TyLeR's True Story, How I Found Out My Older Brother Was Bisexual

As you know, I often write about my true experiences with other men. Four of my other true stories have been posted already at this site: "TyLeR's True Stories, New Beginnings and Parts 1, 2 and 3". I hope you have enjoyed reading them. If you have any comments, please e-mail me at: TyLeR_College_Wrestler@msn.com 

My name is TyLeR, and I'm a newly "bi", 20 year-old, college wrestling jock from Canada, 6'4" tall, 195 pounds of solid muscle, with long shoulder-length, light-blond hair and cobalt-blue eyes, a buff, hairy, jock body, and an 11-inch, uncut cock. I was born in Canada but raised in Bloomfield Hills, Michigan, and abroad. My parents own and operate an international advertising agency. My two older brothers, identical twins, Chandler and Christian, are 28 years old, married to sexy wives and have infant children. Chandler runs the Canadian offices in Toronto, and Christian runs the European offices in London, UK, of my Dad's company, headquartered in the United States. 

This story is about Christian. I often post my true stories on several websites for fun. One day, I was reading through some stories from other guys when I came across the following story. It was written by my brother Christian, revealing the circumstances of his first time with another guy, his best buddy Doug. I had no idea Christian was bisexual. I had always thought he was as straight as they came. I was shocked that he had posted a story, and that it was about his first time with another dude! 

I hope you enjoy reading this just as much as I did. 

Christian's Story

It was in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, spring break of our freshman year in university and maybe three nights into the weeklong siege of the beach. My best buddy Doug and I were damn near broke already and maybe had just enough money left to eat for the rest of our stay and get a couple of cheap tickets for a bus ride home, but that was it! We certainly didn't have any money to spare for even the cheapest of motel rooms. Doug and I, as well as our other college buddies, were staying at my parents' vacation condo along the shores of the Gulf of Mexico in Clearwater Beach, but a couple of our buddies decided we should all drive down here for a couple of days, so we took the car my parents always kept there and made the trip. The trouble is: Doug and I had met a couple of really hot babes on the beach and we got separated from our buddies, one of which had done the last stretch of driving down here and had my car keys, but, more importantly, from the car itself with all of our stuff in it! Our roundtrip plane tickets back to Canada, where we attended school, most of our traveling money, our clothes, and even our passports were all in our luggage in the trunk of the car! We had no idea where we were now, completely lost on the beach. The girls had even abandoned us. By nine o'clock, Doug and I were so drunk we couldn't even stand up so we curled into a blanket I'd salvaged from somewhere and crawled under a raised section of boardwalk and passed out. 

I don't know what time I woke up, but it must have been around midnight. A storm was whipping sand and misty rain over us, and the temperature had dropped. Thunder and lighting crashed all around us. I turned over to look down the beach and bumped into Doug huddled against me. He grunted. 

"Jesus! What's going on?" he growled. 

"Fuckin' storm, man," I told him. "We're 'bout to get our ass wet!" 

"Shit! I'm already soaked!" He tried to sit up and bumped his head on the wooden beams above us and fell back on top of me. He was a big guy, built like a line backer, 6'1" tall and weighed 190 lbs, with a smooth, well-defined, muscular body, short buzz-cut, sandy-blond hair, blue eyes, and a pair of dimples that made brackets around his grin. He was wearing nothing but a pair of jams. He was my age, 19 years old, although I was five months older than him. I was taller than he was at 6'4" and weighed 200lbs, with a buff, hairy body, short buzz-cut, light-blond hair and blue eyes. I lifted my blanket and made a tent for our heads. It was pretty miserable out especially with the tide starting to crash so close it sprayed us with spume. 

"Waves are getting higher, man. We got to get out of here!" he yelled in my ear and I could barely understand him. "Come on!" He was pulling on the blanket, and I had to stay with him or give up my thin protection. An explosion of lightening showed a flash of palm trees bending over. They looked ragged as wet cats. A parking lot was behind us across a low masonry wall. 

"There!" He pointed towards the cars. I caught his message, maybe a van was left unlocked or something. We struggled up and huddled together, the blanket hooding us from the cold pelting rain. Sand ate into the back of my knees and itched inside my waistband. 

We tried opening several car doors, but all were locked tight. I could just make out the narrow extension of roof that formed a shade over the patios outside each motel unit. I pointed and pulled him, we ran to scuttle under the few inches of protection. The motel was entirely dark. No streetlights showed anywhere. "The power must be out," I hollered. 

