Bi-Curious No Longer

I had just finished working out and was washing up in the communal shower when one of the regulars from the weight room came in.

He was probably in his late 50s and while he didn't have the buff, muscled look of some of the others, he was solidly built. Maybe 6' 4" and 240 lbs., with broad shoulders. He was bare chested, bearded and his gray hair was cut quite short.

Now, I didn't go anywhere near the weight room, but I regularly used one of the treadmills conveniently located nearby. At 49, I was relatively trim at only 5' 7" and 140 lbs. Occasionally I'd glance over and check them out with more than a little envy.

My shower friend squirted out some liquid soap and began lathering up. I was furtively looking over, checking out his body when he caught me taking a quick glance at his cock. He smiled. I looked away, and turned beet red. I quickly finished showering, grabbed my towel and dried off. I then wrapped it around my waist and headed to my locker, parking myself on the bench in front of it.

I was bi-curious and frequently jacked off to gay porn. Okay, always to gay porn now. I even had a dildo to play with my ass. But the real thing? I could never get the nerve for some reason. I reached up and started rotating the combination dial on my lock to open my locker.

"Hey little, guy, did you like what you saw?"

I turned around and there he was just inches away, naked with his cock at about eye level, towel around his neck. I looked up at him. He had a smirk on his face.

"I, I, um sorry, I didn't mean to look," I mumbled.

I could feel my face going red again.

"I'm just fucking with you, man," he said, smiling and slapping my shoulder. "No harm in taking quick peeks. We all do it."

He sat down on the bench beside me.

"My name's Chris," he said, extending his hand.

"Dale," I replied, shaking his hand nervously.

It was taking everything I had not to look at his cock again.

"Well Dale," he said quietly, leaning in, placing his hand on my nape. "Why not have another look and tell me, do you like what you see?"

He gently twisted my neck and I looked down. His pubes were closely shaved, almost like a five o'clock shadow. His cock was cut, and probably six inches long. It wasn't hugely thick, but it wasn't thin either. Hell, it was perfect. I wondered what it looked like at full mast. My heart was racing, and I could feel my own cock stirring beneath my towel. I looked at him and simply nodded my head.

"Yeah, I thought you would," he said. "I've seen you on the treadmill checking the guys out. Little guys like you are all the same. Checking out the real men, the alphas. Wishing you had one of these bodies. Or maybe wishing for something else?"

He reached down and felt my crotch. I recoiled.

"Relax, Dale. It's all good."

I sat still as he basically fondled my cock through the towel. My cock was getting harder.

"Yep. You really do like it. Here, let's have a look."

He untucked my towel and pulled it away, exposing me. He reached down and his hand encircled my cock. It was the first time another man had handled my cock. He began slowly stroking it. I should have pushed his hand away, but I didn't. I just sat there and let him continue.

"It's kinda small," he said with a chuckle, even though I was fully erect.

He continued stroking me. I was worried someone might come into the locker room and find us: a naked guy fondling a close-to-naked guy next to him.

"Look, a little pre-cum there. You'll be blowing your load soon now."

He began quickening the pace. Fuck, it felt good.

"You really like this, don't you Dale? he said quietly. "Getting jerked off in a public place? Risky behaviour, but that's what makes it so fun and illicit, right? I mean, imagine someone walking in right now. What would they think? What would they do? What would you do?"

He kept stroking me and I knew I was close to blowing my load.

"Show me what you got," he said. "Cum for me."

As if on cue, I came with a big gasp. My cum spurted up and dropped on his hand, my cock and lap. He kept stroking until I stopped.

"Clean it up."

I took my towel and cleaned his hand and myself.

"Why don't we both get dressed and head back to my place? You can return the favor."

My mind was racing. This was it. This was an opportunity to take that next step. I blurted out, "Sure, ok."

He lived about two blocks from the fitness center in a four-storey condo building. His unit was on the ground floor. It was open concept and nicely appointed, with hardwood flooring, a huge leather sofa and two fabric stuffed chairs. The chairs and sofa were separated by a rustic looking coffee table. The kitchen was all white, with gleaming appliances.

