Good Bi
by C. D. Moulton
© 2001
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© 2010
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A sort of study of a bi-sexual life in the discovery stages.
Contents
About the author
CD was born in Lakeland, Florida. His education is in genetics and botany. He has traveled over much of the world, particularly when he was in music as a rock rhythm guitarist with some well-known bands in the late sixties and early seventies. He has worked as a high steel worker and as a longshoreman, clerk, orchidist, bar owner, salvage yard manager and landscaper – among other things.
CD began writing fiction in 1984 and has more than 115 books published as of this time in SciFi, murder, orchid culture and various other fields.
He now resides in Bocas del Toro and David, Panamá, where he continues research into epiphytic plants. He loves the culture of the indigenous people and counts a majority of his closer friends among that group. Several have “adopted” him as their father. He funds those he can afford through the universities where they have all excelled. “The Indios are very intelligent people, they are simply too poor (in material things and money. Culturally, they are very wealthy) to pursue higher education.”
CD loves Panamá and the people. He plans to spend the rest of his life in the paradise that is Panamá
- Estrelita Suarez V.
Good Bi
It wasn’t like this was the first time Mikey Harmon had found himself in an impossible situation. As a matter of fact, it seemed to happen with what was called “stunning regularity” lately. He wondered why he never learned any lessons from screwing up.
Oh well. Grin, act like it’s exactly what you expected and bluff it out.
“I’m afraid you lost me there?” he said, trying to sound confused. “Maybe I didn’t say what I meant to say. I seem to have that habit.
“What I meant to say was that I didn’t see anything wrong with it – if it’s what both people want – not that it was something that appeals to me. I like women and wouldn’t care for anything else.
“Before I’m misunderstood again, this does not extend to children. I think anyone who brings a child into that kind of situation should be stood against a wall and shot, first in the crotch, then a couple of times between there and the head.”
“We agree on that point!” Eileen Smithers replied with a short nod. “I won’t argue that you as much as said you could go for a homosexual romp.”
“The truth’s somewhere between,” Mikey agreed. “I could possibly – I don’t know. I’ve never been turned on by a guy, but it might be possible. What I’m saying is that IF some guy turned me on, I don’t see anything wrong with a romp if he wanted it.
“How did we get on this kick, anyhow?”
“I said I think your friend, Norman, is gay. You said he wasn’t, but you didn’t see anything wrong if he is. Whatever. It sort of went down that tangent from there.
“Anyhow, I’ve already made plans for Saturday. Maybe another time.”
“Sure! I’ll look forward to it!” Mikey returned brightly, while thinking, When hell is frozen over! Damn!
Eileen smiled a bit tightly, said “See you later,” and walked off. Mikey wanted to run his head into the wall, full speed. WHEN would he learn to not do that? All it takes is KEEP YOUR BIG MOUTH SHUT, IDIOT!
He sighed. If he was going to have a date this weekend it looked like he would have to ... that’s another when hell freezes over.
Crap! That bisexuals have double the chance of a date on a given night thing wasn’t funny, all of a sudden. It’s like bigot jokes. They’re only funny if you’re not the target.
What was the matter with him? He was no target here! His only homosexual experience was when he was 16 and he was disgusted by it!
Being honest with himself after the fact, he wasn’t, really. He was mostly scared shitless because he let John What’s-his-name screw him, because John was a big deal football player for the high school. Actually, he was more or less neutral about it. He’d expected it to hurt, but it didn’t, except one short sharp stab of pain.
Stab of pain. Fitting.
What a mood! What a subject! How stupid!
He sighed again and went into the bar a few steps along the sidewalk for a beer. There were only a couple of people there and he didn’t know any of them, so maybe he wouldn’t blab the wrong thing at the wrong time here.
He ordered a Michelob and sat at the dark end of the bar to feel sorry for himself. He had only taken a few sips of the beer when a slightly familiar-looking guy, super-jock type, came to ask, “Mike? Mike Harmon?”
“Er, yes?” Mikey answered.
“John Moorehead. We were in high school together.”
CRAP! Was this bad timing or WHAT!? The same guy who screwed him eight years ago shows up in a bar ten minutes after a girl accused him of being gay!
“I have to admit, I didn’t expect to ever see you here after the way you reacted when we had sex back then. I really wanted you to screw me, too, but I wasn’t in any position to admit I was gay, what with the football team and all.”
“Here? You’re gay?” Mikey answered.
“Well, I think almost everyone in Bloomberg knows the Pink Pansy is a gay bar!” John replied. “You didn’t?”
“I just walked in the closest bar I saw when ... something happened,” Mikey said. “I know about the Pink Pansy. I didn’t look at the name. It doesn’t matter. A bar’s a bar.
“I wish I’d known you were gay! I think I would have enjoyed screwing you, but I was just experimenting back then and it wasn’t anything I liked. From my end of the stick.”
John laughed. “I’m not busy tonight,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “Maybe you’d like to make up for it? Solely from the end of the stick you would enjoy?
“I promise you, you’d enjoy it!”
They joked and started buying each other drinks.
But Mikey wasn’t about to let it go past a couple of old friends having a few yucks and a few beers – even if John couldn’t have been called a friend. They switched to tequila shooters about four beers later.
Mikey opened his eyes and was surprised he didn’t have one hell of a hangover.
This was NOT his room!
It came back to him.
Well, he’d screwed John. Three times.
John screwed him once.
Oh, hell!
Had he liked it?
Well, he definitely liked screwing John. He was, so far as he remembered, still kind of neutral about getting screwed.
John had kissed him. He did NOT like that! At ALL!
Weird. Neutral about getting screwed, but very negative about kissing the guy who screwed him.
Okay. A point for Eileen. He had to say he was bi because he knew right then that he’d let other guys screw him if he could screw them, too. Maybe he didn’t like a man screwing him, but he very damned well liked screwing a man! John was right about him enjoying that! It was almost as good as a woman!
Almost? Why did he think it was more than almost?
Because he wasn’t going to knock up a man and get into that kind of trap.
God! He was REALLY confused now! He was laying there feeling guilty and, face it!, very good, physically. Satisfied.
John came out of the bathroom, roughing his hair with a towel. Mikey noted that he had kept his body in great shape since high school. He wished he could stick with some kind of program that would give him that hard-muscled yet slender look.
Hard-muscled?
He almost giggled to himself. Romance novel suggestibility.