In small circles, I'm known for being Bisexual which l have enjoyed being for some time now. Admittedly l have never been solely with another man and curiosity had me seek such. Again l fully enjoy MM sex, oral either way but l must say l prefer to Bottom rather than to Top. But there has always been an additional factor with all my trisks, another female or females with us. Would it be any different l have to wonder, not sure but l was willing to find out.
Where to even start was my first problem not to mention such to my wife. Unable to come up with any fresh ideas even after my wife's enthusiastic approval l found myself sitting in a bar known to be frequented by a Gay and Lesbian clientele. I most likely looked how l felt, out of place. Unwilling or unaware of how to make the first move l sat there quietly and after a while, someone took the empty seat next to me.
His name was Tom and he was obviously a regular as nobody could enter the bar without saying a "What's up." to Tom. Tom was close to my age but other than that our similarities ended. I'm more of a Lumberjack type, l would say bear but other than my head and chest my body is basically hairless. Yes, my balls would have some hair if l allowed it, but l don't. Tom was shorter and far thinner than l, not that it mattered but l pegged him for a fellow Bottom. Regardless I offered to buy Tom a drink, and although he accepted it there was a strange aura about doing so, or maybe it was just me.
He called over the bartender by name which was quickly followed by two stiff drinks from the top shelf. l not much of a hard booze drinker but whatever was it went down smoothly, a second pour and Tom's ordered that he was to leave the bottle.
After the slight burn of liquid courage, l placed my hand on Tom's thigh, he returned the same and l could feel my cock growing as he made his way upward. Just then a chorus of voices called out to him and he excused himself stating he would be right back. He then disappeared to the back of the bar and beyond as far as l knew unknowing of the place.
Hope turned to disappointment as it was now getting late, "Last Call" being shouted put a point on it. I didn't care for another drink and surely not that fire water that got me into this mess. So I pushed the bottle away with the back of my hand in disgust not only knocking it over but losing it entirely when l scrambled to upright it once again, the sound of it crashing on the floor. (The bartender rushes over)
