I know a lot of people think of bi-men as either confused, in the closet, or some other kind of freak. I get it, Bi-men are not well understood: well at least I'm not. I'm 64 and the fact is, I have always considered myself bi with a leaning towards women for almost all my life. I don't tell anyone because while society is beginning to see bisexual women as sexy and simply "flexible," flexible men are not welcomed (or understood) by many straight women or men. Bisexuality, for men, still has a stigma, and in my experience, admitting that you are bi is an invitation to being ostracized.
Look, I know a lot of you think I should just "make a choice" but in my case, I really don't want to. While I like having a relationship with one woman at a time, I occasionally find my self longing and even possessed by the idea of being with a man. Once in a great while I get to act on it.
Women are beautiful, soft, sensuous, and lovely. When I'm with a woman I understand the care and love needed to build a relationship and be the man in their life. I am good with one woman at a time (I'm widowed but now have a girlfriend). I love to make love to a woman and I'm willing to be the more masculine, aggressive lover than when I am with a man. I wish the world was such that I could indulge my urges to be with a man more, but I have to do it on the down low. I've only met one woman in my life who would understand my bi-nature, and I let her get a way a long time ago, I still regret that.
So, I have to make sure my male liaisons are secret, anonymous, and always without emotional attachment. It would be better if I could be with a man and with the woman I love present, but she would be disgusted and leave me. I don't want her to, because in every other way I like the relationship and love her. I'd give up men if I could, but long ago I accepted who I am. I'm a male who likes to have a cock inside him sometimes.
One of my favorite liaisons was back when Craig's List had personals and Covid 19 wasn't an issue. I looked for an ad for a married man who wanted a blowjob in his hotel room and had no trouble finding one. He was in a nice hotel here in town and I put on some sexy silk thong panties and agreed to meet him in his room for a blow and go.
I knocked, he let me in, all the lights off. He was only wearing a towel and in the dark we met and hugged. I reached down and started to gently stoke his dick, letting him know I'd get right down to business, as he said he preffered. He laid back on the bed, and in the dark, I did a slow strip for him. I knew he didn't think he was gay (even though I was about to blow him) and I tried to move and talk like a soft spoken woman.
He reached out and rubbed by panty clad ass (I should tell you, I'm still an athlete, cycling and tennis have me in very strong shape, so my ass is pretty tight) and I could feel him getting excited.
I whispered, "Who is your favorite actress?" and he named some woman on TV and I said, "well you just lay back and imagine that she is loving this great cock of yours." I got on the bed and gently licked his thighs, then began to suck on his balls while his cock got harder and harder. I licked around the tip and he moaned softly, now I was into it, I turned into the submissive fag I desperately needed to become.