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Round One.
I have become sexually attracted to a man for the first time in my life. Well, actually that’s not true; I just never would allow myself to believe it much less act on it. I have determined that I am a cross dressing bi-sexual, who has never satisfied the “bi” part. I am pretty sure he is open to it. I have excellent gaydar. It would follow that gay men would have good gaydar as well. That would explain why I got hit on so much by gay men when I was young. So dear reader this is for you, if you can always spot one, you probably are one or you are a closet switch hitter like me.
Dan is a longtime friend, his wife and mine met as coworkers in an office. He and I met at their office party. We discovered that we had a lot in common; food, wine and conversation. Plus he and I are both former military pilots. We began a tradition a few years ago of going to lunch once a month. We alternate picking the restaurant.
We enjoy telling pilot stories about the good old days. “Oh my God, then there was time when…..
The difference was I had flown in combat and he had not. He told me how much he admired me for this. That I had seen tracers coming from the ground at my aircraft and he had not. That I faced death by hostile fire and he had not. He went so far as to say that I am his hero. Hey, his words not mine, I’m just telling the story. This set off my gaydar which had already been getting hits.
In one conversation over lunch I admitted I had resumed smoking dope after it was legalized. We discussed whether or not he wanted to try it. We finally decided that it would be a good idea. So after lunch we decided to go back to my house and smoke a little dope.
I swore him to secrecy about the dope. This was a move on my part to gain his confidence. If we shared one secret it might lead to sharing another.
It was fully my intention to get him stoned and seduce him. For some months I have been trying to figure some course of action that would bring us together at my house. This presented the perfect opportunity with the added benefit of having our barriers lowered by the effects of the marijuana.
He followed me to my home from the restaurant. I hit the garage door opener and drove in. He parked in the drive and walked into the garage. I was already out of my car had started to fill my little pipe with dope.
I looked up as he approached and took me by the shoulders and said "I love you Nick."
Okay I was totally caught off guard and instead of hugging him and saying "I love you too man." Which might have led to a kiss and then who knows, I got all coy and joked, "You should love me, I love me too." without even thinking.
His face clearly registered his disappointment. We went into the house and sat at the bar in the family room. He remarked that he was enjoying the experience of being high. I kept trying to work the conversation around to something that would result in a resumption of our earlier exchange, but once rebuffed he wasn’t open to trying again. After the marijuana had run its course he left.
I masturbated.
So round one ended in failure.
Round two.
My wife made plans to go out to dinner with a friend’s Birthday so I was to be on my own for dinner later next week. I hatched a plan. I would invite Dan over for pizza. It would be a late lunch or an early dinner. I called and he agreed to come over..
So it was to be booze, marijuana, pizza followed by seduction. What could possibly go wrong? It had worked so well, so many times before.
He arrived and I mixed two martinis on the rocks. We drank and chatted while I prepared the pizza dough. I guess I kind rushed him through the drink; I didn’t realize that he hadn’t eaten. I was working on two pieces of toast and a cup of coffee six hours earlier myself. But I expected the alcohol buzz that would hit me to be accentuated later by the marijuana high.
“What does it do to you?” he asked taking a seat at the breakfast bar.
“Makes me feel at peace I guess. Makes me more sensitive to touch for the first hour or so. Makes me hungry. Makes me a little numb, kind of tingly, especially my tongue, sensitive. I feel very happy and stuff can be really funny to me. Makes me horny.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed that you really seem to enjoy it. I want to feel like that.”
“It doesn’t change you, it just allows the inner you to escape from where you hide it. You know like coming out of the closet.”
I checked for a reaction, there didn’t seem to be one.
We kind of hurriedly finished our drinks and went downstairs to the garage to smoke the dope. He said he had been looking forward to getting high with me again. We each had about three hits. Then we went back upstairs so I could finish the pizza, He again sat at the breakfast bar while I busied myself with marina sauce and cheese. For those of you who have never smoked marijuana, it takes about five minutes to feel the effects. I was just adding the peperoni when I noticed he had stopped talking. I turned; he was leaning back on the barstool, his feet just touching the floor, arms hanging down his sides, his head rolled back and his mouth slack.
“Hey man if you’re going to sleep you shouldn’t do it on a barstool.” I said as I took a few steps toward him intending to wake him. Then, he fell to the floor, “Holy shit I’ve killed him!” went through my mind.
I bent over him, he was pale, but he was breathing. I checked his pulse, he had one and it seemed strong, I didn’t bother counting. I remembered from a first aid class I had taken long ago that having a pulse and breathing were good things. Breathing with a heartbeat, probably didn’t reflect a need for 911.
