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I’m 40 now and been bicurious for about as long as I can remember. Started out with tasting my own cum, playing with my hole then one day I kinda realized that’s kinda what guys do with each other. After YEARS of trying to figure out what I was I decided I was a guy that loved and would spend my life with a woman but the idea of sex with a guy on occasion turned me on..A LOT! They are straight. They are not interested in a romantic relationship with you; if they were they'd come out as bisexual or gay. They have not, therefore there is no hope for a relationship with them. You're only setting yourself up for failure, heartbreak, and the loss of a friend. Should I text him to say I know something happened that night that shouldn't have happened? And that I've been feeling very confused and stressed about the situation? Or do I just try to pretend it never happened and hope it becomes a distant memory and that when we next see each other we can just laugh it off? Fast forward to today. I am the happiest I have been in a long time. I have two wonderful men, who are best friends. They are my clowns again, who joke around and quite often gang up on me. They have even been known to pop to the pub and leave me at home. There have been many bumps in the road, but completely worth the effort. Every second person seems to ask us “what if” or “in a year’s time…” and for a very long time we also wasted many days worrying about the “what ifs” of tomorrow.
It may be that at the first you wondered if this was the way it was supposed to be. You may have talked to your friends about it, subtly suggesting that things were "good" but not "great," that you wondered sometimes ... Adding those two simple letters to your bio will draw some unwanted attention, and it's going to be a pain in the ass. But in the long run, it'll also act like an asshole filter to weed out people who try to put sexual orientation into a box. We tried to hide the feelings, and continue to function as friends but were also both eager to spend as much time together as we could. Sam began to call in on the way home from work, or pop in and see me at work. Although I knew my feelings toward him weren’t OK, nothing physical was happening between us during these times, so I tried to kid myself we weren’t doing anything wrong. His surf style board shorts — showing crabs and seaweed as a design — make a brisk ripping sound from the Velcro strap. From his small-bellied waist, the shorts slowly and consistently descend further into the somewhat transparent, slow-moving water. His bare ass is a toast-brown sort of color, flashing above the pool for a disgusting length of time, as he relies on his moderately strong forearms and triceps, while pushing up onto the ledge. He proceeds — naked as a child at birth — and as, though denying such would do him no favors, he suffers from a similar condition as neonatal boys having an exposed, shrunken penis. In between that time, my wife had to take a three night business trip. Well on the last night, she failed to respond to some of my texts after I knew she was at the bar. Which is totally out of character for her. Immediate red light goes off in my head, and I'm thinking something is up.
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Last weekend my straight friend and I decided to invite some people over and have a cookout at his house. Everything went great at first, and we all were having a good time. Eventually everyone left except for me, him, and his girlfriend. His girlfriend went upstairs to bed, and he and I stayed downstairs and continued drinking. We are both partial to whiskey, and man was it going down easy that night. Before long we found ourselves pretty hammered. Tonya watches my eyes, so I decisively flash her with a flirtatious smile. Next I push myself up — using the flat surface of my slippery palms — and lift out of the water. I sit on the pool's concrete rim. "Tonya, you up for a game of Truth or Dare . . . or what? This is getting boring. My fingers are beginning to wrinkle like my prune-shaped privates over here." I asked them if they knew why Sam lived with us “Because he is lonely and doesn’t want to live on his own” says one, “because he loves us” says the other, “because we love him” pipes #3.. I realized the conversation wasn’t going anywhere fast. I asked them if they understood that I loved Sam. Yes, they understood. I asked them if they understood that I still loved Daddy just as much, and no less than I always have, yes, they did. Enough," I say, raising my head . . . sort of like an overstuffed baby . . . from the exposed breast. "Who's going to go next? Tonya . . . truth or dare? We all doing dares? Yes, no — what?"
The next morning my husband went to work as he aways did, and Sam and I were left at home. He came to lie with me on my bed, and we both cried. We kissed, we held each other, and we cried. “You know we can’t see each other again,” he told me over and over. “We have to end this.” My tears were constant and I just shook my head, over and over, “You can’t just walk out of my life…” The wonderful ones result from love and trust and understanding. But really, it's blindingly simple. We give each other what we need, including freedom and space. We respect one another. And we are self-aware enough to know that we're interested in, and capable of, exploring sex, whatever that means for us and despite what it may mean for anyone else. (That is, of course, anyone not sexually involved with us.) Being in an open marriage has brought my husband and me closer than I ever imagined possible.
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Two weeks after the incident she went to get her nipples pierced. I was with her of course, and was turned on by the thought so I said yeah, let's do it. I'm a straight guy and have never had any form of sexual experience with a guy until a couple of months ago.