"No shit!" he yelled back. 

A gust of wind hit us and I turned my face to the wall. It was glass. A dim glow inside looked like a candle. Next time lightening flashed a startled face was staring at us from just inside the glass wall. I only had time to register the round, startled eyes and open mouth and it was dark, again. The wall moved against my face. It was a glass sliding door, and slowly opening. Doug grabbed my arm and pulled me through a narrow gap and the glass door slammed back shut. The noise of the storm wasn't so bad with the door closed. 

The sudden dry air and shelter from the wind was like a magical gift! 

"Oh, holy shit! Man! Thanks for letting us in! It's hell out there!" My buddy was suddenly laughing. "Jesus! I thought we were gonna get blown away!" 

"What the hell were you doing out in this weather? God, your skin is freezing!" Our host's voice was sweet and musical. He looked to be a man in his early-thirties, around 5'10" tall and 145 lbs, with a slightly hairy, dancer's lean body, short, curly, dark chestnut-brown hair, hazel eyes, and a well-trimmed mustache and goatee on his almost feminine face. He was obviously gay. He was undressed for bed, with just a pair of black silk boxers on. He was holding onto my buddy's arm, patting his massive shoulder and smiling. Standing behind him was another man in a pair of matching boxers, obviously his lover; he seemed to be in his late-twenties, around 5'11" tall and 150 lbs, with a smooth, muscular body, short reddish-brown hair, light-brown eyes, and a handsome, clean-shaven face. When the lightening flashed, I got an impression of the small room and two beds taking up most of the floor space, then it went black and seemed darker than before as my eyes reacted to the sudden contrast of bright and dark. 

It felt like a bad dream. We get saved from the storm by a couple of faggots. Damn, which was worse? I moved back from the patting hands, as they reached out for my arm. 

"We were sleeping on the beach. I don't know about him but I was pretty fuckin' drunk and had no idea a storm was coming," I explained. 

"Yeah, well, we didn't have any money for a motel room. Didn't have much choice but to camp out there...we were under the boardwalk. Hey," my buddy announced, "I'm Doug." He grabbed the man's hand and pumped then repeated the gesture with the man's lover. 

A moment later, the man turned away from Doug and looked directly at me, smiling broadly. "And what's your name, sweetie?" The way he said it, along with his feminine mannerisms, made me cringe. It was pretty clear to me that he was attracted to us in a big way. 

"Uh, Christian. How you doin'?" I shook the guy's hand, too. It was soft and warm and too damn clingy. I then shook his lover's hand, which was much stronger and firm. 

"I'm Jerry, and this is Kyle. You mean you boys spent all of your money on beer already?" he remarked, softly laughing. "We're here on vacation for a couple of weeks. I'm a professional dancer from New York.you know, Broadway musicals and the such.and Kyle is a fashion runway model." 

"Yeah, just about.but that's what spring break is all about, man," Doug laughed and put his arm around the little guy. It made me feel weird. Didn't Doug know the man was gay or what? I wanted to warn him, but didn't see how I could. I just kept backing away, getting more distance between us. "Christian and I, as well as our other college buddies, were staying in Clearwater Beach, but a couple of them decided we should all drive down here for a couple of days. Christian and I met a couple of really hot babes on the beach today and we got separated from our buddies and the car, totally lost. Our clothes and most of our cash and everything were in our bags in the trunk of the car." 

"Oh, my! So you college jocks are stranded," the man remarked. He brushed at Doug's shoulder. "You're covered in sand! And so cold! You're shivering. Both of you get under a hot shower and rinse off. It'll warm you up, too. There's plenty of towels ... I'll get the candle, over here..." and he picked up this thing off the dresser, a chunk of driftwood with some plastic flowers and a blue candle. It looked like a cheap decoration. I hoped the flowers didn't catch on fire. He led the way to a large bathroom and put the candle on the commode. His lover remained in the bedroom. 

"Get those wet clothes off, now, and rinse off the sand. You'll feel much better, I'm sure." His smile was close to a leer. Gave me the creeps! 

"Great! Just what I need, man!" and Doug shoved down his baggies and kicked off his heavy sandals. The bathroom didn't have a window and the lightening flashes were less blinding. My buddy was a sexy guy and he knew it. The girls loved him! His hair was plastered to his head and his blue eyes were glimmering from the light of the candle. He just looked likable, you know? Pleasant and friendly. I figured the man probably thought Doug was just a dumb jock, who had no idea the guy was checking out his naked body with more than friendly interest. I peeled off my tee shirt, stepped out of my wet sneakers, hesitated at my shorts. Our host glanced at me with a tight smile. The candle gleamed in his moist eyes. He knows I'm onto him, I thought. 

