Ever play that game "Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon"? In the world of gay/bi/pan guys in small town, you can kind of do a similar game, "Six Degrees of Local Dick". It's less entertaining than the other game, and can lead to all sorts of weirdness. Now, as I've said before, my wife and I are open about our sexuality. She and I are both bi, we both play outside the relationship. I'm more outgoing, but she has more opportunities with her circle of gals/guys. Because I'm more outgoing, I tend to find the occasional friend on cruise sites. Which is where I found myself last Thursday night. I eschew the phone in favor of computer stuff...I type faster than text. If you're around here, and you're a guy, you know some sites...squirt, adam4adam, manhunt (feel free to comment with your favorite). I was chatting with a guy on Squirt who was local, friendly, seemingly bright. We chatted for some time and agreed to meet up the next morning for coffee. We met outside of, of all places, Dunkin Donuts. It was at that point I knew I'd fucked up. See, like I said, 6 Degrees...except sometimes it drops down to 2. About 3 months ago, I'd hooked up with a guy named Len. Nice guy, seemed like a decent situation. Partnered with an older guy, but still on the DL about fun outside the relationship. I respected it...I mean, it's not my place to make judgement on someone else's relationship or reasonings...I know for me, things work out. That might not be everyone though. Well, the guy buying me coffee was the other half of that partnership...the one who "Just wouldn't understand". At first, I thought Len had been outed, and the guy just wanted to get a feel for me. Was I the kind of guy who was a jerk? Nasty? Gross? After five minutes of discussion, I realized that no, he was actually looking for action. If I was younger and more mercenary, I might've jumped on that particular opportunity. This time, I felt a bit more like trying to make something right than feel good. So I asked him about his situation, and got almost the same response that I'd gotten from Len about his relationship. "I just don't think he'd get it." I told him that I didn't feel right about it, and that if he wanted to fool around, tell his partner as much. Maybe he'd be surprised. We'll have to see how things turn out.
So I went to my favorite cruising spot early around 3:00am. I figured I could catch a few trucker cocks before they took off. But, there was no one there! Except for this one guy who was about to leave the bookstore and was checking out my ass and had a face like "Damn. Just when I'm about to leave." So I waited in the empty theater wishing I was like the girl in the porn video sucking on 3 different cocks. I hit 'the tipping point' and just ate cum from the paper towels in the trash. Yes, its unpleasing. But I wanted cock!
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I've been bi now for >30 years, practicing...I'm sure I was born this way, but I'm more of the mentality that actual action trumps wants. Anyhow, I came to grips with things a long time ago. I've also been completely honest with people from minute 1. I don't go into my sexuality at work or at my book club, because it doesn't have any bearings on those locales. However, if someone asks me, point blank, I'll tell them without hesitation...provided it's prudent. If my boss asks, I'll say, "I don't see why it's any of your business.", after all, I'm not fucking him. One thing I [B]have[/B] done now for a long time is counsel young folks who're confused or bothered by their feelings. My take on it is that I'm not going to push anyone anywhere, that these kids MAY just be confused, they MAY just find an attraction disturbing. You don't have to be gay to realize David Beckham is hot, and it sometimes confuses kids. Sometimes, though, it's worse. They [B]have[/B] been pressured in their past to do something with someone, and it's clouded their judgement. ...Oh, and by the way, I'm just their to help confused/bothered kids...I would NEVER, under ANY circumstances take advantage of that... So here I am, at a counseling session with five kids. 3 girls, 2 guys. 2 of the girls are completely comfortable with being lesbian, they just have a hard time dealing with the stigma. The other girl and the 2 boys are bi, and don't know where they are in their world, one of the boys, over coffee, mentioned he feels "Lost". This is where the pet peeve comes in. See, he feels lost because he doesn't know what to call himself. Is he bi? Is he homo-romantic with heterosexual urges? Is he straight sexually, but can only relate to other men? His lost feeling doesn't come from his desires, he's grounded in the idea that he likes screwing girls and guys, but likes dating guys...he's just lost because he doesn't know what to call himself. I spent the better part of a night explaining how I view things to him. Too often, we have to label shit. We have to label ourselves. We go to so many lengths to fully bracket who we are that we fall out of the ability to 1. enjoy it and 2. find a way out of it. Think about it, we're all here on this bisexual site, where we talk about how we do this or that, if we're "more than incidentally" bi or straight, yadda yadda. When we go to the polls, we're Republican or Democrat. When we chat with people, we're Conservative or Liberal or Progressive...we define what church we go to, how often we go to it, and place ourselves in a ranking based on a scale of heathen to pope. Why do we do this? I mean, we have people in our lives who love us without any of that labeling mattering at all. We go through our world every day by people who are polar opposites of where we are, and those labels don't matter enough to physically attack them...and if they DO matter enough, your priorities are shit. So what do I tell this kid, to make him able to cope with his life? I tell him that the most important thing about Labels is that they're not necessary. Is he Bi? Is he mostly gay? Why the fuck should it matter, that's my answer. If you just drop the labels from your life, if you say that you're this way about some things, but that way about others, it doesn't mean you're lost, it just means you're an individual...you're unique...which is how you're supposed to be...different from the other 7 Billion people on the rock. Just be who you are, and try not to hurt anyone in the process.
