towels up there. You just like the exposing yourself really...'

Tom turned around guiltily. He'd been caught and he knew it. 'Yeah...' he said, 'It's kind of true that I like... well...' He pushed the speedo off his arse and it fell down his slender toned legs and hit the ground lightly. His cock was half up and half down, at about forty five degrees to his legs. The first thing that struck me was it was shaved; very neatly so that it looked like he hadn't hit puberty. The speedos couldn't have unveiled his pubes if they'd tried. Actually the cock was far too big to be pre-pubescent; as a semi it neared five inches. Not as big as mine by any means; but definitely above average. My cock again began the drawbridge like raising. Without speaking I dropped my red boxers to the floor; it was unspoken that we should both be naked.

We both took a step forward so we were a few feet apart.
'What should we do now?' He asked.
'Erm...' It was clear this was new to both of us. It was like standing on a pier unsure whether or not to jump off.
'I'm not gay...' He said quickly.
'I'm not either...' I said, not wholly sure whether I was telling the truth.

Our cocks were already reaching full erectness. Mine was standing at its spectacular seven and a half inches. His was about six but thick and attractive in its lack of hair. Our eyes met and for a moment I thought we were going to kiss. In my periphery his hand moved down to his cock and began to stroke. I mirrored him and gripped my huge cock and began to masturbate ever so slowly.

We did not break eye contact once as we wanked and my cock became the hardest it had ever been. He took a step closer and I matched him; our cocks were within, perhaps, six inches. His eyes were blue. His hair was light blond. His brow was sweating and he had a look of nervous tenseness to him. I was masturbating faster and faster and knew I was soon to reach orgasm but he spoke.
'Not yet' he whispered and I slowed down. Our right hands moved gradually up and down our shafts. We breathed in unison, deeply but silently, and continued to stare into each other's eyes. A strand of blond fringe fell over his eye and clung there. Though only his right arm was moving, his entire body seemed to tense and untense with movement; his pectoral shifted, his abdominals retracted; his bicep stretched.

There was an utter silence in the room, and even the pumping of cocks seemed without noise. There was nothing but me and him. He nodded ever so slightly and began to speed up and I matched his speed. The silence was gone and suddenly it seemed to be dramatic - I could here his breathing, my breathing, the movement of muscles and retracting of foreskins. I was panting with him and almost there.

I came like I had never come before and a strand of cum shot from my cock and hit him in the chest. At the same time I felt a strand of his hit me and another and another - he jizzed on me again and again. In the chest and the stomach and the waist and the cock. I had never come so much or so far - there must have been ten loads I fired at Tom. Every load hit its mark. Our pumping began to slow down and our cocks began to lower ever so slowly. I released my cock and put my hand by my side. I had been relieved; but the moment was gone. I broke eye contact with him for the first time in minutes, or was it hours.

I stepped back, exhausted in every way one can be exhausted, and relaxed. In the back of my mind I felt I should clear up, wipe down, but I was too spent. Tom's cum trickled down my chest and mingled with my pubes. He would have no such problem. He was covered in the white substance and I could only imagine I looked the same. His ejaculation had been no less spectacular. I could have put my boxers on but felt no need. I lay on my sleeping bag, too warm, too intense, to get in it, and put my face flat on the pillow I had brought. I felt the cum wipe against the fabric of the bag but I didn't care. Tom too did not bother with his plaid boxers or his speedo, but moved over to the light switch and pressed it. I felt him move across the floor and lie down, perhaps a foot from me. His hand brushed mine. I closed my eyes. I had just had the most erotic experience of my life so far. I sighed contently fell asleep. I would consider things in the morning.

[matt1995]

I scrubbed my chest with the bar of soap. The suds slipped down over my body and onto the floor. On one side stood Josh, tall and hairy, and on the other was Tom, short and smooth. We were in the showers of a Dutch Rugby club, on the Holland Tour with school. It had been a few months since the moment between Tom and me. We hadn't really spoken of it since. I had woken up completely naked next to him, and had looked down to see his morning wood poking me in the side. I quickly made my way to his shower and got rid of all the dried cum on me. By the time I got back he was dressed and on the Playstation. That was everything. I had still talked to him a lot - still gone to the gym with him, still talked to him in school and I'd even convinced him to start Rugby at school. That was why he was here now, massaging his bruised shoulder following an intense match with a local team. There had been no repeated sessions or moments. We had not made that much eye contact.

