‘So, how did you two meet? How did you get it together?’
I was conducting an interview for Bi Today magazine. The theme was, “What makes a straight person decide to swap sides – why have they embarked on a same-sex relationship?”
‘Oh, by the way, do you mind if I use this?’
I indicated a portable MP3 recorder on the table between us. The couple looked at each other and nodded assent.
‘OK, who wants to go first?’ I smiled as I pressed the record switch.
‘After you, Gerald.’
‘OK, Peter. As I’m the switch, the bisexual if you like, it makes sense. OK, how did we get it together?’
‘Right, firstly I have to say that I’m happily married and have a grown-up family.’
‘Really? Would it surprise you to learn that it’s not uncommon for a mature hetero man in his mid-life crisis to take a younger male to have, what he sees, as a final fling; to do something he’s always wanted to try?’
‘You mean, a bit on the side?’ replied Gerald. ‘No, it doesn’t surprise me at all, given how much pleasure it has afforded me – not at all.’
‘So, how did you meet?’
‘Like so many romances, it was at work. Peter works in the post room, and I’m an office manager. As soon as he joined our company and started to bring the post round, I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. He’s a very pretty lad and I couldn’t believe that I was becoming obsessed with him … a man! I’ve never had any tendency that way at all, nor for that matter, anyone outside of marriage; no I tell a lie: there have been a couple of girls. Whatever possessed me to start flirting with him, I don’t know – I just did.’
‘I saw that he was attracted to me immediately,’ said Peter, ‘and I was flattered. I didn’t know he wasn’t gay. All I knew was that I fancied this distinguished man like hell. I had split up with my previous boyfriend three or so months before. He and I weren’t compatible, but I felt that Gerald and I could certainly become more than colleagues, and perhaps more than friends.’
‘So what triggered the start of the relationship?’
‘Gerald told me one day, while looking at my jeans, that he was expecting a large package and could I let him have it as soon as possible, as it was very important.’
‘And was it a double entendre; was he flirting with you?’
‘Oh, Gerald was definitely flirting.’
‘And what did you say?’
‘I said I’d be happy to give it to him as soon as I could. I looked him full in the eye as I said it, and our gaze never wandered. It was then that we both knew that some chemistry was happening.’
‘Yes, I knew that I was hooked,’ said Gerald. ‘I knew then that I was about to embark on a scary adventure. Some middle-aged men take up with dolly birds, some get their kicks dressing in leather and riding very large motorcycles. It was just my luck I fell for a toy boy.’
‘And what is the difference in your ages, if you don’t mind me asking?’
‘Not at all,’ replied Gerald. ‘I’m 54 and Peter’s 23.’
‘That’s quite a difference. Doesn’t it bother you?’
‘Not at all,’ said Gerald. ‘It doesn’t bother you, my love, does it?’
‘No me neither,’ confirmed Peter.
‘Nor does the fact that we are of different races, in answer to your next question,’ said Gerald.
I smiled. ‘You’re dead right. What happened next?’
‘We arranged to go for a drink after work that same evening. Peter knows this pub a couple of miles away from the office. I’d heard that it was a gay pub, and had never gone there.’
‘And was it?’
‘Yes, you may have heard of it – silly name – it’s called The Heavenly Arms.’
‘I have indeed heard of it … and its reputation. Go on.’
‘Well, we made our way there separately. I didn’t want the whole office to know what I was up to,’ said Gerald. ‘Anyway, I walked in and looked around. There were several same-sex couples holding hands and cuddling. Before I knew what was happening, Peter was there just in front of me.’
‘I asked him if he was comfortable with what was going on,’ said Peter. ‘He said ‘of course.’ And I asked him if he was sure of what we were all about. Again he confirmed it.’
‘With that,’ continued Gerald, ‘he took me in his arms and kissed me. It came as quite a shock, but not unexpected. I was very confused, but I responded and held him tightly. Being used to hugging women, it was also strange when the person in your arms is strong and muscular … strange but wonderful.’
‘We kissed and cuddled, oblivious to everyone around us, who were beginning to smile and cheer, I was told later,’ said Peter. ‘Now, I had been there before, but I wondered how Gerald would react.’
‘I reacted in a way that surprised me. I got an enormous erection. It pushed against Peter’s and felt like we had engaged swords in a duel.’
‘I must admit, that surprised me as well,’ said Peter. ‘A straight guy doesn’t usually get sexually turned on by another man as quickly as this.’
‘I couldn’t help myself,’ said Gerald. ‘You see, this man is so very pretty. The fact that he is a man didn’t come into it. I just fell in love with him, pure and simple.’
