Isn't it funny when you think you know someone and then all of a sudden something happens or somebody says something and your perception of them changes forever.

My wife Janet and I had been friends with Dave and Chloe for thirty plus years. Like us, they were a devoted couple. They had two grown children who had moved out of home now. Chloe was always gorgeous, tall, blond, good looking and tits that had men lusting after her. Dave was always athletic. He ran marathons and boxed when he was younger, now he just worked out in the gym to maintain his great shape.

One evening, about a month ago we went out for dinner with them. We catch up every couple of months and usually enjoy each other's company. After the meal, Dave and I were sitting talking at the dinner table and the girls had gone outside to have a cigarette. Neither of them was a full-time smoker but when they got together and have a few drinks they reverted to old bad habits and let their hair down. And they both had certainly had a more than a few drinks that night.

I was the designated driver so as the evening wound to a close it was up to me to get everyone home safely. We dropped Dave and Chloe at their house. No sooner had we said good night and driven off when Janet dropped what I thought was a bomb shell.

"Chloe and Dave have been going to a swingers club. Apparently, Dave loves to watch other men fuck her," Janet told me."What the fuck? Where did that come from? How do you know that?" I said, nearly running off the road.

"What? Why did she tell you this?" I was incredulous.

"Chloe told me when we were out having a smoke," Janet told me, "She told me heaps of stuff. She likes Dave to fuck her up the ass."

While Dave and I had been talking as men do, about sport, the weather, current affairs, anything but what is really important to us, the girls had been having a deep and meaningful conversation. At least Chloe, who had had the most to drink, had been having a deep and meaningful confession session.

"I don't know why she did, but she told me that Dave was the only man she had ever been with and she wasn't happy that she might have missed out on something. They had discussed it and decided that a swingers group would be an easy way for her to meet someone and fuck around," Janet relayed to me, "Apparently Dave agreed as it would give him a chance to fuck around and not cheat on her."

I knew that Dave had been unfaithful to her once or twice while on business trips but had always confessed as soon as he had returned home and was forgiven.

"No way," I protested, "Of all the couples I know, they would have been the least likely couple to swing."

"Well, she told me this has been going on for over twelve months," my wife said, "Dave gets a huge buzz watching other guys fuck her. She has a couple of regular guys that come along just to do her."

I couldn't believe it. And a picture of Chloe taking it up the ass stuck in my mind.

'Fuck! This is going to do my head in,' I thought as we drove home.

"She invited us along," Janet said calmly, "She probably felt sorry for you, I told her I didn't have much interest in sex any more."

"Jeez Janet what else did you say?" I asked, a light tone of panic in my voice.

The reason for my concern is that I'm a closet bisexual. When Janet lost interest in sex after our kids were born, I had done a bit of experimenting with her permission. Sex with men had always been a desire of mine and after a couple of liaisons with strangers I was hooked. She wasn't that happy. She thought once I had got it out of my system that was going to be it. But it had become just about my only sexual relief and I was not going to stop having sex with men.

"I said we might go along one night," Janet said.

I didn't think that would happen. Janet has a confidence problem. She has a very low opinion of her own body and is very self-conscious.

"I told her you are very good at oral sex," Janet then said.

"What did you say that for? " I asked in disbelief.

"Because you are. I can vouch for when you are with a woman, and you are with men too apparently," she said, "That's what that guy told me after I watched you suck him off."

She was referring to the one and only time she had watched me with a guy, twenty years ago.

Anyway, that is the background to what happened next time I saw Dave.

He had invited me out on his boat fishing. I had been out with him before. He had a nice half cabin runabout with a one hundred horse power outboard motor. But Dave wasn't a mechanically minded type of guy and I wasn't convinced with his seamanship either so I always checked the weather forecast and water conditions before accepting any invitation to go out on the bay with him. Having assured myself I was going to be about as safe as I could be, Saturday found me waiting on the jetty for him to bring the boat around and pick me up.

Once anchored and our baits were in the water we sat back in the shade of the cabin and waited for some action.

"What's up, Alex? You are quiet," Dave asked me.

I had been having trouble thinking of things to say to him. I still had the mental image of him fucking Chloe in the ass. If you could see Chloe you'd understand why it would be every man's dream to have a woman like her that actually enjoyed anal sex.

"Janet told me that you and Chloe had joined a swingers group," I said.

Dave instantly looked embarrassed.

"Yeh," he said, "Chloe told me she had told Janet."

"Fuck me, how did you talk her into that?" I said.

