I moved into a new apartment a few months ago, and quickly became friendly with the guys who live upstairs: Mark and Brad.

They're a bit older than me, both in their late twenties, but very social. Soon after I moved in they invited me up to a party. I suspected Mark and Brad were gay, though they'd never said so. What confused me was that they were both so masculine. Like many gay guys they were good-looking and athletic, sure, but they weren't prissy or preening like most queens I'd met. They certainly weren't a pair of lisping fags. They could have been two guys who just happened to share a place. But when my girlfriend and I walked into the party that night, their sexuality was abundantly clear. The place was packed wall-to-wall with gay guys and only the occasional girl. I didn't mind, of course.

I'm straight, but I'm no homophobe. Mark and Brad were my friends, whatever their sexual orientation. I had a good time.

I got talking to all kinds of people. My girlfriend crashed downstairs around 3am, so when the party ended an hour later it was just Mark and Brad and me. As the three of us had one final drink, Mark asked if I was surprised to learn that he and Brad were gay. I said no, and added that it didn't bother me. Mark said he thought most people were, in some sense, bisexual. I'd never really thought about it, but it sounded like a reasonable theory. "So tell us, Danny" Mark said. "Would you ever have sex with a guy?" "I really don?t know how to answer that, " I replied honestly. It wasn't something I'd gone looking for, and it'd never been offered. So I really didn't know what to say. Mark and Brad exchanged a quick glance which kind of unnerved me. I said it was late, finished my drink, and went downstairs to my girlfriend. For some reason, I was feeling really aroused so we played.

But as I played her, I kept thinking about what the guys had just asked me. And the memory of it didn't put me off.

If anything, it made me harder. As I played her I found myself suddenly fantasizing about having sex with a guy, and I came like a shot. The next weekend, the guys asked me if I'd like to come out with them on Brad's father's boat. He has a yacht moored at a nearby marina. I love sailing, so I jumped at the offer.

We took the boat out on the harbor and then sailed out through the heads.

We swam in the ocean and had lunch on the deck. I'd been thinking a lot that week about Mark's theory that most people are bisexual, and wondering if perhaps I could be, given what had happened with my girlfriend.

Looking at Mark and Brad now, I certainly noticed how handsome and well-built they were all tanned muscle and bulging crotches. And now that I knew they were a couple, I couldn't help but imagine them having sex. I could picture it.

I got hard at the thought, which worried me, so I tried to dismiss it. After lunch, I took a nap on the deck for an hour, and was woken by the sound of Mark calling my name. I got up and followed his voice to the cabin down below.

He was in the bedroom, just standing there in his well-filled black Speedo, looking at me. Brad came into the room behind me, similarly clad. I suddenly felt nervous. "What's going on?" I asked, trying to keep the edge from my voice.

"I think you know, " Mark smiled. I sure did. I knew instantly. I didn't need to see the playful look in Mark's eyes, or to feel the tangible heat coming off Brad's body behind me, to know what was on the cards, here. "I think there?s been some kind of misunderstanding, " I said weakly, stepping backwards. But Brad's big arm was around my waist before I knew it. He held me from behind with just enough force to tell me there was little point struggling. Mark came over and began caressing the rapidly growing bulge in my swimming trunks. Twin surges of horror and delight shot through me. I tried to say something, to resist, but my throat was too dry. "Just relax, Danny, " Mark said. Brad agreed: "You know you want this, " he whispered hotly in my ear. "Just let it happen." Mark fell to his knees, pulling down my swimming trunks, and freed my aching length. It was bigger than I'd ever seen it. Mark began slowly toying the swollen head. He teased it, swirling his tongue around the tip, and cupping my aching balls in his hand. Then he sucked up the drops of pre-cum I could feel were already oozing out of me. Then, with a flick of his tongue, he slipped his lips over my length, and I felt it disappear completely into the hot, tight cavern of his throat. I had never felt anything so good with my girlfriend. Not with ANY girl. Not even that hooker in Vegas.