I looked over my shoulder where the line of Dutch players were washing. Their Captain, a very tall bloke called Erik, was directly behind me. He was very lean and supple - his pale arse was defined and hairless. His thick blond hair fell to his shoulders. I walked out of the shower, grabbed my towel and began to dry myself. Josh came up to me and began to chat; I figured his being naked was just a way to psyche me out. His cock swung back and forth as he chatted animatedly. I was favourite to take on Captaincy when he was to leave in a few weeks time - he wanted to appeal powerful before he left.
'So I reckon we'll hit a strip joint later,' he said as if it was something he did every day, 'They don't give a shit over here...'
'Sure,'I said, putting on some orange boxer briefs, 'All of us?'
'Yeah. Actually I was thinking of asking Erik - he knows his way about here obviously...'

*****

We left the strip club at about two in the morning. I was very drunk, perhaps the most I had ever been, as I had fought to keep up with the larger Josh and Erik as they did shots at the bar. There were just six of us now, the others in the group having not come or left the strip club before the rest of us got chucked out. There was me, Josh, Erik, Tom, James and one of the strippers called Nina. Nina was seventeen, but her age didn't seem to stop her regularly stripping to a thong, or further, four or five nights a week. We had seen her spin around a pole covered in baby oil already, albeit in underwear, and something told me the night wasn't over. Erik seemed to know her quite well and had nipped into the back before we left and come out leading her by the hand.

It wasn't long before we were back at our grotty hotel on the outskirts. It was cheap and miserable but our coach, Mr Peters, had told us it cut a couple of hundred quid off the price if we were willing to put up with cigarette burned sheets and smashed windows. Peters didn't seem to give a shit and had told us to 'Do whatever the fuck you like' just so long as we could get on the coach at eight the next morning. We pushed open the door and staggered inside. Nina hadn't been drinking before we had left fifteen minutes before, but had managed to down half a litre of vodka from a bottle in her hand in that time and had the 'out-of-it' look in her eyes already.

'To our room!' shouted Josh in a voice that would be far too loud if this were not a motel full of smackheads and middle-aged married men being serviced by prostitutes. I had been put in a room with Josh, as the Captains of the respective teams, and it seemed that the party with the blond giant and the paralytic stripper would continue in our room.
'I think we'll head off' said James quietly. He wasn't much of a drinker. Behind him Tom nodded and, with a quick clumsy fist bump each, they headed to their room.

The four of us opened the unlocked door to our room and fell gracelessly onto the two single beds inside.
'Alright lads' said Erik drunkenly, whose English even when pissed seemed to match Josh's, 'What do you fancy doing?'
'I've got an idea... How about dares?' Josh hiccuped.
I nodded. Nina took another swig of vodka, and grunted in the affirmative.
'Right Nina,' Josh took the initiative, and clearly had his eye on her, 'Give us a private striptease. Go on love!'

Nina voiced no objection and put her nearly empty bottle on the bedside table. She wore a dirty hoody and jean shorts. Her feet were bare and blackened by the Amsterdam pavements. In a quick movement she threw her hoody at the wall, revealing just a incredibly sexy red bra underneath. Her boobs were huge, at least double-D, and her figure surprisingly good for someone who clearly had such a dependence on alcohol. Her waist was slim and it looked like she spent some of her wage on sunbeds. The tan seemed to be 'whole body'. She stood in the small gap between the beds and twirled around, her tits were almost mesmerising.

She winked at me and turned her back on me, before loosening her jean shorts and pushing them sexily down her arse. It was shapely and brown, and all on show because of the red thong she wore.
Erik cheered and, with surprising speed, unclipped her bra. She let it fall down to reveal her small erect nipples.
'I want you to take these off' she gestured at me. 'With your teeth!'
I was only just past fifteen I think at this point and so was shocked as this seventeen year old beauty beckoned me to her. I went down straight and bit the material with my teeth, before bringing my head down and down the long tanned leg. She stepped out of them and I stood up, the thong still dangling out her mouth. This was the first girl I had seen completely naked live (she had not removed her underwear at the strip club) and she looked amazing. Her clean and presumably waxed pubic area provoked my cock to begin to move.

