Date: Sat, 1 Jul 2017 13:58:51 -0400
From: oldhippie1949 <oldhippie1949@gmail.com>
Subject: An Amazing Reunion

An Amazing Reunion (bisexual/enccounters)

The following story is 100% true. I have been wanting to tell this story
for years and now I have the opportunity. I once submitted it to another
site but they would not print it due to the childhood section. Here it is
in its entirety for the first time. I hope you enjoy it. Send comments to
oldhippie1949@gmail.com. copyright2004 The Ol' Hippie.

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I first learned about about sex from my friend Bob. It was the late 1950's
and we were both about eleven or twelve at the time. Riding bikes, playing
ball and exploring the nearby woods filled our summer days. It was while we
were deep in the woods by a stream that my education began.

I was a typical kid just beginning to grow hair in funny places. Bob was
more mature than I was for our age. He was about a foot and a half taller
than I and more developed. Well, one summer day when we were playing in the
woods, we
both had to pee so we unzipped and peed in the creek. Standing next to him,
I was amazed at the large size of his penis and the hair around it. He
caught me staring with my jaw agape. He smiled.

I commented that my dick was so small compared to his. He invited me to
take a closer look. He asked me if I jerked off. He offered to guide a
science experiment. I didn't know what that meant so he preceded to show
me. We sat on the bank of the creek and pulled our pants down.

He looked at my thin little cock, "Oh yeah, you're growing hair."

He felt my cock and I did nothing. I was frozen in fear and curiosity. He
stroked it a few times until it started to get stiff. "Just keep doing
that."

We stroked our cocks. His was so big and stiff. Mine was so small and
stiff. But, damn, it felt good. We pulled at our cocks until both of us
shot arcs of white gob into the water. It felt great. I'd never felt that
inner release of tension coupled with inexplicable joy. It was a
revelation. My penis had game.

Bob explained to me why it happened and what it was for, like the excellent
Science student that he was. He also said that we should keep this new info
and our science experiment a secret between just us. From that moment, my
life changed forever.

I was just a typical kid, nothing special. Half my life seemed to revolve
around riding my black and red Schwinn around the neighborhood looking for
a baseball game. I had lots of friends and I rode from house to house. That
summer, I began to blossom. I grew taller, hairier and I noticed I was
gaining some weight, too.

Not long after the incident with Bob, I stopped at one of my friends,
Christine. As it was a hot day, we dipped into her above-ground pool for a
dip. Christine was beginning to develop breasts and, in a naive way, I
teased her about them. She didn't like it and we began to wrestle in the
pool. Growing up in a house full of women, I was careful not to touch her
in those places I'd been warned about. Christine, however, took hold of my
penis and
told me to stop wrestling or she would break it off. I stopped. We splashed
and laughed for a while and then got out to dry off. Moving into the house,
we began to talk about sex and the changes we were going through. Soon, we
were playing "doctor". I remember Christine pulling my swimsuit down and
touching my penis gently. I also remember touching her budding breast and
gently rubbing a soft downy pubic hair that was coming in. I will always
remember this scene as she was my first female. But then we heard her
mother pull up. We hurriedly dressed and ran into the kitchen for a snack.
For several months after that, Christine had an ongoing interest in the
growth of my pubic hair. A year later, her parents enrolled her in Catholic
school and our friendship waned. Over the years, I would see her
occasionally but it was never the same. She was but a fond memory.

I have another fond memory of my fifteenth year. I worked part-time at a
beach club by the ocean. On rainy days, we went around a swept the private
cabanas. I was sweeping the front of Meryl's cabana, when she invited me
in. Meryl has older, a college student. That afternoon, she introduced me
to marijuana and then easily seduced me. That afternoon, she taught me to
eat pussy like a champ, a lesson I learned well.

My friendship with Bob continued. Over the next few years, I had developed
into a handsome young man with a handsome package in my pants. Bob showed
me many things to do with it. Many memories have faded over the years but
one image stands out. I was at Bob's house. His family was gone for the day
and he was supposed to be helping me with my science homework, which was a
regular excuse to be with him. I recall us naked and in his bed
sixty-nining, sucking each other's penis and swallowing each other's cum. I
remember how his eight-and-a-half-inch cock slid across my tongue and down
my throat. I remember how his tight sphincter squeezed my cock into his
bowels. He was my first fuck. As I said, Bob had taught me much and I have
always held his lessons in high regard, to say the least.

