Equal Opprtunity

I've been reading a lot of stories and, ehem, 'confessions' that sounds and read like erotic magazine stories. So I'm compelled to write a true one.

I am bi. There, that's out there. Here's the confession. I hate the feel of cock in my hands, mouth, rubbing against me, my cock or any other way except one. How it started doesn't matter, this is a confession not a novel. Once a month when my wife, who I do love very much btw, goes into her mega bitch week long hatred of biology, I go see a guy friend that sucks me off to completion and thanks me for it. That in itself doesn't make me bi. What does is that once he's swallowed and stands up with a very serious hard on, I willingly lay on my back, legs as high as I can get them so he can lube us both up and gladly accept a long slow fuck til he blows a very impressive load to fill up that rubber or pulls out and dumps all over me.
We clean up, get dressed and have a beer.
That's it.