'Now my turn I think...' she said, sitting her perfect arse on the bed I'd be sleeping on later. 'You three - get naked and compare the size of your dicks!'
I met eyes with Josh for a moment, but before we had considered whether we agreed to getting erect in front of the girl, Erik was pulling down his white briefs to reveal a shaved crotch and semi, glistening with pre-cum. Josh and I quickly followed suit. For a moment the three of us stood there pumping at our cocks while Nina sat there touching herself with one hand and covering her gigantic boobs with the other. We were soon erect and stood side-by-side, with the six foot two Josh and six foot six Erik standing high above five foot nine me. The other two sqatted slightly so our cocks were at the same height and we compared. Our cocks pressed against one another ever so slightly. I could feel the heat radiating from either cock as I stood in the middle. Josh was about six and a half inches. Erik was ever so slightly larger. I stood at just over seven and a half.

'Wow Matt - your cock is huge!' Nina giggled. 'And you are much younger than either of those two but your cock is much longer!' She gripped it and giggled again. I got harder still. 'And thicker!'
Josh grunted and sat down heavily on the bed. Erik meanwhile hadn't really registered and looked at Nina again.
'Yo Nin! I dare you to finger yourself!' Nina lay back on the bed.
'Wait!' said Josh, still angry. 'Matt's only fucking fifteen. Too young too see this!'
'Fuck off!' I yelled. 'You're just pissed cause I'm more hung than you!'

'Hung! You may have a big cock but you'd have no idea how to use it. I've fucked six girls! How many have you fucked? None! So fuck off! This is for men, not boys!'
He stood up and gripped me by the shoulders, pulling me to my feet. I was strong but Josh, who barely attended lessons, was by age seventeen built like a brick shit and hit huge pecs moved as he pushed me off the bed. 'You can come back in when we're fucking finished!' He flung open the door and kicked me hard in the arse and fell hard to the floor. 'Don't think of coming back until I'm finished or I'll beat the shit out of you!'

The door slammed shut. I was face down on a carpet that smelt of smoke, bleach and jizz and I pushed myself up. Here I was, naked with a semi in the corridor of an Amsterdam motel and blockaded out of my room. I was horny, and alone.

Matt

I'm sorry that this was the first actual T or D in the story, but I felt I had to give the background first. The second part will hopefully follow tomorrow. Please tell me what you think or anything to improve.

[matt1995]

Apologies to any of my readers but delays have come up and I am going on holiday for a week. As such I will not be able to complete another post until probably the first of November.
Sorry,

Matt

[kojiko]

That's not to far off, can't wait for your next post! Have fun on your holiday!

[matt1995]

I quickly sprinted down the corridor, my cock bouncing up and down, and skidded to a halt outside room number 12. Without pausing I hammered three times on the door, looking around the deserted hallway for any signs of the rest of the team or old people in dressing gowns. The door opened slowly. There stood, in purple boxer briefs with a tired expression on his face, Tom. He looked down at my cock, then back up at my face. 'Why the fuck are you naked?'
'No time...' I whispered, 'Can I come in?'
'Okay...' Tom said, the tiredness gone from his face, and he stepped out of the way and allowed the door to open fully. I quickly stepped in and the door was closed behind me.
'Quickly, into the bathroom,' Tom said, and ushered me through a door.

