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.