[FONT=trebuchet ms][COLOR=#000000]This is a true story from events on the 2nd time I sucked his cock. The other time he finished with the condom still on. I never considered myself gay, but bi-curious, as many stories here start out, after looking at porn and seeing the girls suck or get fucked and accepting cum, my fixation started to move from wanting to do those things to the girls to wanting to be one of those girls. To have a cock in my mouth, to have someone cum all over me, in me, to feel what it is like to have a cock cum in my mouth. I haven't done all of those things yet, but here is the first (and so far only) time I got a facial. [URL="http://bicuriousdating.wix.com/gay-dating-sites#!A-Facial-Cumshot-Story-about-BiCurious-Guy/h7kei/56e6504e0cf26fe0ac6a9989"][I]Read More >>[/I][/URL][/COLOR][/FONT] [ATTACH=CONFIG]41326[/ATTACH]
[FONT=trebuchet ms][COLOR=#000000]This is a true story from events on the 2nd time I sucked his cock. The other time he finished with the condom still on. I never considered myself gay, but bi-curious, as many stories here start out, after looking at porn and seeing the girls suck or get fucked and accepting cum, my fixation started to move from wanting to do those things to the girls to wanting to be one of those girls. To have a cock in my mouth, to have someone cum all over me, in me, to feel what it is like to have a cock cum in my mouth. I haven't done all of those things yet, but here is the first (and so far only) time I got a facial. [URL="http://bicuriousdating.wix.com/gay-dating-sites#!A-Facial-Cumshot-Story-about-BiCurious-Guy/h7kei/56e6504e0cf26fe0ac6a9989"][I]Read More >>[/I][/URL][/COLOR][/FONT] [ATTACH=CONFIG]41325[/ATTACH]
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Although there were so many different couples on the job who were fucking, there were others who weren't involved with anyone else. One of those was Lee, a slender little guy, maybe 5'5", who pretty much kept to himself. It wasn't at all unusual to walk into our break room and find some couple fooling around. One day Lee walked in when my lover Loretta and I were kissing. I had my arms around her firmly gripping her fine little ass. Lee was obviously flustered, but asked if anybody could get in on that. We both said, "Sure," reached out and pulled him between us. Loretta started teasingly unbuttoning his shirt and I reached for his belt buckle. Lee got flustered, pulled out from between us and after getting what he wanted, left the room. Loretta commented that she thought Lee was really turned on by my acting like I was going to undo his pants. There was a stash of porn magazines hidden in our storage room. A little of everything, straight, gay, lesbian, bi. Lee had heard that it was there, had looked but couldn't find. He asked if I would show him where it was. We went to the storage room and I dug the pile out of its hiding place, making sure there was a gay mag on top. Lee picked it up and started turning through the pages of pics of men sucking and fucking. I could see his cock starting to swell, ran a finger around the outline of it then closed my hand around it. Lee pulled away. I apologized, saying I was sorry and that I thought he was more liberal about that sort of thing. He said that he was, just not there. After work I took Lee to the on grounds room that I used. After an embrace we undressed each other. Yeah, he was little, but well formed, lean muscled and tapered from shoulders to narrow hips. He was practically hairless except for a thick thatch of black pubes from which a 6"cut cock stood proudly, hard as a steel rod. I had been exclusively hetero for 8 years, but the sight of his maleness took my breath away. I caressed his cock, drank in the sight of it and told him it was beautiful. I went to my knees and took him in my mouth. Oh man, how I had missed the feel and taste of a cock! I ran my tongue around the mushroom head, stuck the tip of my tongue into the slit and tasted his precum. Taking the whole thing in I buried my nose in his pubes, pulled slowly back and began rhythmically sucking. He didn't last too long and I was rewarded with blast after blast of hot cum. I had never been able to swallow before but I drank him down with ease, just like sucking a milk shake through a straw. I kept him in my mouth until I had swallowed every drop and he began to go soft. I laid back on the bed and Lee got between my legs and took my cock in his mouth. He licked up and down the shaft, took my balls in his mouth, ran his tongue back up over the head and began sucking. When I came he gagged a bit before swallowing my load of cum. He only gagged that one time. After that he swallowed my cum right down, as I did his. Our last time together after we had sucked each other off, Lee was still hard. He got on top of me and started frotting against my belly. As he humped closer to cumming again I felt his open mouth moving across my cheek, stopping just at the corner of my mouth. All I had to do was turn my head slightly to be locked into a kiss. I had never kissed another man and did not make the move. I was thinking next time, but next time never came because my job transfer came through and that was our last time together. Little did I know that it would be 27 years before I finally kissed a guy. After the first time with Lee I told Loretta about it. She got really turned on, wanting to have a threesome or just watch Lee and I together. However, timing never worked out so we could do that. I would have loved to find out if Lee really liked girls and if so, watch him fuck Loretta.
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