I was kneeling over him when his eyes opened. “Hey, you alright?” I asked.
“Yeah I’m fine.”
“If you’re fine why are you lying on the floor?”
“I’m on the floor?”
“Yes, the floor would be that hard thing on your back.”
“Oh shit what happened?”
“You passed out man. I replied as he got slowly and carefully to his feet.
What time is it in New York?” giving him a quick cognitive test to see if he could put two pieces of information together.
“The fuck do I care?” He failed the test.
“What happened?” he asked again as he stood and leaned against the pantry.
‘You passed out, you okay?”
“Yeah I’m fine. What happened?”
“I don’t know, I turned my back and then I looked at you and you hit the floor.” I turned back to my pizza. Then I heard a sound like someone had thrown a large piece of meat on the kitchen floor. I turned to see him collapsed on the floor again.
Of course I’m stoned and drunk myself and all I can think of is Howard Cosell calling an Ali vs Frazier fight from years ago. “Down goes Frazier, down goes Frazier!”
I rushed back to him and knelt down again suppressing a giggle. I was longer so anxious about him dying, I’d been in this condition myself.. .
“Hey man are you okay?” I know stupid question, he’s probably not okay since he keeps falling to the floor, but he wasn’t going to die unless he hit his head on the granite countertop. Besides I was curious you know?
We played the “I’m okay. What happened” game again. Then I got him on his feet and walked him into the living room. “I want you to sit down in here for a minute; I don’t want you hitting your head on one of the granite countertops. Let me get you a glass of water.”
“No, seriously I’m okay man.”
“Okay means never having to say “What happened?” Here drink some of this and just stay put for a minute will you?” I handed him a glass of cold water and went back to the kitchen. I finished putting the pizza together as he came back into the kitchen.
“How you feeling?” I asked as I slid the pizza off the peal onto the stone in the oven.
“Much better.”
“Your color’s back.”
“That’s good. I’m okay, I’m in control. Wow, I feel really weird. I’m in control, I’m in control.”
“Have you eaten anything today?”
“No. What happened?”
“Well my guess is the martini went straight at you through your empty stomach and when you smoked the dope it pushed you over the edge. It’s happened to me before, the feeling will pass. You’ll be fine. We need to get something in your stomach though.”
”Fuck man, I don’t like this. How come it doesn’t affect you like this?”
“Years of practice I suppose. When it does hit me like that I’ve learned to enjoy the rush. I try to avoid the falling down part.”
“Shit I feel weird.”
“You’re not going to fall down again are you?”
“No, I’m fine.”
“You keep saying that.” I pulled the pizza from the oven and sliced it into portions. I served us both two slices. “You want a beer?”
“Yeah, I’m thirsty.” He took a bite of pizza as I poured two beers into frozen glasses.
“Well, take it easy until you eat something.”
We found our way down to the bar in the family room. We joked about his bad trip. I suggested we watch a T.V. program on a cable channel that he doesn’t subscribe to. He said he’d rather talk. I poured him beer and I mixed myself another martini. We went out to the garage where I smoked some more dope. I needed to eliminate all my inhibitions if I was going to try and seduce him.
We verbally danced around the subject in conversation. I got up to go to the restroom. I casually touched his thigh as I walked by. No response.
To be frank I don’t remember much of the conversation. I was pretty wrecked but fully functional as evidenced the partial erection in my pants. With just a little encouragement..
He drank a few more beers and kept apologizing for spoiling the party.
I thought, “If you only knew.”
That went on for about three hours. Gradually the effects of the marijuana wore off for him. Not for me of course, I stayed stoned and drunk all afternoon.
Alright, fine. I drink too much, okay way too much. I smoke dope all the time. I stay stoned, if I don’t have to go somewhere from the time my wife leaves for work until she comes home. I don’t drink alone during the day. I don’t drive stoned or drunk. What goes on in my home harms no one but me and the occasional potential homosexual encounter that I go all Bill Cosby on.
Well we continued to dance around the subject like two shy boys. I even tried truth or dare but I just couldn’t pull the trigger.
He finally left.
I masturbated.
Round two ended in failure.
Round three.
A few days later he called and suggested lunch. Our pizza party was not considered an official lunch. He suggested a restaurant near my home. I thought “Yippee, we are going to do this thing!” But alas we just had fish and chips and parted company.
I went home and masturbated.
Round three ended in failure.
It is almost a new month so I can invite him to lunch again. Stay tuned.
