What opened your bi side?
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May have posted before about seeing my first big dick in the locker room which stirred something in me but never further elaborated.
I never did anything for a couple of years after seeing that first cock and didn’t think much about it. Then after a night out and staying at a friends house, on the walk home he stopped up a back alley and said he needed a pee. Did it right in front of me so I could see his dick. I turned away as where I grew up, looking at another man’s junk can result in a beating!
Anyway, I’d caught sight of it and it was very big and uncut, much bigger than me. He kept it hanging there and dared me to touch it. I refused as was worried what might happen if I did. That was the end of it until next time we went out and he did the same thing again. This time I tentatively held it. Wow what a thing to hold this long fat veiny thing in my hand. Was softer and hotter than I expected. I wanked him off a bit then we stopped. Next time it was a bit longer until he came, then occasional sucking. I never wanted it reciprocated. This went on for a few years. We are both settled with women now and live far away, but I’d be very surprised if he wasn’t still messing around as he always wanted more, full sex etc but wasn’t for me. I very occasionally sick one these days but am riddled with guilt afterwards.
I think if I’d never had that experience then I may never have explored my bi side
I never did anything for a couple of years after seeing that first cock and didn’t think much about it. Then after a night out and staying at a friends house, on the walk home he stopped up a back alley and said he needed a pee. Did it right in front of me so I could see his dick. I turned away as where I grew up, looking at another man’s junk can result in a beating!
Anyway, I’d caught sight of it and it was very big and uncut, much bigger than me. He kept it hanging there and dared me to touch it. I refused as was worried what might happen if I did. That was the end of it until next time we went out and he did the same thing again. This time I tentatively held it. Wow what a thing to hold this long fat veiny thing in my hand. Was softer and hotter than I expected. I wanked him off a bit then we stopped. Next time it was a bit longer until he came, then occasional sucking. I never wanted it reciprocated. This went on for a few years. We are both settled with women now and live far away, but I’d be very surprised if he wasn’t still messing around as he always wanted more, full sex etc but wasn’t for me. I very occasionally sick one these days but am riddled with guilt afterwards.
I think if I’d never had that experience then I may never have explored my bi side
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I found beauty in both sexes How ever when I was getting noticed by more men then ladies of the nude beach I started having more fun sexually with them
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He wanted it... you wanted it.... no?
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I never had a thought about cock until looking through a Glory hole off post at ft sill pool. But between the beer buzz, flickering light, the ∅s from the videos.i stared at a cock with desire, fascination,lust . My insides felt gooey and I stared his cock , mesmerized as he slowly stretch it. The texture was spongy and soft. When he slid it through the hole, I was kneeling inches away moving closer and I don't remember making a conscious decision to do so. This is a rough story board of the event and what I imagined would have happened if I went home with him.
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Same here. After a Glory holes encounter in the army I forgot all about it for decades. A soloflex brochure I sent for reactivated a desire I had buried for so long. I began to draw as a way to explore and to analyze.
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I don't even remember how we started doing it but would jerk off in the dark with a friend in my teens. Then we found a porno and would watch that together. At some point I realized I was string at his dick and not the porn. Never did anything with him but that point on the urges had started
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I kind of wish I had the urge early on because getting it later in life feels puzzling. You can't help but try to make sense of it where as being younger you just go with it naturally. There's nothing to compare it to.
It fascinates me that you did not realize that you were bisexual until later in life, for I gather that that is rather rare in men.
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It did feel like a slow regression. Thinking back we did this for months if not longer. Sometimes without even the porn on if we had just a quick one. I regret never doing more. That being said when that ended it was almost 10 years before I actually did anything with a guy. That's tory I have already posted on here.