I sat in one of the chairs, while Chis sat on the couch.

"Look, um, I don't really have much experience in this sort of thing," I said.

"Oh, what sort of thing would that be?"

"Being with another guy," I replied.

A little smile appeared.

"How much experience do you have?"

"Um, none really," I replied, looking down. "Other than you jerking me off."

"And here we are. You another one of those so-called 'guys who are straight but bi-curious?'"

"Yeah, I suppose," I replied.

"And you've fantasized about this but never acted upon it, instead getting your rocks off on gay porn, am I right?"

I nodded.

"Married?"

"Nope," I said, shaking my head.

"Hmm. I bet you watch a lot of porn. Which videos do you like the best? Wait, don't answer. Let me guess. Little guy like you looking at weightlifters probably puts you in the bottom category. Maybe even a little submissive. You like the gay daddy vids I bet. And you've always wondered what it's like to suck a real man's cock. And get fucked. Am I right?"

Fuck, was I that transparent to him already? It was true. I loved the ones with alpha males using someone smaller guys like me.

"Yeah, I like those kinds of videos," I replied.

"Time to turn fantasy into reality. Get naked."

I got up from the chair and slowly shed my clothes, feeling vulnerable and self-conscious as I now stood naked in front of Chris. My cock was stirring again and I was nervous with anticipation.

He stood up and removed his clothes, all the while staring me in the eyes. It was unnerving and I looked away a few times. He sat back down and shoved the coffee table away from the sofa. He grabbed a throw pillow and placed it on the floor and pointed at it.

I walked over and got down on my knees on the pillow. I reached up and took his flaccid cock in my hand and leaned in. He still smelled fresh and soapy from the shower. This was the moment I had fantasized about for years. I opened my mouth and took in his cock. I didn't know what to expect. The head was soft and spongy, and the shaft had a slightly smooth, silky feeling. I felt it twitch as I took more of it in my mouth until I started to gag a bit. I quickly found out how much I could handle. I swirled my tongue around and sucked. He was hard in no time and I kept working it.

"Kiss my shaft and then suck on my balls," he ordered.

I took his cock out of my mouth, and slowly kissed my way down to his balls. I put one in my mouth and licked all around it before moving to the other. They were heavy. I kept at it for a couple of minutes. I was also hard now. I reached down and gave my cock a few strokes.

"For a first timer you're actually pretty good."

I was pleased. And I wanted to please him. I moved to start sucking his cock again when he gently pushed me away, and moved sideways on the sofa.

"Hop up here and work on my ass," he said.

Okay, this was not one of my fantasies. But rather than refuse, I meekly got up onto the sofa. The leather felt cold against my skin. Chris was leaning against the arm rest with one leg draped over the back of the sofa, his ass propped up on a pillow. I leaned down, tentatively, not exactly eager to eat someone's ass.

"Do it. Lick my bud and use your tongue to probe it."

I got down on my stomach and moved in, propping myself up on my forearms. Tentatively, I stuck my tongue out and licked his bud. Naively, I thought there would be a gross taste, but there was nothing really. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I licked it a few times and then gently probed it with my tongue. I was actually enjoying the sensation.

Suddenly, I heard the door front open and close. My head shot up and I turned around quickly.

"Relax, it's my partner, Phil," Chris said. "We both like to play with others, so it's all cool."

Phil walked into the living room, and broke into a big grin. He was bald, with a massive black goatee. He looked to in his early to mid-60s, about 6' tall and maybe 225 lbs.

"Well, well, who have we here?" he asked.

"This is Dale," Chris said. "This is his first M2M experience."

"Let's move it into the bedroom and really make it an experience," Phil said. Clearly Phil was not one to waste time.

I followed them down the hall to their bedroom, which had the biggest bed I had ever seen. It was absolutely massive. Chris grabbed a throw pillow and put it on the floor. Phil began disrobing.

