A literotic sexstories: Going Bi by JackEds ,
It wasn’t a love-hate thing. At least I don’t think so. But he favored Jason, my little brother. Add to that the fact that my dad is a seriously type A personality, and I’m a seriously type Z, and it was easiest for me to just avoid him all I could.
Dad made some attempts to be fair. Like when we moved back to the States and into a big house while Jason and I were still in grade school. When Dad put in a twenty-five meter lap pool because Jason had developed an interest in swiming, he also added a little gym for me in two bays of the garage because I had an interest in gymnastics.
If you hadn’t guessed, we had money.
Unfortunately, I outgrew gymnastics — not because I lost interest, but because I literally outgrew it. I was six feet tall when I was fourteen.
I had always been shy, and being tall didn’t help. My aunt was sure that my shyness was because of losing Mom. But I was also shy because I was gay.
I don’t know if it had anything to do with it, but while we were overseas, Dad worked for almost two years on a mining project for my grandfather in the Ukraine. The site was remote and the young farm girl we had for a nanny did not worry much about keeping clothes on Jason and me. She would bathe us at night, and not bother with clothes afterward. Jason and I usually ate supper naked, slept naked, and were up and playing around the cabin naked for a while in the morning before she ever bothered to dress us, if she did even then. If it was summer, or we weren’t going to be outside, she didn’t bother and we didn’t care. Dad worked long hours and I don’t think he was more than vaguely aware of how we were cared for. Jason and I slept in the same bed, and the first time it got cold, we cuddled against one another under the covers. Even after we moved from the Ukraine down to the Baltic Sea, Jason and I slept naked in the same bed until after we returned to the States. We would have continued sharing a bed even then, but Dad put a stop to it about the time I turned eleven and Jason turned nine. Dad didn’t care about us sleeping naked, just not in the same bed, and once you are used to sleeping that way, clothes get in the way. So Jason and I continued to sleep naked, just each in our own bed.. So basically, I’m saying I slept naked with another boy, even if he was my brother, for several years, and maybe it inclined me to look at boys differently.
My being gay really kicked in when I was about twelve. I hit a clumsy stage because of how fast I was growing. I started admiring shorter guys with more compact bodies — guys who could be gymnasts. When we came back to the states, I was taken by how cute American boys were, and I hadn’t gotten over that. My interest in other boys went nuclear when my hormones kicked in. Girls may have interested me at some point, but not past puberty.
I kept up a false front, going out with girls when they asked me. I hid completely the fact that I was gay, even from my brother who was my best friend. Without a mom, with the dad we had, and all the moving we had done, Jason and I were super close. I didn’t dare tell him because if I lost my brother Jason, I’d have nobody.
There wasn’t anyone else I could tell, and becausue of my dad, I participated in almost every team sport there was. All my friends were jocks and I assumed that they hated gay guys. Several of them talked like they did.
So I reached the age of sixteen a total virgin, and pretty lonely except for Jason.
Enter, my grandpa. For some reason, he seemed to like me. Maybe it was because I was the oldest of his grandsons. Maybe it was an “heir-apparent” kind of thing.
Dad was probably the asshole he was because of Grandpa. Grandpa was even more Type A than my dad, and he is the one who started all the family money.
Grandpa phoned me on my sixteenth birthday. “I’ve got something special for you, Brock” he told me. “I know you’re busy celebrating today [I wasn’t, by the way] but tomorrow is Friday, and well, you don’t have anything going on, do you?” He didn’t wait for an answer before saying, “Meet me at the lake cabin at six.”
I hung up the phone, wondering what he was going to give me. Lake cabin? A Wave runner? It was only March, and the lake was probably still full of ice. Fucked up if Grandpa had a wave runner for me.
What Grandpa called a lake cabin wasn’t really a cabin. It was a lake house.
Grandpa met me at the door, with a broad grin and a drink in his hand. After I took off my jacket, he laid an arm over the backs of my shoulders and turned me toward the stairs.
“How does it feel to be sixteen?”
“Okay, I guess. How was it for you?”
Grandpa laughed, and shook my shoulders. “About like yours is going to be,” he said, walking me up the stairs.
“Why?” I asked. “What have you got for me?”
Grandpa winked. “You’ll see.” We reached the top of the stairs and he walked us into the master bedroom. There, sitting on the edge of the king-size bed was an absolutely gorgeous Asian girl. She honestly looked no older than me.
