Two quite significant events didn't happen that evening at Sam's house and two did; I didn't stay the night and I wasn't fucked but we agreed to meet again for lunch at his place in a week or so when Sally a purser on BA was away again and I accepted that he would fuck me.
"Indian or Thai?" he asked after pouring us both white wine.
"What?" I asked wondering whether they were slang for some gay practice.
"To eat?"
"I don't mind."
"Let's do Thai then, ok?"
We sat around waiting for the food and then ate that. We chatted away mostly about the company and our colleagues, almost as if nothing had happened, but of course it had and slowly the conversation came round to sex.
"How long you been using Chariots?" He asked.
"On and off a couple of years, I guess."
"Go often?"
"No, not even once a month."
"What just as the fancy takes you?" he asked smiling.
"Yes, I guess so."
"Same as me. I hadn't been there for ages when I saw you."
We chatted on about our bi feelings and experiences. I told him how mine had started with the massage and that I enjoyed the buzz and now really thought of sex, purely as sex almost irrespective of whether with a guy or a woman. He agreed with me as he did when I told him that I didn't go around looking at men and fancying them as I did women. Laughing he said.
"So, you didn't look at me and fancy me then?"
Laughing back, I said. "Well, there are exceptions."
We cleared away the wreckage of the food and he opened a bottle of red wine.
"Shall we go upstairs?" he asked.
In the spare bedroom where we'd had sex last time he'd set the room up as before with no bedclothes but instead, large green towels.
"Save washing the sheets mate, never been much good with the washing machine," he grinned.
Pouring us both large glasses of red wine he went on. "Let's undress and shower shall we?"
Both wrapped in towels, we lay on the bed and chatted. Initially the topic was about work, but it slowly changed.
"I take it you still have sex with your delicious wife Kelly?" he asked.
"Yes, very much so."
"Has it changed since you have found your bi side James?"
"Not really no, but in some ways I think it's better, although at times I wish she was more dominant."
"Really?"
"Yes. Since I got into this bi thing, I have moments when I feel very feminine," I said worrying that maybe I was opening up a little too much.
"What as if you were a woman?"
"Sort of yes."
We chatted about that and being a top, bottom or versatile for some time which, of course excited me.
"Have you been in an mmf James?" he asked out of the blue.
I told him I hadn't and he went onto explain that Sally loved them and watching the two guys getting it on. "Perhaps the three of us could er get together one day?" he muttered.
"Really?" I rep[lied in a non-committal way.
"Well I can see the idea has at least some appeal," Sam said smiling and putting his hand on my growing bulge under the towel.
I turned my head towards him and he leaned forward and kissed me. I kissed him back as I felt his hand fiddling with my towel. It came undone and I had that glorious feeling as he peeled it away and exposed my swollen manhood.
"You really do have an absolutely fucking brilliant cock James, I could easily fall in love with it."
We kissed a lot more and cuddled so we pressed our bodies together. His towel came off and we rubbed our nudities together, cock on cock.
We stopped for a while and had some more wine. Lying side by side, touching and stroking each other, he said.
"Have you had enough time to think James, about Sal and me?" he asked.
""Yes, I think so. I would like that."
"I'll see what she says, but you can probably guess what she likes to see most."
"No, what's that?"
"Not to be too blunt, it is me shagging the other bloke, she loves that."
