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After Cheryl and I parted ways, I changed jobs and started working for another Big Box Store. That's when I met Katie. Katie was 5 years younger than I was. She had long blonde hair, big brown eyes, 44 D breasts, hips to match and wanted me like no other woman had. We spent weeks flirting, courting and talking about everything under the sun until I finally asked her out. Katie agreed and we went on our first date. Katie and I started a relationship and dated for just under 3 years until we finally parted ways. I ended the relationship, because of Katie's lack of sexual experience(s), more like desire to try new things and just an overall sense of disappointment in where things were and where they were going. I never did tell Katie about my situation with Sara, Enna or Cheryl or my desire(s) for men. There were points throughout our relationship that I was infatuated with her, enjoyed making love to her and having pussy again. But somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind there was always the thoughts and longing for dick. I thought about asking her if she wanted two men at once, hoping we'd land a Bi-Guy and just taking advantage of the situation, pretending it was my first time, or something I wanted to try, seeing if it would lead to more. But I knew that wouldn't be her cup of tea, so I kept it all to myself.
Since we worked together, through our years dating, I decided I did not want to be around Katie after we split up, so I changed jobs and started working for one of those Big Coffee Houses a short time later. I was there about a year, single, just living my life, hanging with friends and enjoying my time when things changed for me again. Almost every Sunday afternoon a usual customer would come in and order his drink, chat it up with my co-workers and I, get his drink and leave. I never really thought about it much until one day he asked me my name?
"I am Mike," I told him.
He said, "HI, I am David."
David was about my height 5'10, styled light brown hair, medium build, with brown eyes. He dressed business casual and was always friendly and a good tipper. I learned through conversations with him that David was in his mid-40's and managed several businesses in the area. Over the next few weeks, we started talking more, but nothing that made me think of dating him. Besides most of my "gay sexual experiences" were with transgender women and an older softer / loving dominatrix, so I never saw myself with an average man. Until that one Sunday anyway.
As usual late Sunday morning David arrived for his coffee. He was wearing a cologne I had never smelled before and the scent was intoxicating. It caught my attention the minute he stepped up to the counter. I asked him. "What cologne are you wearing?"
He smiled and replied, "I don't remember the name of it, it was a present from my old boyfriend."
For some odd reason the term, "My old boyfriend" absolutely caught my attention, plus that cologne sent my brain and hormones into overload, so on his coffee cup I wrote, "Have a great day David, I'd love to chat more. Call me" And wrote my phone number down.
Later that night I got a text from David. He wrote; Mike, it's David from the coffee house. I was surprised you wrote your number down, but happy you did. I'd love to chat more too. This is my number.
Over the next few weeks, we chatted back and forth pretty regularly via text. Of course, I'd see him when he came to pick up his coffee and we'd make small talk, but have great, deeper conversations via text. One day, David asked me if I wanted to meet for dinner one evening when I was off. Of course, (nervously) I agreed and looked forward to seeing him outside of work. I met David for our first dinner at a restaurant downtown. We had a nice quiet pasta dinner and spent some time chatting and getting to know each other better. He revealed to me that he was married right out of high school and had one little girl who was now 15. David told me, he knew about 7 years into his marriage that he was gay, finally told his wife and filed for divorce. David related right after his divorce he found a guy and dated him for a length of time, but unfortunately "he was not the one." David furthered by telling me he had dated a few men over the years, but still hadn't found the connection he wanted. Throughout or messaging and getting to know one another David asked me about my sexuality. I admitted I was bi-sexual, or at least had experienced gay activities with a couple transgendered women, but usually ended back up with genetic girls afterwards. I didn't want to reveal too much, because if we didn't click, I didn't want him hounding me for sex or blasting my personal information to my co-workers. But deep inside I was already developing an interest in him and was hoping things would develop.
After our "dinner date" David and I continued conversing through text and on occasion we would meet for drinks, play pool or shoot darts at a local bar. After a few weeks of spending more time with him, I found myself becoming extremely attracted to him. I started thinking about him more sexually than I had before and wondered if he felt the same about me. One night as we were leaving the bar, I gave him a hug and planted a kiss on his cheek. I think he was surprised but excited I had done that. I decided it was time to make my move. I wanted dick again and I was having those feelings of desiring homosexual sex and being in a homosexual relationship and hoped maybe he would be my next Boyfriend. I was concerned though, considering I have never dated an "average man", but men who were more like women. But I decided I was going to take a shot and see what happens. I asked him out to dinner for the next Saturday night and booked us in to the finest steak house our town had to offer. The place is small and quaint, very poorly lit, very expensive, but I figured it was going to be the most "romantic spot" I could find.
I met David at his apartment complex and he drove to the restaurant. I dressed up more than usual for our date and cautiously flirted with him all night. Afterwards, we spent time in the restaurant bar, just having a few drinks talking more. I couldn't believe I was out on a second date with a man I was interested in. I didn't have to put too much effort into Sara, because she had asked me for sex and now, I was trying to maneuver through the red tape of "dating interest" to see if we had a spark between us. As the night progressed, I felt comfortable with him. I felt like there was an attraction and felt that maybe this was going to be my new man. I had fantasized about him and really started to feel the old feelings of wanting a "man" in my life. I was yearning for the taste of cum in my mouth, yearning for a hard cock in my ass and wanting to be in a similar situation that I was with Sara or Enna where I was cock crazy for someone.
