“Remember: sexuality is not meant to be stale. Sexuality is fluid!”Miss Grunee was enthusiastic to speak in her favorite park, to her small audience, “You’re not heterosexual. You’re not LGBT. You are who you are!” the lady ended her monologue with a standing ovation.Next to the group, PJ was doing his reps of traction at the bar. ‘Yeah, right,’ he thought, ironically.PJ has been proudly gay since he discovered sex: he grew up as a small cub in a small town where he was the only jock in high school who didn’t shave his built body or his face. PJ never cared about looking good for girls because what he wanted wasn’t those “creatures.” He was a man who just wanted men. Simple as that. After high school, he decided to finally move out, for the big city life.PJ got his job in a team of electricians, working hard and putting his best efforts for twenty-five years, until now: the gay bear evolved to a mature, bald, sexy, solid, huge fifty-four-year-old muscle bear.His gray tank top was dripped in his manly sweat, as were his jogging pants. PJ thought for a second while taking off his top, but the last thing he wanted was a bunch of horny bi women and confused/curious men looking at him, so he got in his car and went back home.Sexuality is fluid… Nice bullshit.The following day, PJ was in the office, typing at the computer, when his fellow worker Darren entered with a huge smile and tears in his eyes.PJ stood up and without saying a word, immediately hugged him, “Lucy said yes! Lucy said yes!”“Congratulations, buddy, I’m very happy for you.”And he really was. Darren always looked at PJ as a father, since his real dad abandoned him and his mum. PJ felt honored to be a father figure to his young fellow.And now, his “son” was getting married.“I can’t believe this is happening to me, PJ!”“Believe it, Darren: she’s a good woman, you’re a good man. You deserve everything, my friend.”Later in the day, everyone knew of the wedding. So, their boss set a crazy weekend to celebrate for the following week, “It’s gonna be huge, there’s a resort not far from here. I’ll pay for everyone: us and our wives.”Suddenly, everyone looked at PJ: the bear felt a little uncomfortable.“What?”“PJ,” said Thomas, “You never introduced your wife to us.”“My… My what?”Everyone laughed.Then Darren tried to speak for him, “I guess our big PJ has always lived as a hunter: he doesn’t look for love, he looks for chicks, for passion. Am I right?”PJ blushed: he never felt the need to come out to his colleagues, as he never felt the need to cover up: he was just a gay man living his life, period.He decided to play along, “Correct, buddy. You’re all married or engaged, so I didn’t want to embarrass you with my wild-free life as single!”“Well, whoever you’re dating, is invited next week!”They laughed again and luckily for PJ, they never came back to the subject. 6 p.m. Where could he find a woman who would act as his new girlfriend? An actress? Too expensive.An escort? Sick and expensive.’Shit.’That’s what his mind could think of at the moment.“PJ, you got a new request at 15 Brisco Avenue.”“What’s the issue?”“Blackout.”“Oh, not again!”PJ took his tools and left in a hurry, then went to his car with a big smile in his face: he knew that address because that’s where Matt, a nice lean otter lived. And “blackout” is a code he used to tell PJ when he wanted to get fucked.The big bear parked near the house, ran to the door, knocked on it, dangerously horny, holding his boner with his right hand. He couldn’t wait to put his hands on his beefy body, lick him up, spitting on his asshole before rimming him up and…“Are you the electrician?”PJ couldn’t believe his eyes: a young, beautiful brunette girl stood at the door, looking a little suspiciously at him.She was wearing a tight pink shirt, white leggings and Converse shoes.“So?”PJ rus escort broke the embarrassing silence, “Yeah, I’m the electrician. There was a request at this address, correct?”“Correct.”The girl let him in and PJ asked, “Excuse me, maybe it’s not my business, but I came here several times and I always spoke to a man. Where is he now?”She had a disgusted expression on her face. “You mean Matt? That asshole was my boyfriend.”“B-boyfriend?”PJ blushed for the second time that day.“Yeah, my boyfriend. It would be none of your business, but I just discovered he fucking cheated on me. He was too tired to have sex with me but he wasn’t too tired to take men up his butt.”PJ’s face was tremendously red, he felt guilty and ashamed: he always thought Matt was gay and single, like him!“That… Fuckin’ liar…”The girl looked at him: he was supposed to only think that but he said it out loud by accident.“Oh, I get it… you used to fuck him, too. Well,” she opened the door, “This is too embarrassing for the both of us. Please, leave.”PJ got calm and reasonable: “Please, wait. First of all, I always thought he was a single gay man, as I am. Second, I’m a professional electrician and I’m here for a requested service.”He gave her his hand, “I’m PJ. Let me do my job.”She thought a little about it, then she smiled and shook his hand “I’m Phoebe.”Once she explained to him what the issue was, he solved it quickly.