Initially I thought that Tom and James had been lucky to get the only ensuite, but as I looked around at the cracked mirrors, moulding bath tub and foul-smelling toilet, my envy died down significantly.
'Why can't we go into your room?' I asked, cupping myself.
'Cause James is asleep in there... And I do not want to wake him up, especially when it's with your increasing hard cock in his face!'
I looked down and saw, not having really noticed, I was already almost back to full hardness.
'So what the fuck happened?' Tom asked.
'Well we were doing dares, and after Nina stripped fully then she dared us - me, Erik and Josh - to compare cocks...'
'And of course yours was the biggest...' Tom had a half-sigh, half-laugh. I nodded. 'And,' he continued, 'Josh was pissed so he kicked you out.' I nodded again. 'You basically deserve it mate - with the size of your cock you're being downright selfish... I would lose an arm for a cock that size, and I bet it's not even fully grown yet.'
'Yours is,' I laughed, his cock was itself now fully up in his tight boxers, and a wet patch appeared at the end.
'Very funny.'
'I'm naked,' I said, 'and I feel a bit disadvantaged...'
'Fine!' He walked over and turned a rusty lock on the door, before pulling down his boxers and walking back, his dick standing to attention. 'You know yours would look even bigger if you got rid of all those pubes. I know you're not the most hirsute but it doesn't look like you've trimmed since... you know.'
It was the first reference to what had happened at his house he had made.
'I've been busy... I don't want to look unmanly or anything...'
'I'm shaved!' He gestured down at his just over six inch shaved cock. 'Do I look unmanly?'
He didn't. He looked absolutely amazing. For the first time ever, and maybe it was the alcohol thinking for me, I really wanted a cock in my mouth. 'Not at all.' My cock leaked precum. 'You look... great.'
'Then you should totally shave. In fact I'll help you.' He turned to the basin and showed me an razor blade and a canister of shaving cream.
'Now?' I asked.
'Why not?'
'I've had quite a bit to drink... I don't really want to cut myself down there. I have no intention of losing a ball.'
He mused for a second.
'I've got it,' Tom said. He fell to his knees. 'I'll do it... I didn't drink nearly as much as you, and I've got shaving experience.'
I didn't speak; I just nodded. With speed Tom grabbed the canister from the side and filled his hand full of blue gel. He went down on his knees, so his head was just in front of my cock. I gasped as he grabbed my shaft and started pumping up and down so that the gel became a white foam. He brought up his other hand and began massaging my balls and pubic region. He made sure to bring his hand all the way up my shaft and back down, so my pre-cum mixed with the foam and my cock got even harder. He took the electric shaver from the side and began.
I struggled to speak. 'What happened that night?' I had wondered for quite a while.
'The night when we…' Tom spoke as he turned the razor on and began getting rid of the hair on my balls. 'I don't really know… I just kind of happened.'
'What did it mean though?' I said, as my voice inflected at the end with a wave of pleasure as he once again rubbed my shaft.
'Well… If I'm honest I don't really know. I'd never thought about being gay before.' We spoke slowly and he moved onto the main triangle of pubes above my cock and got rid of the black hairs in the sink.
'Me neither…'
'But since then I've wondered… I've even tried wanking to some naked men…'
'Yeah…' I said nervously. 'I enjoyed it too.'
Tom's hand moved quickly and without noticing he had already got rid of most of my pubes. He began neatening up and getting rid of the last few outstanding hairs.
'But I still wank to straight porn too… I wonder if I might be bi…'
'I was thinking that as well… And I was wondering whether I should…' He paused for a moment…
'…experiment?' I asked him.
'Yeah…'
There was a silence broken only by the hum of the razor as he finished off and disposed of my final pubes in the sink. I looked down. My cock did look bigger - huge even - yet as bald as it had been five years before. I did like it after all.
James got to his feet, and his erection poked me. I looked him in the eye. Without thinking my right hand grabbed his cock. It radiated heat.
'Not tonight…' He said slowly. 'Not when we've been drinking so much. Soon though.' He said, and unlocked the door, ushering me out.
He opened the door and I walked out in the corridor. 'Josh will have calmed down by now…'
'Come on… you've got to give me some boxers.' I said incredulously.
He leaned forward out his door, as naked as I was, and as hard. 'Where would be the fun in that?' He kissed me fleetingly on the lips, and closed the door before I could recover.