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While in the army at the strip joints off post I had wandered into the bookstore. Had no idea what a Glory hole was. I was watching a lesbian video. White girl seduction of an Asian. Never ever even look at a cock before even while showering. Peeked thru and he was slowly pulling on it. I was transfixed on it. I was 18 and even now the memory is burned in my hard drive. But here's the thing, after that, I returned and forgot about it as if it never happened. Not like I was trying to erease the event but it was a fluke event. Decades go by and I send for a soloflex brochure, get it and I'm staring at the guy on the cover and something twitched in me. Being an artist, I end up making it a 3 d colorized, cock rising from his crotch picture. That led me to question these new feelings which leads me to the glory hole encounter which leads me to drawing a storyboard of the event. Next thing you know I'm drawing more erotic art. The more I draw the more I realized there has to be something to this. I'm at a loss as this something with a strong urge could lay dormant for as long. Had I gone home with him that night my whole life would have been different. Here's some stuff along with the story board. I sucked him then got sucked and came. Never got to finish sucking him as I got nervous and tried to bail. He stopped me in the hall and asked me to go home. After drawing the sequence I pondered "what if" then drew out what I thought would have happened. That's the one with the car. The rest are just random cock related art.kve your opinion on any of it, art or otherwise. Thanks and have a great weekend.
Thanks, every but if input helps me sort it all out. I'm looking forward to doing it. If there wasn't anything to this I don't think I would get so turned on by this. When I'm licking and sucking on a dildo with my precum rubbed on it I get so turned on I'm trembling and nearly delirious. I want to cum so bad but I want to extend this feeling for longer.
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For me, a couple asked me for a threesome. Actually it was more cuckold situation but I didn't know what that was at the time. The guy wanted to watch me with his wife. About 30 minutes into play the guy asked if he could suck my cock, I was a bit hesitant at first but then thought "why not?". He was a fantastic cock sucker. After that I realized I was a bull and learned some men really love to suck cock and are really good at it! That was my play style for many years. Years before I even touched another man's cock, let alone suck another cock, fuck a man or get fuck. Here I am years latter in a throuple with a man a woman and I am a fully vers bisexual man. And loving it!
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Im definitely fortunate it happened to me when I was younger and how it happened. Felt "normal", "natural" and importantly safe and non-judgemental.
My bi opening happened via a massage, that progressed over time. If I knew that the massage was going to be sexual, I would not have entertained it. However, during the course of a massage, when your body is being rubbed all over and you are turned on, the hand release that happened at the end, was both welcomed, appreciated and needed. So having a good experience the first time, I naturally kept going over and over time, the massage progressed further and futher, of what he did to me and what I did to him. As he was much older and his home, I felt safe, comfortable and was able to express myself sexually without any concern. It was also a lot of fun.
I'm sorry for the length, I started typing and got a little carried away.
This is is a semi-second hand story from a guy I hook up with:
Growing up, he was the epitome of a straight guy—a basketball player in peak physical shape, standing 6'4" and 230lbs of rippling muscle. He was a total ladies' man, absolute girl crazy pussy slayer always chasing girls and living the life. In his mid-to-late 20s, he had an old high school friend he'd go out with to hit the clubs and pick up women.
One night, after years of friendship, his friend confessed something unexpected: even though he still liked women, he had fantasies about *him*. It was late, they were both pretty drunk, and he brushed it off, sending his friend home without another word. They never spoke of it But curiosity eventually got the better of him. One day, he invited the same friend over, and that's when he got his first blowjob from a guy. I’m not sure how many times it happened, but it never went much further than him being on the receiving end . Over time, the friendship fell apart-likely because of his friend's attempts to escalate things-and they lost contact.
Fast forward to his early 30s: he's married with two kids but secretly experimenting on Grindr with a blank profile, mostly meeting trans women. That's when he met me. It's been almost four years since we started seeing each other. At first, it was just kissing (which felt boring, to be honest), but liked watching him use the safe space I gave him to test his own boundaries & eventually, we progressed to him giving me oral.
