I’ve had a lot of straight people insist that I shouldn’t be bisexual or that I don’t have to be and, over the years, I’ve gotten used to these sentiments but a couple of times, I’ve had women “take the initiative” and attempt to save me from being homosexual… not that I ever needed saving.
The first time a girl wanted to save me, I was puzzled; the way she was talking, she was under the impression that I didn’t like girls or, like a lot of guys at the time, couldn’t beg a girl to give me some pussy and that was despite my telling her that, nope, can’t honestly say I had that problem but I guess she didn’t want to believe me or something.
She said, “I really like you so I’ve decided you can be saved!” – then over the next few days started laying the coochie on me something fierce. I was 14 at the time and, um, not altruistic so I didn’t turn down the gift of her body; she’d suck me off and even let me fuck her in the ass, her way of proving to me that having girls do this was way better than doing the same things with a guy. She would have me eat her until she couldn’t stand it anymore, her way of proving that eating pussy was better than sucking dick.
My conscious wouldn’t let me keep up the pretense, though, and every time we had “a session,” as she would call it, I’d try to tell her that I didn’t need to be saved and would point out to her that I obviously knew my way around a woman’s body; seriously, how many gay men would jump at the chance to eat pussy or stick his cock in it?
Now, I did consider that this, ah, rescue was just a ploy on her part to have sex but I could never shake the sense that she was quite serious about saving me and I could never figure out why she wouldn’t believe that I was really just fine and dandy, that even though I didn’t have a problem having sex with guys, I really did love having sex with girls more.
The logic of the situation didn’t do much to persuade her; she would readily agree that gay boys never want to have sex with a girl and that they found it nasty and disgusting so if I was doing it to her and didn’t find it disgusting, I couldn’t be gay… right? But, according to her way of looking at things, I was just being nice to her and hiding the fact that I was really homosexual.
I wound up putting a lot of distance between us, something hard to do when you went to the same school but I had to; all of this may have started out as being fun but now it was anything but fun and more so when she started enlisting the help of her girlfriends to save me. The good thing was they believed me me when I said I was fine and they even said that they thought that if someone had a problem, it was her and not me.
Many years later, I ran into her and the first thing she did was apologize for trying to save me from homosexuality; she explained that at the time, she couldn’t believe that anyone could be bisexual (she didn’t know bisexuality existed). She said, “You must have thought I was insane.”
I smiled and said, “Yeah, that’s what I was thinking but I gotta admit that having all that sex with you was amazing and damned good. But what changed your mind?”
“The girl in college that made love to me,” she said, her face turning an interesting shade of red. “That’s when I realized how I had treated you back then was wrong; you were telling the truth when you said you didn’t need to be saved and, um, you were too good at eating me to be gay, huh?”
“I tried to tell you,” I said. “But I guess sometimes ya just gotta find out the hard way…”