Chapter 1.
This is a story based on the lives of real people although the actions described herein are largely fiction. All the characters are over 21.
My name is Jim Stillman. Sometime in my late 40s it dawned on me that I was bisexual. This admission had been a long time coming. I'd had a somewhat repressed desire going way back to my youth after some experimenting I'd done with a guy I'd grown up and gone to school with.
But we had both married in our early 20s, had children, and were both living seemingly normal lives. Mike was a math teacher in Nashville city schools. I was a quality control manager for a space technology company headquartered near Atlanta. My job involved frequent travel to our hardware suppliers scattered across the country.
Mike.
My long time friend Mike was an excellent teacher who had received numerous awards and recognition for his success teaching at difficult inner city schools. He was committed to his teaching profession, and had gone on to earn a PhD at Vanderbilt University. He and his wife Carol had a grown daughter named Abigail. Mike was smart, strong, virile, athletic and openly bisexual. His wife was aware of his bisexual desires but avoided thinking about them or even asking him much about his sexual past. She was content with their life and was satisfied that she provided adequate although infrequent sex for Mike. But Mike was not nearly as satisfied as Carol imagined. He had carried on bi relationships for most of his adult life. He enjoyed meeting other married bi men for pleasure and fun.
These get togethers were not at all romantic. It was always about the sex. He would meet strangers from Craigslist and other male hook up websites. The liaisons usually took place at lunchtime in cheap hotels where no ID was required and cash payment assured discretion. Mike was a well endowed top, meaning that he took on the dominant role in sexual adventures. Men like him were in demand as there was an overabundance of "bottoms"...men who enjoyed being on the receiving end of a hard cock.
Over the years I kept in contact with Mike. We exchanged Christmas cards, occasional emails, and infrequent phone calls. I was well aware of his sexuality and I'd shared with him some of my own carnal desires. I'd admitted to him in text messages that I had played around some while on business trips to San Diego and Houston. I had sucked a few cocks of married guys who like me were married and wanting some outside fun. We had come to a point in our lives where we felt comfortable sharing our most intimate secrets and desires.
The fact that we could share our secrets with each other had brought us pretty close. I found myself telling him the lurid details of my sexual adventures with both men and women. He listened to me never passing judgment about anything I'd done. He shared with me the details of his sexual liaisons as well. Our confessions to each other had helped us create a bond of acceptance and understanding unlike that of most male friendships.
We were destined to see each other again in person. After all, Nashville and Atlanta are only about 4 hours apart by car. I had clients north of Nashville, so I had a legit reason to stop by and spend a night or two in Nashville enroute to places beyond.
I told Mike a month in advance of my next visit and we made plans to have dinner at Harper's, a well known steak house in downtown Nashville. As the date approached my nervousness and anticipation built.
Our reunion after all these years was simply wonderful. Mike was just as funny and smart as I remembered. He had put on a few pounds but then again so had I. We chatted about old times, campouts, canoe trips, and sleepovers at his house. He filled me in on the status of his brothers and sisters. They were scattered across the country fro Connecticut to Florida.
I reminded him that he once briefly dated my sister, a situation that was kind of weird given my relationship with him. He admitted that they had done some fooling around but never actually fucked. So I wondered how crazy and weird it was that both my sister and I had sucked his cock years ago. It was stupid to be jealous of my own sister in this situation. Anyway, she had gone on to marry a guy from Texas and was not in this picture anymore. But to hear Mike describe fooling around with her gave me goosebumps.
Mike and I both ordered the filet mignon and a spinach salad. We kept up our banter and our recollections for almost two hours. But I was getting tired, and wanted to go back to my room at the Marriott and he had promised Carol that he would be home by 10pm.
I was not doing a good job of being coy with Mike. He had to know that I was aching for the chance to rekindle our past. In truth, I was making plans to totally surrender myself to him in my hotel room after dinner. But the timing wasn't right and after dinner we simply said goodnight. Mike went home to Carol and I went back to my hotel.