‘And how about you, Peter? Did you fall in love with Gerald?’
‘I wasn’t planning to, but it just sort of happened, right there and then. Whenever I’ve loved anyone in past relationships, it’s always ended in disaster with me being horribly hurt, but this time … well I could sense that this would be different.’
‘And is it?’
‘I have no reason to think otherwise … how about you, my love?’
‘No, I think we’ll be together for a very long time,’ agreed Gerald.’
‘I do hope so,’ I said. ‘You both seem to be very much an item. You seem to be very compatible. And…?’
‘Well, I went to the bar and got a couple of beers,’ said Peter. ‘Frankie, the barman said, “I see you’ve scored at last. He looks a nice boy. Take care though, you know what usually happens, and we don’t want you hurt again.”’
I took the bottle of Bud over to Gerald who had found a seat in one of the intimate alcoves, very popular in this pub.
‘Right, we need to talk,’ I said, as I sat down beside him.
‘Of course. Right you want to go first?’ he replied.
‘OK, we’re not just going to just kiss and cuddle are we?’
‘No, I don’t think so, but this pub’s a bit open for anything else other than a grope.’
‘No, silly, I didn’t mean that, we’d be thrown out if we started any of that malarkey. No, I meant sex …’
‘Yes, I wondered about that. Now look, I’m a complete novice; I have only the vaguest idea of who does what to whom and …’
‘Well, to cut to the chase, other than mutual masturbation.’
‘Sounds good.’
‘… and oral, the only real alternative is anal … but you knew that didn’t you? This isn’t a complete surprise to you?’
‘No, it isn’t. Right, to put the record straight, I have indulged in some anal play with my wife and a strap-on. I like to use butt-plugs on myself, but I can’t imagine putting my dick into another man.’
‘Good, that works out fine. I like to do the fucking, and it seems that you’re going to be the fuckee. There may be times when that will be reversed, and that may surprise you, but for the most part, I’m going to shag you rotten. Happy?’
‘Blissfully’’
‘It was at that point I couldn’t contain myself any longer. I had to see what I’d let myself in for,’ Gerald took up the tale. ‘I reached down and felt Peter’s dick through his jeans. My God, it felt massive.’
‘I’ve been very well blessed in that department,’ said Peter smugly, ‘although you’re not bad yourself, Gerald, for a whitey.’
‘Thank you, my sweet. Yes, I felt his large package and tried to imagine it inside me. Would it hurt? Was I big enough? AIDS? I hadn’t thought about this in the heat of the moment. I asked Peter about it.’
‘I told you that I was clean didn’t I. After I split with my last lover, I had a blood test and the results were negative, but it cuts both ways.
‘How about you?’ I asked Gerald.
‘I’m fine as far as I know.’
‘I hadn’t thought of that either,’ said Gerald. It was possible that I could have picked up something from Elaine, my wife. She does take other lovers – with my blessing, I might add, and we still have an active sex life.’
‘I told Gerald that in this case, the best thing to do was to use ultrasafe condoms, two at a time for extra protection.’
‘And did you,’ I asked.
‘Of course. Not once has one split, but you can’t be too careful, can you?’ said Peter.
‘Right, you finished your drinks and then …?’
‘The inevitable happened. We went back to my flat,’ said Peter, and we rushed into my bedroom and undressed in an instant.’
‘And it was then I could see the true size of what I was about to take,’ said Gerald. ‘He is truly massive – not just long, but he must be about two inches across and that’s just behind the helmet. He has no foreskin, so he looks even bigger. I thought: ‘Oh bugger me,’ which was exactly what was about to happen. I also had a massive hard-on. Yes, I’m well-endowed but compared to Peter’s ten inches … well … Still, on with the plot. Shall I continue, Peter?’
‘Go ahead, love.’
‘Well he advised me to get onto the bed on my arms and knees and present my arse to him. I could hear the sound of him putting the condoms on, the slurp of lubricant.’
‘You can never have too much lubricant,’ said Peter.
‘And then the icy feeling of Peter applying it to my arsehole. He worked loads of it up inside me and stretched my hole with his finger. He inserted another one, just as a gentle bit of stretching, and then took his hand away. Next, I could feel him press against me. He put his legs over the backs of mine – so I couldn’t get away, I learned later – positioned his dick against my hole and pushed gently.’
‘I told him to relax, but, unless you’re used to it, it’s the last thing you can do,’ said Peter.
