I spent a whole week whacking off several times a day, thinking about my recent sexual encounter with Sam and Pete.

Although I had no interest in renouncing women, I was surprised by how enjoyable I'd found sex with other men, once we crossed over from jacking in front of each other to jacking off each other.

Actually, was that considered sex? I suppose not the first time, when we had masturbated while simply watching each other. Straight guys were allegedly known to do that. At least so I'd heard. But this last time? Well, feeling up your buddy and bringing him off ... I don’t care if a cock didn’t penetrate an orifice, that was definitely sex of some sort.

Oh, and I did suck Sam off at the end. Oral sex is definitely sex.

Okay, so yes, it was sex. Fine by me. I’d always known I was bisexual, in theory if not practice. So what I'd just done with Pete and Sam did not bother me, in and of itself. It was the fulfillment of a longtime fantasy, and the reality even exceeded my expectations. I turned the thought of it over and over in my head, pondering and revisiting how intensely, thrillingly primal it had been. I had sucked a guy off. How fucking hot is that!

But what did bother me was the worry that I may have taken things too far by grasping oral glory. Both guys had been startled when I briefly took Sam in my mouth and guzzled his cum. Had I already crossed an inviolable boundary, from mutual touching into activity that was clearly “sex with another guy?” Maybe these guys, while clearly bisexual on some level, weren't as bisexual as I am.

So I lowered my expectations when I visited them again the next week. But as soon as we passed around a blunt, Pete jumped right into it. “So your buddy Bill, who got into that DP with the brunette, did he do anything with the other guy?” This was regarding a secondhand story I'd told them last week about a friend's threesome with another couple.

"I don't know. If he had, I'm sure he wouldn't have told me about it.”

“Makes sense. I'm sure you haven’t told anyone about sucking Sam’s dick last week,” he giggled. Both guys cracked up with stoned laughter.

“Listen, guys, I’m sorry if I took things too far. Maybe it was the weed.”

“No, it’s cool,” said Pete. "I'm just giving you shit. No big deal."

“Hey, it is a big deal,” countered Sam. “I’ve been sperm-banking for two days in case of a repeat performance.”

“You saved up a big load ... just for me?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

“Yeah, so start wetting those lips. I might be ready to try sucking yours, too.”

I playfully but luridly shaped my mouth into an O, licking my tongue around my lips in a slow circle, smirking at Sam about as seductively as I could while stoned.

“Huh. Well, if both of you guys are turning cocksucker, I guess this is a safe space. I could give it a try too,” said Pete. He stood up and took his clothes off, swinging his dick back and forth, and Sam and I followed suit. Or un-suit, I guess.

I scooted forward on the couch, and Pete muscled in ahead of Sam for access to my mouth. But he still did Sam's solid a solid by wrapping one hand around it. I licked Pete's soft, springy head, swirling my tongue around it at first. Then I wetted my lips and took in his first couple of inches of him, circling his glans with my tongue inside my mouth. Then I squeezed my lips tight and sloooowly took in as much of him as I could, flicking my tongue back and forth along the underside of his unit.

“Ho - o - o - oly sh i - i - it," groaned Pete, appreciating the effort. More quietly, he confided, "You know this will be the first time I've ever cum in someone's mouth."

I pulled off for a sec. "Fucking give it to me, Pete!" I demanded, working my lips up and down his tube.

"Fuck yeah!" cheered Sam. "Give him his first real blowjob, Joe! We already know you swallow, not spit."

"And then maybe I'll beat you to what Sam has saved up," promised Pete, who still had Sam's girthy stub in his hand. Putting him in pole position, as it were, for that race.

Soon Pete was tensing up, and I could feel his cock flexing in my mouth, his balls contracting at the same time, just like you see in those GIFs people post to the Web. And for the second time, with a second man, I was enjoying that empowering experience of bringing a man to orgasm with my mouth. The sensation of him thrusting into my oral cavity and shooting a fresh stream of goo across my tongue with each thrust was nearly as thrilling as the first time.

Once Pete was done pumping, I demanded, "All right, now I've drained both your balls, and I haven't seen either one of you on your knees yet. Who's going to put their mouth where their mouth is?"

Sam volunteered to give it a try, prompting me to lie down on the floor opposite him, our penises in front of each other's faces. He took me in his mouth, clearly enjoying the taste as he pulled off and gasped, "Oh, hell yeah, I love the taste of your precum. And your cock. I should have tried this a long time ago.” As my mouth had already experienced last week, Sam was not very long, but boy was he thick. I explored the circumference of his stem with my lips and tongue before once again taking this huge mass of manmeat.

We started sucking each other, sometimes licking around the other's head or up and down the shaft, sometimes wrapping our lips sideways around it, sometimes bobbing up and down, sometimes taking it deep. We maintained a sort of rhythm, each responding to the other’s efforts. This was a level of mutual pleasure I'd rarely experienced.

Pete stood over us, jacking off, his cock extended over us, balls swinging beneath. Was he going to cum on us, or join in? Either way, it was pretty hot seeing him in his full sexual glory looming over us like that.

Sam moved further down on my rod, dragging his wet lips and tongue all the way to the base, then taking my balls in his mouth and sucking on them gently. I responded in kind. The mutuality of our mouth massages was phenomenal. I love sixty-nine with a woman - more than most women enjoy it, from what I hear - and it turned out to be just as wonderful with a man.

