John worked at the corner store/gas station next to where I worked. I would often stop there and put gas in my car or buy stuff. He was what I would call a "Man's Man" in the context of gay sexual preferences. That is to say he was very masculine (though he was quite short) and very well-built and he was only interested in masculine men (like me). He also made no secret about being gay or that I was to his liking. He knew I was attached to a woman but always dropped hints about how interested he was in me.
My girlfriend thought it was really sweet the way he would almost be drooling over me whenever he would see me. She even jokingly suggested that I should spend a night with him because he was such a nice guy and it would make him so happy.
Over the course of time I kept running into him and he was always interested in talking to me. One day he even gave me his phone number under some pretext. I never let on my occasional bisexual side because if I did it would have been tantamount to saying, "Let's fool around."
Sometimes I talked to him when would take a cigarette break behind the store. He was a nice guy and I enjoyed talking to him even if I knew that he just wanted to pull off my clothes and jump into bed with me.
On one occasion we were talking about weightlifting. I worked out and had a good build. John, of course, would often comment how good I looked. He was quite a few years older than me but in good shape. He told me about his previous weightlifting experiences and mentioned some photos that he could show me sometime. I said sure and that was that. Of course all this hanging around with John started to get me horny. Thinking about just how much he desired me turned me on and one day I decided I should take the plunge.
The next time I saw him I brought up weightlifting and he brought up the pictures. I said I would like to see them sometime. He told me he would be finished work soon and I could stop by his place a few blocks away if I wanted to. I said, "Sure, I'll give you a call."
Time ticked by very slowly as I thought about how excited I was getting by the thought of an encounter with this man who desired me so much. Finally the time came and I called him and he said come on over. I got there pretty fast!
I knocked on the door and he let me in. I sat down on his couch and he offered me a beer. He sat down next to me on the couch and showed me some photos which were quite impressive but honestly I wasn't there for the photos. He sat quite close to me, so close that his legs were next to mine, barely touching. I could have cut the sexual tension with a knife!
My heart was beating fast when I turned and faced him and said, "You know, John, sometimes I fool around with guys."
He looked at me with very big eyes and asked if I would like to fool around with him. I answered with one word. "Definitely", I said, gulping slightly.
