Maybe I Am
I have always wondered if I am, technically I have had sex with two other males but I am not sure if I am Bi or not. This is not something that is tearing my soul out, I have nothing against Bi's or Gays, I guess the question is just a technicality, either way the sex was pretty hot so I am not complaining
The first time was an accident, I had this girlfriend who was totally hot, she was a tall thin black women with one of the hottest bodies I had ever seen. She was great at oral but would not go any further, when I pushed the issue "she" admitted that she was really a guy. I spent the rest of the night putting it to her as hard as I could, it WAS great. Afterwards I was too embarrassed to call "her" back. I actually feel more guilty about treating someone who cared for me badly than having sex with a man.
The first time I had sex with a man who I knew was a man reads more like an action novel or a romance rag more than a **** story. I was working as a salesman, my industry called on me to make call in the worst areas of the city in the middle of the night. I had finished a call and had pulled off onto a side street to finish paperwork when I saw it. It was a group of bout six males assaulting a female, I grabbed the AR-15 (military styled rifle) I carried in my car and in my scariest ex marine voice ordered them to scatter, they left immediately.
I scooped the girl off the ground and through her in my car, telling her we had better leave before they returned. I sped out of the area. After we left the danger zone we calmed down and I noticed that the girl was a man. That man was dressed in hot pink spandex short shorts, hip boots and a halter top. Turns out "she" was being assaulted by a group of homosexuals who believed that he was desecrating the gay lifestyle, homophobic gays if you will.
Trung was a gay man who was out there, he owned a his own salon and could dress and act as he felt. I struck up a friendship with him and had him cut my hair for almost a year. When I went to him I was always surprised at his dress, always skimpy and always flamboyant, yet we became the best of friends. I alawys found it more amusing than entertaining.
One day I walked in to get a haircut, he was dressed in full drag, a short little black mini skirt and I have to say he looked good, I have a weakness for Asian girls and he fit the bill. I was also taken by his sense of confidence, as a man he was shy, as a girl he ruled the planet. I did not make a move but I could not keep from stroking his hair and generally petting him. When the haircut was finished he put up the closed sign. After that every type of sex possible we went to his place and went at it a few more times. The next morning I was prepared with a speech about how all the sex was an extension of our friendship, the problem was could not keep from caressing while I gave it. We continued our relationship for a year, it only ended when he got an opportunity to do hair in Hollywood, which was a big deal for him.
I enjoyed it, I have never been attracted to another man since him, still do not know if I am Bi but I enjoyed the ride.