I have become sexually attracted to a man for the first time in my life. Well, actually that’s not true; I just never would allow myself to believe it much less act on it. I have determined that I am a cross dressing bi-sexual, who has never satisfied the “bi” part. I am pretty sure he is open to it. I have excellent gaydar. It would follow that gay men would have good gaydar as well. That would explain why I got hit on so much by gay men when I was young. So dear reader this is for you, if you can always spot one, you probably are one or you are a closet switch hitter like me.
Dan is a longtime friend, his wife and mine met as coworkers in an office. He and I met at their office party. We discovered that we had a lot in common; food, wine and conversation. Plus he and I are both former military pilots. We began a tradition a few years ago of going to lunch once a month. We alternate picking the restaurant.
We enjoy telling pilot stories about the good old days. “Oh my God, then there was time when…..
The difference was I had flown in combat and he had not. He told me how much he admired me for this. That I had seen tracers coming from the ground at my aircraft and he had not. That I faced death by hostile fire and he had not. He went so far as to say that I am his hero. Hey, his words not mine, I’m just telling the story. This set off my gaydar which had already been getting hits.
In one conversation over lunch I admitted I had resumed smoking dope after it was legalized. We discussed whether or not he wanted to try it. We finally decided that it would be a good idea. So after lunch we decided to go back to my house and smoke a little dope.
I swore him to secrecy about the dope. This was a move on my part to gain his confidence. If we shared one secret it might lead to sharing another.
It was fully my intention to get him stoned and seduce him. For some months I have been trying to figure some course of action that would bring us together at my house. This presented the perfect opportunity with the added benefit of having our barriers lowered by the effects of the marijuana.
He followed me to my home from the restaurant. I hit the garage door opener and drove in. He parked in the drive and walked into the garage. I was already out of my car had started to fill my little pipe with dope.
I looked up as he approached and took me by the shoulders and said "I love you Nick."
Okay I was totally caught off guard and instead of hugging him and saying "I love you too man." Which might have led to a kiss and then who knows, I got all coy and joked, "You should love me, I love me too." without even thinking.
His face clearly registered his disappointment. We went into the house and sat at the bar in the family room. He remarked that he was enjoying the experience of being high. I kept trying to work the conversation around to something that would result in a resumption of our earlier exchange, but once rebuffed he wasn’t open to trying again. After the marijuana had run its course he left.
I masturbated.
So round one ended in failure.
Round two.
My wife made plans to go out to dinner with a friend’s Birthday so I was to be on my own for dinner later next week. I hatched a plan. I would invite Dan over for pizza. It would be a late lunch or an early dinner. I called and he agreed to come over..
So it was to be booze, marijuana, pizza followed by seduction. What could possibly go wrong? It had worked so well, so many times before.
He arrived and I mixed two martinis on the rocks. We drank and chatted while I prepared the pizza dough. I guess I kind rushed him through the drink; I didn’t realize that he hadn’t eaten. I was working on two pieces of toast and a cup of coffee six hours earlier myself. But I expected the alcohol buzz that would hit me to be accentuated later by the marijuana high.
“What does it do to you?” he asked taking a seat at the breakfast bar.
“Makes me feel at peace I guess. Makes me more sensitive to touch for the first hour or so. Makes me hungry. Makes me a little numb, kind of tingly, especially my tongue, sensitive. I feel very happy and stuff can be really funny to me. Makes me horny.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed that you really seem to enjoy it. I want to feel like that.”
“It doesn’t change you, it just allows the inner you to escape from where you hide it. You know like coming out of the closet.”
I checked for a reaction, there didn’t seem to be one.
We kind of hurriedly finished our drinks and went downstairs to the garage to smoke the dope. He said he had been looking forward to getting high with me again. We each had about three hits. Then we went back upstairs so I could finish the pizza, He again sat at the breakfast bar while I busied myself with marina sauce and cheese. For those of you who have never smoked marijuana, it takes about five minutes to feel the effects. I was just adding the peperoni when I noticed he had stopped talking. I turned; he was leaning back on the barstool, his feet just touching the floor, arms hanging down his sides, his head rolled back and his mouth slack.
“Hey man if you’re going to sleep you shouldn’t do it on a barstool.” I said as I took a few steps toward him intending to wake him. Then, he fell to the floor, “Holy shit I’ve killed him!” went through my mind.
I bent over him, he was pale, but he was breathing. I checked his pulse, he had one and it seemed strong, I didn’t bother counting. I remembered from a first aid class I had taken long ago that having a pulse and breathing were good things. Breathing with a heartbeat, probably didn’t reflect a need for 911.
