This is a work of fiction.
I am bisexual. I suppose the only thing that sets me apart from millions of other bisexual men could be the fact that I have only ever had sex with blonds.
Ty
I think my next blond was Ty. It was either Ty or Clark. They both lived nearby, so who can really keep track all of these years later?
Ty was a runner. He would later be a big high-school track and field hero, but we were just 13 at the time, so, who can predict the future? What mattered was, he lived nearby, came over to the house to play video games after school, and is blond.
I'm not really sure exactly how we wound up sitting in the same chair, but we were playing video games, Ty was sitting between my legs and was really into the game. He was squirming this way and that. I think that was what put the idea in my head... the squirming... and his smell... he smelled really good.
I moved my arms around him and put the game controller on his crotch and he laughed (which got him killed in the game) but we played like that for the rest of the day. We continued this for a few weeks. Eventually Ty escalated by pulling his zipper down. It didn't take much more than that. While Ty played a game, I played with Ty...
Ty's dick is big and round. It was about the same length as mine, but much fatter. What really intrigued me, was he had a really weird nutsack. It was a huge mononut. Don't get me wrong, he had two testicles in there, but it looked like one single (huge) gonad.
Ty would play while I played with him. He was circumcised, like me. I had a constant hardon while he was between my legs. He got really agitated when he was close to coming and would pinch the end of his dick and run to the bathroom to spuge in the toilet. Ty, running with his trousers down around his knees was quite a sight.
As I mentioned earlier, Ty smelled really, really good. It was a nice, wholesome, kind of good. The kind that still reminds me of after school afternoons (if you can understand). It was his smell that really drove me to it. He had gotten out of the chair and had gotten into the habit of taking his jeans off. I had gotten into the habit of lying down, between his knees and holding him down (so he wouldn't pinch his dick and run to the toilet) and watching his face while he came.
A few weeks went by and he came in my mouth while I masturbated him. The next day, he sucked my cock. I was in heaven again! It was even better than Mitch's docking! True love and all that!
The first few times, there was entirely too much tooth. But hot, wet, everything I loved tooth. After a few days I was blowing him too (after we had the "talk" about how he wouldn't keep blowing me forever without a return favor). For years, literally many years we sucked each other off, progressed to 69ing and he was the first ass I ever came in. His dick was really fat, and I found it to be a bit of a stretch on my asshole, but it was okay. He would let me be on top and take my time, so that was great.
One time I will always remember was when Ty wanted to wear a blindfold. "okay, if you're sure, but it seems awfully creepy to me" I said
Ty replied "it'll be fun"
"Really?" I couldn't get my brain around it.
He pulled me over, and we 69ed. He was blindfolded, I would never let anyone put a blindfold on me. It was kinda creepily the best 69 I've ever had (not on a beach). But creepy all the same.
One year, we were assigned to the same gym class in shool. We had been fucking for a few years at that point. You know what really saved me from a lot of embarrassing moments in that class (because I could be hardon 24x7) was that there was a big jock in the class who would totally bone up every time he looked at Ty (should have tried that, but he wasn't blond and so wasn't my type). All of the other guys in the class would get hard seeing his wood, so it was a big red-faced year.
Years later, after I was away for a year as an exchange student, he was dating my old girlfriend Kate when I returned home. The three of us had a great senior year together. We never--as far as I know--told her about the two of us, but she liked to lick both of our dicks together, and that was fine by me. I kind of just disappeared for that year. We never planned what the three of us would do, and now I realize what a huge asshole I was. I basically ditched my two best friends for a year and when I went back, all I got was kinda "thanks for the postcard" and sex.
I remember camping out one time--just the two of us--and waking up in his arms the next morning with a migraine headache. It was torture, but he was really good about it. For those who have never had a migraine headache--and I hope you never do--it feels like you brain has gone rotten... all on purpose... I should have known the night before, just because it was too good. Anyway, Ty will always be my hero, because he hiked out, brought me ice and a bandana to put over my eyes, aspirin and coffee, threw away the vomit (I may never know exactly how he managed that), and was generally what no-one who hasn't had a migraine headache ever was for me. I had years of torment, and despite the copious vomit--ridicule, CAT scans, brain scans, teachers who said "Foul!" and general fuckedupedness... Thank you Ty.
I loved Ty--and still do--but life takes us where it will. I thank you for all of those years (and especially your smell).