Perhaps it was because this was likely my last chance, or maybe it had been all those beers, but with her looking so sad, I pulled her over hugged her...head against my shoulder. Hugging her tight like I was, her breasts rested against my chest which immediately sent off stirrings in my jeans. She pulled back from me then and looked up into my face again looking sad and bewildered. She then began to get herself upright balancing herself with my shoulders. I got up with her and balancing on each. He then exclaimed that we should swim back. I was disappointed, but then thought how unrealistic it was to get anything done while in the water. We walked to our towels, erections fully visible, and sat down. I began to towel off and had but my shirt and shoes back on. I was telling him goodbye and telling him it was nice to meet him when he started to laugh. “Americans don’t know how to ask for what they want” he said in broken English, followed by an invitation to his home. I gladly obliged.. However, during some meetings with couples I had started to touch and caress the man’s cock and then sucking them at the request of their wives. Then in Miami I had been by myself for a short while and found a book store with gloryholes. I had a great couple of nights playing with cocks and was even brave enough to stick my cock through. I took my fuck buddy to the club a year later when she was visiting me. Back in the UK the idea of being bisexual started to play on my mind and I attended. Granted, he had some games on his mobile device, but they were simple affairs that he didn’t spend much time on.Truth was, he didn’t feel like a typical senior in college, majoring in political science more because that’s what he was good at, the public speaking part, not because it’s what he liked. He was minoring in physical education, he figured that could be a good back up plan and it looked good on a resume.He was a jack of all trades really, a bit good at anything he tried. He was average.