It took me a moment to realise where I was, and my freshly shaved cock and I dashed back to my room and rammed the door open. First think I heard was a moaning and the up and down action of bed springs. I walked into the main room. First thing I saw was Erik lying naked and sleeping on the floor, his toned abs covered in what must have been cum. It was then I saw Josh. Josh was with Nina on my bed, and they were fucking. She was on all fours as he did her from behind aggressively, with her huge boobs swinging back and forth and the unmistakable slap of his balls on her bum.
'Matt!' He seemed to have forgotten he had sent me out the room about half an hour before.
'Hey' Nina said loudly. Josh was slamming into her hard and he was sweaty and muscular and attractive. He was an Adonis appreciating his prey. His prey didn't seem to mind too much.
'Tuck in Matt!' Josh shouted with a reckless disregard to anyone else in the hotel. 'In this team it is one for all and all for one.' I walked awkwardly forward. Nina beckoned me forward with a flirty finger and I stepped in front of her. She grabbed my cock and led me forward with it, while her face tensed and untensed as she was repeatedly entered. Without warning she took my cock in her mouth and began to suck. I lost everything other than the feeling, seized by shock and pleasure. There was no one around me other than Nina. I was in the amazing state of first being blown - the feeling so unique yet almost ticklish. I had a vague sense of a sweating Josh grunting a couple feet away but he may well have been a thousand miles as Nina's well practiced lips worked up and down my now even huger looking cock. In Tom's room I had been aroused, and all too soon I felt myself approaching climax.
'Fuck! I'm going to cum!' I yelled, not realising the disregard of passion until I entered it. Nina increased her pace and within moments I shot into her mouth. She did not falter as six or seven loads fired into the back of her mouth. I was in bliss. She swallowed every last drop until she finally released my cock, satisfied. Josh was still thrusting in and out of the Dutch stripper, and now her mouth was empty she was free again to moan. Josh looked at me with intensity and pulled out. He had not bothered with a condom and his hairy cock was moist with her juices.
'I hope you like it up the bum!' He yelled and before she spoke he thrust into her arse. Nina yelped and dived off the bed past me. She clearly did not 'like it up the bum'. She slapped Josh hard across the face and, grabbing her clothes from the side, left the room, muttering swear words under her breath. 'Bitch!' Josh shouted after her. 'And I heard that Dutch girls were proper filthy!'
I stood there not knowing what to do as my cock returned to flaccidity. Josh stayed kneeled on the bed. 'You twat!' He shouted, 'That was your fault. You came in her fucking mouth!' I said nothing. 'I was about to jizz as well. Now I won't thanks to you.' His manly body panted. 'Unless...' He spoke to himself. 'I'm leaving at the end of the year and they're going to name the next Captain. Apparently I get a lot of the final say.'
'Okay' I said, unsure what he was leading on to.
'Suck your Captain!'
'What?'
'Suck me off you bitch. Show me that I am in charge or else you'll never be Captain. And,' he grabbed his iPhone from the side, 'I'll put these up around school'. Such had been the bliss I had been in I had not noticed as Josh, who had presumably been filming himself fucking, had taken a few snaps of me with my cock in Nina's mouth.
I looked down at his rather average, but thick, cock. I looked at the rest of his practically superhuman physique. There was no way out, and maybe I wanted it. I moved forward and crawled onto the bed. Josh wasn't bi, I knew that, but he wanted dominance. His cock was very hairy and his balls covered in thick black hair. I moved my head closer to it and, before I could take the final plunge, Josh grabbed the back of my head and forced me down on him. I lips met his bellend and moved smoothly down his naturally lubricated dick. My blowjob of him was probably shorter than Nina's of me. His cock was incredibly hard and tasted like Nina had smelt. I didn't really have to do much as he moved my head up and down on his shaft like a posh wank. I opened my eyes to see his muscular abdominals tense and untense and smell Nina's juices mixed with the scent of a dominating athlete. Soon enough he began to pant harder and he thrust deep into my throat. I choked as he came and hit the back of my throat with several substantial loads. Cum filled my mouth and began dribbled out my lips.
'Swallow all of it bitch. Or you'll be out of the team faster than I can get it hard again…'
Josh pulled his pulsating cock from my mouth and slapped me with it, cum landing across my face. I brought my hand up and scraped the jizz from my face into my mouth and swallowed. 'Good job! Now who's the big man!'

