Bicuriousity fulfilled (fiction) part 1

I’ve known several women who have expressed being turned on by the sheer sight besides energy and physical appearance of other women. It’s encouraged, and fun for so many.

How many men have felt the same with other men? We might not ever know, it’s strong to be weak and seen as weak to not explore sexual desires. It’s weak to repress any kind of feeling as if it’s unnatural. Thankfully right now I don’t care what others think of me so long I’m being 100% me. However there was a time that I was scared to entertain the thought of another man in any sexual situation I’m involved in. And it all changed one day when I was at a random bar in Las Angeles, I think I was not far from Pasadena but I don’t recall for certain.

So I sit at the bar and order a drink, and nurse it, brainstorming where I’m gonna go and when. When I was about finished with the drink this man walks up to the bar looking absolutely stunning. Wearing a red silk shirtsleeve blouse that had one button fastened at about the navel, showing off his chiseled abs in a way comparable to a woman showing cleavage. His hair was similar to Edward furlongs hairstyle in terminator 2 judgement day. He was wearing Louis Vuitton skinny jeans, probably the nicest pair of jeans I’ve seen of that style. Nike air force 1 low profile, and a pair of nothing special aviators. He stood about 5’8″ and weighed no more than 185 pounds, he was lean, abs and physique couldn’t get more toned out, from where I sat It looked the same if not better than Patrick Swayzee from road house. Either he had the most perfect skin in the world or he was a magician with makeup. Perfect smile, I couldn’t find a flaw. I’m a pessimist and couldn’t find a flaw, I get anxious

He must have noticed me eyeballing him, while the bartender works on making his drinks, he glances over and gives a subtle head nod with a seductive smirk on his face, bartender hands him his drink which looked to be an old fashioned and he goes to sit at the stool right next to mine.

My heart is racing at this point. What’s going on, why do I just want this man to have his way with me. I gotta be cool so I take a real deep breath and exhale a defeated sigh. He ends up saying to me while looking forward. *Don’t be nervous just because I am gorgeous, I can tell that you’re attracted to me, if I’m wrong I apologize. However something tells me we should hang out and have a night out on the town. Everything’s on me, but you pick the next spot*

I was floored, it’s as if he knew me, he read me like a kids pop up book. I was very intrigued and felt great because of it though, here I am some average dude, gonna hang out with a gorgeous rich man in Las Angeles. I had to figure out who he is a bit, Im thinking the next place will be a restaurant. *You want to adopt me into your lavish night out? And the next spot is my choice? Let’s go to a seafood or sushi restaurant, one of the two, choice is yours as to which restaurant. I’m not familiar with LA, however let’s have a couple drinks first, since we both just got here*

This man seductively smirks again in what I assumed was him agreeing. I’m nervous as hell and trying to not show it, shaking as if I’m cold. He turns his chair 90 degrees, looked me in the eyes and *so bromeo, is this the first time a man makes you quiver in your boots? Don’t answer just yet. I was once a man like yourself, bicurious, repressed,and questioning my entire life over nothing. Labels don’t mean shit.*

I’m now shocked and stunned and oddly feeling better about the situation as a whole. I raise my glass up to make a toast *well cheers my new friend, youre a very clairvoyant and can read me like no other. Fate brought us together, fate will give us a good night. Whatever happens I suppose will happen* we clink our glasses together exchange a moment of awkward silence staring into our eyes slowly sipping our drinks. Right as I finished my drink I inhaled deeply and exhaled but more lively sounding, I decide to stand up and push my stool close to the bar, I look at my new friend, let out a nervous sigh and said *I’ve never seen a man so attractive as you are, let alone feel so attracted as I am to you. Let’s go out, vibe some more, perhaps pick up a woman, or…* *Keep that attitude all night you’re a better man than myself, let’s go eat and then find a good place to get very comfortable. Hotel, ladies home, one of our homes…who knows, your night, our night will be hard to forget*

Part 2 coming in a week or so

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/p39i93/bicuriousity_fulfilled_fiction_part_1