There is a first time for everything, especially things sexual. The first time you saw another guy nude and really appreciated it - and not just as a kid or in a school gym - the first time you touched another guy's cock, the first time you kissed another guy, and of course, the first time you fooled around with another guy where one or both of you got off. Then of course there is the first time that you discovered a playmate at work; someone you could talk to and have a little fun with, especially if no one suspected a thing. And, that is probably when you discovered that bisexual and gay men were a little more common than you might have suspected.
My "first time at work" came when we hired a new guy in my department. Not that it was really "my" department, I was just one of the "individual contributors" as we working stiffs were called. Okay, no pun intended on the stiff’s part. As luck would have it, I was assigned to show him the ropes around the company, above and beyond what the new hire training had shown him. I was to show him how we got things done in this department, where our files were kept online, who we went to for information and so on. I had my suspicions about him when I was first introduced to him, but then I hear he was married, so dismissed the notion. To my later delight, I just assumed too much too soon.
Bob, as I will call him though not his real name just in case someone recognizes this story, showed up bright and early the next day, a Tuesday, (his first day was Monday, and that was mostly taken up with the new hire indoctrination) before I had even finished my Email reading and first cup of coffee - almost rude of him I thought at the time.
The first thing I did was show him where our files were on the server, how things were organized, or disorganized, depending on how you like to view the world. After that, we left my cubicle and went on a walk-about of the buildings to introduce him to the other folks we have to deal with, or in some cases, ordeal with. Somewhere on the walk in between buildings, and I can't for the life of me remember exactly how it came up, up popped the subject of bi-sexuality. He had, as I recall, rather boldly said that while he was married to a woman, he really was rather bisexual - but not to worry, that he never hit on straight guys and was only interested in gay or bisexual men that were also interested in him. At the time I thought it was rather ballsey of him to say that, not knowing me much at all. He went on about that for a time, I suppose to reassure me that my mentioning it that he wasn't hitting on me. Frankly, through most of the time he was talking, I was thinking that it might be fun if he sucked me off, I could suck him off, or we could really get it on with a nice little sixty-nine! Finally I was able to get a word in edgewise and told him not to worry so much about it, that I was bi too.
“Oh,” was all he said, seeming to be a little stunned.
Perhaps he was just giving me his spiel for shock value and I had just ruined that. “There are probably more of us running around here too, I just don’t know of any. I suppose most of us have learned over the years to keep our mouths shut in a place like this.”
“I suppose. Normally I don’t say anything, but somehow you seemed like it wouldn’t bother you.”
“Good guess, but most places have ways of getting rid of anyone they suspect is gay, and bi is close enough, without firing you for that. That being the case, I would appreciate it if you would kinda not mention that out loud around here again.” I really thought he had been a bit nuts for taking the chance of telling me, but I was sure glad he had. Now if he just had the brains to keep his mouth shut to the rest of the paranoid former military types around here, we could have a good time.
“Uh yea, no problem. But as long as we know about each other, you up to a little more fun than usual around here if we can find a place?”
“Sure,” I said. “But I’m really into oral and not real big on the anal stuff.” Actually, I did anal, but not with just anyone, and not just anytime. Mostly I was really big on the oral stuff, and was often a complete slut about it. Okay, I would blow just about anyone!
“No problem. Now all we need is a place, and being new here, I don’t know the place very well.” I was a bit of a late bi-sexual bloomer, but had discovered that I was just a real sucker for hard cock and hot cum.
“I’ll think of somewhere, just give me a little time!” Oh this was going to be fun. I was getting stiff just thinking about it. Now all I had to do was find an unused office, closet, anything that had a locking door, no window, and two guys coming out of it wouldn’t arouse any suspicion in a cesspool of suspicious people. But, I was up to the challenge for this.
