I have the day off today, so my plan was to chill out, maybe do some packing for the new house. Basically just exist. However, at 7 this morning, when I'd rather have been sleeping in, my friend Matt calls me. Says he has an emergency computer problem and he needs a hand. Matt runs a handyman service with his partner, Al. They're two of the most straight-acting gay guys I know, which in Central Georgia they kind of have to be to keep a thriving business. Their office is a small affair. They don't spend much time there, so there's not much necessity for it to be extravagant. They have four desktops, one for each of the guys, one that just does drawings and another one for insurance stuff. Over the weekend, two of their machines had updated to Windows 10 and they couldn't network them. ...don't know if any of you have dealt with this yet, but if you don't NEED Windows 10 for whatever reason, just roll it back... I'd started the restoration process on them, and asked him what he had planned for the day. He said, "Oh, not much. Just figuring out the computer stuff, have to go over to this lady's house and replace a mixing valve on her shower this afternoon. You?" I explained I was thinking about going home, laying down, not doing a whole lot of anything. "Sounds nice," he said, "can I join you?" Matt and Al are great guys, but based on their outward nature, I've never pushed anything sexual at them. They know I'm bi, and they joke around about it with me, but there's never been any interest. My split second assessment; Matt is in his late 40's, 6'2" and stocky, but solid as well. He keeps his brown/grey hair very short, and his face shaved. His large brown eyes are usually behind a pair of tasteful wire-rim glasses. Today, he had on a grey work shirt, carpenter pants and work boots, all still with that just-put-them-on cleanliness. I chuckled back at him, "Oh, come on...if you got into bed with me, there wouldn't be any napping." "Who said there needed to be?" He grinned, "Hell, I might just rub one out here, want to join?" I was just wearing a pair of linen pants, kind of lounge/beachwear, a t-shirt and light hoodie. You could definitely tell that the thought was going through my head, as my pants had gone from loose lounging to tight, right over the dick area. The string on my pants came loose before his belt, button and zipper. He rolled his pants down to his knees, over a pair of warm grey Hanes boxer/briefs, which were straining far more than my pants had. I sat back on one of his chairs, rolling myself maybe a little further forward than I should have, the bottom of my asscheeks sliding off the edge of the seat a hair, and began stroking my painfully hard 5.5". I watched him roll his legs slightly, and the pants fall from his knees to the floor. He glanced at me then and said, "Mind if we, I don't know, do a bit more than jack off?" "You do whatever you like." I said. He knelt down and enveloped my entire prick in his mouth. It seemed about a thousand degrees, and the air around us, which had been warm just a second ago, felt frigid on my shaft as he pulled back from me. He opened his mouth and surrounded me again, pulling his head back slowly as he did, flicking his tongue madly around the whole area. He is brilliant at this. If I could cum from oral, I'd probably have emptied my balls a half-dozen times in the first five minutes of this. His mouth left me six or seven minutes in, "You've got some control" he said, still on his knees. "I never cum from oral...sorry....but I enjoy the hell out of it!" I added the flourish at the end, so he wouldn't get discouraged. He grinned back at me, stood up and pulled a boot off. I noticed that he'd pulled his shorts down, and a tan, long shaft stuck out from his groin, capped with a slightly lighter helmet. A pink circumcision scar wound around it just slightly back from the glans. Thinking about it, my tongue licked my lips. He must have seen it as he pulled off his other boot and ditched his pants and underwear, "Wait, you suck dick?" He asked, almost confused. "Oh yes," I answered, "Suck dick, fuck, get fucked, you name it." Matt stood up, and from my estimate, almost 7" of cock bounced in front of me, "You get fucked?" He asked in a growl. I scooted down a hair more on the chair, and tried to pull my legs up. He looked down at me, stroking himself lightly as he did. He reached into his desk and pulled out a small bottle of lube, greasing himself up. He placed a few drops on my ass, cooling off the burning I felt. "I might not last very long, that alright?" He said, and he dropped to his knees again. It was maybe a second before I felt him right at my sphincter. "It's just fine. I've got stuff to do today too, and...." I trailed off as he pressed slightly forward. He didn't get inside me, just pressed forward. He backed off again, placed a bit more lube on me and went forward again. This time, I spread open a bit and felt him roll in. I groaned just a bit as the door opened and in came Al. I glanced at him just as Matt pressed himself inside me til I snapped in around Matt's head, followed by a little gasp. "Huh" Al said, "I didn't figure Joe to be a bottom." Matt withdrew just a bit, then pressed in another half inch or so, "I was kinda surprised too." He grunted. "I...I like to think I'm versa...versatile." He pulled out, then back in twice. Now he was probably halfway inside me. Al leaned over me and took my dick in his mouth while fussing with his pants, a pair of canvas work jeans. Al is just under 6' tall, wiry. He keeps his sandy blonde hair a bit longer than Matt's. I don't cum from oral..but I can DEFINITELY cum from oral + getting fucked. Matt was inside me in two more strokes, and Al was off of me, kissing Matt deeply, which was a bonus for me, I didn't want to finish that soon. Al pulled away from Matt and stood up, shucking off his pants and underwear. Next to my head was 6.5" of thick, dripping meat. I didn't even need to adjust my head to take it in my mouth, just turn slightly. He tasted like 3 hours of waking life, clothes detergent, and the salty taste of precum. "Oh fuck," Al groaned, "I wasn't planning on doing anything today. I'm gonna cum pretty quick." Matt began a slow movement back-and-forth, adding, "I think I'm cumming quicker than you." "How long, baby?" Al asked. Matt withdrew, then slowly entered again, "Maybe a minute." Al looked down at me, "You gonna take his load? You want him to pull out?" I didn't pull off his dick, just moaned "Inside" around him. Matt pushed in two more times. I felt him inflate and deflate in rapid succession inside me. It wasn't a second after he pulled out, a cool drooling line following him down the back of my ass crack that Al pulled out of my mouth with an audible pop, lined himself up at my ass and went in. Where Matt was slow, methodical, measured...Al just slammed in. He pounded at me for maybe 2 full minutes, while I took the opportunity to jack myself to his rhythm. His cock followed Matt's and began swelling and deflating inside me, and I timed myself so that I could feel the thrumming of my prostate as I came all over my chest and stomach. Thank god for wet-wipes.
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.
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