‘Yes, I tried to, but it wasn’t easy. I told him to push it in anyway, “rape me”, I said because now I was carried away by the moment.’
‘That was never an option,’ said Peter
‘Anyway, little by little, I could feel him slipping into me as I did, indeed relax. My God, he felt massive and I thought that I would never be able to take him, but in a moment, he was fully in. He pulled out slightly, and gradually worked his entire dick into me, stretching me more as his shaft widened. I didn’t know that the human rectum was so accommodating. Of course, later on, I’ve seen fisting videos with the giver up to his elbow in the receiver.’
‘And how did it feel?’ I asked.
‘Well, at first, a bit painful, not massively, but I knew I was being stretched to the limit down there. I also knew, from my other anal experiments, that the discomfort would soon pass, to be replaced by a pleasurable feeling of fullness, a bit like when you know you need a crap, and you prolong it for the pleasure it gives you. The funny thing was, he was massaging my prostate, and the stimulation was causing me, almost, to come. Well, Peter, as he was about to come himself, reached round and slid his hand up and down my shaft.’
‘He wanked you off, to put it crudely?’ I said.
‘Yes, that’s right. He timed it perfectly, because, as he got faster and stronger, he let out a massive roar, coinciding with mine as I came at the same time. This went on for an eternity, it seemed, but we both came back to earth. He pulled out of me, wiped the lubricant mixed with a small amount of shit from my arse with a tissue, and got off.’
‘I took the soiled condoms off, and lay down on the bed beside him,’ Peter said. ‘He turned over and looked me in the eye. ‘Well, I’m not a virgin any more,’ he said.
‘You certainly aren’t,’ I replied. ‘How do you feel?’
‘Warm and fucked,’ he laughed.
‘Are you going to stay?’ I asked.
‘Not tonight, I’m afraid. Elaine and I are going with our daughter to celebrate her 25th birthday. I’m due there in about an hour and a half. Time for a quick cuddle though.’
And that’s how our first date went. Gerald phoned his wife and said that he’d meet her at the restaurant; he told her that something had come up at work and he’d been delayed. It wasn’t the first time, because he has had affairs. I’ll give him this though – he’s always been faithful to his wife and to whoever else he’s been with. I’ve never had cause to complain.’
‘And where are you at, now?’ I asked.
‘Elaine has, as I said, had several lovers, but the one that’s lasted longest, is a woman of all people. She got in touch with her on one of these friends reunion pages. It seems they had had a fling at uni, and are now resuming it.’
‘And does she know about you and Peter?’
‘Oh, yes, she’s very open-minded. I may be why she took up with her girlfriend again.’
‘And do you still have sex with your wife?’
‘Yes. We decided that we were both bisexual and that we could continue as normal. The kids know the score. They’re not happy about it, but it’s not up to them, is it?
‘Have they met Peter?’
‘Oh, yes. We had a big family get-together. Peter sat next to me, and Jillian – that’s Elaine’s other half – sat next to Elaine. Peter and Jillian stayed the night in my and Ellie’s rooms respectively. All very friendly stuff.’
‘Well I have to say that it’s all very modern.’
‘It’s just the way that it’s panned out,’ said Gerald.
‘And how’s your relationship developing?’
‘It’s going great guns,’ replied Peter. ‘We’re very happy together. Sometimes Gerald stays the night, and sometimes he goes home, although we both hate it when he has to do that.’
‘Yes, sometimes, Elaine and I have to discuss family and financial matters, and there also the thing whereby we have to present a conventional face to the rest of the world.’
‘Do they know at your work?’
‘They may suspect,’ said Peter, ‘because I came out a long time ago. Gerald and I are very friendly towards each other in the office, so tongues will wag. But for convenience sake, so that neither of us is moved away, we keep our own council and let the tongues wag. There was one moment, though when we got found out, but it isn’t a problem or a threat.’
‘Oh! And what’s that?’
‘One of the directors is gay, but hasn’t come out and is also lusting after Peter,’ said Gerald. ‘Peter’s told him in no uncertain terms that he isn’t interested and that was that. However an interesting situation arose. This chap’s secret is known to everybody, but no one says anything directly in case they’re disciplined.’
‘Go on.’
‘We have occasionally done the scene,’ said Peter. ‘We have occasionally got dressed in our finest leather.’
‘No motorbikes then?’
‘No, although I suspect Gerald would like to get one. No, we go to this gay club, and who should be there but…’
‘The director.’
