I am bisexual; I barely qualify to be described thus since I've only ever desired four men in my life. I've desired hundreds, if not thousands, of women.
I fell for a man today. He's the fourth! He's been on my mind for the last few hours. His name's Peter and he's a friend of mine; he's been so for about three years.
Peter's got an amazing smile and an incredible way of putting others at ease by giving them his undivided attention. People that are with him feel good about themselves.
We were talking, today, in Peter's office, about what each of us would be doing with his holiday weekend. Peter said he'd be taking things easy, leaving his work-related books and notes aside. I asked if he'd be doing absolutely nothing or whether he'd be physically active rather than being intellectually engaged.
"I think I'll just take it easy and maybe do some swimming", he replied. "I won't be doing the sort of physical things I'd like to be doing." he added with a coy smile.
I knew what he meant; he wanted a woman. I knew the feeling well.
I said that I didn't think someone like him would have much difficulty in that department. He laughed and appreciated my comment.
His remark triggered something in me. I walked away from Peter's office and was amazed to find that I wanted to jack off thinking about him.
............................................................................
Half an hour later I was at home. I was dressed, as Peter was today, in a shirt, sports jacket and loose-fitting casual slacks. I like wearing clothes like these; they seem so masculine but their loose fitting nature leaves a lot to the imagination!
I put my hand over where my cock is, feeling myself through the loose-fitting fabric of my slacks. I could sense the outline of my cock and balls and wished that it was Peter's hand there, or that I had my hand on his package. I don't know which was the nicest thought!
Here was I fantasising magically about my close friend and loving every second. If anyone had told me a few hours ago that I'd later that day have these emotions in me I'd have thought they were mad!
I wanted to stand with my body against Peter's, delighting in his slim sexy gentle masculine figure. I wanted to run my hand down his back and fondle him, kissing his lips with the utmost tenderness and passion.
It was lust I felt for him, but love too. Any time I've felt this way about a man, it's because I've grown over the years to care about him.
I struggled to get my shoes off. I couldn't get them off quickly enough. I stripped down to my briefs, imagining they were Peter's.
I lay on my bed and adopted my favourite position for a fantasy and jerk-off session. I lie face down, cupping my testicles in my left hand and stoke my penis with the palm of my right hand.
I wanted to come as a tribute to Peter; I was paying tribute, in my fevered mind, to this man. The novelty of coming with a man in my mind rather than a woman was fantastic and made me feel so alive!
After my pleasure I cleaned my cock, wiping the come off gently, my mind utterly absorbed in wondering what Peter's cock is like, wanting to delight myself in its colour, its smell, its taste and its texture and in the pleasure of its owner. I wanted to kiss it and to roll the foreskin (if he has one!) back and forward over the head, looking up into his eyes with a mischievous loving smile on my face, utterly in awe of him.
Isn't it strange that I should be so fascinated by Peter's penis when it's Peter my friend whom I've fallen for? I suppose it's because this part of him is close to the essence of his very being, the sum and substance of his being a man. I want to be with him in the ecstasy of mutual orgasm, seeing first the tell-tale signs of oozing pre-come, the quickening, tightening breath, rock-hard rods touching, the final eruption, mixed together on our chests to form nectar that we share with each other with intertwining tongues. The air is filled with the smell of two men in sexual ecstasy, bonding more lovingly together. The breathing, the loving continues. We don't want it to end. We've been friends for so long. Now we're closer than ever before.
But that's all fantasy; nothing's happened yet.
Peter and I will probably go out again soon. We enjoy talking about women and trying to score in that department.
For me though there will be another reason for excitement! I'm enjoying fantasising about what might happen between Peter and me. I don't think it'll be easy though. In fact I must admit that nothing's very likely to take place. After all I can hardly come on to him the way I might with a woman. In such a circumstance, if she weren't interested, well nothing's lost; it would just be a bit disappointing that's all. With Peter it's a different story. If he's not interested, perhaps not even remotely interested in that sort of thing at all, then I'd be knee deep in difficulty. My reputation would be ruined.
So I'll have to think of some way I can seduce him so that if he's interested he'll interpret me correctly and if not, he'll think nothing of it. This is hardly easy.
............................................................................
All of what I've written is true; it happened today! I'd read some of the stories on this site in the past. To relieve some of the tension that's in me, I thought I'd contribute my own.
I'd like to write another installment, a sequel. Maybe Peter and I will be able to relate to each other sexually. I'd like to write about that. On the other hand maybe I'll have to write about what I wish might happen, using my imagination.
If you can write anything to encourage me in my authorship, please do! clashmore@hotmail.com