This is a true story.
My wife had a friend at work who was gay. He kept asking her to bring me to his place to have dinner with him and his partner. It was getting so it was embarrassing if we kept making excuses so I reluctantly agreed that we should make a date. I wasn’t homophobic in any way, it’s just that I didn’t really want to be spending all night in what I thought would be a camp and shrill environment. I guess the image in my head was one of the Village People at home.
How wrong I was. Michael opened the door to the beautiful apartment where he and his partner Chris lived. Michael was a little shorter than me with close cropped black hair and a twinkle in his eye. My wife instantly launched herself on him and smothered him with kisses – they obviously got on well at work. He smiled at me and shook my hand, “Hi Dave, Janie’s told me so much about you.” At that moment Chris came out of the kitchen to greet us, he’d been preparing our meal for the night and was wiping his hand on a towel. He was a handsome guy, tall with blonde hair and obviously well built. I remember a thought flicking into my mind that Michael had lucked out with this one. “Hi Janie,” he pecked her on the cheek, “hi Dave,” he leaned over and did the same to me. I felt my face flush red and stammered, “Hi Chris, good to meet you.”
“Oh sorry, I forget myself when I’m in my own home,” he smiled, “hope you’ll forgive me for kissing you.”
“Don’t worry Chris,” Janie squeezed my hand, “ Dave doesn’t mind.
We all went into the living room and Michael opened a bottle of wine. I finished my glass quickly, a little nervous about being in the inner sanctum of these two very gay guys. Michael sat chatting to Janie about work and I tried to appear relaxed while I tried to think of something to say.
“So Chris, you look like you work out.” Shit. Why did I say something as crass as that, I felt my face reddening again.
He didn’t show any notice of my clumsiness. “Yes I do, but not in the conventional sense, have you heard of isometrics?”
I said that I’d heard of it but didn’t know what it was.
“Here, I’ll show you.” He stood up and beckoned me to the center of the room. “What I do is use my muscles but don’t push against anything but the air – watch.” He crouched and did what I’d call a bench press with one hand.” Put your hand here,” he took my hand and placed it on his chest, then sensing my nervousness’, ”don’t be shy, your wife’s here I’m not going to do anything bad.”
I laughed and relaxed my hand on his chest as I felt his muscles harden.
“So what happens is that if I do this slowly and with enough force it’s like lifting weights without the possibility of straining myself. Here, have a go.”
He made me stand in the center of the room and try the same movement. I glanced over at Janie, feeling a little foolish but she was deep in conversation with Michael. I felt Chris move in behind me and gently place his hand on my chest. “Now, push.” I pushed out with my hand and felt what he was talking about. What I also felt was that he seemed to be closer to me than you would normally expect. Well I thought, there’s probably a different code amongst gay men, best not react to it again and make a further fool of myself.
“Have a go with the other hand now,” I felt him brush against my backside as he shifted position and put his other hand on my chest.. I found it hard to concentrate now. Something had happened as he brushed against me that had frightened me, I’d felt a faint stirring in my pants. I tried to close it out of my mind as I felt his hand press against my chest. “Now push,” his voice was in my ear now, quiet but commanding. I pushed out and pushed my backside slightly back, faintly hoping to get another tantalizing brush but then feeling relieved when I hit thin air. I must have been imagining it. “Good. There, now you can work out without having to go to the gym,” he winked at me, “unless you want to go for other reasons of course.”
I sat down hurriedly to join in with Janie and Michael’s conversation, gulping back another glass of wine and trying to act nonchalant. Chris went back to the kitchen to serve up the meal as if nothing had happened. Well, nothing had happened, just a stirring of something in my mind.
The rest of the night passed without incident and we eventually left for our own house. When we got there I didn’t wait till we got to bed before grabbing hold of Janie and fucking her hard on the downstairs couch.
“Mmm, that was lovely”, she nuzzled into my neck afterwards, “what was all that about Making sure of your masculinity after being with two hunky gay guys?”
I Laughed. “Don’t be ridiculous. You know I’m not into that sort of thing.”
Later that night I awoke with a raging hard-on. I looked over to see if Janie was awake but she was asleep with her back to me. I’d been dreaming about something and it still floated somewhere in my subconscious. I started stroking my cock and felt my balls tighten. Shit – I was almost close to cumming. What had I…oh yeah. I suddenly remembered the dream and saw Chris feeling my cock through my pants. It should have been a shock but I was so far gone the image made my hand stroke my rigid cock even more.. This was no good – I had to get to the bathroom incase I woke Janie up. I crept out of the bed and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. In the half light I could see my naked body in the mirror and with my dream images still fresh in my mind, imagined that I was looking at Chris and stroking his cock. This was just so strange, I hadn’t felt this horny since I was a schoolboy thinking about my busty French teacher. I want to take his cock in my hand, I told myself, maybe even my mouth. With this thought, I felt my knees buckle and a jet of cum shot out of my cock and sprayed the bathroom mirror which was at least a foot away. That hadn’t happened for a long while and I was surprised and a little worried that the though of another man could have that effect on me. I cleaned up and went to bed but couldn’t get back to sleep. Did this mean that I’m bisexual? The thought had never occurred to me before.
As the weeks passed my concerns faded and I quickly got back into my normal state of mind. It was only one day when Janie phoned me at work that the idea came back to me.
“Do you remember Michael and Chris? Well, I know it’s short notice, but do you feel like meeting me after work to go round their place. Michael’s just been telling me that he’s been learning how to use tarot cards and he wants to try his psychic skills out on me.” She sensed me hesitating on the end of the phone line, “he said Chris will cook for us again. He’s a great cook. Remember?”
“Oh, O.K.” I said, trying not to sound too keen, “if you want to.”
“Great, I’ll leave work with Michael dead on Seven. I know you finish earlier, Mike says you can go straight round there, Chris wasn’t working today and he’ll look after you till we arrive. Do you think you can handle that?”
“Yeah – I s’pose so. Trouble is I worked through lunch and I was going to leave early today,” I lied, “do you think he’d mind if I was even earlier.”
I heard her shout something across to Michael and then, ” no, Mike says that’s fine, he’ll be expecting you.”