Then, Sam shifted yet further down, taking my cock fully out of reach of his mouth. This puzzled me for a split-second, but I found out why when he lifted my leg higher. I felt his hot tongue running back along my ass crack, then pausing to circle my hairy hole. No woman had ever done this for me, and it felt amazing.

I decided to return the favor, finding it to be surprisingly erotic and not terrible-tasting. The sheer naughtiness of two men licking each other's assholes was driving me wild. Next, his whole mouth was on me back there, his warm, wet tongue probing my back door more insistently. I found it wonderfully soothing and relaxing, my sphincter loosening a bit. Fantastic.

Hmm, maybe I should try getting a cock in there. Not Sam’s, though. Too big. But I'd take Pete. Of course, even if oral sex turned out not to be a step too far for these guys, anal might be a different story. That would take things from simply pleasuring each other to actually fucking, and there's no semantic loophole for intercourse.

Speaking of taking Pete up my ass, once Sam and I shifted back and resumed ministering to each other’s manhoods, I found Pete kneeling and taking Sam's place, snacking on my butt. Was he reading my thoughts? He might not have made good on his promise to suck a dick yet, but I gave him some credit for eating something far naughtier than dick.

I heard the squirt of some lotion, then felt Pete’s warm mouth replaced by a cold, greasy finger pressing my button.

“Hey Joe, whaddaya think?” asked Pete.

Pulling my mouth off Sam’s enormous engorgement for a moment to give consent, I quipped, "What I think, Pete, is you should pop my chocolate-covered cherry." This got Sam giggling uncontrollably around my dong. "Take it slow, but get that hot cock inside me,” I encouraged. At this, Sam started sucking me more eagerly. After all, he had a front-row seat inches from the approaching ass action.

Pete’s finger slipped inside me, which felt amazing. He thrust it in and out a few times, each pass of his knuckle through my sphincter forcing a wave of pleasure through me, then withdrew it. I heard another squirt of lotion, followed by the crinkling sound of a condom being unwrapped, then felt his cockhead pressing gently against my manhole. Peter pushed his pecker in just a bit and waited a while as I relaxed.

Eventually, I felt myself opening up, Pete gliding in, and electric crackles radiating from my butthole throughout my body. He kept going, and we found that while my mouth hadn't quite been able to take all of his majesty, my ass could. Easily. After a moment, pressing himself into my deepest recesses, he started working himself in and out.

Now this was a position I had never imagined in my wildest fantasies, nor seen in porn. The best position for two guys to sixty-nine (side by side) also happened to position my ass just perfectly for easy penetration by a third guy. And now that was happening! It made so much sense! And it felt so good, I knew I would want to do this again! Not only did I have the almost-like-sucking-yourself-but-better feeling of mutually sucking dick with another guy, but I was also getting my ass filled with a slick hot rod at the same time. Sensational! Pulses of pleasure continued to ripple throughout my being, now emanating from three different points of origin.

"Oh my God, I can't believe you're fucking me!" I moaned around Sam's thickie. "It feels so good!"

"Oh my God, I can't believe I'm fucking you!" Pete groaned from behind me. "It feels so good!"

"Oh my God, I can't believe you two are fucking six inches in front of my eyes!" giggled Sam, pulling off my cock momentarily because he was cracking up too hard.

Pete's prick turned out to have a special trick up its skin sleeve, too. It had a bit of a leftward curve, and the angle he was putting it in me seemed to stroke my prostate just right. I felt a load of pre-orgasm ejaculate shoot into Sam's mouth, which had only just stopped laughing and gotten back to work. He half-moaned, half-squealed, "Oh fuck!" (which sounded like "Mf Mfff!") at this unexpected tasty treat. He wasn't fucking giggling now.

All this pleasure had pushed me to the limit, and this was followed half a minute later by a really explosive actual orgasm. It was so much that Sam almost gagged a little bit. For his first time sucking pole, I'd given him a real doozy.

Although Pete seemed to be getting pretty excited inside and behind me, Sam ultimately beat him over the finish line. I was once again treated to the fantastic experience of Sam's chubby choker pulsing repeatedly - for a moment getting even thicker! - as he flooded my taste buds with his delicious, salty, bitter man-juice. Not long after that, I felt Pete's cock flexing inside me as he tensed up in orgasm and flooded my anal canal.

Pete was toast for the night, having smoked too much. Sam and I were pretty fried too, but he let me into his bed, and we stroked each other to sleep before either of us climaxed again. He sucked me enthusiastically in the morning, though, and I returned the fat favor.

The following week, we sucked each other in a circle (or was it a triangle?), trying it both directions. But Sam and I stopped it before anyone orgasmed, demanding that weaselly Pete finally fulfill his promise to take one down the throat. Two, actually, because we had him put Sam's and my cocks together and suck us both off.

After that, Sam and I gradually licked each other back to erection in another languid sixty-nine, and we repeated last week's wonderful position by making Pete wait five minutes before easing his bent blade into my behind. What an amazing cock-combination! This naughty position was a favorite for us, and we would repeat it each time we got together, although that wasn't very many more times. Inevitably, the end of the school year approached, and we would get too busy with papers, projects and finals.

But a big surprise would await us at the very end of the term.