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My Sexuality
by Sassy Spank Meh (vicentevaltieri@gmail.com)

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A short recollection of my youth. Mostly based on 
reality, but a little bit of fantasy too! (mm-teens, 
1st-bi-expr, reluc, mast, oral)

***

How wonderful it is to be a child. Children are so 
innocent. They do not fully understand everything, so 
they don't formulate opinions about it. If you have not 
guessed what I'm talking about yet, I'm referring to a 
person's sexual orientation.

Growing up, I had my bisexual feelings since early 
middle school (maybe sixth or seventh grade). They were 
faint, yet definitely there. During my last year in 
middle school, I truly fell for one of my classmates. 
His name was Jeff, but via online video games, he had 
adopted the nickname "Sinny."

Midway through seventh grade, Jeff and I had a falling-
out of sorts. I just...I couldn't stand him at that 
point. Our falling out lasted until after we graduated 
from middle school, and I asked for a second chance a 
few weeks later. He took me back in as though I were 
the prodigal son!

It began to be close to Christmas time when I slept 
over Jeff's for the night. He didn't know about my 
nature at that point, but... you can't imagine how 
painful it is to watch someone you love sleeping two 
feet from you, and you have too much self-control to do 
anything to them. I went home the next morning, and we 
talked again on Christmas. That was when I told him I 
was bisexual.

He made no objection whatsoever. However, he still 
didn't know that he was the one I had my sights set 
upon. Two month's later, I stayed over his house again, 
and we celebrated his birthday along with President's 
Day. I left the next morning, and I knew right away: 
the next time I saw him, I had to tell him.

I didn't have to wait long. I was an altar server at 
our local parish, so I saw him on Sunday's mass. As he 
was leaving, I pulled him aside and asked him, "Jeff, 
you would keep my darkest secret, wouldn't you?" 

"Yeah," he whispered back, "of course!"  

I looked him right in the eye and said, "I am so madly 
in love with you, I can't even describe it." 

He stood there for a moment, and then said, "Ok." 

I told him to call if he wanted to talk about it, and 
he said that he would.

We've seen each other several times since then. He 
still hasn't given me a yes answer, but... he hasn't 
said no either!

So, with that said, I moved on into my high school 
years. He went to one school, and I went to another. 
And that was where my heart skipped yet another beat.

I came to high school with two other people from my 
middle school: one whom I hate, and one whom I had 
known for twelve years. This next section details 
George, the one I had known for twelve years.

George and I had practically spent our whole lives 
together. We were very close friends, and tried to hang 
out as often as possible. At times, we didn't talk; not 
because we disliked each other, but because...well, I 
guess the blame goes to me, actually. I had fallen for 
Sinny, and so I pursued that avenue, disregarding most 
other things.

George and I had a similar period during freshmen year, 
when we didn't hate each other, but we wouldn't go out 
of our way to talk to each other, either. At this 
point, it had become...a habit, let us say, for me to 
tell people who I would trust my life to that I was bi. 
George was among these few people.

I told him towards the end of freshmen year. Like all 
other people I had told, he didn't hate me for it. He 
respected me just as much as he did prior...maybe even 
more! And the reason I say that is because... well, 
George was the most inquisitive person in terms of 
talking to me about my orientation. I explained 
everything about Sinny, and he asked me about things 
like, "When did you know?" or "Who else knows?" 

Eventually. I sort of called him out on it. I wrote him 
a note saying that he was indeed the most inquisitive, 
and that made me question his own sexuality. However, 
we had a very, very deep trust, so if he told me he was 
straight, I would believe him.

Later that night, he and I spoke once more. And while 
we were speaking, he brought that up, asking me what I 
meant. I explained to him, and then he proceeded to ask 
me, "You told me something. If I tell you something, do 
you promise never to tell?" I did, and I swore on my 
life (which, to most of my friends, means absolutely 
nothing). He then said, "Well, I'm bi, too!" I wanted 
to just reach out and hug him right there.

When you live in our society, where prejudice runs 
amok, it is hard to live as I do. Society oppresses 
anything out of the ordinary, and bisexuality is out of 
the ordinary. However, I will live that life. George 
and I talked about that, and I gave him as much credit 
as I could express for taking the step on the wild 
side, and letting him know how much it means to me to 
know that I'm not the only bi in my small little corner 
of the world.

