Here’s a short character sketch I wrote a while back based on something I read in a very old Savage Love column. It might be a good candidate to flesh out into a full story for a bi collection. Enjoy!
“Is that for me?”
He came out of his reverie with a start. He had been daydreaming in the shower at his gym, and he realized that his fantasy about his ex-wife had given him a partial erection. He thought he was alone, but now he was embarrassed to see that the young man had entered the shower room as well.
He had seen him while he was working out, of course. They were the only ones there. He was usually alone when he worked out this late at night. But the young man didn’t bother him, and after a while he forgot that he was there.
Until now. Now the young man was staring at his hard cock with a little smile on his face. He had to admit the kid was good looking. He was very lean and muscular. His biceps and pecs were bulging, flushed with blood from his workout. His ass was rock hard. He even had 6-pack abs. And yes – his cock looked nice too. Large and full. Cut. Hairless like the rest of his body.
“What? No. I mean…I was just daydreaming a little bit.”
“It’s OK. It happens to me all of the time. I was just wondering if we could help each other out.” The young man walked over to him and touched the tip of his dick. Just gave it a little tug. To his chagrin, it got even harder.
He was horrified. He wasn’t gay! He was straight as could be, wasn’t he? Why would this guy think he was a homo? He even started to get a little angry.
But the boy continued to stroke his soapy cock, and he had to admit it felt good. Did that mean he WAS gay? Who really cared anyway? Nobody except him had touched his dick since his wife left. Why look a gift horse in the mouth? He looked down and saw that the boy’s cock was getting hard as well. Without thinking about it, he reached down and started stroking it. The boy leaned in to kiss him. That seemed really weird. But when their lips met, it felt natural. Good even. The kiss lingered, their tongues probing each other.
What did another man feel like? Especially one as buff as this. His other hand started rubbing the boy’s shoulders, then strayed down his chest and back until it got to his butt. He kneaded the boys butt cheeks, which were firm, yet pliant. He reached in between his legs and cupped the boy’s balls. They felt good too. Warm and inviting. The boy threw his head back and moaned a little.
He realized he had a choice to make. If they stopped now, or even just jerked each other off, he could write it off as a fluke, just one of those things. But what if they continued? What if they did more? What did that make him? He was curious now, as well as horny.
He got down on his knees and guided the boy’s cock toward his mouth.