It was a cold winter month and we lived in the mountains out in the west. I had retired almost 2 years ago and my wife decided to go back to work and I was going to stay behind and take care of the duties...we switched places. I would do the beds, laundry, mop sweep and get the house in order and get dinner ready before she got home as she did for me the last 20 years.
I had been holding off on a spinal fusion till I retired and was now on the mend. It had been a long road, a year on a walker and another with a cane and I was at the point of putting that down as well. It had been two years since my retirement and now that I was healing and nearing 100% recovery. I was getting the house in order faster and had a lot more time on my hands.
I usually spent an hour a day on the computer answering emails and paying bills. lately I was spending up to 4 hours a day looking at porn sites. One of them had a chat room and I found myself talking to someone who was interesting in my conversation and seemed to be close to my age. It didn't take long to get to know each other and we became good internet buddies, chatting everyday for a couple of hours.
He told me about his dreams and aspirations and I told him I was a stay home guy. In a couple of conversations he said he lived out in the mountains like I did but didn't elaborate where so I didn't pursue where he lived but we had that in common as well. We talked a lot about getting snowed in sometimes and even about pipes freezing and country living in general. We were really stating to connect.
One day as we chatted he asked me a strange question! If I was bisexual? I was shocked and told him I was happily married for 25 years and thought he knew that. We got off pretty quick that day and I was kind of bugged about him asking me that. The next day I was even hesitant to get on line and chat with him but I couldn't resist.
I opened the chat box and saw five messages from him saying "IM SORRY, IM SORRY" over and over. I got on line and asked him for what, I just told him I was shocked he had asked me that. He said he was bisexual and just got the vibe that I was either gay or bisexual! I was stunned and asked him how he came to that conclusion! He just said he felt like I could go either way.
I kept thinking as we talked about our day and how he could think that...we hardly ever talked about sex at all. I was curious how he could be bisexual and how a person knows that. So I asked him how he knew he was bisexual? He said he didn't know that he was until one day he met a neighbor. They met on a snow covered road where they lived and he was stuck in the snow and he stopped to help him get out on his way to work.
They traveled the same dirt road to and from their houses but living in the country and sometimes you may not ever meet the guy on the 40 acres next to you for years. Anyway, he went on to say after he had helped him they became good friends. They even would call on each other if they needed help on their little farms. He said that one day his friend had asked him if after work he could help him change a tire on his tractor that had gone flat.
He said sure and after work he went over to help. The tractor was in the barn and he drove to the back and honked the horn and sure enough the guy waived him in. They both looked at the tractor and decided to jack get it up, block it and remove the tire and drive it into town to get fixed. Town was about 20 miles from where they lived. They drove it in, got it fixed, and replaced it on the tractor.
He said that his neighbor was a 6 foot tall, slender, blond haired man in his 30's and lived with his wife on his farm and had the bluest eyes you had ever seen like the color of the ocean. He had an accent and said he was scandinavian and his parent had migrated to the United States when he was little. He said he was a good looking man and he had seen him in the summer without a shirt on and went on to say he was built. Big rippling abs and big strong arms and had blond peach fuzz on his chest. His skin was nice and tanned from being shirtless most of the summer.
He said that they would check in on each other during the summer if either needed help and would even have a beer or two or home made wine in the afternoons his wife made. One day he said, the guy was a little drunk when he went one afternoon and actually tried to kiss him and he freaked out and went home feeling confused because he actually WANTED to kiss him back. He said he had never even considered being gay or bisexual. He had slept with his share of wemon and had a girlfriend, but that day was different.
The more he thought about his neighbor he said, he started to GET A HARD ON! He said he had gotten so aroused he eventually had to stoke his 8" COCK to get rid of the woody before it exploded on its own, he said he had never felt like that before. I was feeling a boner as he was telling me this story and actually got off line for a while and got busy doing something before I got completely hard. Why was this turning me on?
About an hour later I logged back on and he had gone on typing the story without me and said that as the summer progressed and a few days had passed without communicating with his neighbor he actually went over to bring them some fresh eggs and pick up a gallon of homemade wine his wife had promised him. He said when he went over the guy didn't remember what had happened or he acted like it didn't. After a day or two they were back to their evening beers or wine and neither brought it up.
He said one evening at his house, as they chatted, his neighbor look down into the fire they were warming up by and said "HE WAS SO SORRY" for the night he tried to KISS HIM! He said he was stunned, because he thought he didn't remember! His neighbor went on to say kind of choking up that it had been a long time since a friend of his had passed. What friend I asked him? He went on to say that a few years back before he met his wife, his guy friend died in a car accident where they used to live and that's why he was in the country. His friend had left him as the beneficiary of his estate and he bought the farm with that money.
One of their dreams was to own a farm and live together for the rest of their lives as a gay couple, they were in love. His neighbor said that he was sorry and his actions were stupid and he apologized but that he had reminded him of his friend. His neighbor started to cry and laid his head on his shoulder! I didn't know what else to do he said but to console him and put an arm around him. It was a little awkward but he said he let him get it out of his system and he said he was flattered his neighbor had considered him in that way.