This is a story about how I turned bi. I had married for a second time, and it was a disaster. The marriage had lasted all of 6 months and sent me into bankruptcy. I had no one to blame but myself. Friends and relatives had warned me that I was making a mistake, but she was such a hot piece of ass, I let my dick lead me to destruction.
Prior to the second marriage, while I was dating, I had started going to a local gym. I was feeling good about myself and the way I looked. After being married, we wound up moving and I was no longer going to the gym. Once again divorced, I decided that I needed to return to a gym, if only to work out some frustrations and hopefully to get that self esteem back. I hadn't really gained weight in the short period of time, I was still around 185 pounds, standing 5'11". By the way, my name is Jack, a white and at that time 52 year old guy.
I did a little research and found a gym with several locations, including 2 near my house and 1 across the parking lot from my office. I found that they had a membership that allowed me to use any of their locations, with some of them being open 24 hours. I joined.
Prior to the first membership, I had never belonged to a gym, nor had I worked out regularly at home. I really didn't know what I was doing there. With the new gym, I took the tour and they gave me some instructions on how to use the machines. I started going several days a week. I had nothing better to do. With the bankruptcy, I was about to lose my house, I didn't really have any serious spending money, so the expense of dating new women was out of the question. I worked, I ate, I worked out and I slept.
I could not always get onto the machines that I wanted at the gym, and I would play with the free weights, trying to mimic the moves of the desired machine. During one of these times, I wanted to use the chest press machine, and it was tied up with 2 guys switching back and forth. I saw a bench with a bar available, so decided to try that. I loaded 90 pounds on the bar, and laid down, ready to try my first lift. A guy nearby asked me if I needed a spot. Dah. I didn't know what a spot was, and I just looked blankly at him. He chuckled and walked a few paces over to me and told me to lay back down, under the bar. He asked me if I worked out often, and I explained that while I was there as much as possible, that I didn't really know what I was doing. He quickly explained what he meant by spotting and again offered to do it for me, and also asked if I would mind spotting him in return. I quickly agreed.
This is how I met Perry. Perry is a black man, about my height, but I was guessing he was more like 175 pounds. He looked in better shape than me, as he had much better developed biceps and a slimmer build. I tried to do my 12 reps (just a number that I heard or read somewhere) and found myself struggling from the start. On the 7th rep, Perry stepped forward and steadied the bar for me, and gave me a "slight assist" of getting the next couple of reps in before I got the bar back onto the rack.
I told Perry that I don't understand it. I regularly do 90 pounds on the machine with only a little difficulty. Then he told me that I hadn't figured in the weight of the bar, and that he believed the bar we had weighed 45 pounds, so I was actually trying to press 135 pounds. Another "DAH" moment. He said I did really well though, and suggested that I try another set at the same weight after I rested. In the meantime, he had me get up and he got on the bench and did 15 reps while I spotted him (same weight). While I did stand near his head trying to look like I was spotting him. He didn't need me, because he wasn't struggling at all. I was humbled.
We did a couple of more sets, and then Perry showed me a couple of more free weight exercises. He announced that he was done for the day and was going to hit the sauna, and asked me if I wanted to join him. I had seen the sauna in the shower area, but I had never ventured into it. I was enjoying talking with Perry, so I said that I would like that. We headed off to the dressing room, took our clothes off, grabbed our towels and headed for the sauna. I was following Perry like a puppy dog.
When we got into the sauna, Perry climbed up on upper bench, took his towel off, folded it and laid it on the bench to sit down. I had not seen while in the dressing room, but now I could not help but notice Perry's cock, and there is no better word for it than a cock... thick, at least 6 inches long (soft) and black. As Perry sat down, I believe that he noticed me staring, but as I would find out later, he was used to guys staring at him the first time they see his cock. He just sat down and recommended that I do the same with my towel, as the bench tends to be hot, and the towel will provide a thermal break for me. Being the obedient student, I did just as he suggested. I did not notice if Perry checked out my package. I was later to find out that while he did make note of it, what he was more curious about was my ass, but I get ahead of myself.
