I’ve always been a little bi curious. The weird thing is I don’t feel physically attracted to men. When I look at a woman my urges are intense. I think to myself “Damn!, I’d love bend her over here and now.” With guys it’s more like “I bet cock tastes good” or “It must feel amazing to get man handled and fucked up the ass.” Sometimes I wake up rock hard after dreaming about gay sex and have to rub one out. I’ve even teased my dick just to taste my own precum and I quite enjoy it. Yet, looking at men hardly does anything for me. Because of this I’ve come to the conclusion that if I ever had sex with another man it would have to be spontaneous, but I’ve often hoped the opportunity would come up. It finally did.
Garrett and I attended an auto repair class together at the local vocational school, that was offered as part of their night time, adult learning program. We had quickly become friends and he would drive me home after class because I was between cars at the time. He was sort of muscular, hairy and very masculine. I never would have guessed he was bisexual. We would often talk about women, as guys typically do.