I've been bisexual for as long as I can remember, but didn't have sex with an adult male until I was 30. There were several times as a child that we played around, but those stories are for another day. I thought if I acted on my feelings I'd be gay, and I'm not. But every time I masturbated, I'd think about cock, and have explosive orgasms. I love EVERYTHING about beautiful women, but on men, just cocks. No kissing, no hugging, no thanks, I'm not gay.
I accidentally went into a gay bar while bar-hopping one night and played a game of pool with a guy who asked me if I was gay. My cock started stirring, like it is as I type this, and I told him that I wasn't. I left the bar and went home.
At home, I masturbated furiously over the lost opportunity, cumming all over my chest as I fantasized about his cock. That was when I knew I'd go back to that bar.
The next night I was lucky enough to find him there. We got a room, and he kind of guided me through the fun of exploring sex like kids do. There was no pressure, no hurry, just two hard cocks enjoying each other ... no pressing need to impress a woman.
My orgasm was incredible. He jacked off both of our cocks in his hand, and I rubbed my cock on his like it was pussy. Best sex I ever had. I'm married and love women, but that was the best.