Bisexual Conundrum Ch. 01
By Fantasizeandrealize
Life was great and it was only going to get better! I just didn't know how much better. I was twenty-one years old and in my senior year of an Industrial Engineering degree at a prestigious university. My grades were good and I found the subject matter of my degree fascinating. I was naturally slim but my body was muscular from a childhood of hard work, growing up on a farm. I was charismatic, unlike a lot of my geeky classmates and had been dating a really hot girl named Alison, for the past two years. She was an accounting major and was two years behind me in college. Life would be great for us!
I had just finished the first round of midterms of my last semester. I felt like going out drinking. None of my friends could come and Alison had late classes, so I went to higher end bar, that I had known about, but never went to before. I usually went to the college bars, where in those days, I could get drunk for five bucks.
Walking in I felt sophisticated and took a spot at the bar. The place was not packed but had a nice professional crowd. A lot of the people were either wearing suits or button-down shirts, with the ties removed. This place was very different from the ratty college bars that I frequented. It was classier, the patrons were older and the drinks were more expensive.
All the stools at the bar were taken so I stood in an unusually big space between two stools and waited for the bartender to come. To my right a couple were sitting in the two stools and they seemed to be in a deep conversation. To my left a big guy in his mid forties was sitting by himself.
As I was waiting for the bartender, the guy to my left says, "Hello, I have never seen you in here before. My name is Albert."
Albert extended his hand and I shook it letting him know my name was William, and that this was my first time in the establishment.
"If they don't know you here, they will take care of all the regulars first." Albert stated, "Let me get this drink for you as a welcome to the place."
Albert held up his hand and the bartender came right over. Albert pointed to me and I asked for a Guinness Extra Stout.
"Put it on my tab, Eric." Albert told the bartender.
"Guinness Extra Stout is an unusual drink for a young guy." Albert stated.
"I don't get to drink it often." I replied, "None of the college bars have it, I only get a six-pack in the grocery store on special occasions. I usually can't afford it on my college budget."
"I see." Albert said, "What are you studying and in which college?"
I told him I was studying Industrial Engineering at that this would be my last semester. Albert let me know, that he owned a mid-sized window frame manufacturing plant. He had built it up from nothing and was very proud of it. There was so much to talk about with him. I went into Industrial Engineering because I wanted to do my part in making America more competitive in manufacturing. Albert was already doing it.
Before I had even finished my Guinness, Albert had already called Eric over and ordered another round for us, telling him to put it on his tab, once more.
I thanked Albert and he just said sure and patted me on the back like an old friend but his hand just seemed to linger too long. I noticed it but didn't say anything, because our conversation was so good and he was paying for my expensive beers.
Our conversation got even more interesting, as he explained about some of his manufacturing processes and machinery. He also knew how to make me feel important by asking for my opinions and if I had studied such things in my classes. His hand also frequently found its way to the small of my back as we were talking.
It felt weird, but in a way his hand touching my back felt complimenting too. As our conversation progressed, Albert's hand inched its way lower, until it was fondling my left ass cheek. I was really weirded out by this, but once again kept quiet because I was enjoying the conversation and beer so much.
Eventually Albert was just kneading my left ass cheek and pushing his fingers right into the crack of my ass. The ironic thing, was that I was getting a stiffie!
I saw Albert looking down my front and smiling knowingly, when he saw the bulge, in my pants. I felt humiliated but for some reason I couldn't bring myself to tell him to stop. We had another three beers together. Albert put them all on his tab and the whole time he fondled my left ass cheek as if he owned it. I felt like Alison must feel like when she is with me. I always love grabbing her firm round ass!
Three hours after I had arrived, I shook Albert's hand and thanked him for the beers and great conversation.
He proposed that we continue it at his house. I politely refused, stating that my girlfriend would be waiting for me.
I saw the look of disappointment on his face as I mentioned my girlfriend, and took off.
When I got back to my apartment Alison was already there and I mauled her. I was so worked up and horny from Albert caressing my ass. Now however, I was playing Albert's part, and couldn't take my hands off of Alison's ass cheeks. I laid back in our bed and she rode me as I grabbed and fondled her fine globes. We both came hard, but I was thinking of Albert as I came and how great it felt when he fondled my ass.
Alison and I made out for a while, showered, and went to bed. That night I could not let go of her fine ass and kept thinking if she felt like I did, when Albert fondled me.
That following day, all I could think about in classes, was how good it felt when Albert fondled my ass. At five thirty after my last class, I went back to that same bar, looking for Albert.
He was not there but Eric came right over and brought me a Guinness Extra Stout. He smirked at me, as he served me, as if he knew something I didn't.
I asked him if Albert had come in this evening, Eric replied, "He usually comes in about twice a week around six." I thanked him paid for the beer and left a nice tip.
For the next week I couldn't stop thinking about what fool I had been to pass up on Albert's offer to go back to his house. I was aroused all the time and Alison and I were fucking every night. She even asked what had gotten into me lately.
I just told her that I love her and squeezed a firm globe of her perfect butt.
I had been to the bar four times now and had not seen Albert. I was becoming a regular. On Thursday the following week I saw him sitting at the bar. There were two empty stools to his right and I sat in the one closest to him shaking his hand.
"It is great to see you again, William." Albert praised, as his hand patted my shoulder and slowly worked its way down to my butt. "It is not every day that I meet a guy who I can talk engineering to."
"Our conversation last time was fascinating." I replied. "I want to hear more about your factory."
"Albert ordered a round and we resumed our conversation from the past week. He told me about new machines that he was buying and processes that he was implementing. He talked about labor problems and I could feel his big hand on the top of my ass.
