[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