"It was her idea. I couldn't believe my luck," he replied.

"So it's true? You watch other guys screw your wife?" I asked tentatively.

"Sure. And she watches me."

"You don't get jealous?" I asked now.

"Not if she lets me join in,"

"So you fuck other women and she watches?" I inquired.

"Sometimes women... sometimes other guys," he said quietly.

My head snapped around. I had been looking at the horizon like all good mates do when you're having an in-depth discussion with your best friend. Guys don't look each other in the eye if they have heart to heart talks.

"You mean to tell me you sometimes have sex with men, and she watches?"

"Sometimes, I hope you aren't offended. It's just something I had to try and now I like it," he admitted.

"Shit, Dave! No, I'm not offended, not at all," I yelled at him.

Offended is the last thing I was. At last, someone I knew who had the balls to admit they were bisexual. I, at last, had a male friend with whom I could talk about my own sexuality.

"How long have you been bisexual?" l asked him.

"I have had thoughts for probably twenty years, I never really did anything until we started swinging. Do you think I'm weird?" he admitted and asked me.

"Dave, I have been a practising bisexual for twenty-five years. Why the fuck haven't we talked to each other before now? Shit, I have been going crazy trying to hide it for so long. I'm sure you feel the same way. Some days you just feel so different from all your macho mates you think they are from another planet," l babbled out.

"Exactly. You just don't know if you should even be thinking the thoughts you have. You know that a lot of the guys you know aren't the same as you. Their attitudes to sex, women, gay guys, it is like they are from Mars. And you don't say anything because you're not gay but you aren't one of those macho bastards," he said.

I knew exactly what he was talking about. I had given up trying to have a lot of men friends. I had nothing in common with most other men.

"I wonder if our hidden bisexuality is what's kept us friends all these years," he suggested, "Unknown to each other we are each other's type."

We sat talking for the next hour. Any thoughts of catching a fish were gone, we hadn't even checked our baits since our initial cast. He asked me how much experience I'd had with same gender sex and when I told him I'd had sex with maybe two hundred men he was awestruck. But as I told him that number over twenty-five years was not hugely excessive. One different guy every six weeks. Yeah, that was about my average.

We discussed everything sexual that we had done.

"Alex, do you do stuff to yourself that you don't know where the ideas come from?" Dave asked me.

"Like what?" I asked.

"Like I shave my pubic hair and my under arms. I don't know if it is a particularly gay thing to do but I just have to do it. And underwear. I like silky briefs. Not women's undies but nice soft men's underwear," he admitted to me.

"Yes, and I love being naked when I'm alone. I don't know why. I just know Janet wouldn't understand. And I love to wear my silver cock ring as jewelry, no one ever sees it but I get horny knowing I have it on," I told him.

"Yes if I'm out here on my own I would normally be naked. I'd be ready to dress if another boat came close but I'd be nude now normally,"

"Why haven't we ever talked about our sex and feelings before?" I asked him.

"Protective barriers, we put them up so society and people we love won't form an opinion of us." Dave said. "I went and saw a counselor recently. That's what she told me. She and Chloe were the only people I'd talked to about this before today."

"Well you know you can talk to me now don't you," I said to him.

"I feel better talking to you than the counselor made me feel. Hell, you understand what I'm talking about," he said.

"You know what I feel I want to do now?" I said.

"Sex? Wank? I don't know. I just feel after we have been so honest with each other we should do more together. It is a weird feeling I have. Sort of like we have to consummate our new relationship," Dave said to me.

Without another would I stood up and took off my t-shirt and then lowered my short pants and satin boxers shorts. I was now naked in front of my friend of thirty years. I couldn't even think of a time we had even stood next to each other at a urinal to slyly glance at each other's cocks.

I walked to the back of the boat picked up my rod and wound the now unbaited hook in. I heard Dave's feet shuffling on the deck as he too stripped his clothes off. I rebaited my hook and cast it back into the water. I turned around to face Dave. He was standing between the driver's and the passenger's seat and had an elbow on the backrest of each. He made no attempt to hide himself and either did I. We wanted each other to see our cocks. We had nothing to hide from each other. I leaned my back side on the stern of the boat and put my hands at my sides.

"Nice cock," he said to me, "I have wondered what you'd look like."

"You are a bit longer than me, " I observed, not that it was a competition.

I gave my cock a couple of strokes to fill it out a little and then went and sat on the seat on the side of the boat that I had occupied earlier. I felt quite comfortable being naked in front of him out here on the bay.

