My story; don’t know which one... English version (1)

I notice that the're not many french language readers so have I decided to publish an English version

End of the 80s; a tough time for a young reporter travelling thousands of km's for a crumb of titbit. A new event and more pressure every day for me. Seeing me in this floundering state during a coverage, a colleague-friend approaches and whispers : “Come on! If you don’t drain, you’re gonna explode...” by showing my crotch. I immediately obeyed this dear he/she whose NB?! identity I learned few hours later. Way back then, there wasn't so much divided gender identity. Back to the loby of the hotel Jean glanced at me, seemingly saying, “You did well!”.

We haven't talk about our privates before. But tonight we did... We had sent our eggs to our publishers and when we were for a last drink to off the day, curious to know the reason of his remark/instruction I launched myself: “Why did you make me do this... Still, it did me good”. He replied with a long tirade and revealed himself: “When you are stressed nothing works in your body...; you have to relax it.... , and this is the only effective way”. And continues without respite, “I am luckier than you because the pleasure is doubled for me”, and seeing that I had not understood anything, he continued, “I am a bi(sexual).... so two pleasures for two identities”, and he laughted. Dazzled by this frankness, I reply, directly, “but I am not one”. 'Worry,' he says, 'I’m not going to hit on you, you’re not my type...' and left me to go to sleep.

'Doubled pleasures', these words remained engraved in my mind, but with many question marks. Shall I try, is it any more fun, how to do it... in an social environment that claims to be straight and the guys, the most dudes on the planet. (About my teen sex life: synthesis of three cultures, I've never had a lack/reluctance, but always hetero tendency!... SECRETLY done... LOL).
And now my turn to confess... to my wife (very ex Helle); she got crazy and offers to prepare my body and soul for that doubled pleasure. Our life in bed was rather good, “but it got boring” she confessed later. Son, I thought, you don’t even think of ... with a congener. Yep! in such a entourage couldn’t we even pronounce the think.