This story is a true story that happened several years ago. The situation happened to me when I first moved to the beach town of Huntington Beach, California. At the time, I was in my late twenties and I used to ride my road bike every weekend along Pacific Coast Highway and the beach. One Saturday, during one of my bike rides at about the middle of the day, I stopped near the pier. I had just completed a nice long bicycle ride and stopped by the pier just to hang out and watch all the beautiful people walking around in all states of dress and undress.
While I was standing alongside my bicycle wearing my tight spandex shorts and a tight-fitting bicycle shirt, a very nice, middle-aged guy happened to walk by me and stopped to strike up a conversation with me. He was a few years older than I was and if I were to guess he may have been in his early thirties. He seemed to be an athletic guy that visited the gym on a regular basis. He was in shape and a decent guy.
I am sure that we exchanged names but I cannot remember what he told me his name was so I will refer to him as John. John and I chatted for a long time about current events, good-looking women, sports and all kinds of stuff guy friends talk about. I felt like John was an old friend that I just ran into after not seeing each other for a long time.
Eventually, it got late and was nearing dinner time. I told my John that it was time for me to get home and figure out what I would have for dinner and what I was going to do later that evening. John asked me what I was planning to do later that evening and asked if I was going to hang out with friends or if I was going to go hang out at any of the local bars right by the pier. I told John that I really had not gotten that far in my plans for the evening. I told John that I was probably just going to hang out at my house and watch television or something else that was low-key.
John suggested that if I didn’t have plans for the evening that if I wanted to, I could come over to his place and have a few beers and hang out with him. John said we could watch some kind of sports and just hang out. When John invited me I thought to myself, “Why not? This guy seems like a pretty decent dude. I can always use more friends”.
The thought of John being bi, gay, or curious about bi sex never crossed my mind. At the time, I rarely thought about bi or gay sex and I didn’t really know anyone that was into bi or gay sex. Bisexual thoughts never really entered my mind until many years later. I was in my late twenties and it was not difficult for me to find ladies to have sexual relationships with during that time.
When John suggested that we hang out that evening at his house, I agreed and told him I would go home, get something to eat and get a shower and clean up, and then would come over to his house. John gave me the address to his condo which was right across the street from where we were chatting and we agreed on a time for me to arrive at his place. We finished up confirming our plans and as I swung my leg off the bicycle seat to ride away, John said to me, “Hey, Bob. Why don’t you wear your spandex bike shorts when you come over to my place?”
John’s suggestion of me riding my tight-fitting spandex bike shorts that show the bulge of my cock and balls really took me off guard. I kind of laughed and said, “yeah ok.” as I rode away toward my house. As I rode away from John I thought to myself, “WHAT! What the hell was that all about?! My new friend John must be gay or something!” I could not believe what he just said. I rode my bike back home and decided to not go to his place later that evening.
But here I am, some thirty years later. I know that if I knew now what I did back then. I would have gone to his place that evening and I would have gone ahead and worn those tight-fitting spandex bike shorts in hope that he would have during the evening of hanging out made mention of my bulge in my shorts.
I would further dream that he would have tried to touch my bulge and ask to see how big my cock was. I am sure even now, with no bi experience under my belt, I would need some coaxing and possibly even be seduced to try touching another guy’s cock. But, one thing that I am certain of is that I would have been a cock sucker that evening.
I am sure that once I can get past the nervousness that keeps me from having my first bisexual experience, and I finally have the opportunity to feel another man’s throbbing cock in my hand, I will really enjoy helping other men experience pleasure.
I am also certain that once I feel another man’s cock, that I would want to go farther and have his cock push past my lips and into my salivating mouth. I think that if I could be seduced by the right man to overcome my nerves, then I think that I would be really good at sucking cock. Who knows how far I would go with the right person doing the seducing? Only time will tell I guess.