Dotting the “I” in bi

“Sorry, I have to go. Meet me in the shed behind my house after dinner. We’ll do this right.”
He was gone, leaving me with nothing but a leaking boner and the taste of his orgasm on my tongue.
I did what I came here for, jerked off until I had an unsatisfactory orgasm. Pulled my pants back up, stood in front of the mirror, and gave myself a congratulatory wink.
“After dinner…sure…”