I was kneeling over him when his eyes opened. “Hey, you alright?” I asked.
“Yeah I’m fine.”
“If you’re fine why are you lying on the floor?”
“I’m on the floor?”
“Yes, the floor would be that hard thing on your back.”
“Oh shit what happened?”
“You passed out man. I replied as he got slowly and carefully to his feet.
What time is it in New York?” giving him a quick cognitive test to see if he could put two pieces of information together.
“The fuck do I care?” He failed the test.
“What happened?” he asked again as he stood and leaned against the pantry.
‘You passed out, you okay?”
“Yeah I’m fine. What happened?”
“I don’t know, I turned my back and then I looked at you and you hit the floor.” I turned back to my pizza. Then I heard a sound like someone had thrown a large piece of meat on the kitchen floor. I turned to see him collapsed on the floor again.
Of course I’m stoned and drunk myself and all I can think of is Howard Cosell calling an Ali vs Frazier fight from years ago. “Down goes Frazier, down goes Frazier!”
I rushed back to him and knelt down again suppressing a giggle. I was longer so anxious about him dying, I’d been in this condition myself.. .
“Hey man are you okay?” I know stupid question, he’s probably not okay since he keeps falling to the floor, but he wasn’t going to die unless he hit his head on the granite countertop. Besides I was curious you know?
We played the “I’m okay. What happened” game again. Then I got him on his feet and walked him into the living room. “I want you to sit down in here for a minute; I don’t want you hitting your head on one of the granite countertops. Let me get you a glass of water.”
“No, seriously I’m okay man.”
“Okay means never having to say “What happened?” Here drink some of this and just stay put for a minute will you?” I handed him a glass of cold water and went back to the kitchen. I finished putting the pizza together as he came back into the kitchen.
“How you feeling?” I asked as I slid the pizza off the peal onto the stone in the oven.
“Much better.”
“Your color’s back.”
“That’s good. I’m okay, I’m in control. Wow, I feel really weird. I’m in control, I’m in control.”
“Have you eaten anything today?”
“No. What happened?”
“Well my guess is the martini went straight at you through your empty stomach and when you smoked the dope it pushed you over the edge. It’s happened to me before, the feeling will pass. You’ll be fine. We need to get something in your stomach though.”
”Fuck man, I don’t like this. How come it doesn’t affect you like this?”
“Years of practice I suppose. When it does hit me like that I’ve learned to enjoy the rush. I try to avoid the falling down part.”
“Shit I feel weird.”
“You’re not going to fall down again are you?”
“No, I’m fine.”
“You keep saying that.” I pulled the pizza from the oven and sliced it into portions. I served us both two slices. “You want a beer?”
“Yeah, I’m thirsty.” He took a bite of pizza as I poured two beers into frozen glasses.
“Well, take it easy until you eat something.”
We found our way down to the bar in the family room. We joked about his bad trip. I suggested we watch a T.V. program on a cable channel that he doesn’t subscribe to. He said he’d rather talk. I poured him beer and I mixed myself another martini. We went out to the garage where I smoked some more dope. I needed to eliminate all my inhibitions if I was going to try and seduce him.
We verbally danced around the subject in conversation. I got up to go to the restroom. I casually touched his thigh as I walked by. No response.
To be frank I don’t remember much of the conversation. I was pretty wrecked but fully functional as evidenced the partial erection in my pants. With just a little encouragement..
He drank a few more beers and kept apologizing for spoiling the party.
I thought, “If you only knew.”
That went on for about three hours. Gradually the effects of the marijuana wore off for him. Not for me of course, I stayed stoned and drunk all afternoon.
Alright, fine. I drink too much, okay way too much. I smoke dope all the time. I stay stoned, if I don’t have to go somewhere from the time my wife leaves for work until she comes home. I don’t drink alone during the day. I don’t drive stoned or drunk. What goes on in my home harms no one but me and the occasional potential homosexual encounter that I go all Bill Cosby on.
Well we continued to dance around the subject like two shy boys. I even tried truth or dare but I just couldn’t pull the trigger.
He finally left.
I masturbated.
Round two ended in failure.
Round three.
A few days later he called and suggested lunch. Our pizza party was not considered an official lunch. He suggested a restaurant near my home. I thought “Yippee, we are going to do this thing!” But alas we just had fish and chips and parted company.
I went home and masturbated.
Round three ended in failure.
It is almost a new month so I can invite him to lunch again. Stay tuned.
Alma
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