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I knew I could never be satisfied in a romantic relationship with another man; but now that I had experienced same-sex fruit, could I ever return to complete heterosexuality? I knew I could not, and that meant there was an obvious answer to the question I didn't want to ask myself. I felt sick as I drove home from the training ground, having stayed silent on the minibus from the airport.
I opened the door to my house at midnight, walking into the brightly lit hallway as my fiancée wrapped her arms around me. "I've got something to tell you," I muttered.
"What?" She whispered. "I think you were so hot on telly. That spanking was ..."
"I think I'm bisexual," I blurted out as she held me tightly. "Well I keep thinking about fucking men and women and I just want to fuck both," I admitted. "I love you, but I like playing with men too."
There was a pause for a moment as I waited for her response. Just how would she take it?
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