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Today’s Bisexual Thoughts:  In the Midnight Hour

02 Apr

It was a dark and stormy night.  No, really, it was!  It started out as an interesting Saturday morning because during the break between band practice and our home game starting, um, me and one of the girls snuck off for a different kind of break and it wasn’t the first time we’d had such a break.

We got done and returned to the band room to get into our uniforms so we could take the field for pre-game and the national anthem.  The game was going our way; we were well on our way to our second undefeated football season, we had a great halftime show and even the visitor’s band kicked it nicely.  Game’s over, another stunning shutout for us, a final reminder of rehearsals for Monday, and an hour later, I’m at home relaxing…

Until one of my fellow band mates called and asked if I could come by and help walk him through a piece of music we were to perform in jazz band.  I wasn’t doing anything so I went over and we spent hours going over his piece of the song.  In marching band and orchestra I played trumpet but for jazz band this week I was the drummer and while ya might think I couldn’t help him with his sax piece, he was having an issue with the timing through one set of riffs we were to perform.

At one point, we almost jumped out of our skins when a huge bolt of lightning flashed, followed by a blast of thunder that seemed to shake the whole house and I said that maybe I should try to head home… but his parents said it would be best if I stayed put because it was raining so badly that all you could see out of the windows was a lot of rain, like, you couldn’t see cars parked at the curb kind of rain,

A call home to advise my mom I’d be staying put until the storm passed and the two of us spent the intervening time talking music, gossiping, stuff like that.  After a nice dinner, the storm was still raging anditmwas decided that I’d spent the night just to be safe, that and the street he lived on was underwater thanks to backed up drains.  He was elated, saying he’d been wanting to ask if I could do a sleepover with him; I’d just shrugged, smiled, and said something about being a captive audience.  The thing I’d noticed, though, is that he went from being kinda laid back to being just a little weird or, honestly, not acting like the guy I knew from school.

The storm isn’t showing any intent to ease up and with nothing else to do, we went to his room and got ready for bed.  He’d offered me a set of PJs to sleep in but, um, when I tried them on, well, I was too tall for them and we both spent some time laughing at how ridiculous I looked.  So, clad in only my T-shirt and underwear, we climbed into bed and, I swear, if you didn’t know we were boys, you’d swear we were a couple of very chatty girls!

If you think girls can gossip, whew, you probably haven’t heard guys do it…

After a while, we ran out of stuff to talk about around 11 or so, right about the time we were told to stop yapping and go to sleep. So I’m sleeping and, wow, I’m having one hell of a dream and one that was feeling really good, if ya know what I mean.  I’m not sure what made me open my eyes but when I did, uh, nope – that really good feeling wasn’t because I’d been dreaming – it was because my band mate wasn’t happily sucking on my dick!

Okay, didn’t see this coming… or maybe I did when I noted the change in his mood but dismissed it, forgot it, whatever.  He’s kinda draped across me with is back to me and he’s sucking me as slowly and as gently as he could so as to not awaken me except, of course, he didn’t know I was wide awake now and watching him.  For a moment, I played with the thought of saying – and very loudly – “Hey!  What are you doing?’

I decided against it though because, duh, it was pretty damned obvious what he was doing.  Do y’all know how hard it is to fake like you’re asleep when something like this is going on?  I was trying very hard to keep myself still, resisting that natural urge to fuck his mouth, squirm, blurt out an obscenity, and other such stuff that was made even more difficult because, oh, shit, he’s gonna make me cum!

I couldn’t stop the moan from escaping as I shot my load into his mouth; likewise, I couldn’t do a damn thing about how my body was reacting to my release but despite those things, he continued to assume I was sound asleep as he gave me a couple of parting sucks, rolled over, and settled down himself.  I thought that had he turned and faced me, he would have found me staring back at him and that would have probably made things more interesting because I was more than motivated to return the favor.

But I didn’t; I just faked like I was turning over in my sleep (in case he was still awake) and really went back to sleep, all the while thinking that just when you think you know someone, you learn that you really don’t.

The next morning after breakfast, I’m ready to head home and he volunteered to walk me halfway, not that I had far to go to begin with.  We’re walking along when he stops, looks at me, and says, “I, um, I’ve got something to tell you.”

I played dumb; wasn’t hard to figure out what that something was so I asked, “What’s that?”

“Um, ah, shit, while you were asleep, I gave you a blowjob,” he said, his face coloring.

“I know,” I said, seeing no reason to mess with him about it.  “I thought I was dreaming but when I woke up…”

“You were awake?” he asked.

“Yeah, and you don’t know how bad I wanted to do the same thing to you,” I said.  “It was really good, too.”

He was smiling and, I guess, feeling relieved over my response and when we reached the halfway point,,we,agreed that we should spend the night together again and soon.

And we did two weeks later and let’s just say neither of us got any sleep that night…

 
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Posted by on 2 April 2017 in Today's Bisexual Thoughts

 

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2 responses to “Today’s Bisexual Thoughts:  In the Midnight Hour

  1. Les Brooklynite

    2 April 2017 at 07:45

    That really pulled me in. Nice story!

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