“Luckily, that wasn’t serious damage to the electrical system: it just switched off.”“Thank you, PJ! Really! How much is it?”“Don’t worry, it’s for free!”Then the muscle bear called the office to let them know the job was done. After he closed the call, she was waiting for him, with two beers: “Would you stay? My beers are still cold!”Probably that was her way to apologize, but it was very nice of her; they talked a lot about everything, about their lives, about their stories. “So, you’re in your fifties and you never loved anyone?”PJ smiled at Phoebe’s question and he asked back, “So, you’re twenty-four and you really meant ‘I love you’ when you said it?“”Believe it or not, I really had deep feelings.”“It’s easy to confuse love with sex…”“And that’s why you always had sex with men but never loved any of ‘em?”“Exactly!”Phoebe took a long sip of her beer and then looked at his beautiful blue eyes, “What if you were making love, but you were just too afraid to admit that to yourself?”He smiled as a negative answer, but Phoebe had one more question for him.“And are you 100% sure you wouldn’t love having sex with a woman, too, if you’ve never tried it?”Thinking of that bizarre woman in the park, PJ’s facial expression was frozen by Phoebe’s question.So the girl broke the silence.“Well, it was just pointless talking. Didn’t mean to get huffy!”PJ laughed, feeling relieved.“Don’t worry, it’s OK. But damn, it’s late. I was supposed to call my friend Darren.” When he took his phone, all of a sudden, he had a brilliant idea.“Hey, do you have any plans next weekend?”“I guess I’ll have now…”“I… I need a fake girlfriend for this celebration of Darren’s engagement in a resort. My colleagues don’t know I’m gay and I already said I’ll bring a woman.”“Well…” Phoebe caressed her long hair, “I can consider it… Kiss me!”PJ laughed, but she insisted. “I’m serious. Kiss me.”“C’mon!”She looked genuinely surprised “How can I pretend we’re dating, then? What if they ask us to kiss?”“Nice try. Everyone will be focused on Darren and Lucy, not on us. Also,” he pointed to himself, “Guess who’s gay? Me!”She sobbed. “Ok. I’ll kiss you, then.”“Wait, wh…?”Too late, her lips collided with his ones.It was his first time kissing a pair of lips with no beard: they were soft, sweet.A thought came in PJ’s mind. So, this is why straight men love kissing girls…Phoebe yenimahalle escort got off his gay mouth and blinked at him, “Goodnight, see you next Friday! In case your friends ask you, my forbidden dream is getting fucked with my clothes on. Check CFNM on any porn site. Bye!”That night, PJ went home very confused: why that question on his being gay? Why did she kiss him? That kiss… And what the fuck is this CFNM she was talking about? He turned his PC on and typed CFNM sex in the search toolbar.“INSANE!” PJ yelled.There were a lot of naked men humiliated by women, or femdom stuff, or videos of strippers in orgies.I can’t believe that’s what she wants to do with a man. She’s young and pretty, and… What am I thinking? PJ, you’re a GAY BEAR, dammit! He was about to turn off the computer when his eyes caught a thumbnail: there was a naked man penetrating in missionary position a woman wearing a long sleeved shirt.Finally, some normal sex…He clicked it and opened the video: it was one of the famous videos about the so-called “straight” men having sex for the gay audience. The male performer was ripped, but not big. Both his face and body were shaved.How can this twink be considered a straight fucker? Quickly bored, he decided to watch another one. And another one. And another one. And another one.Twinks. All fucking twinks.To PJ, it was like watching two lesbians: a woman deserves a real man who looks like a man, smells like a man, tastes like a man. A woman deserves a bear. A bear… Maybe someone like him!?During his research, he suddenly found a video that would forever change his night. And his life…What? Arpad Miklos had sex with a woman!? No way!But he had to believe what he was seeing with his eyes: he noticed the gay bear’s face, who was really enjoying the action. Then he noticed that he, himself was enjoying the action too. At the moment when that gay cock started to plow that pussy, PJ’s cock got incredibly hard.What’s going on with my body?As the big gay bear on screen was ramming hard into his blonde partner, the other big gay bear took his shirt off and stroked his thick cock until he came on his furry abs. He looked at his cumshot, then he promised he wouldn’t do something like that ever again…The weekend came and PJ was equally scared and excited. That morning he washed his face, oiled his daddy beard and said loud to the mirror, “You’re not into women. You’re a gay bear. Got it?”Phoebe was on the street when her “date” arrived: she was dressed like a pin-up, her clothes could have been easily confused with lingerie. But she was fuckin’ beautiful, PJ was breathless when he saw her.