For those of us who are bisexual, married and closeted, much of our admiration for hot guys is from afar, and hidden from view. I am 42 and have been married for 15 years. Our marriage is great both physically and emotionally and so there is no need for me to look outside of it for sexual gratification...except that I can't help the very real urges I get when I see a really attractive man. It can be in a bar, a gym, at a hotel or on the street. Anywhere.
There are men in my life who have no idea how much they turn me on sexually. Well there is one now.
He is a little younger than me. He and his wife are very good friends of my tennis partner and we have meet a few times on the court, or at parties with mutual friends. I didn't think of him as a friend but more an acquaintance. But he absolutely turned me on my head sexually when I saw him or thought about him. His name is Henry.
I travel a lot for business and I do manage to engage sexually with men when I am away. Maybe once a month I get to sleep with a guy. I have never strayed sexually with another woman and have no urge to.
I was recently in Australia, thousands of miles from home. I had been in Sydney and had 3 days between meeting there and in Brisbane so decided to take some time out on the Gold Coast, a little ways from Brisbane.
I checked into my hotel and took a shower and freshened up. It was warm and so I put on some shorts and a T shirt to go for a look around. As I walked out onto the street I saw a guy on the other side stepping out of a bar. He looked really familiar, as in he looked just like Henry. In fact ridiculously like Henry. I was just about to call out when another, equally stunning guy came out of the bar moving quickly and caught him up. They obviously knew each other and when they were together the guy who looked like Henry put his arm around the other guys butt and pulled him in a bit, as I might do to my wife. I followed them up the street thinking it was insane that it could be Henry and even more insane to think he was with a guy, as in really WITH a guy. They reached another bar, which had a rainbow flag above the door, and went in.
I was so fascinated I crossed the street and went into the bar. I was thinking it couldn't possible be Henry so I would just get a closer look, maybe have a drink and leave.
I casually looked around the bar and saw them at a booth. I got a beer and went and sat on the other side of the booth, out of view but within earshot. When I heard the name Henry I froze. When he replied his American accent and voice were absolutely familiar. The other guy was Australian, but spoke without a strong accent. Just enough for me to pick he wasn't American. I listened for a while as they discussed sorting out where they would meet some people for dinner and then Henry said he wanted to make sure they had time to go back to his hotel before dinner. They finished their drinks and Henry paid the check while the other guy went to the wash room. I don't know what got into me but I stood up and did a wide loop around the bar and came from the back right passed Henry. We eye balled each other at the same time and he abruptly stood up and said hey, hey what the? Tom? no couldn't be. It was Henry, my Henry and yep its me Tom I said. He was totally shocked and started to stammer some words about what and how and when did I get there and was totally not like the Henry I knew. Cool, calm, collected, sophisticated etc. He was like a school kid who had been caught masturbating.
He quickly got himself together and said hey we are grown men, this is fucking weird, and let's just park this for the moment and catch up for a bite of lunch tomorrow at my hotel. Meantime Tom this is just between you and me right? Right? I touched his elbow briefly and said sure, see you tomorrow. Which hotel? It was the same one I was in but I didn't tell him that.
I left as his friend was coming back from the wash room.
And then I went back to my hotel and masturbated.
I stayed in my room until lunchtime the next day, and then headed to the lobby. Henry was drinking a cocktail and stood up as I approached. We made some small talk, I ordered a cocktail and then he just said well fuck Tom, seems like you and me share a secret. Were you meeting someone in the bar? Then it dawned on me. I was in a gay bar. Why? He just figured I was in there with someone or looking for someone. It didn't occur to him that I had followed him in. So in his head, it wasn't just him who had some explaining to do. My mind raced. Tell him what had actually happened, or confess to this stunningly hot guy I had admired so much from afar, and masturbated thinking about, that I was bisexual. He clearly was.
And so I did exactly that. Over three cocktails I told him what had happened, and that I had seen him across the street and saw how he had been intimate with the other guy and how much that had turned me on. I told him I followed him into the bar and had overheard him saying that he wanted to fuck with his buddy before dinner. I told him how much I had been aroused by him each time we had met. I told him I had gone back to my hotel and masturbated, imagining the two of them in bed fucking. I told him a lot about me and where I was sexually.
He listened without interruption.
When I had finished he said he didn't feel much like eating and suggested that since I had done all the talking we should go to his room and fuck and then he would share some stuff with me about his sexuality.
We did and he did. He was sensational in bed. He consumed me, orally and anally. Kissing me deeply long and firm.
His nude body was stunning. And when he asked me to fuck him, entering him sent me through the roof. His tight muscular ass was incredible. He took me balls deep and gripped my cock with his anal muscles like I had never felt before.
Afterwards we lay nude and close and talked about our sexuality and our sexual needs and desires.
We have become lovers meeting at least three times a week. Sex with my wife is better than ever. When I fuck her I do it without any feelings of frustration. I enjoy her body for what it is, not what it might be if she was a he, some random guy in a hotel room. When a need a man I have Henry. Crazy but wonderful.