My mind started reeling as the hot wetness of Mark's slippery mouth slid back and forth along my shaft. Brad still had his arm around me, and I could feel the throbbing hardness of his bulge pressing into me. He held me up when my knees began to weaken at the sickening pleasure of Mark's mouth on my length.

He played with my nipples with one hand, and ran the other one over my soft place, squeezing the cheeks. Soon, I felt one of his spit-slicked fingers begin to toy with my warmth.

It hurt a little as he pushed it in, but it was gloriously good when he started moving it slowly in and out in time with Mark's sucking. I closed my eyes.

It all felt so wrong, but it felt so playing good, too. Through the haze of pleasure, I felt Brad dragging me backwards towards the bed, Mark's mouth never breaking from my length. Brad slipped his finger out my soft place as he sat down on the edge, and as he lowered me gently onto his lap I could feel something much bigger pressing at my ring. A bolt of fear shot through me. Letting a guy suck you was okay, but letting one PLAY you? That was something else.

But I knew I wanted this, too.

I reached down and grabbed hold of his hot, thick length, loving the feel of it in my hand, and held it against my ring. I relaxed and pushed out, just like that hooker with the dildo had taught me, and my soft place opened around Brad's enormous throbbing shaft. He slipped into me with a wonderful pain, and began rocking me gently up and down with his powerful hips, grunting softly, keeping time with the rhythm of Mark's non-stop glorious sucking. I could see Mark was jerking off while he sucked me. Watching his hand run over his big, thick length only got me hotter. I wanted to touch it, to jerk it for him. But all I could do was clutch onto his head while he sucked me, running my hands over his cropped dark hair, then down onto his muscular shoulders and arms, trying so hard not to cum. But every touch of his beautiful body only took me closer to the edge. I tried to hang on, wanting it to last.

They could tell from my breathing that I was about to cum, and they kept me on the brink for what seemed like an eternity. I was powerless to resist, or to bring myself off sooner. It was a glorious agony. I was utterly in their thrall. Then, impossibly, incredibly, they increased the pace. I could feel Brad's hot breath on my neck, gasping and quickening as he approached his climax. I felt a huge load brewing in my nuts, then surging up into by body. And just when I thought I could take it no longer, when I thought I was about to pass out, they finally let me cum. I instantly shot what felt like a pint of hot cum deep into Mark's guzzling throat.

Wave upon wave of pleasure crashed through me as I emptied my nuts into his mouth, my length spasming wildly between his hot, slick cheeks. In the same instant, I heard Brad cry out and felt the hot jets of his cum surging into me. My soft place convulsed wildly around his length. His huge arms contracted around my torso, crushing the breath from me. I almost blacked out, which only intensified my orgasm, and I probably would have if not for the delicious sensation of Mark swallowing my seed, then toying the remnants off my length, swirling his tongue around the head in a way I found agonizingly erotic. It felt so good it hurt. I sat there, Brad's length still in me, his arms locked around me, gasping for breath, utterly unable to move. Mark stood up.

"There's one more thing for you to try, kid, " he smiled. I opened my eyes and saw him moving his 8-inch length towards my face. He hadn't cum yet, I realized, and despite everything I thought I knew about myself, I suddenly wanted that length in my mouth.

I wanted to suck it till he came, to feel his hot cum fill my mouth, to feel it slide down my willing throat. I reached out and grabbed his smooth round butt with both hands, pulling him to me.

My lips parted, my tongue was ready. But he stopped just an inch short of my mouth. He pointed his length down and, with two slow strokes, shot his hot creamy load onto my broad, hairless chest. Brad smeared it over my nipples and abs.

I looked up at Mark, questioningly.

"We have to save something for next time, " he smiled, and ruffled my hair. I heard Brad at my ear, laughing gently. He released me.

I stood up, savouring the unexpectedly wonderful feeling of Brad's length slipping out of me. "Well, guys, " I sighed. "I guess you got an answer to your question.

" We all laughed.

"So did you, Danny, " Mark smiled. "So did you."