Thanks for reading, as always, feedback is much appreciated.

Matt

[matt1995]

I'm very busy with university applications at the moment and so they'll be shorter chapters for a while. This one takes place when I'm about fifteen and a half on a Duke of Edinburgh expedition. If you don't know what that is, it's a bit like scouting in which you walk for a few days whilst carrying all your equipment.

I hammered the last peg into the ground. We had walked about twenty miles in the wet and were exhausted. There were seven of us in the group; four boys and three girls, and it was the last night of our Silver D of E expedition. We quickly had a bland and unpleasant tea and clambered into the tent, zipping it up behind us. In the corner opposite to me sat this guy called Sam - he was a quite weird and I had only met him two days before. He was relatively tall and extremely skinny, with practically white skin and shoulder length black hair. He wore a pentangle around his neck. On my left sat this guy called Harris. He was again relatively tall but quite muscular, with blond curly hair and a rather attractive face. He was loud and quite popular - but for the last few days had been a pain in the arse. Finally on my right sat Alex, a small and quiet boy who had kept himself to himself most the time. Harris and Sam were sixteen whereas Alex and I were a year younger. I wouldn't have chosen really to go with any of them, but I had been randomly assigned to this expedition and this lottery had not, in my opinion, treated me very well. The girls were sat in their tent, and we could just about hear them chattering away.

'So...' Sam said, as he rocked back and forth with his child like knees in his arms. 'What should we do?'
'I might go to bed..' said Alex.
'It's only eight o'clock!' I said incredulously, for I had expected a bit more fun. 'Why don't we do something?'
'Like what?' Alex asked quietly.
'How about,' I tried to sound casual, 'Truth or Dare?'
'I'm game,' Harris said confidently. His top was already off and his muscular chest was revealed. He had a slight tan and nice hairless pecs. He'd be great if he wasn't a prick. Sam nodded and Alex said nothing, but would probably go along with it just so he didn't have to go against the trend.

'I'll go first,' Harris said, 'Give me a dare! I'll do anything.'
'Anything?' Harris nodded. 'Fine.' I laughed, 'Get your knob out.'
'That's pretty gay...' Harris said.
'You did say anything,' Sam said, looking at him.
'Fine,' Harris said, 'Probably bigger than yours anyway.'
He stood up, or as much as one can in a tent, and put a thumb down each side of his blue boxer briefs, and hiked them down. His cock flopped out, and it was irritatingly big. I've always liked the idea of karmic cock size - but it rarely seems to work. Although flacid, I could tell it was pretty sizable, and the fact his pubic hair was trimmed to almost nothing probably helped. It was pretty thick and even slightly brown - I imagined him on a nude beach.
'Told you!' he said, returning his boxer briefs to their previous position. 'That is eight inches of meaty goodness... My girlfriend Katie would attest to that.'

'Not that big,' Sam said seriously. 'I've seen much bigger. Hell, I have much bigger...'
'Bullshit!' Harris said. I had to agree with him. Although perhaps some girls would like his style, for me his greasy foot long hair and skeletal physique neither screamed attractive or big cock. His bulge in his skinny jeans did not seem considerable.
'Mine is much bigger than yours,' Sam said.
I didn't really feel I needed to see Sam's cock. Harris had a definite sexiness about him; Sam seemed more like your heroin addict goth.
Sam stood up and with difficulty pulled down his black skinny jeans. So tight were they that they would only come off inside out. He had some tight black boxers on. His legs were about as thick as my arms. I noticed the slight stubble on his legs - the fact that he shaved his legs made him seem even weirder. I felt blood rush to my cock as it became semi-hard. It was mostly Harris' fit body next to me that did that. Sam gripped the bottom of his boxer shorts and pulled. The front came down and I braced myself for the second cock of the evening to come flopping out.

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Sam's cock was decidedly small - even between his stick thin legs - and flaccid was three inches at most. Harris snorted with derision. It was completely shaved.
'Jesus Christ!' He shouted, 'I was more hung than that in Primary School!'
'That is pretty small mate...' I laughed too.
'No... No!' Sam sounded desparate. It's a grower not a shower! When its hard its well massive.'
'Honestly, I doubt it.' I was pleased to see Sam's cock size. By this point (age fifteen and a half) I was actually past eight inches long and six and a half in girth. Once more with my increasing passion for shaving, or 'manscaping', it looked even bigger. Unfortunately for Sam it didn't have the same effect - much rather it looked prepubescent. I looked forward to the inevitable dare where I would expose Matt Junior. I was more a shower myself and flaccid reached about five inches, maybe more so in my current state of arousal.

