I have hidden my bi adventures all of my life. I'm writing these down as a form of therapy. I hope you enjoy.

Guy 2 happened along side of guy 1. A few months into explorations with guy 1, I began wondering if I could find someone with a nicer package. Not to take anything away from guy 1, but I wanted to experience something a little more anatomically appealing.

Similar to the first guy, it took quite a while to identify someone that used full sentences and punctuation. This time, the guy I found was a fellow student. The photos were amazing. Perfectly formed head, longer and thicker than guy 1, great sack. 7.5", shaved, cut. He was also really in shape.

Guy 2 had been bi for some time and had experienced a bunch of other guys. He routinely got tested and even showed me the results to put me at ease. He was interested in me because of our diverse differences (Ill leave it there).

Once things with guy 1 started to slow down / get weird, I decided to try things with guy 2. We decided to meet off campus, on a dark hill leading to a dead end (same place described in my first entry).

Given his experience, he was much calmer than guy 1. He jumped in my car, and immediately, pulled down my shorts. He went right for it. Took me deep and paid attention to my balls. He kept it up for about 30 seconds, then sat up, pulled his shorts down and his shirt up. I took that as my invitation (instructions?).

I began by stroking him and admiring his package. It was even better than the pictures. I remember how smooth everything was. I also noticed his cock was slightly crooked when hard. Interesting stuff.

I did things a little differently than he did. I wanted to enjoy this, so I started with licking the side of his shaft and then his balls. All while stroking him. He squirmed but was completely silent. I did that for a minute, and then took him into my mouth. I don't have a gag reflex, so I got almost all of it in. He was definitely thicker than guy 1. His cock was noticeably filling my mouth and throat.

What happened next was the first big shock I experienced being bi. I must have had him in my mouth for 15 seconds when I felt his hand on the back of my head. He just kind of placed it there. Right after that, he started to cum in my mouth.

I couldn't believe what was happening. My first thought was actually anger. I immediately pulled off. I kept stroking him (I'm not a monster) and he continued to cum. He got it on his stomach, legs, my hand, and probably somewhere in my car. I told him I wasn't expecting that.

I gave him a hand towel (I bought some cheap ones for this purpose) and he cleaned himself up. I also hacked a bit and spit out whatever I could with the door open. Once he cleaned up, he started to stroke me again. It was definitely awkward. He eventually said that he thinks he is done for now. I don't think I was going to be able to finish anyway. I was a mix of shocked, disgusted, and turned on. Weird stuff. I distinctly remember thinking, "I can't believe that guy just came in my mouth".

I went home, brushed my teeth a bunch, used mouthwash, and then drank until I wasn't worried about it anymore. Over the next few days, I largely forgot about the anger and found myself jerking off to the events. With that in mind, I didn't contact him again.... until

about 3 months later (a month after things ended with guy 1), I was on campus, opening my car door and found a small piece of paper under my car door handle. It was a note from guy 2. He had seen me get our of my car and left the note. All it said was 'meet again?' and had his email address.

I was immediately turned on and pretty much knew I was open to it. I spent several nights reading about how to let someone cum into your mouth with as little mess as possible. I knew I wasn't going to swallow and I didn't want cum all over the place. I figured if I could take into my mouth and keep it contained, I could cleanly spit it out.

We met about 4 times in the following 3 years. Each time was almost exactly the same, so I'll describe it once.

He showed up at my apartment, usually pretty late after parties were over. We were typically under the influence. We would go to my room and he would strip his clothes off. He always showered before coming over and always smelled of old spice. He always started by getting on his knees and going down on me. He would do it for a few minutes and then stand back up. I would then do the same, on my knees, while doing my typical shaft licking. I would get under his balls and he would pull my head closer to him. He clearly enjoyed that. If I took him in my mouth, he would pull out of my mouth and lay on my bed. So if I wanted to enjoy him, I had to avoid putting it in my mouth. He clearly had an issue with cumming fast.

Once laying on my bed, I would blow him and he would cum, like clockwork, within 30 seconds. I would hold the tip of his cock, just inside my mouth and use my tongue to block the cum from going to the back of my mouth or throat. I got pretty good at this. I would immediately spit it into a towel and wipe my tongue off.

To reciprocate, he would then pull me to the bed and we would get into a side by side 69 position. He would work me while I kept licking his package. I did my best to cum quickly for him and he would spit it out as well.

As nice as his package was, it got boring after a while. I kept wanting to do something different or more fun, but it just didn't happen. So guy 2 never became a regular thing.

So after about 9 months of acting on being bi-curious, I experienced 2 guys, started letting a guy cum in my mouth, and had no intention on stopping. I will point out that I dated girls during this time. I found it interesting that I would get emotionally connected to the girls, but not the guys. With the guys, it was pure physical pleasure. While it was also physical pleasure with the girls, there was always something more.