She wore a black teddy. Black looked good on her because her skin was pale and her hair was long and black. She had strikingly large almond-shaped eyes. She sat erect, like an Asian princess, long slender arms out to the side. Her palms rested lightly on the bedcovers. She smiled at me, like a princess who was pleased with a subject.
“Meet Mei Ling,” Grandpa told me. “She’s expensive; very expensive. You have her for the entire night — make the most of it. No one else is coming, and I’m about to leave. I’ve already told your father that you won’t be home until tomorrow.” He swatted my butt, leaving his hand on it long enough to give me a shove forward.
“Happy Birthday, Brock!” he said, turning to leave. “Wear yourself out!”
The door closed.
The bottom dropped from my stomach.
With a slight smile, Mei Ling rose gracefully from the edge of the bed. She was tall for an Asian girl. She came to me, wrapped her forearms around my neck, and pressed her pelvis to mine. She gazed into my eyes and her smile grew playful.”
But then she frowned. “Baby,” she said softly. “You’re trembling!”
I swallowed hard. I remember being surprised by her voice because I expected an accent, and yet, Mei Ling had none; she sounded American. And yes, I was shaking.
She leaned close, her breasts pressing me softly through her teddy, and she put her mouth to my ear. “It’s alright if you’ve never been with a girl. I’m here to teach you.” Her perfume was intoxicating. I’d heard perfumes advertised as intoxicating. Hers really was. Or at least, something made my head swim.
She leaned back to study me, and her brow furrowed deeply. “You’ve turned white! You better sit down,” she said, turning me and backing me to the bed.
I sat and she knelt on the floor beside me. She laid a warm hand on the side of my face. “Why are you so afraid?” she asked. “I’m simply a girl.”
I swallowed hard again.
“Baby,” she asked, “are you gay?”
My eyes went wide.
“You are!” she said, sounding somewhat surprised.
I felt my breath leave and had trouble getting it back.
But Mei Ling smiled gently and stroked the side of my face. “Have you ever been with a girl?”
I shook my head slightly.
“We’re not so bad,” she said softly. Then she cocked her head. “Have you ever been with a boy?”
I shook my head again.
“Baby,” she whispered, leaning in to kiss me softly on the lips. “I’ll make love to you like a boy, and I’ll make love to you like a girl. I’ll teach you things.” She pulled my leg open and cupped my package with her hand. She felt my size and shape, and then Mei Ling purred. She groped me, and she brushed my lips with hers. Her breath smelled of mint.
She gripped the bottom of my sweater and pulled it up. I let her take it over my head and off me. Next she grasped my shirt and pulled it off. Her r eyes widened with delight, and she laid her hands on my chest and sides. She felt over me and traced the seams of my muscles. “Do you work out with weights?”
“Some.”
Her fingers swept my pecs and sternum and over my nipples. “You’re smooth,” she whispered. Her eyes dropped to my pants. “Are your legs smooth, too?”
I assumed she meant hairless. I had a few golden hairs on my calves (I have dark blond hair), so I shrugged.
“Let’s see,” she said. She pulled off my shoes and socks. Then she unbuttoned my jeans. “Stand up, baby,” she told me.
I stood, and watched as she unzipped me and pulled down my jeans, leaving me in my boxer briefs. I stepped out of my jeans and she pulled them off each foot, setting them aside. She sat back on her haunches and looked me up and down. She closed her hands around my left thigh. “Baby,” she said, “you’re beautiful!”
She felt up my thighs, running her fingers into the leg holes of my boxers. ” You’re smooth,” she whispered. Inside my boxers, her fingers stroked my scrotum and sought out my dick. “Umm,” she whispered. She glanced up at me. “Are you a runner? I knew a sprinter who was built like you.””
“I’m in a lot of sports,” I told her.
Mei Ling’s eyes fell to the front of my underwear. She went up on her knees and pulled my boxer briefs down to my ankles.
I was gay, and I was scared; so I was about as soft as soft gets. Mei Ling nuzzled into that softness and when she murmured, “Mmmm,” her voice vibrated my balls.
“I love the smell of a boy,” she said, and took a deep breath. She lifted my balls and dick on her right palm and gently kissed the head of my dick. She brushed her cheek against it and then nuzzled into the crease of my leg. My dick began to lengthen. “I like it,” she said, quietly, watching my cock, “when we start soft and I can watch it grow.”
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