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The week following Kelly and David’s first encounter was somewhat awkward. He had dropped her off at her apartment and had they agreed that they were too emotionally and physically exhausted for any further sexual activity that morning. The excuse for both of them was that they had classes to attend that day but in reality they both needed time to think. Despite their long conversation about morality and how unfair it was that women were judged differently (more harshly) than men when it came to sexual behavior, Kelly feared that his words were all just for show and that he had the same sexist attitudes as most men. David feared that he had fallen too hard too quickly for Kelly because she was so beautiful. Maybe she knew who he really was and just wanted a famous fuck to tell her friends about. The first phone call was made on Wednesday afternoon by Kelly who was intent on calling out his bullshit. However, the relief in his voice when he realized it was her, softened her attitude immediately. “You didn’t call me,” she said nervously. “I was afraid you might have regretted Sunday night,” he answered honestly. “I hoped it was you every time the phone rang. People think I don’t like them ‘cos I got rid of them as soon as I could, just in case you rang. You are so beautiful and smart and…” “So you want to catch up soon?” she cut him off. “Kelly, I haven’t thought of anything else since I woke up on Monday afternoon.” “Can you come over now then?” He was knocking on her door within thirty minutes. Not bad as, normally, it was a forty-five-minute trip. They didn’t make it to the bedroom at first. She had answered the door naked, stripped his pants off and jumped on him, wrapping her legs around his waist. As he had been hard since she called, and she was wet with anticipation, it was easy for her to impale herself on his rampant cock. He walked unsteadily into her bedroom with her riding him enthusiastically. They spent the next two days in bed, making love and talking. They paused only to eat, drink rus escort and go to the bathroom. The sex was like nothing either of them had experienced before. “We might have a problem with something if we stay together,” Kelly said tentatively during one of their rest periods on the second day. “What do you mean?” “We are both bisexual. I don’t want us to end up sneaking off to get something that only someone else can give us. I want us to be totally honest with one another, don’t you?” “So we just have to have our bisexual experiences together. How would you feel about watching me fuck another woman or sucking a guy’s cock?” Her answer was to jump on him again slide herself up and down along his semi-hardness. “I would love it!” she cried. “What a team we would make. We could start with your couple or mine. Whenever you like.” Their adventures with John and Jenny and Kelly’s bi couple, Vikki and Jim, over the next few years make an interesting story on their own but for now, we will move forward four and a half years when they had been working at the exclusive (and very expensive) co-educational school in Melbourne’s eastern suburbs for six months. David had been observing the shower room behavior of a very attractive young man for a few weeks when he sought Kelly’s advice. He was sure Ben was watching the other boys with more than a passing interest as they washed in the communal shower after evening footy training – even stealing a glance at him if he joined them. “He reminds so much of me at that age. You can see his cock starting to swell as he watches them – or me – and then he cuts short his shower and hurriedly dresses. Once I’m sure he went into the toilet cubicle to jerk off.” “Have the other boys noticed?” asked Kelly quite concerned for the boy but starting to get turned on by the description. “Not yet I don’t think but I’m worried that they might. If they think he’s gay they might make life very difficult for him.” “Doesn’t he have yenimahalle escort a girlfriend?” Kelly asked, remembering that she had seen him holding hands with the gorgeous Becky Gordon. “That’s just the thing. I’m thinking maybe he’s confused about his sexuality – maybe he’s bi.” After a long discussion, they hatched a plan but decided to wait for a few weeks until Ben turned eighteen just to be safe. Although the age of consent was sixteen, the eighteen-year-old status was more acceptable to most people. Just in case. Ben’s eighteenth birthday came just in time as David had noticed that some of the boys were starting to question his interest in their nudity. David scoffed at their gossip and pointed that Ben had a beautiful girlfriend. Being an ex AFL footballer, David was idolized by the young footballers and his word was gospel. Apparently sensing their suspicions, Ben had started entering the shower room just as everyone was finishing up – feigning some issue or other which delayed him. Two days after his eighteenth birthday David followed into the showers a minute or so after him and undressed as he often did when training had finished. “Happy birthday, Ben,” he said cheerfully as the boy looked up in surprise. “Thanks, sir,” he replied unable to take his eyes off David’s muscular body. David started washing himself thoroughly, taking longer than usual to wash his ass and his genitalia and making his cock swell just a little. Ben was watching closely whenever he thought David wasn’t looking and, to his horror the beginnings of an erection began to form. “Well goodnight sir,” he said as he left the room hurriedly covering himself with his towel. “Ben can you lock up for me if all the guys are gone. I need to see you in my office for a minute. It’s nothing bad or anything. I’ll be in as soon as I’ve washed my hair.” Ben raced off to get dressed and locked the doors to the sports building as soon as the last boy had gone. Minutes later he stood nervously in front of David’s desk They both wore the school tracksuit. David motioned him to sit which he did. “Ben, I’ve got a slightly delicate matter to raise with you. It’s not a problem for me but it might become one for you.” “Wha…what’s that sir?” Ben stammered sensing that this might be related to the recent rumors about his sexuality. “I couldn’t help noticing over the past few months that you… well let’s say ‘enjoy’ watching the other boys showering after training. I’ve dispelled their suspicions but I don’t think I can fool them much longer.” “I’m not gay sir. I’ve got a girlfriend!” Ben protested. “I know you have, Ben and she’s very pretty but I know what I’ve seen. Please don’t be afraid of what I might think. I’ve been in your shoes and a good friend had this very talk to me when I was playing.” “You, you watched the guys at training. Naked?” “Ben, I want to tell you something but I need your promise that you won’t breathe a word of this to anyone. Do I have it?” Ben liked Mr. Johnston very much – not just his great, athletic body but his handsome face and friendly manner. If Mr. Johnston trusted him with a secret he would take it to the grave with him. “Yes sir, you have my solemn word.” “Do you know Mrs. Johnston – my wife, Ben?” “Of course sir, everyone knows Mrs. J. She’s hot! Err I mean…sorry.” Ben could feel his cock starting to thicken again. “That’s OK, Ben I like it when people think she’s hot,” David reassured him. “Mrs. Johnston and I have a very unusual sex life. We like to have sex with both women and men. We are swingers and what’s called bisexual – have you heard of that Ben?” “I think so sir, I sometimes wonder….” “Would you like me to help you to work out if your straight, gay or bisexual, Ben?” Ben thought for a moment. He could trust this man. “Yes please, sir.” “OK. I’ve told you my biggest secret, now I need you to be honest with me if I’m going to help you. OK?””Yes, sir. I’ll try.” “OK Ben, how often do you masturbate, you know, jerk off.” Ben hesitated. “Err now and then.” David raised his eyebrows. “Almost every day. Sometimes twice a day,” he blushed. “Hmmm… most bisexuals have a strong libido. And what do you think about when you start touching yourself? Be honest now.”
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