"I'll leave you to it, then," he said, obviously disappointed, and backed out of the bathroom watching me, then flipped his chin at the door. "I want a drink. Anybody else?" 

"Hell, Yeah!" Doug called after him. "Vodka if you got it, but I'll take anything you guys give me!" he replied and winked at me, happy as the hot water sprayed over his head and muscular body. 

I shoved my baggy shorts down but kept on my boxer-briefs. Doug grabbed my arm with a laugh and pulled me into the shower with him. "Loosen up, dude!" he spoke near my ear. "The man wants to see some skin, so let him look! What's it gonna cost you, huh?" He snapped the elastic waistband of my boxer-briefs. "He didn't have to let us in, did he? Show a little gratitude, for God's sake!" 

He made me feel like an idiot. Sure, he knew the guy was queer; he was handling it a lot better than me, that's all. So? He and his lover were little guys, they couldn't exactly rape us, could they? I began to relax, shoved down my boxer-briefs and tossed them to the tiled floor. Doug smiled up into my face. "That's better. Much better! We play this right and we may have a place to stay all week! Can you dig it?" 

He stepped out and grabbed a towel, scrubbed at his skin. His muscles bulged in the candle light as he bent and flexed. God, I wished I were smooth and built like that! I was a natural hairy jock, certainly not some smooth, shaved model-type. Doug, on the other hand, looked like a Calvin Klein model. He handed me the damp towel when I got out and he walked naked back to the bedroom, his large, limp, circumcised cock dangling heavily over his big, shaved balls. I couldn't be that casual, I wrapped the towel around me and tucked it tight. 

I faintly heard their voices as our hosts lustfully commented on my buddy's muscular body and gave him something to drink. It took me a few minutes to gain the courage to go out there. I brought the candle with me. They were all sitting together on one of the beds and the storm seemed less brutal, just a pounding rain and some wind rattled the patio doors. Doug was in the middle, leaning back on one elbow as he sipped on his drink, and the two gay guys were each sitting up beside him, obviously enjoying the display of nude male endowment. I put the light on the dresser and noticed Doug now had a half hard-on. I guess he liked showing off. 

The older guy, Jerry, held up his drink and pointed to the bar set up. "Help yourself, Christian. We started without you!" He grinned at Doug and got a smile in return. His silk shorts showed his interest clearly! I was embarrassed. I'd never bothered with gay men, just shrugged them off and ignored them. I'd heard stories about guys hustling them, getting money out of them and shit, but it never seemed like a thing I could do, you know? 

I poured myself a big triple-shot of vodka, wanting to get back to the relaxed and warm feeling I had when I crawled under the boardwalk. Sleep, oh God, I needed some sleep. I was aching all over and tired. I took a long gulp of the liquid heat. The warm shower and the vodka hit me at a weak spot. I topped off my glass and turned just in time to see the two gay guys jerk their hands back and giggle. 

Doug's face looked strangely flushed. He had his knees bent up and spread wide apart. The leg near me blocked my view but I could guess he was covering a big boner and the two fags had been playing with it. I shivered, maybe from the vodka or maybe with sheer disgust. How could my straight buddy let the fags touch his dick? I thought. I went to the window, tried to see out but there was nothing to see but the dark rain. I noticed the reflection from the dim candle and then I could see them, mirrored behind me. The two guys' hands had returned to Doug's cock and were gently playing with it, each taking turns, as they slowly stroked it and reached down to rub and squeeze his big balls, then they progressively got much more forceful and were soon really pounding their fists up and down along it. Doug involuntarily bucked his ass up off the bed and eagerly fucked the men's pumping fists with his now slippery cock, shining wet from his oozing precum in the candlelight. The men suddenly leaned their heads down over Doug's buff body. Were they both actually blowing him right there while I was just a few feet away? Had Doug lost his mind? He had a steady girlfriend back home. The guys' heads were now bobbing up and down, as they obviously took turns sucking Doug's throbbing cock and big balls. My whole body shook with disgust, as the knowledge of what they were doing sank in. I was in a weird state of shock and disbelief. I found it so hard to believe that someone as straight as my buddy Doug would actually let the fags suck his cock!