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How I became bisexual

How I became a bisexual guy. My story. It started when I was young. Like most teens growing up, my hormones were in a rage. Often, when it got to the boiling point, I found a restroom and took care of my erection. I masturbated several times a week. It was during those moments of masturbating, sometimes I found that no matter how long I pumped away, I was no closer to cumming than when I first started. I had no problem fantasizing about girls or the things that I could not wait to try. Up to this point in my life, I had only been with 4 girls (and technically, one had only given me a hand-job while we made out in her swimming pool). It was Halloween and roughly 3:45 pm. I had just gotten out of school. My buddy Jerry called and asked what I was doing. I told him that I was considering going to the varsity football game later in the evening. Up to this point in my life, Jerry and I were best friends for 7-8 years. His parents knew my parents. This was the night that I would have my first encounter. Jerry asked me if I wanted to hang out later on and I said OK. After our conversation ended, Jerry's parents called my parents and explained that they were planning on heading out to Louisiana to celebrate their wedding anniversary. We all lived in Texas, so his parents explained that it would be for the whole weekend until they arrived back home on Sunday. I was volunteered to help house sit with Jerry for the whole weekend. Even though he and I were really good friends, I still ...

... wanted to go out to a party with a girl from school on Saturday. I admit, I didn't like the idea of being indoors for the whole weekend at Jerry's with nothing to do. My friend Jerry was a cool guy but a little on the nerdy side. There's nothing wrong with being a bit nerdy but there are only so many video games you can play before it gets old. I made my way over to his house around 6:00 pm. As soon as I arrived, his dad took us aside and gave us each a $20 dollar bill for house sitting. Looking over his shoulder to make sure he was being quiet enough, he said we were both entitled to two beers that he had in his refrigerator as long as Jerry's mom did not know about it. We were even told to dispose of the beer cans by crushing them, placing them in a couple of plastic bags and then thrown them away in the outside trash can. I thought to myself, "well, not too shabby for just hanging out with my friend Jerry." I got paid to help "watch" his house and got to have a few beers on top of that. Within minutes after I arrived, Jerry's parents were on the road to Louisiana. We sat in his living room and watched TV. The sun was gone and it was getting a little dark outside. I heard the doorbell ring and Jerry got up and answered the door. It was trick or treat'ers. We didn't have any candy to give but Jerry noticed his front and side porch lights were on. We decided to turn off all of the lights so we wouldn't have to keep answering his door. Jerry asked if I wanted a beer and I said, ...