Then, he let me touch his ass and rub my fingers around his hole (I wasn’t allowed to finger him yet)-but just as i was getting hopeful he disappeared for months. Out of the blue, he came back and asked if I'd be willing to take things further. Of course, I said yes-l'd been ready since day one. He flaked so much after that out of anxiety I guess it was a full three months before I saw him again and finally topped him. The first time we had sex, l wrapped up, but it was so incredible that I immediately went on PrEP the following week. It was transcendent-like nothing I'd ever experienced before. I've had my fair share of conquests , but this was different. I'd never had sex before where it felt like we stopped being two separate people; even at times, it was as if we'd switched bodies when we got bored of being one melded pile of flesh with one mind. The passion was unmatched. Over the years, l've watched him transform from someone who was just curious to an outright demonically voracious bottom. He just takes and takes all nine inches of me, always wanting more.
In the time we’ve known each other, his marriage ended, he went through a string of girlfriends, so our relationship has had its ebbs and flows.Sometimes we'd hook up once or twice a month; other times, when he’s single, we'll see each other multiple times a week-or even multiple times a day. I'm completely addicted; I can't get enough of him, he says I'm the only person he bottoms for.Looking back, I'm grateful to his old friend for having the courage to confess his feelings. That moment set him on a path that eventually led him to me—and to owning my dick.
This next one is an ongoing exploration that I feel will end up turning a fully straight friend of mine out and giving him HIS bi awakening:
I’m a pretty decent Muay Thai/kickboxer, training six days a week, sometimes twice a day. Being around other strong, in-shape, and dangerous men is something I’ve grown accustomed to—a far cry from my early teens as a scrawny, socially awkward kid afraid of my own shadow. Now that I’ve grown into my own, I still struggle to recognize cues if a guy isn’t direct enough. One of my training partners, let’s call him H, is someone I’ve known for a few years. We spend a lot of time together. He’s straight, handsome, and in incredible shape (he had a girlfriend when we met and still has one now). Honestly, I’m perfectly content being platonic friends with him—I genuinely don’t see him that way. But recently, every couple of months, we end up in ridiculously homoerotically charged situations, and they keeps escalating.
It started one day after training when we were bored and decided to do shrooms. That led to us giving each other massages in his bedroom, which soon became a regular thing, even when we were sober. At first, I didn’t think much of it—until one day, we were the only ones left in the gym after sparring. In the showers, I heard him ask, “Hey! Think you could help me get my back? I just want to make sure I’m extra clean.”
He knows I’m into men, so even though my mind went *???*, I gave in and started sudsing him up, working from the nape of his neck down to the small of his back. I went up and down a few times before it dawned on me that this might be his way of inviting me to experiment. Just to cover my bases before touching his butt, I asked, “Did you want me to do JUST your back?” My mistake, he laughed and said, “What do you think this is? Fuck outta here!” Then he whipped the curtain shut and joked about fulfilling my “Make-A-Wish” for the year. I was confused, so the next time we hung out, I brought it up: “If that was an invitation, cool. If it wasn’t, also cool! But don’t poke fun after creating a gay situation for us.” He said it wasn’t an invite and that he’s strictly into women. I dropped it and never brought it up again.
Fast forward two months, and he ends up spending the night at my place. He mentions having back pain, and I offer to help. I grab some almond oil and get to work, massaging his neck, shoulders, lats, middle, and lower back. I ask him to tug the band of his shorts down so I can get to the dimples above his butt. Without hesitation, he pulls his shorts halfway down, and I’m surprised by how aroused I’m getting. I move to his feet, calves, and thighs, then ask, “Can you move the shorts a bit? They’re in the way.” Off they go—he’s fully naked, lying facedown with his legs spread. I spend the next half hour gliding my hands up and down his body, from his feet to his head and back, slyly spreading his cheeks to get a glimpse of his hole. He doesn’t stop me. When I flip him over to do his front, he pulls his shorts up to cover his dick, but I still slide my hands under (for lymphatic massage, of course
) and graze his balls and tip a few times, even rubbing down from his cest to the base of his shaft. He murmurs that I'm the only guy he'd let do this without getting violent, because he feels safe with me. When I’m done, he’s so happy he buys me breakfast the next morning.
