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Environment and comfort level seemed to play a big part.
That's a pretty awesome story lol... guess I'll try to keep them from getting too wasted. I never considered the comfort level either.
This is why I mentioned the "gay-friendly" club in my last post. Alright, here's my story/stories.
I met this one chick and she really liked me but she was bi and was up front about it. I will admit, I was a little intimidated by it because I never had to deal with such a thing, meanwhile, it was probably every other guy's fantasy. We would go to regular night clubs and such, but eventually, she told me she waned to go to the gay-friendly part of town to an after-hours. I decided to go, but my dumbass brought one of my loser friends, because I was afraid of being confused for gay (duhh... then why bring the other guy, moron?? stupid, I know).
So there I am, trying to act macho with my buddy, and she's out there on the dance floor picking up on all sorts of chicks. She pulled a group of hot Latinas and we went back to their townhome. Well since I brought my friend, I felt I had to entertain him, and I'm watching the girl I'm with getting all flirty with these chicks. I then go caveman and tell her we need to go. Later, I told her I got kind of jealous and then she told me the reason she pulled the girls was to get something going between us (threesome). I felt like an idiot. Next time around, she tried to surprise me with some chick, but she was definitely not my type (kinda country/redneck-ish) and I told her to ditch the girl. I never landed the threesome with her, but it's also because I thought I was all that, was banging chicks left and right, and eventually lost touch with her.
Now, the time I did score a threesome, it was back at the same part of town. I had broken up with my gf, but we were still having sex. I suppose I said something or she said something about having a threesome while we were fucking, but I didn't remember (I was probably drunk). She then invites me to a restaurant/club in that part of town with one of her friends who is pretty, big tits, and nice ass (wannabe model). We all get to drinking, one of her guy friends comes out (total fucking loser, lying MF'er posing as a talent scout). Well, we all eventually get pretty buzzed, and out of nowhere, my ex's chick-friend starts making out with her. All the straight dudes around are jocking HARD, but I'm playing it cool like it happens all the time. My ex then whispers "Remember that thing we talked about? She's into it." We then ditch everyone, I speed back to my place, and it's history from there.
Ahhh, good times.
Anyway, my conclusion is something like Chris Rock said "He didn't turn gay, he just didn't have anyone to be gay with." These chicks already had those desires, but being in the environment made it feel more natural to act on it.