I've had some approaches on here, curious into how I got into enjoying bi-sexual sex. This got me thinking back to the late 1970's.
I've noted most 'straight' fellas who enjoy 'fun' with other blokes, don't talk openly about this, so I thought I'd personally take a swing at this taboo as well.
At my very first workplace I was engaged in a sexual liaison with a much older married woman. A type of Mrs Robinson, I suppose you would describe her. Remember this was the 1970's, and it was normal in those days to be sexually active at work, 'hanky panky, slap and tickle' was as natural as the weather. Today, of course, it would be professional misconduct and dismissal.
Anyway, this mature married woman, who will remain nameless, enjoyed being fucked doggy fashion by a young buck but would complain afterwards about my semen dripping from her puss; trickling down her inside leg. I had offered to slip on a Jonny but she told me that wasn't necessary. She would tell me about her sex life with her husband. What aroused my lust further was when she said that what he enjoyed most was rubbing his dick between and ejaculating over her heavy breasts. She wasn't too enamoured by this, because she said, he left her to wipe it all up. Anyhow, I had an immovable mental image of this ejaculating mature prick, especially of it being where my own was planted in his wife.
Most folk knew about our antics and we were even caught going at it with gusto; however for some reasons unknown neither the management nor her husband confronted me.
At the same workplace there was this married family man, probably twice my age, who happened to live in my lady's neighbourhood. We had gone out drinking a couple of times. I'd drive as he didn't and I'd drop him off home, a little tipsy, afterwards. One evening as he was getting out of the car, he reached over and squeezed my thigh, but feeling bashful and unsure, overlooked his signal. I was just too shy.
Nothing happened until a few months later. I was preparing to leave this job after handing in my notice. I was alone, working after hours when this older colleague abruptly strode over & began to grope me, forcing himself on me, heavy handed like. Grabbing my crotch and trying to kiss my neck, saying he couldn't control himself any longer. I wasn't responsive mainly as I had been caught off guard, so pushed him off. Looking back, he was clearly expressing his sexual urge to a younger dude but he badly fumbled. To this day, I regret my discouragement for what might have been. It was my first missed opportunity.
Fast forward, I was dating this very slender attractive Japanese woman who had decided to move up North. I had followed her up there for a while. She knew a friend of Pete Burns - before he became a famous pop star. I asked her to introduce me to this friend of hers, a biker from the West country, which she arranged.
One evening after a gig followed by a couple of beers at the local, this hefty, Cornish fella came back to ours. When we arrived this fella flopped down onto the floor and spread himself out. To my utter surprise he slowly unzipped himself. He then proceeded to pull his flaccid sex out and blurted out that he hadn't had a wank that day. Apparently, he masturbated everyday. Anyhow, unimpressed, my girlfriend tutted and walked out to put the kettle on. Whereas, I was most certainly interested and was determined not to miss my opportunity. Despite feeling shaky with nerves I squatted down and gingerly took him into my mouth. He quickly hardened and put his hands behind his head, clearly enjoying it as much as I was. The girlfriend walked back in, slammed the tray of drinks down and exclaimed "Oh my God, what are you doing?" "Have a guess babe. What's it look like?" I snapped back. "Jesus" she replied and pulled me away to suck him herself. He didn't invite me back to join their coupling so feeling dejected I went up to bed, alone. In the middle of the night, I was woken by her mewing and groaning at being ravished downstairs.
In the morning, he'd long gone. Over our morning coffees she claimed she had saved my dignity last night "Eh?" I questioned "Well I reckon, you could be gay" she sneered. "What! You're way off the mark babe, but you think what you like. I wanna swing both ways". "Really? I can't have that" she retorted. So, that sort of brought an end of our relationship. I was determined not to feel shamed about my natural desire, so the next day I packed up my gear and returned back south.
A few months later I got a voice message on my phone from the smokin' hairy biker, saying he was now living South and to call if I fancied going to a gig. He was into heavy metal bands.
I thought about it and a week later I returned the call. He abruptly said, that although he'd had a wank earlier, he was still horny and would I like to meet up. We did and over the next 18 months, on and off, enjoyed a discreet, mutual and satisfying 'arrangement'. I recall he loved his butt plug, particularly up his arse when riding his motorbike! He liked to loosen up his butt so I could, well, provide some further anal stimulation. In other words; pleasure him more comfortably. He would say "You're getting a little wild" whenever I got a bit rough ploughing his earth; for which he thoughtfully supplied the condoms. We were both exploring and learning what we liked and didn't like about 'gay' sex Neither of us took the lead, so to speak. There was no shame or judgement.
Anyhow, this Cornish biker went on to hook up with a biker girl - who I heard gave him a wart on his cock, and we soon lost contact. I suppose his new found girlfriend couldn't abide 'it' either if he had disclosed his own 'alternative activities'. Who knows? But for myself, it had set the template to go on and explore the joy and freedom of a bi-sexual life; despite society's stigma, usually with mature bi-blokes looking for uncomplicated 'fun'.
Funnily enough, when I think back, I did get to 'play' with a few male bikers over time. Not all were confident but most knew what they were looking for & were in relationships in women too.
And all this, before the advent of the internet.
