My Tortuous Path to Bi-sexuality

When I was in my mid-20?s, I was sexually molested by two men. Although I was raised during the period of the ?sexual revolution?, I didn?t really participate in it. ?Things? conspired to keep me out of it. Family financial difficulties made me decide to go out to work at the age of 15 (so that I could buy what I desired) and I undertook to continue my studies at night.

Ten years later, I was a ?mature age? student at University, working full-time, studying part-time and paying off a house and a car. I had several friends who were girls, but no girlfriend. I had had several sexual encounters, but no relationships.

I had fallen into a routine of working five days, attending lectures two or three nights a week, working around the house on Saturday and playing sport on Sunday afternoon.

To prevent aches and pains all week at work, after sport I would go for a spa and sauna. This was a mixed sap and sauna and most people shed all their clothes when they went in.

One day I was by myself, floating in the spa when another man slipped into the water opposite me. I nodded a greeting and resumed floating as there was still enough room in the spa for the both of us..

I felt something brush against the inside of my leg. I was startled and looked around. The other man seemed oblivious to the contact his foot had made against my leg. I assumed that I was too sensitive, relaxed and resumed floating.

There were a few more touches, and I assumed that they were still innocent and ignored them. Suddenly I was shocked. The man?s foot started touching my crotch, rubbing against my cock. I looked over to him and he still acted as if nothing untoward was happening. I was embarrassed. Embarrassed because I didn?t know how to stop it. Embarrassed because deep down I didn?t want to stop it. I was enjoying the touching and I was becoming aroused ? my cock stiffening.

After a while, I honestly couldn?t say how long, the man climbed out of the spa and left. He acted as if nothing had happened, he dressed and left the spa room. I never saw him again.

I was perturbed. I had always considered myself heterosexual. Whilst I had know people who were homosexual, I had never considered then as possible sexual partners. Yet I had found the man?s touch exciting.

Several weeks later the same thing happened again. It was a different man, but it again evoked the same feelings in me. I was never molested in the spa again,, but these events caused me to re-evaluate how I saw myself.

I relived in my mind both incidents and I envisaged possible responses ranging from indignation to retribution. But also I started to wonder what might have been.

I still felt that I was strongly heterosexual and banished those thoughts from my mind. Until?.

About a year later, I called in to see a man to talk about a business opportunity. When I arrived at his home, he was busy moving furniture with two friends. When they had finished, the two friends started talking about taking a bath, and finding someone to wash their backs. They began teasing me, asking me to wash their backs and offering to return the favor, I joined in the repartee, laughing.

They went off to the bathroom while we settled down to discuss the business proposal. When we had finished, the two men returned and joined us in the lounge room. At that time, it became obvious to me that they really were homosexual and that all their joking around had been partially serious. They ataşehir escort invited me to stay for a few drinks and a party with them.

For the first time I had to confront my sexuality head on. If I was purely heterosexual, as I thought I was I would have politely refused their offer out of hand. Instead my mind raced. I was supposed to meet other people afterwards, but I could have pulled out if I could have contacted them. I quickly reviewed my options to see if there was any way I could contact them and change the arrangements so that I could stay and party with these overtly homosexual men.

As these were the times before cellphones and text messages, I could not contact the people I was meeting with, so, reluctantly I refused their offer. As I drove off to my next appointment, I was again thinking of what might have been.

For the next ten years, I was purely heterosexual, although I enjoyed reading quality erotica on a wide range of sexual practices. As a result of my reading, I resolved to participate in a session of Bondage and Discipline where I would be the submissive.

I had seen advertisements from Mistresses offering their services, so I got up the nerve and rang one of them.

We talked briefly and she suggested that I come in and see her so that we could talk face to face. She would tell me what a B