Perry and I spent about 15 minutes in the sauna, talking about ourselves, giving each other a little background. He was in a similar situation to me, in that he was separated from his wife, living alone on a tight budget. He said he basically worked, slept, ate and went to the gym. Sounded familiar. He asked if I wanted to get a beer, and since I really had nothing better to do, I readily agreed. He jumped up, placed his towel around his waist (yes, I did check him out again) and said let's hit the showers. I was right behind him.
While having our beers, we found that our schedules were similar, and Perry suggested that we meet at the gym a few days a week. He explained that he always found that having a workout partner led to more regular workouts and more effective workouts. While I had never done that, I was enjoying Perry's company and again, I agreed. We started meeting 3 or 4 days a week, after work or on the weekends. Most of those times, we would head to a nearby pub for a beer before going home.
One day, Perry suggested that we go to his place for the beer. I said that I would like that. We headed to his apartment. It was a modest size, a living room, eat in kitchen, bedroom and bath. Perry had gone the gym right after getting off work, and had put his work clothes back on after the gym. He said he wanted to change into something different and told me to grab a couple of beers out of the fridge, and he'd be right back out. I looked in the fridge and found some imported beers, and discovered that they did not have twist off caps. After a quick look around the kitchen, I yelled to Perry that I needed a bottle opener and asked if he could tell me which drawer to look in. I expected that Perry would yell back to me with which drawer to look in. Instead, Perry came trotting out to the kitchen, naked, apologized and opened a drawer and placed the opener on the counter for me. He turned to me, smiled and returned to his bedroom. Now, I had seen Perry naked at least a half dozen times, and still caught myself checking out his cock. This time was no different. I even suspected that there were times when I noticed that his cock was swelling a little, in that it seemed to be slightly longer and hanging just a little bit less. This was one of those times.
I opened the beers, and walked back into the living room, checking out the pictures on his wall. I assumed family and friends. I knew that he had 3 kids, ranging in age from 20 to 28, and saw what looked like their graduation pictures (cap and gowns) from high school. He walked in wearing some cotton gym shorts and a tee shirt, saw me looking at the pictures and told me which picture was of which kid. He took his beer, took a swallow and suggested we sit down. All he had was a couch. He sat on one end, and I on the other.
Perry grabbed the remote for the TV and found a baseball game. He thanked me for coming over. He said that funds were a little tight, and that it was cheaper to drink at home than at the pub. I said it was no problem and that I thought it was a good idea, explaining that funds were a little tight for both of us, and suggested that from now on, that we just take turns hosting after workouts.
We had a little small talk as we sipped on our beers, about the ball game on TV, about our work and about how things were going with our mutual separations/divorce. Perry said that his biggest frustration was the few dates that he had been on were too fucking expensive. It seemed that the ladies that he had been out with were only interested in getting a free meal, and while he thought that if he persisted, he may eventually get one or more to go to bed with him. He just wasn't sure he could afford that. He also stated that he was getting tired of spanking the rooster. He wished he could just find a fuck buddy, someone to share mutual oral or just hop into bed when the urge arose. We had known each other for a few weeks, and frankly this was the first discussion the we had about sex. Once again, I caught myself checking out his package. Those cotton shorts were loose fitting and I swear that the bulge was more prominent.
I started out this missive stating that this is a story about how I turned bi. I need to give a little background here. When I was much younger, a buddy of mine and I had traded hand jobs. We were seniors in high school, and went off to different colleges and never resumed that activity. I only add that here to let you know that unlike many guys, its not like I never considered touching another cock. Its just that since that time, I never had. I still remember the feeling of a guy cumming on my hand. I never licked it up, never put his dick in my mouth, but also remember the feeling of cumming from his hand job of me. At the time, it was one of the better feelings of my life.
