Date: Fri, 30 Nov 2012 16:49:04 -0800
From: Arthur Morey <storywriter60@gmail.com>
Subject: As the Gays Go Bi

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My association with the group started at a new gay-popular "wine bar"
downtown, a get-together with a pleasant looking, friendly fellow who
introduced himself as Mark. After a bit of chit-chat, he asked if I were
open to bi scenes, which he referred to as "swing" sessions. I said that
I'd never done one before, to which he asked, "No group stuff – or
girls?" I said "neither" to both. He followed up with an offer to attend a
session in the near future, if I were interested. If Mark were going to be
present and naked, I was quite interested, so I said, Oh, sure!" He
followed up by email that evening that it'd be great meeting me, and about
two weeks later, I heard from him again that there was a "session"
scheduled for that Saturday afternoon; I confirmed that I was, indeed,
interested.

I was greeted at the door of the house by an older guy (well, 50's it
seemed to me), slightly overweight, glasses ... picture of a suburban
grandpa, name of Dan, who escorted me down to a rec room in the basement
where Mark was waiting. A couple of minutes later, two other guests
entered. Henry was tall and WASP-y looking, mid-forties with thinning blond
hair in a pseudo-combover that seemed an effort to stave off facing the
inevitable. Barry appeared a bit older, and around 5'5" in height, with
dark bushy hair and round, tortoiseshell-type glasses, all very
academic. For the record, I was 50 with curly red hair (thinned some such
youth), blue eyes, standing at 6'1" last I checked. Mark, by the way, had a
teddy bear persona, best way I can put it – a little shorter than I was,
brown hair, brown eyes.

As "host", he explained that we, the guests, were all new to "swinging" so
there was no pressure at all to perform; everyone understood the
score. "Girls aren't for every inexperienced guy, but we've found most new
folks get into the scene fairly easily. I'm confident this session will go
very well." With that, he lead us upstairs to the living room, where we
encountered ...

Four people having a good laugh (over a joke that was never explained) –
two naked women, and two men in thong-like skimpy undies and white t-shirts
reading SWITCH HITTER! My very first thought was that Dan looked damned hot
that way, the posing-pouch front piece showing quite a bulge, and the
bikini back fitting his full ass perfectly. The new guy, Lawrence, was
decked out in a tiny green number that left essentially zero to the
imagination, especially that he was a show-er, not a grower! With a goatee,
graying hair, and narrow black-framed specs, he seemed almost like a CEO in
search of his poolside drink. Honey seemed like she'd escaped from a
Renaissance fair – tall with blue eyes, and falling blond locks,
including fluffy pubes to match, a bit flat chested for those who care
about that sort of thing, but she had bearing, buckets of it. Finally,
there was Mae, who was certainly NOT flat chested, definitely C, if not D,
with brown hair and eyes, and shaved (or waxed). Talk about a study in
contrasts! Later we were to learn they were bi, occasional partners, but
not an actual couple. Meanwhile, Mark had stripped down to his t shirt and
a pair of black bikinis He was the only one with an erection, so he went
first by default.

There wasn't much of a lull either as within just a few minutes of our
arrival, he had shucked the skivvies, slapped on a rubber, and he and Honey
were making out on the couch like a porn movie come to life. We newbies had
barely had time to strip to our own skivvies (none nearly as racy) as had
been indicated by Dan. The sight of the guy kissing and fondling the blond
princess was a lot to take in. Henry thought so, too, as he and I were each
getting hard; Barry wasn't nearly so excited.  From what I could gather,
Dan brought her to orgasm with his fingers, and then replacing it with his
cock because their moans were pretty damned synchronized! I was having
trouble following them, while instinctively checking on Henry next to me,
and sneaking glances at Dan, who was making out with Mae on the other
sofa. His hardon may not have been popping out of that pouch, but there
seem to be A LOT of activity in there! She was stroking his thighs, while
he suckled those melons. I was on sensory overload.

... and he scores! The scene shifted a bit after Mark busted his nut. It
seems Dan wasn't destined to make it as far as penetration; instead, Mae
switched a handjob and he was away cleaning up with Mark. Had I been
touching myself then, I would've joined him with the nut-busting. Henry, at
that point, asked me if I wanted to sample Honey while he checked out what
Mae had on offer. I thought it sounded like a plan, and as we were making
our way towards the ladies, Dan reappeared, still in "uniform."  I wanted
that cock any way I could get it: ass, mouth, or even a repeat handjob, I
didn't care! He asked how close we were to shooting, to which we replied,
"Not that far!" So, he winked at the gals, who seemed to get what he was
signaling, causing Mae to move next to Honey on the larger couch. We had
already rubbered-up, so it was a matter of getting into position, which was
done by Dan coming up behind us, slapping us each on the back, saying "Go!"
and we were off like racehorses. It felt like cheating on the poor gals,
but Henry and I couldn't helping looking at each other more than
concentrate on them. I did know, however, that I had made exactly the right
decision in showing up that day. I had never fucked a guy before, so had no
direct comparison, but Honey's hole was so hot that I would've been willing
to agree to a cover photo on the next day's paper, "Bi Buds Sharin' Babes!"
for the experience. It was That Damned Good! Unfortunately, I came a lot
sooner than I'd wanted, while Henry got in a few more minutes of bliss. He
asked me afterward, while we were getting dressed, "You feel that was few
years overdue, too?" to which I replied, "D'uh!"