‘Got it in one,’ confirmed Peter. ‘He came over to our table and told us that no one need know about this and that he was sure of our discretion. He was with a camp transvestite at the time, and his own wig had begun to slip. Anyway, we haven’t had any trouble. I don’t think we ever will.’
‘So you’re into leather then?’
‘Well, it’s expected, isn’t it?’ said Peter. ‘You know gay, leatherman, rubberman, all that stuff.’
‘So you don’t care for it as such?’
‘Well, of course. I didn’t say we didn’t like it … I just said that it was expected,’ smiled Peter.
‘And he has such a cute little bum… and that tight leather stretched across it… mmm…’ said Gerald.
‘And you’re not, I suppose,’ responded Peter. ‘Your bum looks just as good in tight leather, believe me.’
‘And latex, now that’s what I really like,’ said Gerald. ‘It stretches and moves with the wearer; it highlights all their good bits. You are in no doubt about Peter’s credentials when he’s wearing a tight pair of latex jeans.’
‘Does it for me as well,’ said Peter. ‘You look terrific, and PVC, don’t forget the PVC – glossy as hell.’
‘No, I won’t forget it.’
‘Do you two indulge in … er … bondage and stuff?’
‘Of course,’ said Gerald but this isn’t just about gay is it?’
‘No. It just fills in the picture for our readers.’
‘Elaine and I have done all these things as well,’ said Gerald.
‘I’m sure you have. And now the big question I’m sure our readers would like to know, have you ever reversed positions?’
‘Yes,’ said Gerald. ‘We did say we would try it. It’s not our favourite thing, but it’s not bad. I never really liked to put it up Elaine’s bum, but she said that was the only place I was going when she had her period. Not as nice as her cunt at all.’
‘So, Peter, how was he?’
‘Oh, he was better than I’ve ever had. He was gentle and used plenty of lube. As I said, he’s not exactly hung like a hamster, and it was probably the biggest I’ve ever taken, but it was nice. Also, it reinforced our love to swap like that.’
‘And what about you, Gerald? How did you like it?’
‘Well, the only thing I can compare it with was with Elaine before she had the kids. She was quite tight down there; with the lube, Peter’s arsehole was a bit like that.’
‘I see…’
‘But not that lovely real, slippery gentle grip that you get from a cunt.’
‘I’m going to be sick,’ moaned Peter.
‘No, you’re not, Peter. Look, he really doesn’t like the thought of women’s bits, whereas I do. I love the taste of cunt …’
‘Gagging, here …’
‘And I always will. That’s why I’m so glad I’ve got the best of both worlds.’
‘And the final question: what about oral on a man?’
‘It’s not as unpleasant as I thought it would be,’ said Gerald. The taste of Peter’s semen’s quite nice – not salty, like it’s supposed to be. More like a sort of spicy wallpaper paste if you can understand what I mean.’
‘I’ve heard this from others that I’ve interviewed. And what about Gerald’s, Peter?’
‘It’s a sort of musty musky taste. Very nice!’
‘And do you pay homage individually, or …?’
‘We prefer a 69,’ said Peter.
‘I like that because it’s a bit like sucking myself off, not that I’ve ever been able to do it – I’m not lithe enough, and even my dick won’t reach my mouth. I’ve come into my mouth, but not sucked my own dick. When I suck Peter, and he me, I have a sort of merged fantasy…’
‘Go on, this is what our readers pay for …’
‘I fantasize, as I’ve just said, that I’m sucking myself off, but I merge this with the concept of being totally subservient to Peter – his sex slave. I’ve been in the subservient state of mind when we’ve played bondage games, that is, of course, when he ties me up. Vice versa, it’s a different kettle of fish.’
‘Right, I think I’ve taken enough of your time. I’ve got plenty of material here for my article. When I’ve transcribed the MP3 file, I’ll let you see the script … I always do this with my interviewees – it saves legal hassle later on. Thank you both for your time and for being such interesting subjects.’
I got up to go and shook both Gerald’s and Peter’s hands.
‘You’re very welcome,’ they said in unison.
‘Just one thing you might be interested in,’ said Peter.
‘And what’s that?’
If you go to The Heavenly Arms and ask for Georgina and Erica, say we suggested that they might be interested in an interview, you might get the female perspective on bisexuality. Oh, and I defy you to determine which one’s the ‘boy.’ Is it Eric, or is it George, and which one of them has a regular boyfriend?’
‘Many thanks for that. I’ll do that tomorrow.’
‘They’re always in there, and I’m sure they’ll be only too pleased to talk to you.’
‘Thanks, once again and goodbye.’
‘Goodbye and we look forward to seeing your piece soon.’