I've had a couple of approaches on here, curious into how I got into enjoying bi-sexual behaviour. This got me thinking back to the late 1970's.

I've noted most 'straight' fellas who enjoy 'fun' with other blokes, seldom talk openly about this subject, so I thought I'd personally take a swing at this taboo as well.

At my first full-time 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 quite 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 by a young buck but would complain about my semen dripping from my puss afterwards, trickling down her inside leg. I had offered to slip on a Jonny but she told me that wasn't necessary. She would describe to me her sexual life at home with her husband. What further roused my mounting lust was when she told me how her hubby mostly enjoyed ejaculating over her heavy breasts. She wasn't too enmoured by this as he just left her to wipe it all up. Anyhow, I had an immovable mental image of his older dick squirting, especially it being where mine was planted in his wife.

A lot of folk knew about our antics and we were once caught going at it; however for some reason neither the management nor her husband came to confront me.

At the same workplace there was this married family man, probably about twice my age, who I had a roving eye on. We went out a couple of times drinking and I'd drop him off home afterwards. One dark evening as he was getting out of the car, I reached out and gently squeezed his thigh, but my signalling went unnoticed.

Nothing happened until a few months later. I was preparing to leave this job after handing in my notice. I was busy working late when this same older colleague abruptly strode over & stridently forced himself on me, heavy handed like. Grabbing my crotch and kissing my neck. I just wasn't receptive and being caught off guard, pushed him off. Looking back, he was trying, I guess, for the very first time, to express his sexual response 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 short while. She knew a friend of Pete Burns - long before he became famous. I asked her to introduce me to this friend of hers, a biker from the West country, which she arranged.

One night after a gig; The Cure I think, this hefty, hairy fella came back with us to smoke hashish ( as it was referred to then ). He rolled a joint, lit up and flopped onto the rug. He then unzipped himself and pulled his sex out. It was fat and flaccid. He blurted out he hadn't had a wank that day. Apparently, he masturbated everyday. Anyhow, unimpressed, my girlfriend walked out to fetch some drinks. Whereas, I was most certainly interested and didn't want to miss my opportunity. I squatted down and took him into my mouth. He quickly hardened and put his hands behind his head, so clearly enjoying it as much as I was. The girlfriend walked back in, slammed the tray of drinks down and exclaimed "What do you think you're doing?" "Have a guess babe. What's it look like?" I snapped back. "Jesus" she said and pulled me away to suck him herself. He didn't invite me back to join their coupling so feeling dejected I went 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 "You what?" I exclaimed. "I reckon, you could be gay" she sneered. "Well, you're way off the mark, but you can think what you like. I wanna swing both ways". "Really? I can't have that" she retorted. So, that sort of spelt the end of that relationship. I wasn't gonna feel shamed about my natural urge so the next day I packed up my gear and returned back south.

A few months later I got a message left on my phone from the dope smokin' hairy biker, saying he was now living in East London and to call if I fancied going to a gig.

I returned the call and he promptly said, 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 bum when riding his motorbike! He liked it to loosen up his butt so I could, well, provide some further anal stimulation. In cruder terms; bugger 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.

He then went on to hook up with a biker girl; who I heard gave him herpes, and we 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 freedom of a bi-sexual life, usually with mature blokes wanting some 'fun'.

And all this, before the advent of the internet.