Finally, Barry paired off with Mae, while Lawrence and Honey did a sort of
book-ended closing number that closely paralleled Mark's opener. I was
still on a Honey high myself, but Lawrence was so damned attractive, that
my new bisexual status was searing into my brain. Barry, on the other hand,
seemed to be taking it slow, almost too much so ... but his nine-inch
cudgel (far larger than the group average) was a real viewing
pleasure. Henry was making gagging sounds, as though he hoped to be on the
receiving end of it himself soon!

After the women left, there was a followup "debriefing" session to answer
questions, and hear feedback from the newbies; one item covered was the
"staff uniform," being explained that the shirts were a tradition, and the
skivvies requested by the ladies. I mentioned I felt bad for shooting so
fast, which Dan said as quite common initially. Barry said he was
specifically interested in cunnilingus, to which Lawrence replied that he
was also, and gave "private tutoring" with a girlfriend. Henry thought the
group worked better for him, and wasn't sure he'd so interested in women
individually? The "staff" accepted that such was entirely possible, and
fine if it were so.  As a final item, the guys gave introductions, which
made sense then rather than earlier.

Mark: "I'm 46, was exclusively gay until two years ago. These days I still
prefer guys giving me head to gals, but my fucking is mostly pussy, very
little guy ass."

Lawrence: "I'm 51, and started swinging just under three years ago. I
suppose I'm one the more 'successful graduates' in that I was skeptical I'd
like straight sex at all, and wasn't all that impressed at first. One of
the staff contacted me later to ask about MMF with a girlfriend of his, and
since then he's pretty the only guy I've had sex with, and I've had a few
'girlfriends' of my own."

Dan: "By now you've figured out that all of the staff started with women
later in life. By a sort of coincidence, I started on my 53rd birthday, and
my 55th is next week. If the other person is under 30 or so, gender doesn't
matter; otherwise, I don't do much one-to-one over that, group only." (Here
I thought he was former military fucking women almost daily!)

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I found I was counting down the minutes the entire week to fuck the gals
again; all three of us were present the following Saturday for the second
round, and the other new-bi's agreed it'd been pretty much the same for
them. We were given the SWITCH HITTER! shirts we'd earned to wear from now
on during "swingers" sessions. The difference this time was a fourth
"veteran" present, Scott, tall and thin with longish hair down to his
collar, reminding me of a tennis pro or surfer. He and Mae put on an actual
live sex show to get things started. I really wanted some "private
tutoring" with him because he put on a real Adult Film Awards performance,
including pussy-eating that had her actually squirting all over his
face. Later, he explained that he was 43, having spent his twenties and
thirties being part of the "bisexuality is a wimpy crock!" crowd, totally
dismissing the idea. Until ... he agreed to join a hot guy he'd met,
Darryl, and his wife Lisa, for an MMF session to get access to Darryl's
cock. Darryl had declared that if Scott wanted to blow him, he had to fuck
Lisa first (they knew he was a virgin). Scott decided, "Oh well, okay, I
guess it'd worth it ..." As he put it, the minute his cock hit her pussy he
was completely possessed. He'd thought it'd just be a matter of thrusting
until he filled the rubber and pull out of her, but he found himself
fondling and kissing her breasts and kissing her on the mouth as though
he'd been doing it his entire life. Darryl and Lisa agreed that's what it
seemed like to them as well; they were certain he was NO virgin until he
swore up and down it had been his first time! He did blow Darryl
afterwards, but as much to accommodate Lisa who loved to watch guy-guy
action, since his enthusiasm for the job wasn't nearly what it had been at
first. He further stated that his sex life is heavily centered on couples
now, as well as seeking a female partner to entertain bi men.

As for the status of the rest of my "class" ... a year later, the guy who
seemed the most hesitant, Barry, is the one most affected by the
experience; word has it he has put guys completely on hold, spending time
with several women (separately). Henry and I get together every so
often. He divides his time fairly equally between men and women, including
Anna, whom he met by chance at the public library of all places! I mention
her for two reasons: I was stunned by how strongly I wanted to screw her as
soon as we were introduced, maybe it's that's she's kind of pixie-ish and
androgynous; luckily, Henry had told her about his "start with women" and
she's always excited as hell to take on two "class graduates" at once. She
volunteered to be part of the staff as she'd fantasized about making it
with gay guys for years, but never thought she could find any!

How has my sex life changed (apart of those occasional three-ways)? Well,
there are a couple of bi gals who get very excited watching me take Mark's
beer can down my throat before we turn our attention to them. My biggest
news of all is that I'm going to be a papa! Twice! Mark must shoot blanks!
Honey and Mae decided they were all for being parents, so why fuss around
with ot her options when they loved sex with us?


Author's note: The story isn't intended to imply that any gay person can
become attracted to the opposite sex; few ever will, which is just fine. I
wrote the adventure to acknowledge that some exclusively gay folks do
develop such an interest later in life. Relatively rare, but it happens!