First part of how I became bisexualEnjoying sex to the

First part of how I became bisexual Enjoying sex to the fullestHello to all the readers of this page. I haven't known Todorelatos for too long, but I can say that I have taken a liking to reading stories of all kinds and, after thinking about it, I have decided to tell several experiences from my personal story. For reasons of anonymity, I have decided not to give any clue as to who I am, where I live, etc..., and the names that appear are false, but I can assure you that all the experiences that I will describe are absolutely true. First I will describe myself. I am a young man of about thirty years old. Physically I am tall, attractive (or so they say) and very athletic. I take good care of my physical appearance simply because I like to look good, but I am not obsessed with appearance either. Regarding life, I can't complain. Economically I live well. I have a good job, good salary and free time, and on a personal level, I have always been quite successful with women and at the moment, I have a consolidated relationship with a beautiful girl with whom I am very in love and who is the only one who knows my "hidden sexual life", which is what I am here to tell you. I'll start by telling you that, technically, I could describe myself as bisexual. I have always liked women more than men and no one, except my partner, knows about my “private” tastes. I discovered my taste for sex with men the year I was studying abroad as a university student. There I had relations with a boy named Frank, another foreign student that I met in the residence where I was. It all started, as I have read has happened in many stories, with a drunken night. It was one of my last nights partying before going back and I had a considerable fart. I hadn't hooked up that night, and when we entered my room, which I shared with a guy who wasn't there on the weekends, Frank helped me undress, leaving me with only my boxers on. However, and I don't know why, my cock reacted by going hard. Frank noticed this and before I reacted, I was naked in bed and he was giving me a brutal blowjob. My head was spinning but the pleasure was intense, and even more so when Frank put one of his fingers in my ass and began to move it, which gave me a tremendous sensation of pleasure that made me cum almost instantly in his mouth. I thought it was all over there, but I was still lying on the bed and that's when I noticed that Frank was still in my room, he had undressed and his cock was full. I saw how he took a condom out of his pants and put it on. He immediately got on top of me, grabbed my legs and placed them on top of his shoulders, leaving me completely at his mercy while he pointed his cock at my ass so he could fuck me. I knew what was going to happen, but I couldn't resist (or I don't know if I wanted to resist) and Frank began, little by little, to put his cock into my hitherto virgin ass, first slowly and then increasing the pace of penetration. At first it hurt a lot, but as he fucked me, I felt more pleasure. He went in and out of me faster and faster until he took it out of me, took off the condom and came all over my chest. I noticed that he picked up his things and left, but I couldn't say anything to him and I fell asleep instantly. The next morning, when I woke up, I was very dizzy from the hangover and very confused by what happened, not because I didn't know what had happened and that Frank had fucked me, but because I never thought I would like that so much. During the week after the fuck, I practically didn't see him since I think we both avoided each other, but before returning home I wanted to talk to him to ask for some kind of explanation (I don't know what, honestly). I went to his room and, taking advantage of the fact that he was alone, I asked him to talk about it. He apologized for what happened and confessed to me that he was bisexual. Instead of getting angry, I acknowledged that I never considered having a relationship with another man, but that I liked what happened between us and that for me it was another experience in life. At that moment and without thinking twice, Frank asked me to fuck him, telling me that it was fair for what he went through. At first I was very surprised, but then I agreed to fuck him with one condition, that I also wanted him to fuck me again. So, we started making out and we spent the entire afternoon fucking in his room, but this time being both active and passive. That was the first time that, for example, I sucked a cock and fucked a guy, but my greatest pleasure came from being fucked by him as a bottom. Since that day, I have maintained a double life in the sexual aspect. I still like women more and I am, in front of people, heterosexual. But I need, from time to time, to have sex with men to appease, above all, my passive male side. Although I didn't have sex with men again until practically a year later. So, I once had a relationship with a girl, Sandra, who introduced me to the liberal world. We were never a formal couple, we only had sex and he told me about going to swingers clubs. It seemed like a perfect idea to me, since we weren't dating and it would be a new way to have sex with more people. It was, at one of those meetings, where we met