"Get back on my cock," Chris said.

I knelt down and quickly went back to work on his cock, swirling my tongue around and licking his shaft, while gently fondling his balls. I slid the tip of my tongue along his slit. Phil, now naked, got onto the bed and leaned against the headboard.

"My turn," he said.

I turned and looked at him. He was hairy as fuck, including his pubes, with pierced nipples and bright, colorful tattoos covering his arms and chest. His cock was shorter and fatter than Chris's. I climbed onto the bed and knelt down and took his cock in my mouth, which almost wasn't big enough to take it in. He smelled slightly sweaty, but it didn't bother me at all. While I worked on his cock, I steadied myself with my left hand on his thigh and reached up to rub his belly and chest. I found the amount of hair so masculine and erotic. I felt his cock growing larger in my mouth. I eased most of it out, with just the knob and a bit of shaft in my mouth. It was all I could handle. I moved my hand from his chest and started stroking the base of his cock while licking and sucking the rest.

Chris, meanwhile, got on the bed behind me and grabbed me by the waist, positioning my ass in the air. Oh man, I was about to be spit-roasted. I'd often wondered what that would be like, and now I was about to find out. He squirted some lube on my ass and stuck a finger in and moved it around. Then he stuck another one in.

"Just trying to make your first fuck is as painless as possible," Chris said. "I'm getting soft as I grow older. Time was, inflicting a little pain would have excited me."

I stopped sucking Phil for a second, and said: "I've played with dildos." I resumed my work on Phil.

"Heh. Of course you have. Get ready for the real thing."

Chris removed his fingers and then I felt the head of his cock on my ass. He rubbed it up and down my crack before slowly entering me. It was so much different than a silicone dildo. I could feel the heat of his cock and it felt wonderful as he filled me up. He slowly began fucking me, gently see-sawing in and out while holding onto my waist. I was in heaven and began moaning with pleasure.

"Looks like we may have us a new bitch, Phil," Chris said.

"Well, let's see how the audition concludes before we rush to judgment," he said with a laugh. "For a novice, though, he's doing a mighty fine job on my cock."

If I could have smiled at the time, I would have. I was happy giving myself to these two guys. And the cock fucking my ass felt amazing. I could feel Phil starting to breathe a little faster. He started to thrust his hips a bit. I knew he was about to blow.

"Eat my cum, bitch," he said firmly, grabbing and holding my head.

He roared and the first splash hit the back of my throat, then another and another and another, each one accompanied by a soft grunt. Then I felt the remainder just oozing out of his cock. It felt like warm mucous, and tasted salty and slightly bitter. My first taste of cum and I actually kinda liked it. I swallowed as best I could, though a bit leaked out of my mouth. He let go of my head and pulled his cock out of my mouth.

Chris meanwhile had picked up the pace and the room was filled with the sound of his thighs slapping my ass. He continued for a couple of minutes, while I continued moaning in pleasure and writhing as he pounded me. He pushed me down flat on my stomach, placed his hand on my neck to hold me down, and continued pummelling me. What had been sensual was now animalistic.

"You want my seed up your ass, bitch?" he hissed.

"Fuck yes," I cried. "Cum in my ass, cum in my ass!

"Get ready for it!" he yelled, slapping my ass.

And then he grunted loudly and I felt warm cum seeping into my ass. He lay there for a few minutes, and I could feel his cock softening. He then pulled out, and slapped my ass. I felt empty.

"I'm going to have a shower."

Phil left the bedroom and returned a couple of minutes later with my clothes, and threw them on the bed.

"I'm going to join Chris in the shower. You can show yourself out."

He left the room. I thought it was a bit of an odd, impersonal way to end the session. I'm not sure what I thought would happen, but I wasn't really expecting this. I dressed and left.

As I walked home, I felt a sense of relief. I had finally crossed whatever mental barrier had prevented me from satisfying my curiosity about other men. And serving them had come naturally for me. I had pleased them and in doing so, pleased myself. I knew this wouldn't be the last time.