I’m not sure when it’ll happen again, but the next time we end up in a porno-like situation, I’m definitely touching on his hole and hoping for the best.
This is is a semi-second hand story from a guy I hook up with:
Growing up, he was the epitome of a straight guy—a basketball player in peak physical shape, standing 6'4" and 230lbs of rippling muscle. He was a total ladies' man, absolute girl crazy pussy slayer always chasing girls and living the life. In his mid-to-late 20s, he had an old high school friend he'd go out with to hit the clubs and pick up women.
One night, after years of friendship, his friend confessed something unexpected: even though he still liked women, he had fantasies about *him*. It was late, they were both pretty drunk, and he brushed it off, sending his friend home without another word. They never spoke of it But curiosity eventually got the better of him. One day, he invited the same friend over, and that's when he got his first blowjob from a guy. I’m not sure how many times it happened, but it never went much further than him being on the receiving end . Over time, the friendship fell apart-likely because of his friend's attempts to escalate things-and they lost contact.
Fast forward to his early 30s: he's married with two kids but secretly experimenting on Grindr with a blank profile, mostly meeting trans women. That's when he met me. It's been almost four years since we started seeing each other. At first, it was just kissing (which felt boring, to be honest), but liked watching him use the safe space I gave him to test his own boundaries & eventually, we progressed to him giving me oral.
Then, he let me touch his ass and rub my fingers around his hole (I wasn’t allowed to finger him yet)-but just as i was getting hopeful he disappeared for months. Out of the blue, he came back and asked if I'd be willing to take things further. Of course, I said yes-l'd been ready since day one. He flaked so much after that out of anxiety I guess it was a full three months before I saw him again and finally topped him. The first time we had sex, l wrapped up, but it was so incredible that I immediately went on PrEP the following week. It was transcendent-like nothing I'd ever experienced before. I've had my fair share of conquests , but this was different. I'd never had sex before where it felt like we stopped being two separate people; even at times, it was as if we'd switched bodies when we got bored of being one melded pile of flesh with one mind. The passion was unmatched. Over the years, l've watched him transform from someone who was just curious to an outright demonically voracious bottom. He just takes and takes all nine inches of me, always wanting more.
In the time we’ve known each other, his marriage ended, he went through a string of girlfriends, so our relationship has had its ebbs and flows.Sometimes we'd hook up once or twice a month; other times, when he’s single, we'll see each other multiple times a week-or even multiple times a day. I'm completely addicted; I can't get enough of him, he says I'm the only person he bottoms for.Looking back, I'm grateful to his old friend for having the courage to confess his feelings. That moment set him on a path that eventually led him to me—and to owning my dick.
This next one is an ongoing exploration that I feel will end up turning a fully straight friend of mine out and giving him HIS bi awakening:
I’m a pretty decent Muay Thai/kickboxer, training six days a week, sometimes twice a day. Being around other strong, in-shape, and dangerous men is something I’ve grown accustomed to—a far cry from my early teens as a scrawny, socially awkward kid afraid of my own shadow. Now that I’ve grown into my own, I still struggle to recognize cues if a guy isn’t direct enough. One of my training partners, let’s call him H, is someone I’ve known for a few years. We spend a lot of time together. He’s straight, handsome, and in incredible shape (he had a girlfriend when we met and still has one now). Honestly, I’m perfectly content being platonic friends with him—I genuinely don’t see him that way. But recently, every couple of months, we end up in ridiculously homoerotically charged situations, and they keeps escalating.
It started one day after training when we were bored and decided to do shrooms. That led to us giving each other massages in his bedroom, which soon became a regular thing, even when we were sober. At first, I didn’t think much of it—until one day, we were the only ones left in the gym after sparring. In the showers, I heard him ask, “Hey! Think you could help me get my back? I just want to make sure I’m extra clean.”