He and I discussed the topic for a few days, bringing 
up a couple issues. I forget what I asked him, but I do 
remember his reply. He said to me, "I'm not even 
entirely sure if I'm bi or if it's just curiosity." I 
grinned, and said in reply, "Come on over to my place 
sometime. You'll find out really fast."

He smiled and laughed, and we kind of let it drop for a 
while. But then, we brought it back up, and he asked if 
he could indeed come over one day.

Of course, I said absolutely. After all, I had extended 
the invitation. So, we made plans for him to come over 
one afternoon so that we could do some homework 
together (ah, the benefits of being in the same 
classes...), and that he would spend the night.

It got to be Friday, and George came over. We did as we 
said, and worked on our geometry homework together for 
an hour or two. We played some video games, especially 
one that was really popular at the time called "Guitar 
hero." When we were done playing video games, we went 
and got ready for bed. Then, the fun really began.

We both got changed in separate rooms, so as to avoid 
any suspicion. No one but me knew of his nature, and as 
I said, I only told the people that I really trusted. 
Anyways...we got changed, and went back to my room. I 
hopped up into bed, and he hopped in next to me.

"So..." I said to him, "whatcha wanna do?" He shook his 
head, saying, "I dunno. Anything that will draw the 
line between curiosity and... being bi!

I smiled. This was the chance I was waiting for... and 
the one I needed if I wanted to make any headway. I 
looked him up and down once, then made my move. I left 
my right hand drop down to his left thigh, and slowly 
began stroking the interior of his leg. He shifted a 
little bit, seeming to be a little uncomfortable. That, 
of course, was to be expected.

When I felt I had gotten him a little bit more 
comfortable, I shifted a little myself. I moved my hand 
up a little ways until I found the waistband of his 
boxers. "Gotcha!" I thought to myself. I let my hand 
wander inside, until I found my target: his now erect 
WMD (for those that don't know: Weapon of Mass 
Destruction).

I took his penis in my hand and slowly stroked it. For 
a first time, it wasn't too difficult. You get practice 
on your own, I suppose.

I heard him let out a sigh. I knew he enjoyed it. It 
doesn't matter whether you're bisexual or just curious: 
all men are horny. For the most part, if you stimulate 
them, you will get a very typical reaction.

So, I continued with my little game, listening to him 
moan and sigh as I continually masturbated him. It was 
extremely fun, but... I wanted to move on. "Hey!" I 
whispered. "Snap out of it! I don't want to be cleaning 
up after you!" 

He laughed, and said, "Guess I need somewhere to put 
it, huh?" 

Just what I had in mind.

I moved down, found the little opening in the front of 
his boxers, and pulled his erection towards me. Also 
for the first time, I slowly slid the edge of my mouth 
over his penis, and I heard him moan more loudly than I 
would have ever imagined. I had to take one hand and 
reach all the way up to cover his mouth! "Shhh!!!" I 
whispered to him (after taking myself off of his cock, 
of course!)

"I'm sorry!" he whispered back. "It's just... it was so 
amazing!"

"Really?" I asked. That in itself, made it all 
worthwhile. To get a complement. I couldn't be happier? 
Or could I? Maybe he would get more satisfaction if I 
took him all the way.

In any event, I continued blowing him. I put his penis 
back in my mouth and sucked on him for...all of fifteen 
seconds before he started shifting around again. I knew 
that was a sign: he was going to blow soon.

I sucked as hard I could, and I felt him left his hips 
off of the bed. "Ahhh!" he moaned as he ejaculated 
right into my mouth. His semen hit the back of my 
throat and flooded my mouth. It was... absolutely... 
amazing. I couldn't have been happier. I swallowed his 
load, cleaned him up, and put his cock back in his 
boxers.

I moved back up so that I was actually next to him 
again, and I put one arm around him. "Hey, Vinny?" he 
said. 

"Yeah?" I said back. 

"Thanks!"

"Sleep tight," I whispered back. I kept hugging him 
until I fell asleep. When I woke up, he wasn't awake 
yet. I looked down at his boxers. He was hard again, 
and his boxers were stained with semen. I laughed as I 
gently shook him, ready for another round of fun...

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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