an English couple, Roger and Eli (from Elizabeht). They were a mature and wealthy English couple who spent long periods in Spain when work allowed and who gave free rein to their sexual fantasies here. He is a 46-year-old man, tall and attractive, while she is 42 years old, very well-groomed, very pretty and with a great guy that takes the hiccups. When we met them at the exchange club, both Sandra and I found them very interesting. So, after talking for a while and having a few drinks with them, they invited us to their house, a huge chalet on the beach, where we would each have sex with the other's partner. They asked us to have sex in the same room and have a small orgy, to which we agreed without any problem. There, after the women got us in the mood by sucking each other's cocks, Roger and I exchanged them, fucking them in every way and in all their possible holes, having a brutal sex session. Plus, I couldn't help but notice Roger. He was a mature man, well cared for and with brutal endurance. At a certain point in the orgy, we were both fucking each other's partner on all fours, and I felt envious of my friend Sandra, who was receiving Roger's cock in her ass with great thrusts, making her scream with pleasure. I wanted to be the one screwed by Roger, but I didn't want my friend to find out, so I focused on the fucking I was giving to Eli and I made an effort to ensure that he also enjoyed it to the fullest, both of us finishing at the same time, cumming on the women's asses, leaving us all exhausted in bed. However, the night did not end there. We were all lying in bed resting from the dust we had hit, when I saw Roger get up and walk out of the room naked. Both women were relaxed and sleeping in bed, so I decided to go out as well. I saw light in the kitchen and entered it. Roger was standing drinking a glass of water. We started talking about everything that happened that night and the world of exchanges, how they started in this, how many times they had done it, etc... when Roger told me that they participated and organized all kinds of sexual orgies when they could. When I heard the “all kinds” thing, I asked him what he meant and he answered that they not only did exchanges, but that they were both bisexual and organized parties where they had all kinds of relationships with men and women without any distinction. That response excited me a lot and my cock began to grow effortlessly. He noticed my reaction and asked me if I liked that world and I answered yes, that I had tried sex with men a long time ago and that I wanted to do it again, although I didn't dare because I didn't want anyone around me to find out about that pleasure, not even my "supposed" girlfriend who was sleeping in her room. He told me that he understood me perfectly, that they used to come to Spain to fulfill those fantasies without them finding out in their country and that, if I wanted, they would invite me without obligation to the next one they organized, which would be in a couple of months, to which I accepted without hesitation. As Roger spoke, my excitement increased and my cock did not stop growing. Plus, we were both naked so my erection couldn't be hidden. Then, right there in the kitchen, and without saying a word, Roger got on his knees in front of me and started sucking my cock. I was super excited and nervous, since I was scared that Sandra would catch us there, but I didn't want Roger to stop and, due to the blowjob and the excitement I had, it didn't take long for me to unload in her mouth. As soon as I came, Roger got up from the floor and gave me a kiss with my cum still in his mouth, which I didn't dislike and I gladly accepted. Plus, I saw that he was totally hard on and I asked him to fuck me right there. And so he did. He turned me around, made me rest my arms on the kitchen table, spread my legs a little, leaving my ass completely exposed, and started playing with my hole, inserting his tongue and a couple of fingers alternately. When he saw that I was already sufficiently dilated, he stood behind me, pointed his cock at my hole, grabbed me firmly by the waist and began to slowly insert it into me. Little by little, Roger was increasing the pace of fucking, fucking me faster and deeper and with deeper penetrations. I tried not to make any kind of sound that could wake up my friend, which was impossible for me since Roger was making me moan like Sandra had moaned before, until I noticed how he emptied himself into my ass. Luckily for me, my friend didn't wake up and after the fuck with Roger, we exchanged phones and he told me that when they organized the next bisexual orgy, they would call me, to which I replied that I would love to go. When Sandra and I returned home, we commented that it was one of our best experiences with other couples and that she would love to, sometime, repeat it with them, to which I did not refuse, but I also did not tell her my other plans. In this way, everything returned to normal in my life. I didn't have a partner at that time, I only fucked from time to time with Sandra or with an occasional one-night stand, but I never flirted with guys although I wanted to have sex with some. So, after almost two months, the call I was waiting for came...although I'll tell you about it later.