Most people who explore their bisexual side will have different reasons for doing it and why they decided to try it. I cannot even begin to explain why I tried it and to this day, many years later I am still unable give a reasonable explanation of why I started. I think it was the need to explore and try new things, but then it might just be nature or the way I am.
My experiments had started by visiting a gay sauna. Over perhaps a two year period, I had 'met' guys there and done most things. I had been wanked numerous times and had returned such favours to probably ten or so guys. I had moved onto kissing and mutual massage before getting into oral both ways. I had not though been fucked nor had I fucked anyone. Also I had not been on a date, been picked up or seduced or been with anyone other than a gay masseur outside the sauna.
That all changed about six years ago when I was visiting family in the north of England. Kelly, my wife of just over twenty years couldn't travel with me and I ended up going alone. I guessed that she would take advantage of the open nature of our marriage to get herself fucked by one of her several admirer. We both knew that the other played away from home, but we never discussed it.
It was late afternoon when I arrived after my three and a bit hours' drive. I said my hello's to my aunt and uncle with who I was staying. I went up to the spare room and unpacked my clothes and went downstairs for a meal which my aunt had prepared for me, after the meal we chit chatted about family for a while before I went back upstairs for a shower.
I stripped off in the bathroom and admired myself in the mirror; I have often been told that I am fairly good looking, but continually need and seek reassurance. I stood looking at my six feet frame which was quite trim and my, more than six, but not quite seven inches of thick cock between my legs. 'Not bad' I thought to myself rather arrogantly.
I got into the antiquated shower, making a mental note to pay for them to have new one. After all they had as good as raised me after my parents split up. The warm water cascaded down my body; after my long drive it was just what I wanted. I washed myself all over especially my groin which had become very hot and sweaty during the drive, I soaped over my cock and balls to the extent that I was becoming aroused, although I quickly snapped out of it when my aunt came into the bathroom to bring some fresh towels in for me.
I dried off in my room and looked what to wear. It was only a Wednesday night so I put on blue jeans, quite tight ones and an equally tight, white Polo shirt; I left all three buttons undone. Although probably a little old for them I sipped on a pair of white canvas Converse shoes and headed downstairs.
"Hey James want a date" my aunt shouted.
"I wouldn't be able to stay the pace," I joked with my seventy-five year old aunt.
"I bet you could you randy bugger," she replied. "Look we go to bed early so here's a key for you to get in," she said as she pressed the key into my hand.
"Thanks I'll try not to wake you both up" I replied. "I doubt I will late in this forlorn hole of a town.
"You will be surprised how much it has changed in the past few years" my uncle said as she smiled sweetly and I headed through the front door.
The house that I had bought for them was near to the town centre so I had plenty of pubs to choose from. It was nearly nine so I only had a couple of hours to have a few beers. I went round a few of the pubs around the town centre and had to agree with my aunt they had changed. They were no longer the old fashioned boozers I remembered, but were smart and modern, with music and most served food.
The pubs started closing around eleven so feeling ok and not tired after the long drive I decided I would go to a club for a few more drinks, the fact I was wearing trainers didn't help and I was turned away at 2 clubs because of this, I was just about to head back to my aunts when I noticed some lights down a side street, I went down to have a look and there was a doorman stood outside so I figured it was a night club and I headed towards it.
I got to the door and the doorman put his arm across the door. 'Oh great another fucking club with a no trainers rule,' I thought. I looked at the doorman who said. "You know this is a gay club mate?"
Before I could sink this into my brain I just answered. "Yeah I do," and without further ado, the doorman moved his arm away and I went inside.
By accident I had been to a couple of gay clubs in New York and by intent a couple of bars in Brewer and Old Compton Street in London's Soho and had generally enjoyed myself. Although I had no intention of 'doing anything' I was, more and more nowadays becoming attracted to bi ideas! As I walked in my aunt's description of the City centre struck home to me.
The place was smart and well decorated and furnished. It was a cellar bar with a flight of stairs down into the club. At the bottom there was a reception desk with a pretty girl behind it.
"That will ten pounds please" she said with a smile. I gave her a tenner and she breathed. "Thanks, if you need anything, just let me know," as she looked very suggestively and almost invitingly into my eyes.
As I looked around the club taking in the long, narrow, bar at the far end and a dance floor in the middle with tables set for four and six and a few banquettes along one side, I wondered whether she might be a tranny. I didn't like to ask! I noticed that there were shelves on each wall and wondered what they for?
