I always knew I wasn’t “Straight”, so for me, what happened isn’t that much of a surprise.I am 6 foot tall, I weigh a little more than I maybe...need to, but I am comfortable with my body, I am quite muscular though. My friend is as tall as me, he is very muscular and handsome. He keeps himself in shape and also has quite the good fashion sense. It all started with me telling my friend that I am Bisexual when we were sitting outside, having a drink and listening to some music.We always love to do. Glancing at her fishnets, I stare at her g-string that was not visible and nestled in between her curvy ass. " I be shit. And she calls me a perv for looking at porn." I thought to myself. She turned as I got a view of the front of her outfit. Her outfit was cut out so her 38c tits were exposed, as she rubbed some lotion on. Hearing a door shut, she quickly went to livingroom, as I heard her mumble," OK its showtime!" I heard the first guy ask if it was just her home, as another guy said. The other day wasn’t a good time for introductions.” Her face was red, and she seemed fidgety.Larry stepped forward and held his hand out. Josh shook it, a bit too firmly. He was at least four inches taller than Larry and in incredible, athletic condition. His muscles bulged out of his sleeves and rippled.“Hi Larry,” Josh said with a deep, baritone voice. “Sorry to shock you the other day.”Larry tried not to show that his hand was sore and smiled. “Oh, yeah, no worries. Sorry for getting the. My hands were now moving down to your shoulders and I traced a playful and evocative line towards your breasts. Touching them, squeezing them, pulling on them, gently and then with a little more f***e as we continue to kiss deeply, and passionately. Your hands are behind my head, you don’t want to let go, you love the way I taste in your mouth. My hands are now reaching in under your T, i can feel your amazing firm gorgeous breasts in my hands, my heart is racing, I’m so wet that I can feel it.