Then you're very lucky my friend. My experience has been quite different; it seems that my father was either gay or bisexual (I'm going with gay since it was gay porn I found in his closet) and I'm sure he got married in 1946 because he had to hide who he was. It did not result in a good marriage; I think they both were miserable, and I think he resented me because I was able to explore my sexuality while he felt trapped in a unwanted marriage.
Then I met a man, in a gay bay no less, we went back to my place and well you know the rest. We began to see each other regularly, and imagine my surprise when I found out he was married and had four young children. By this time I was well on my way to being in love and was devastated; if he had told me from the beginning I would have never seen again. What made it worse was he continued to call me for two months, begging for me to see him. The answer was no, when your single give me a call; the sad part was not only was he very handsome (and porn star hung) but we had quite a bit in common, we both like sports, both playing and watching and he loved to get fucked; a marriage made in heaven, except that I was being used.
One of the biggest lessons as a gay man I have ever learned is that no matter you’re your straight buddies say; they are never really totally okay with you being gay. I’ve been lucky in some way’s, I’m six one, 220lbs, and look like your typical linebacker, and have spent a lot of time in the gym. When people find out I’m gay they always say, “But you don’t look/act gay.” To which I reply, “It’s funny, you don’t look/act straight.” It either gets a big laugh or they get pissed off, but I don’t care. So yes, they are still your friends; they still play ball with you or shoot a round of golf, and watch football and drink beer, their wives invite for dinner and the kid's call you uncle. But I guarantee that when you are showering together at the gym, many of them still feel a bit uncomfortable, I know this because there have been times when I’ve called a few of them out on it. It’s because, I think, they can never see you as just their buddy, they only picture the sex acts you perform; and I do believe they try not to, but it’s just how they are wired. In the same way I could never, ever, ever lick a women’s vagina, they could never, ever think of sucking cock.
So I guess what I’m trying to say, for me anyway, I’d be happy to play with a bi-sexual man as long as he tells me straight up that’s what he is, if after that he wishes to stay in the closet, fine. Also, I must admit that I may have a small problem with bi-sexual men because I am 100% gay, have always been and can’t change that reality; and while I live a very happy and productive life, it has not always been easy living with the prejudice, the slurs and condemnation that follows gay men and women around their entire life. Finally, I guess that I am just a tiny bit jealous, that a bi man can just ‘drop in for the weekend’ so to speak and have his fill of hot man to man sex and then go back and live his life in straight society and not be looked at like a freak. That said, I will admit that is the main reason for my skepticism of bi-sexual men is unfounded, even maybe unfair; but at least I’m honest, and most of all very human.