“Hello stranger!” said the young girl kissing his blushing cheek.Everything was ready, so they went to the resort: that was such an amazing place, looked like being in Malibu.The day went off quick and easy. PJ forced his fellas to follow his workout routine at the resort’s gym and avoided any explicit questions while Phoebe spent the afternoon with the ladies. PJ went to the room, completely sweaty: all he needed was a shower and to get ready for dinner.But all he saw at the moment was the naked back of Phoebe. “God, I’m glad you’re here. Help me with the zipper!”Without saying a word, he slowly zipped-up Phoebe’s dress: the sensation of his hands on her soft skin was incredible, he enjoyed that.And she noticed it by his boner, as she turned on PJ, smiling. “Happy to see me?”“Don’t go too fast, sweetie. I’ve pumped up at the gym and I’m full of testosterone. And speaking of the gym, it’s full of beef. You’d better check them out!”Phoebe smiled: “Yeah, I will. Enjoy your shower!” and kissed his lips quickly, again. Once again.PJ stared at the door, For God’s sake, I want it to be Monday!The lounge of the resort was splendid: a cover band was playing the most recent ballads and special lights all over the place colored everything blue. Blue like PJ’s sad eyes: he was alone, at the open bar, drinking his fifth shot of tequila, while his fellow coworkers were dancing with their wives.And Phoebe was flirting with some jocks; he looked at them despisingly, Tsk. Twinks.Then he looked back at the dancing couples: they were so happy, so involved. So in love. That was something he never felt… He had a gazillion partners, but never had lovers.He fucked, a lot, like a dirty nasty pig. But he never made love. He wished he could feel like his friends, he wished he could find the right person: so many issues on his confused mind.Another shot. And another one: shit, that was strong. His head started to spin.He went to Phoebe to let her know he was going to sleep, but she looked like she was in distress. One of those “twinks” was harassing her and she clearly felt uncomfortable.“Hey, babe,” PJ’s huge arm wrapped around the beautiful girl, “Anything wrong?”The annoying boy left immediately.“Thank you!”“You’re welcome. But I’m not feeling that good, this is so wrong place, wrong time.”Phoebe looked for something in her purse, then gave him a pill. “You’ll feel better.”He was very skeptical.“Look, I don’t think chemicals will help, I just wanna go to bed…”She gave him the sweetest of her smiles: “Sometimes chemicals react!”The band played a new song: Ed Sheeran’s Thinking Out Loud.PJ took his pill: “Fancy a dance with your date?”The two went out to the floor and started their slow dance. Everything was so new to him: he never slow-danced with a man and certainly never slow-danced with a woman. But that’s what he was doing at that very moment.The muscle bear felt intrigued, on how a young woman smelled: so different from the manly smells he was used to. And he loved her sweet perfume. Phoebe’s head was on PJ’s chest now and he became afraid she could hear his heart beating faster, under those massive pectorals. Also, he felt a boner from his pants, all of a sudden. Did he just take viagra!? All of that thinking made him even more nervous.“What are you thinking, big man?”PJ looked at Phoebe: God, her eyes. God, her beautiful face. And her soft lips.He took a quick look at the roof, tremendously embarrassed: it was full of little lights. Like stars. Just like the song, playing in the room.Stop thinking, PJ. Let this go…He then looked back at his beautiful partner.“Been thinking about this.”As the chorus kept going, PJ took Phoebe into his arms and kissed her. Mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue; his very first straight kiss. A woman could taste really good, even to his gay lips.“Girl, you made me come back to my sophomore year…”They kissed again, until his cock got really, really hard: “Sorry for the boner…”Phoebe had a naughty smile on her pretty face, “Don’t be sorry… I’ve been waiting for this to happen since the first time I kissed you!”She took his hand and the two left the lounge heading to the room, as his colleagues watched with real admiration. PJ and Phoebe rushed to their room and once the door was locked, the girl quickly unbuttoned PJ’s shirt: that big muscle bear was shirtless and speechless.A thought ran in his mind: This is the strangest Viagra effect ever. I should feel like a stallion but I just want to hit the bed and fucking sleep.Phoebe’s voice took him back to reality. “Take off your pants and lay on the bed.”PJ smirked as he showed her his cock.“Wow… You’re fucking hot. Let’s see how this gay muscle bear can work for me…”“Be careful what you wish for, little girl…”He went to kiss her but she pushed him on the bed. Phoebe stood in front of him (and his hard cock, too), ready to undress: she took the extremities of her dress and lifted it very slowly, like a stripper.And for the first time ever, PJ had a naked woman right in front of him. Round, small, perfect tits were the first thing his gay eyes stared at; then her flat belly and last but not least, those lips surrounding her shaved pussy. How would it smell? How would it taste?