He knows I’m into men, so even though my mind went *???*, I gave in and started sudsing him up, working from the nape of his neck down to the small of his back. I went up and down a few times before it dawned on me that this might be his way of inviting me to experiment. Just to cover my bases before touching his butt, I asked, “Did you want me to do JUST your back?” My mistake, he laughed and said, “What do you think this is? Fuck outta here!” Then he whipped the curtain shut and joked about fulfilling my “Make-A-Wish” for the year. I was confused, so the next time we hung out, I brought it up: “If that was an invitation, cool. If it wasn’t, also cool! But don’t poke fun after creating a gay situation for us.” He said it wasn’t an invite and that he’s strictly into women. I dropped it and never brought it up again.
Fast forward two months, and he ends up spending the night at my place. He mentions having back pain, and I offer to help. I grab some almond oil and get to work, massaging his neck, shoulders, lats, middle, and lower back. I ask him to tug the band of his shorts down so I can get to the dimples above his butt. Without hesitation, he pulls his shorts halfway down, and I’m surprised by how aroused I’m getting. I move to his feet, calves, and thighs, then ask, “Can you move the shorts a bit? They’re in the way.” Off they go—he’s fully naked, lying facedown with his legs spread. I spend the next half hour gliding my hands up and down his body, from his feet to his head and back, slyly spreading his cheeks to get a glimpse of his hole. He doesn’t stop me. When I flip him over to do his front, he pulls his shorts up to cover his dick, but I still slide my hands under (for lymphatic massage, of course
) and graze his balls and tip a few times, even rubbing down from his cest to the base of his shaft. He murmurs that I'm the only guy he'd let do this without getting violent, because he feels safe with me. When I’m done, he’s so happy he buys me breakfast the next morning.I’m not sure when it’ll happen again, but the next time we end up in a porno-like situation, I’m definitely touching on his hole and hoping for the best.
"He murmurs that I'm the only guy he'd let do this without getting violent, because he feels safe with me. "He knows I’m into men, so even though my mind went *???*, I gave in and started sudsing him up, working from the nape of his neck down to the small of his back. I went up and down a few times before it dawned on me that this might be his way of inviting me to experiment. Just to cover my bases before touching his butt, I asked, “Did you want me to do JUST your back?” My mistake, he laughed and said, “What do you think this is? Fuck outta here!” Then he whipped the curtain shut and joked about fulfilling my “Make-A-Wish” for the year. I was confused, so the next time we hung out, I brought it up: “If that was an invitation, cool. If it wasn’t, also cool! But don’t poke fun after creating a gay situation for us.” He said it wasn’t an invite and that he’s strictly into women. I dropped it and never brought it up again.
Fast forward two months, and he ends up spending the night at my place. He mentions having back pain, and I offer to help. I grab some almond oil and get to work, massaging his neck, shoulders, lats, middle, and lower back. I ask him to tug the band of his shorts down so I can get to the dimples above his butt. Without hesitation, he pulls his shorts halfway down, and I’m surprised by how aroused I’m getting. I move to his feet, calves, and thighs, then ask, “Can you move the shorts a bit? They’re in the way.” Off they go—he’s fully naked, lying facedown with his legs spread. I spend the next half hour gliding my hands up and down his body, from his feet to his head and back, slyly spreading his cheeks to get a glimpse of his hole. He doesn’t stop me. When I flip him over to do his front, he pulls his shorts up to cover his dick, but I still slide my hands under (for lymphatic massage, of course
I’m not sure when it’ll happen again, but the next time we end up in a porno-like situation, I’m definitely touching on his hole and hoping for the best.
Dude. I'd stop giving him massages or trying to push any boundaries.
Essentially, it seems as though you were straight before the massage, so the erection that you experienced must have been involuntary. Do you agree?