While I enjoyed this sex with Bob, I was far more interested in girls and I
seemed to balance my secret in my head. I was fascinated in boobs and that
wet slice down there in a far different way than I was in Bob's cock. In
high school, I had become somewhat of a romeo with the ladies when suddenly
Bob's family moved away and our friendship dissolved. In a sense, I was
glad because I could devote my attention to chasing skirts and not worry
about those other secret things I was doing with Bob. While I loved the sex
with Bob, I knew to keep that information deeply under wraps. That part of
my life was in the past and the future looked very wet and juicy. I never
went looking for tail, it always found me. Apparently, word had gone around
that I was somewhat of an excellent lover and, as they say, my dance card
was continally filled.

During the ensuing years, I had several male encounters and several
bisexual threesomes. As a hippie in the late-sixties, this open sex life
was great. Free Love! I remember hitching across the country and having to
blow the driver in return for which he returned the favor. I played
hard-to-get, "gee-I've-never-done-this-before" but he should have only
known how much I savored his pent-up sperm cocktail.

It was in Yellowstone that I camped for a few days with a traveling hippie
commune, pyschedelic busses and all. I recall that on the first night,
about thirty men and women got naked around a bonfire and did mushrooms.
The next day, I found myself awakened in a bed with a man and woman. We
were naked. He was sucking on my morning wood and I was enjoying his slow
blow and deep tongue manipulation. I especially liked it when he lifted my
hips and rimmed my rosebud asshole, another first. She woke up and turned
to watch him. She was a hippie chick and literally looked like the
stereotype; long brown hair, big rounds breasts with nice nipples and a
bushy jungle between her legs. She looked up at me and I was smiling as
only a blowjob recipient can.  She got up and turned around so her knees
straddled my head. Slowly, she placed her muff on my face and slid around
it. I smelled her strong aroma but all I felt was hair. I forced my hands
up into her crotch and parted the hair until I found her bubbling cunt. It
took a few more minutes to find her clit through the forest primeval but
well worth the expedition. She was now squeezing my head with her thighs
and I had to force her to spread her legs further apart as I pulled her ass
down. She was moaning on my cock as she licked the rod while he worked the
head. She began to cum on my face, dripping down off her matted bush. I
began to cum as they fought for my seed and were both suitably rewarded by
a recreation of Ol' Faithful splattering their faces. That was my first
Yellowstone threesome and that was just the first night.

I was with this group for a week. We roamed through Montana and Idaho until
we reached their final destination in southern Oregon. During that trip, I
discoved all sorts of new tricks and experienced many sexually liberating
events.

It ended a few years later when I married and had children. My fiancee,
another hippie, turned into a traditional suburban wife. Except for a
steamy affair with an old flame, I was monogamous and happy, or happy
enough. I had calmed down, too. While my sex life was good, it was
traditional and often boring. I continued to masturbate regularly over the
years, often reading bisexual stories.

Still, I was surprised when my wife asked for a divorce. I discovered that
she was having a long affair with a friend of mine. His wife had thrown him
out, my wife threw me out - it was time for a change. It took me no time to
bounce back and the first thing I rediscovered was my sexuality, my true
nature.

A year ago, I was invited to speak at a convention up at the state capitol.
My
expertise on the growing use of the internet and the great success of my
software company made me a sought after guest speaker. I was a pioneer in a
nascent technology and industry. It was heady stuff.

So here I was, alone in my room. The organization had booked me into a
beautiful corner suite and it had taken me no time to set up my laptop to
do some work. I couldn't concentrate. I was feeling a bit lonely and horny
so I dressed and went down to the bar. I needed to be around humans.

As I entered the bar, I scanned the room to see any familiar faces. I
recognized Bob immediately. He had grown older, to be sure, but his
features were the same. I headed right toward him and hugged him. We were
excited at seeing each other again after nearly thirty years.

Bob introduced my to his wife who looked at me quite astonished and asked,
"Are you the same person who used to ride his bike over to my house and
swim in my pool?" Holy shit! Bob had married Christine!

She was his third wife, he her second husband. They married 10 years before
and had a large expanded family. They lived nearby and every so often would
escape their houseful of teenagers, take a hotel room for the night and
engage in their fun. Bob explained that when they had privacy, they tended
to get loud. Christine blushed. I explained my presence in the hotel and we
renewed old ties. The drinks flowed freely. After a while, Bob asked if I
was interested in smoking some pot. Since I'd brought some good stuff with
me, I invited them up to my suite.

Once in the suite, we lit up. I went over to the bar and starting
pouring. We laughed and swapped stories. Our stories got juicier as we
got higher. I began to notice how sexy Christine had become. I told her
how shapely she had become since those days in her pool. She told him all
about how we used to play "doctor". She laughed and told Bob that I was the
first boy who ever felt her up and whose penis she touched. Bob laughed and
said, "Me too!" Christine's eyes opened wide and asked for further
explanation. Bob told her that he had taught me how to jerk off and that
for a few years, we'd meet for sucking sessions. I was quite embarassed and
uncomfortable about his bringing this information up but he seemed easy
about it and she seemed intrigued. Christine told us how in Catholic school
and in college she's had a couple of lesbian encounters. As she reminisced
in detail about eating her college roommate, my embarassment waned as my
woody grew.