'It fucking is I tell you!' Sam pulled up his skinny jeans and pulled himself into his sleeping bag, turning his back on us as he muttered under his breath 'You'll see...' I saw him put some large headphones on, and within moments the sheer noise of some obscure grunge music hit us. Sam was in his little world of agression and loneliness.
Harris and I turned our attention to Alex, who looked deeply out of his depth as he glanced around uncomfortably, clearly not used to games of 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours.
'I'll take a truth!' Alex said with a nervous energy.
'Boring!' Harris yelled.
'He's allowed... It is called Truth or Dare...'

'Fine... what should we ask him?' Harris sounded disappointed.
'I've got one,' I said. 'How often do you masturbate?'
Alex squirmed uncomfortably. He had bags under his eyes from sleep deprivation and sweat made his forehead shine. 'Erm...' He said.
'Nothing to be ashamed of,' I said, trying to be helpful. 'We're teenage boys. We all do it. Even baby cock over there.' I gestured at Sam. 'I wank everyday.'
Harris joined in. 'Me too. At least. Even,' He looked rather smug, 'If I've already had sex.'
'Well... I... I don't really.'
'You don't really wank? What?' I asked incredulously. 'Like once a week? I hope it's not less.'
'I never really... have much... it's like my parents?'
'What the fuck?' Harris said.
'I mean they're Catholic. So am I... So it's kind of against... it all.'
'So you've never ever wanked? And you're fifteen?' I was shocked.
'Erm... no,' Alex was bright red.
'Bloody hell...' I said. Harris looked similarly surprised. I felt quite sorry for Alex. Harris was a prick. Sam was weird. Alex seemed alright really - quite nice in a shy sort of way. I wanted to diffuse the tension.

'I'll take a dare!' I said boldly.
Harris turned to me. 'Fine! Strip... completely.'
For a moment I did a bit of acting. I hesitated as if I was in someway ashamed or embarrassed, rather than an already accomplished exhibitionist. I was wearing a thick coat, T-shirt, trackies, socks and tight green trunks. First I pulled off my coat in a single movement, before getting to my feet and crouching in the middle.
I gripped the bottom of my shirt and pulled up, reversing it as it came over my head. I had been working out consistently and it was really starting to show in my pecs and a developed six pack. My back was the desired V-shape and despite being only five feet nine inches tall, I weighed almost thirteen stone. The trackies had 90s style buttons down the side and they came off like those of strippers. I was only in my lime green boxers, and was about to pull those off too when I heard a faint whistling sound.

'Jesus Matt... I had no idea you looked like that...' The tent door was open and there crouched was a girl. Her name was Jessica and she was in fact in my year at school. She was short and thin, with beautiful blonde hair which would usually be curled or straighten around her smiling face, but was now in a ponytail. Her face was pretty and she had quite large and very perky breasts, a D cup. I had never reallly spoken to her before, but had the impression she was very nice. Her green fleece did not flatter her excellent figure, but I had seen her in skins the previous day and thought she was very attractive. I blushed and turned around, cupping myself. Girls I was not particularly used to stripping in front of, and Jessica had caught me off guard.
Harris burst into laughter at my embarrassment and Jessica crawled forward into the tent. 'Don't be embarrassed Matt - you look incredible. School uniform clearly does not do you justice.' I turned to face her and was greeted with a cute little wink. I relaxed. My semi had disappeared in the moment, and for that I was glad.

'Are you lot doing dares?' Jessica asked the group.
'We had just started...' I said.
'And Matt was just stripping!' Harris said.
I interjected. 'To my underwear. Do you want to join in?'
Jessica paused for a moment and was about to answer when Sam whipped round. He shouted angrily 'I told you it wasn't small'. His erection bounced around with him and indeed wasn't small. The three inch flaccid cock had become a spectacular size, perhaps nine or more inches long. It was thick and veins stood out on it. Light stubble covered his pubic area and balls, but suddenly Sam seemed incredibly sexy. Whereas my muscular quads and general leg thickness somewhat detracted from my cock size, Sam's ascetic person only amplified it's sheer grandeur. It was then Sam noticed Jessica.

As usual, comments are appreciated and criticism is incredibly helpful. Please message me if you want any more details on events or characters. I have quite a few images from around this time.

Matt