"You know now we are closer than I am with my brother. He doesn't know I'm bi or Chloe and I are swingers," Dave said to me.

"It's a nice feeling, isn't it," I answered.

"We can do anything that we feel comfortable with now," he said, " There doesn't have to be any pretences between us."

I knew in my mind what he was getting at. I felt the same.

I reached out with my left hand and wrapped my fingers around his partly engorged cock. It felt nice in my hand. I flopped him from side to side a couple of times and felt the blood filling him. He grew in my hand. I now gave him a couple of powerful strokes. He stepped forward toward me. My mouth opened and he pushed his wonderful seven inches past my lips. I pressed upwards with my tongue on the underside of his cock. He groaned and his hips started to slowly sway. He didn't thrust or try to fuck my mouth, he wasn't that kind of guy thankfully. Neither am I. He came quite quickly. I swallowed his cum.

"Thanks for that," he said as he cleaned his cock with a towel from the cabin.

Just then I had a bite on my fishing rod. In the excitement of me winding the snapper in and Dave netting it for me, we sort of forgot we were naked. As I sat down after the excitement, the reality of what had occurred between us must have hit home with him.

"So what do we do now? Do we tell the girls about this?" Dave asked me.

"It's up to you if you tell Chloe. I don't think I am going to tell Janet about you or what we just did. If she asks I'll tell her, but I always have a 'need to know' policy. We just go on being us. But when we are together we can be us as we want to be."

Dave leaned over to rinse his hands in the sea water after putting my fish in the live well. His cock and balls hung down and his anus was exposed to me.

"Do you like being fucked?" I asked my old friend.

I looked around. 'Did I say that out loud?' I thought.

"Yes, I do actually. Do you?" he directed the question to me.

"No, it's not my thing I'm afraid." I told him honestly.

"I have some condoms and lube in the cabin if you want to fuck me," he said as his dick started to rise again at the thought of me in his ass.

I didn't say no, so he disappeared into the cabin.

He tossed me a wrapped condom.

"I just so glad I've found out you are bi. I finally feel I can be bi and enjoy myself. I can have sex and talk about it with someone.

I ripped open the condom and rolled it onto my hard cock. I hadn't fucked anyone for maybe two years. What a thrill it was for me.

Dave strode between the seats again and this time turned around and faced the front. He leaned forward and held onto the dashboard with his strong arms. He pushed his ass back towards me then wiped a big gob of lubricant onto his anus. I stood up and with my hand on my cock guided myself to his back opening. I slipped my cock up and down over his hole a couple of times to spread the lube and then I pressed against him.

My cock entered him slowly until I was fully in and my balls were touching his. He grunted as my cock bottomed out. I stayed in him fully and lay my head on his back. This was what I had been looking for. A guy I could be intimate with. Not just have sex with and then leave. Slowly I started to move my hips. I fucked him slowly, played with his nipples and stroked his cock and balls. In short, I made love to him. I had never done that to a guy before.

He came again, his seed spattered on the decking carpet under us. I came in him soon after. The condom captured my semen. He turned around and kissed me on the lips. That was much nicer than the, 'See you later mate,' that I usually got after having sex with a guy.

We put the diver's ladder over the side of the boat and went for a swim to wash the sweat from our bodies. Once back on the boat we sat next to each other. Our hips and legs were touching.

"That was wonderful," Dave told me, "Things aren't going to be the same between us are they?"

"No, I can't see how it can be the same. I'm glad it's not, though," I answered.

It was a strange feeling I had for him now. I wasn't in love with him or anything like that, but I did that feel he and I had something. We stayed naked on the boat until the tide turned and we had to leave.

"Are you and Janet going to come to one of the swingers parties with Chloe and me?" Dave asked as we put his boat on its trailer.

"I am going to try and get her to. Could you give us a few days notice when the next one comes along. I've always wanted to go to one," I replied.

"Yes I will," he replied, "But now I have to get home."

He looked at me, I knew how he felt right now. He wanted to be intimate with me as we said goodbye. But we were in a public car park on a Sunday afternoon. There were people ever where.

I grabbed his hand as if to shake it. I just held it for a moment.

"You give me a call anytime," I said, "If I can get away I will meet up with you somewhere, anywhere. Even if it is just for a few minutes."

I knew my friendship with him was now stronger and we both had a need for each other. Fuck, I felt wonderful! And I even had a nice snapper for Janet's dinner tonight.