I excused myself to pee (mostly to settle down). When I returned Bob said,
"You know, Gary, we had lots of fun but Christine sucks my cock better than
you ever did."

Feeling a bit feisty, I responded, You know, I've had lots of blowjobs over
the years but nobody ever sucked my cock as well as you."

Christine opined, "Now that I'd like to see!"

I suddenly got the sense that they had planned this while I was in the
john. Naturally, I decided to play hard to get. I stalled. I lit another
joint, refilled my glass of vodka and sat down between them. Christine
asked me to shotgun the joint for her so I inverted it my mouth, she parted
her lips and I
blew the smoke into her mouth. As I pulled the joint from my mouth, she
kissed me and exhaled the smoke back to me. She caught me offguard but I
returned the kiss in kind and we swapped spit and tongue. My hand was under
her breast. I looked over at Bob, who was now sitting with his fly open and
stroking his at least 10-inch monster dick.

"Your dick was always big and that some things don't change. Christine,
you're so petite. How do you put that big thing in you?"

"Very easily." Christine leaned over my lap and took his dick into her mouth
all the while making loud slurping noises. Bob groaned and leaned back. I
began to rub her back and her fine ass as she ground her tits into my
crotch. My dick was hard as she rubbed against it.

Then she picked her head up, looked at Bob and said, "This is hardly fair."
The next thing I know, the two of them are undressing me. Now I was wearing
only my boxers. Each of them leaned over and took a nipple while their
hands stroked my cock. I leaned back and drifted into the bliss.

"Now, this isn't fair," as I began to unbutton Christine's blouse.

She said, "Let's do this right" and we headed for the bedroom.

In a heartbeat, we were naked and rolling around. Christine's body was trim,
shapely and well-toned. Her breasts were nice round B-cups, her belly was
flat and her pubes were bare. I leaned over and began to lick her clit. Her
scent was strong and it filled the room. I felt a strong hand rub my balls
and then a mouth encompass my dick. I knew it was Bob.

Christine pulled away from me to watch her husband expertly suck on me. "I
want to watch."

I reached over and began to fondle Bob. His cock and balls were shaved and
his skin felt silky to my touch. His girth filled my fist. I did this for a
few minutes until he moved his body closer to me. My face was now inches
from his cock. I took some tentative swipes at the head and then began to
suck on his cock seriously. Here we were, sixty-nining again just like in
our childhood. I wrapped my hands around his ass and rolled on top of him.
His soft spongy head filled my mouth and I couldn't take it all in. I
licked along the vein. I sucked in his testicle. I pumped his dick while
pulled a few inches down my throat. This was fabulous. We were little kids
again and we reveled in each other.

This went on for about a half hour. I looked over at Christine who was idly
stroking her pussy and hyponotically staring at us. Bob suddenly let go of
my cock and started to grunt.

"Oh, fuck, that feel so good. Suck it. Ah-ah-ohhhhh." He began to cum in
strong hot bursts and it instantly rekindled memories of his taste. I
swallowed it all and let his dick go limp between my lips. I looked over at
Christine. Her eyes were glued to her husband and her hand was deep in her
pussy. She had one finger in her ass. Then she began to lick my balls and
under my shaft. The sensations were exceptional and I began to shoot into
the air, the long strand of cum landing on my belly. Chistine began to
groan and cum hard, her juices flowing down her legs.

We spent that night fucking every which way. Bob was right about Christine
being an expert cocksucker. Bot I was also right about his expertise. I
would say that one of my best orgasms ever was while my cock was lodged in
her ass as Bob sucked my balls. Another was when she sat on his cock while
I fucked his ass. That time we had a cascade of orgasms.

During rest periods, our conversation was constantly funny as we told our
sexual histories to each other. I told them that athough it was so many
years ago, the smell of her aroused pussy and the taste of his milky cum
brought back so many memories. At four am, we made a sandwich of Christine,
me in her ass and Bob in her cunt. She took every damn inch of him down to
the root and I could feel it all sliding just a membrance away. We each
came one more time and then called it a night.

Happy to have had such an exciting night, we kissed goodbye and they left.
The next morning, after little sleep, I felt invigorated and gave a great
presentation.

I never saw them again. I tried to call but they were unlisted. Since that
time, I have jerked off to the memories of that night many times...just as
I am doing now.