Not anymore. I share my nights between my boys, kiss them both when they walk in from work, and sit in the middle on the couch. The responsibilities around home are shared, and the kids are happy and extremely loved. We have all grown enormously, and the fantastic dynamic between the three of us has to be seen to be believed. They both offer me different things, and both understand I love them. Today, I couldn’t imagine my life without both of them in it. If the ideal doesn't happen, and you have to have a serious talk with him.. ugh. Definitely, definitely, don't take all the blame (or any of the blame - it's better if he accepts it all on himself, otherwise he might blame you completely to avoid feeling like his sexuality has been questioned). This is definitely a situation that is more traumatic for him than for you, and has far greater complications. I wouldn't beat yourself up about it. Why? Well, you were insanely drunk and so was he. Hopefully, you wouldn't have done anything with him were you sober, but since your inhibitions were lowered... Plus, he has an equal amount of responsibility in what happened. He might have been drunk as well, but it isn't like you told him to pull down his pants, and it wasn't like he was saying no - after all, he wanted to go even further than you let him. I know that this might sound harsh, maybe even too harsh. But really, I know exactly what you're feeling. I don't know many gay men (myself included) who hasn't developed a crush or had feelings for a straight guy - including straight friends. It happens all too frequently, but there is just one important thing to remember...
The Comedian (2012)
In terms of the bi experience on Bumble, it's easy to look at people of all genders at the same time. However, profiles don't come with a tag to signify your own sexual orientation, so if you want people to know your bi, you'll have to throw it in your bio or make it known through one of the prompts. Still, Bumble is one of the most popular dating apps in the game, so the chances you'll find someone good are high. And if you're looking for queer pals, Bumble BFF does have some LGBTQ-focused profile tags. year old single guy here. Virgin to same sex pleasure so I'll be describing what I would like, depending on my mood. Fine," says Lauren. Her eyelids lifting and falling down from drunkenness, she effortfully lunges toward Tim in slowed, moon-walking style leaps. "Truth or dare, Timmy. You're so cute. Like a puppy dog. I just want to pet you all day . . ." The bisexual community has an inside joke that describes what it's like to date as a bi person: People think it means double the options and double the fun, but it really just means double the rejection. Yes," Tonya agrees, just slightly grinning. "I guess that is a sensible way of looking at the difference between evildoers and sinners. Perhaps I was overreacting just a little.”
I'm a male, but thought posting in this forum would give me some perspective into the female thought process on this subject. I have been with my wife for close to 18 years, married for 13. WE have had a typical marriage of ups and downs, but for the most part our sex life has remained very active and enjoyable for both! As has the emotional part. We are very good at communication. Before the dinner incident, we had already planned a group night a few days later, and although Sam insisted he needed to stay away, and hubby wasn’t overly keen on Sam still coming, I convinced them both to leave the plans as they were, as it would possibly be our last night out as a whole group. Once again, bad guys commit acts of evil. Right? What’s evil, really? Evil is when you hurt — or, even — when you want or desire to hurt yourself or someone else. Point being, the wrongdoing is malicious and fully intentional. The deliberate decision to hurt your fellow woman and man, well . . . that just might be the worst transgression there is. Period." Your in a tight spot emotionally. If you care deeply for him then it goes without saying you want him to be happy. While at the same time it likely isn't very comforting to find out you are not all that your mate wants or needs. In fact the idea would make many feel like shit. Things get more complicated if you notice that he starts pulling away from you. If he stops answering your texts, doesn't really start returning your calls, doesn't drink when you're around, then he is pulling away. This should become rather clear in the next couple of weeks or so.
I probably wouldn’t mention this to your girlfriend. Others will disagree with me on this advice, but I just don’t see how telling her can make the situation any better; it can certainly make the situation worse. She likely will not understand how or why this could’ve happened (just like you are unable to understand how or why it happened). She will have more questions than you’ll have answers for, and your answers may not be to her satisfaction. I really think it’s best to not bring this up to her. She arranges her apple-red fingernails into a threatening cat's claw, adding, "Choose dare. Don't make me castrate you, Timmy." He said " roll on to your belly and spread your legs " , so I roll on to my stomach and spread out in a V. I got a dare," I say, smiling nefariously. "I dare you two . . . Tonya and Lauren . . . to both drop your tops and French-kiss each other." I extend my smile, wryly adding: "And the makeout session must continue for at least half a minute. Otherwise, it doesn’t count." The mention of visiting a swingers club (where couples swap partners for an evening) had come up a few times, and eventually we decided to take the plunge. We set our rules before we headed in, both extremely nervous, neither knowing what to expect.
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