In a private conversation outside of imagefap with another imagefap member I was asked when I realized I was bi and what my earliest bi experiences were.

Up until that point I had never really thought about it as I had considered myself bi as long as I can remember.

I realized I liked men (as opposed to boys) as well as girls when I was at secondary school and would have been about 14.

I lived in a village about 10 miles south of Norwich (England) but went to school in Norwich. There I met John, who became a lifelong friend and bi lover. Sadly John died in a motorcycle accident about 3 years ago.

John was the same age as me and lived in a village about 3 miles from where I lived so we remained friends out of school as well as our villages were in easy cycling distance of one another.

John lived with his mother and his younger sister and his father and mother had split up when he was very young. When puberty hit us John seemed to grow up quicker than the other boys at school. When we showered after sports it was obvious that John was getting more body hair than the rest of us for instance. I realized that what I was more interested in was the nice cock that he had dangling between his legs, which was bigger than mine and bigger than that of the other boys.

John was good looking and had plenty of girls after him and as I was his best friend this helped me out as well! It was obvious that we both liked girls.

This was the mid 1970s and at that time in the UK on Saturday afternoons wrestling was shown on TV. Even before then I had realized that I enjoyed watching men, wearing nothing but trunks, wrestling and in close contact with each other. With puberty I found that watching wrestling made my cock hard. I knew that I liked girls but then realized I also liked men. I didn’t necessarily like boys my own age in a sexual way but I definitely liked men.

I had been enjoying the feeling of playing with my own cock for some years but now at 14 I began wanking on a regular basis. John had got a softcore girlie mag from somewhere (probably Mayfair) and we enjoyed looking through the pics and admitted to each other that they made our cocks hard, but that was as far as it went. We also used to watch wrestling on a Saturday afternoon together and I longed to ask John if watching it made his cock hard like it did me but I didn’t know how he would react. Being male and liking men and boys was a real stigma in those days especially at school although in my case I knew that I still liked girls as well.

One day while we were out cycling me and John saw a carrier bag laying in a ditch and could see that it wasn’t empty. The ditch was dry so we got in and got the bag out. It was full of porn mags. These mags were different to the ones we had seen. They weren’t what we would call hardcore (although we had no concept of that in those days) but they did have pictures of naked men in them, with women, although none of the men had erect cocks. Me and John stashed our collection somewhere safe and dry and we spent many hours flicking through the mags.

At some point we got talking about the men in the mags and I found myself admitting that the sight of the naked men made my cock hard. I was surprised when John said they made his cock hard too! I emphasized to him that I still liked girls but that men aroused me as well and also told him that watching wrestling also aroused me. I expected that to be the end of our friendship then but John took what I had told him in his stride.

One weekend John’s mother and his sister were going out for the day and weren’t due back until late. John had promised his mother that he would look after the house and she was pleased that I was coming round too. On the way I collected our mag stash and when I got round to Johns we locked the doors and went upstairs. We went to his bedroom and began looking through the mags. Probably because were indoors at his and with the doors locked and we knew that we wouldn’t be disturbed he suggested that we wank together.

I watched as he unzipped and pulled his cock out. It was erect of course and looked huge to me. I did the same. John’s cock was obviously about 2 to 3 inches bigger than mine but he suggested that we compared them. We ended up naked below the waist trying to hold our cocks together and of course when they touched it sent a thrill through me.

We decided to strip off completely and were completely at ease wanking our own cocks in front of each other as we looked through our mags.

After this we often used to wank together, even when watching the wrestling when we got a chance and this eventually led to us wanking each other.

When we were about 15 my aunt Pat (actually my mother’s cousin but as she lived in the same village I always called her aunt) moved into a remote farmhouse near to the village that John lived in. Pat was considered the black sheep of the family. Despite being married to Paul she worked as a prostitute, mainly in Norwich, and this is presumably how she could afford to rent such a large house. Paul worked as a lorry driver and had spent some time in prison.

One day while me and John were out cycling an American car overtook us and then stopped and out got my uncle Paul. With my interest in men I instantly took a fancy to my uncle Paul. Although he was dressed it was obvious that he was very muscular and his tattooed arms were covered with hair and I could see that he had a very hairy chest as well.

He obviously knew me and I introduced him to John. Although I had heard already he told me that he and Pat had just moved into a farmhouse and asked if me and John wanted to earn some extra pocket money but helping him out around the place. The farm was no longer being used as such but he had a big lawn that needed cutting and gardening that needed doing and had some other things that he needed help with. Of course me and John were always looking for ways of earning some money so we eagerly agreed.

It was summer so we regularly visited the farm in the evenings as well as the weekends. We loved going in the evenings in particular as we got to see my aunt Pat going to work, dressed in a tight top, miniskirt, black nylons and high heels. John told me that he fancied my aunt Pat and I admitted that I did too and I also told him that I liked my uncle Paul too.

Paul was always getting visits from other men and we found out that a lot of these men were men he had met in prison but that he had also done some amateur wrestling and that some of these men were still wrestlers, although not the ones we saw on TV.

Sometimes Paul would go out in the evening as well, leaving me and John doing the odd jobs he was paying us for.

By this time we were on our long summer holiday and with no homework to do we were spending more time at the farm and staying until late. If both Pat and Paul were out we had to wait until one of them got back anyway as we didn’t have a key to lock up.

Pat was never back early and Paul would usually not get back until at least 11 so me and John took to exploring the farmhouse. It was a big place but the one room we were both eager to explore was Pat and Paul’s bedroom! It didn’t take us long to find Pat’s sexy undies of course along with her miniskirts and skimpy tops and we even took a pair of her black stockings which we used for wanking purposes.

In a bedside cabinet and in the bottom of the wardrobe we found uncle Paul’s porn mag stash! For the first time we saw hardcore porn! These were foreign mags and while a lot featured men and women there were others which featured men and men, some with boys about our own ages and some with men and boys or men with young girls. Me and John loved them all and started to borrow a few at a time, so that we could wank over them in private.

It would probably have been the summer of 1977 by then and my uncle needed to fence off a large area of land near the farmhouse as my aunt wanted to buy a horse. This meant me and John working with him almost full time for that summer and with the hot weather the three of us usually ended up working in nothing but shorts and boots but me and John didn’t mind as we got to see more of uncle Paul’s muscular tattooed body!

One day when we were taking a break my uncle Paul confronted us. He told us he knew that we had been taking his mags (although we had been bringing them back). Me and John started to apologize and panic but uncle Paul just laughed and said it was OK but that we should have asked. He then started asking us what we thought of them and we admitted that we liked all of them including the ones with men and men, and men and boys.

Quite casually uncle Paul told us that he liked men and women and that this had started when he had been in prison and during this conversation me and John learned that this was called bisexual.

When we had finished working and my aunt Pat had gone out we all got talking again and me and John both admitted that we liked men and girls as well and even told Paul that we liked him in that way.

Uncle Paul ended up standing in front of us and pulled his shorts and pants down to reveal one of the longest cocks I have ever seen, dangling down over a big pair of hairy balls, with the root of his cock nestling in a thick forest of hairs. Me and John ended up showing uncle Paul our cocks as well, which were erect of course! Uncle Paul let us play with his big cock and this was the first time that I had touched a man’s cock. I have never looked back since!

By the end of that summer me and John had learned how to lick and suck uncle Paul’s cock and had made him shoot his load many times. He played with our cocks as well of course! Uncle Paul also got me and John interested in cross dressing after seeing uncle Paul wearing black stockings and one of aunt Pat’s suspender belts.

So by the time I was 15 I was already very definitely bi!