By the time I had reached the grand old age of 18 I had been through, and thoroughly enjoyed, the "enlightenment" process with friends of my own age and moved on to getting interested in girls. That was totally absorbing and I forgot all about the delights of male on male fun, eventually getting married and starting a family.Then,at the age of 30, something life-changing occurred. My young sons and I had been in the local swimming baths and were in the all male changing room, where I was struggling to get them dry and dressed. The room was open with benches along one side and lockers on the other. Only a few bathers in there. I became aware of movement at the far end where the showers were and that movement turned out to be a man carrying his towel over one shoulder making his way along the room to where I was. He was burly, hairy,muscled and stark naked. His penis was long, thick with the beginnings of an erection and with each steady tread towards me it swung from side to side. It was a wonderful sight and I couldn't take my eyes off it.I suppose he was about ten feet away when I forced myself to look up at his face. His eyes were fixed on mine and a light smile played on his lips, which he then moistened with his tongue as he simultaneously stroked his beautiful cock.
I was left weak, shaking and desperately wanting him.
Impossible under the circumstances, but what that experience taught me was that I am without a doubt bi-sexual and I have been celebrating that for many years. My thanks to that unknown man for broadening my horizons in such a fabulous way.
