"Sooooo, I think I might be bi," I said blatantly to my long time friend Katie. She was almost a year older than me, but because of when our birthdays fell, we were in the same grade in high school. We were both dating someone then, and while we both thought the other one was sexy and attractive, we unfortunately ended up buying a house in Friend-Ville. That's not to say that we haven't taken drunken vacations to CasualSex-Ville, but we never stay long.
Thru the years, we had become each others closest friends, able to talk about literally anything without fear of judgment. We got opposite sex insight and feedback, talked about everything from politics to our deepest, darkest desires and even helped each other get laid.
She almost spit out her drink while we sat at the bar of one of our favorite places. "What? Are you serious?" she asked. I knew I could tell her this for two reasons: she was never judgmental about almost anything, especially sex and I knew the idea of guys kissing and what-not was a huge turn-on for her.
"Yeah, I'm not sure, but I think I am, " I replied taking a swig from my beer. "I've been having more and more dreams, thoughts and fantasies about guys and...."
"And what?" she asked with a gleam in her eyes.
I took another swig of my beer and looked down before saying, "and cocks."
"Oh my God, that's so hot," she said. " How long have you been having these thoughts?"
"I don't know, maybe a year," I said back.
She slapped me on my arm, "and you're just NOW telling me?"
"Well, I wasn't really sure myself," I said, I've been trying to figure it out, you know, come to terms with it."
"Have you done anything with a guy yet?" she asked, her interest level peaking.
"What? No. I wouldn't even know how to do that and I'd be too chicken to try and go do something like that on my own," I said.
"So, Mr. Bigshot with the ladies is unsure of how to go about getting a boyfriend," she teased.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up now, I never said anything about wanting to date a guy, these are sex-u-al thoughts," I pointed out to her.
"Mmmmm, even more yummy," she said with a wicked grin. She was a small, petite girl of Italian decent with a healthy sexual appetite and I doubt I've had one conversation with her that didn't touch on sex in one fashion or another.
"Yeah, somehow I knew you'd be excited about this," I said with a laugh. "It just freaks me out because I don't want anyone to think I'm gay."
"Chris, with all the tail you pull, no one is going to think you're gay, trust me," she said, "you are a handsome, dominating man that make women weak in the knees and when you get them on your their knees, you give them a treat with that big cock of yours."
"Yeah, that's the weird part," I said, "in these fantasies, I'm not the dominating one."
"Oh that's normal Chris. With your job, your sex life, pretty much everything you do, you are a 'take charge' kind of guy," she said, "it's completely normal to fantasize about not having to control anything and just give up the authority role once in awhile. You hear about that all the time with CEO's and people like that."
"Yeah, I've heard about that but I never thought it would apply to me," I said before taking another swig.
"You know what, hold on," she said and signaled the bartender. "Can we get two shots of Patron, fully dressed?"
"I like them fully dressed," she said, "because I like getting 'em naked myself before taking a shot in the mouth."
I couldn't help but laugh at this. Our shots came and she slid one to me and held up her glass signaling her desire to make a toast. I held up my glass and she said, "here's to you Chris, for broadening your horizons and coming to the realization I've known for awhile now: that cock is great! And here's to me for I am going to make sure your fantasy comes true...."
She licked the salt off the rim, slammed her shot and then bit into the lime. I followed suit and she slammed her glass down while simultaneously saying, "...TONIGHT!"
I was biting into the lime as she said this and almost choked, coughing from the surprise announcement. "Tonight?"
"Yeah, why not?" she asked.
"Well, I was just now able to come to terms with this enough to tell you, I don't know if I'm ready to do anything yet," I replied.
"But Chris, think about it this way," she started, "you've been thinking about this for at least a year and it had to be eating away at you if you brought it up finally. You said you didn't know how to do this on your own and you KNOW how hot stuff like this gets me. We're the best of friends who have had some fun, sexy times together so you have that familiarity there and when the time comes, I'll even be there with you during it, so it's not a complete jump to the gay side, it will be more of a group thing. I'll be your wing-woman and make sure you are ok, if that's what you want."
"You'd do that for me?" I asked.
"Of course I would, I love you, you know that, and besides I can't deny the obvious enjoyment I'd get out of it by watching two guys together, especially when one of them is you," she said flashing me a wicked smile.
"I guess that would be better than going at it alone and yeah, I bet that would make you happy too," I said. "So, how do we do this?"
"Easy, lets get out of here and head downtown to the gayborhood," she said referencing the part of Dallas known for its gay clubs and bars.
"Ok, let's do it," I said.
We got up and I paid for our drinks before heading out to my BMW X5 and started to head downtown. As we drove, she told me how horny all this was making her. "Are you as turned on by all of this as I am?" she asked.
