Learning to be Free SeXStoRY

My roommate’s name is Vanessa and we have been close sense high school. We dated for a bit way back when but decided that being friends was a better fit for us. That has not stopped us from hooking up now and then, but we both agree that being just friends is for the best. After living in a tiny apartment in a bad neighborhood for a few years, we decided to look into upgrading to a house. The place we found was perfect except for an extra room. We talked it over and came up with the plan to find another roommate to stay with us. The extra money would be nice and the house had room enough for three. We put an ad in the paper and ended up going with a guy named Drew. Drew was a student. He was clean, quiet, and a good cook. This guy might be the perfect roommate I was thinking until the subject of relationships was brought up one afternoon. It turns out that Drew was into girls and guys, a bisexual. Now, I pride myself on being open-minded but this was a shock to me. He said that he could tell by my reaction that I was caught off guard but he hoped it wouldn’t change things between us. He said he didn’t believe in titles involving sexual preference and liked to refer to his sexuality as being “free” and just leave it at that. I just laughed it off and said that as long as he didn’t try any funny stuff with me things were cool. Months went by and everything was great until Christmas break. There was a huge ice storm that year and the three of us ended up stuck in town and away from friends and f****y. Vanessa said we should make the best of it and have some fun. We set up the TV, made some snacks and drinks and settled in for a merry Christmas at home. As the drinks got stronger and the TV less entertaining, we started talking about sex. I had avoided the subject with Drew as I didn’t want to sound curious or homophobic but after coming clean about the matter, Drew just laughed and said that was about the normal reaction people had. As we got looser, Vanessa and I started asking all sorts of questions about his sexuality. Did being with men make you better at being with women or visa-versa? Which did he like more? Do men and women taste the same when they orgasm? Had you ever had a threesome? That last question caused Drew to pause for a moment. He then said that a threesome was a huge fantasy of his but he had never had one. Vanessa shocked us both by saying that she had the same fantasy but had never had the chance to act on it. We sat quiet for another minute or two then started to slowly caress Vanessa from either side. No words were spoken, we just started kissing and undressing her as she closed her eyes and relaxed. We had Vanessa undressed in seconds and I proceeded to lick her sweet pussy as Drew kissed his way up her chest and neck. As they kissed, she unzipped his pants and took out his erect penis. She slowly stroked it just a few feet away from my face; I could smell him just over my shoulder. Knowing he was there was making me horny. I had never even thought about being with a guy before but with the drinks and the talking about it, now I just couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like. Drew stepped back to undress just as I stood up to do the same and his penis grazed the side of my face and shoulder. I acted like I didn’t notice, took off my pants, and sat back on the couch. Vanessa took Drew by the hand and said “Let me watch you suck his cock”. I was surprised by her command but had little time to think about it as Drew dropped to his knees and slid his wet mouth over the head of my dick. I would have resisted if this had not instantly been the best blow-job I had ever had. Is this how it always was for gay men I though as the act quickly came to a conclusion. His expert tongue brought me to orgasm in under a minute. After I came into his mouth, Vanessa quickly moved in to kiss him so they could share my cream. She wiped her mouth and then ordered me to do the same for him. I was frantic; I had no idea what to do. Should I do it? I had never had any gay thoughts until now but I kind of wanted to try it. Drew just smiled and said “only if he is sure he wants to”. Something about his words made all the doubts and fears in my mind melt away. I placed my hands on his hips, closed my eyes, and took him into my mouth. The skin on his shaft was so soft and smooth. The tip of his cock was gently rubbing against the roof of my mouth and the back of my throat. Something took me over as I suddenly remembered all the girls that had gone down on me in the past. I thought about the things that they had done to me that I liked and started to copy their actions. I caressed his balls with my hand as I glided my lips over his shaft and head over and over again. I swirled my tongue around the tip of his member, making him moan with pleasure. Time seemed to stop; did I suck his cock for seconds or hours? What was Vanessa doing while all this was taking place? Did this mean that I was a bi sexual? All these thoughts were expelled from my mind as Drew announced he was going to cum. My eyes bolted open and tried to focus on his flat stomach in front of me. His cock jumped and throbbed and then violently erupted. The first burst of cum hit the back of my throat and slid effortlessly down like an oyster on a half-shell. The second and third filled every nook of my mouth and gushed from the corners of my lips, spilling to the floor in front of us. I pulled away from him only to be met by a forth stream that splashed over my chin, neck, and shoulder. I gasped for air and thought for a moment that I might drown in cum. Vanessa grabbed me and began licking the excess semen from my face. Drew fell to the couch and gasped, his still hard penis red and throbbing against the flushed skin of his stomach. I was hard again and Vanessa quickly went to work on me with her hands and mouth. I fed her much in the same way that Drew had done to me only seconds earlier. We had not planned on this, so there weren’t any rubbers around. We decided to just use our hands and mouths on one another but it was still incredible. The next morning I awoke and had the first sober memories of our wild night. I was mortified; this was something that no one could ever know about. I’m not bi and this was a huge mistake. We could never speak of this again was all I could think as I moved through the house. I found Drew in the kitchen and was going to let him know how I felt but before I could say a word, he handed me a cup of coffee, smiled and said “morning guy” just like every other day. Things seemed so normal all of a sudden. I sat down and we went on like nothing had ever happened. For a week or two that was how it stayed but eventually drinks were made and the three of us were at it again. Eventually I came to grips with the idea that bi was not a real thing, nor was gay or straight. Drew was right, people should be brave enough to enjoy what they like and what makes them happy and not worry about what title or definition those joys might come with, life is better when you can be free.