Tim sat in his seat and continued looking around; waiting for others to join in or for things to start, whichever came first.  He sat near the two girls who were still chatting amongst themselves, but did not mind being excluded.  He enjoyed the exercise of sizing someone up.  It was one of those things he did well before any match; he’d sit back and watch and listen.  It is amazing what you can learn about a person simply from watching them and seeing the way that they interact with another person.<br/><br/>He also made sure to set his gaze on the odd pair at the front of the room.  The woman seemed to be almost shy, and hovered close to the group and the man at the desk, but seemed to be reluctant to join them fully… either that or she appeared to be stalking them; like a big jungle cat.<br/><br/>The man too seemed a bit detached as he sat there.  Tim got the impression that he was sizing them up as much as Tim was doing the same to him.  He had to admit to himself that they were both good looking, and well put together.  The man certainly carried himself with a strong air of confidence; one that his female counterpart did not exude as strongly.  Still, his eyes continued to be drawn back to the man.  There was something about him that made Tim want to focus on him.  It is not like he was really Tim’s “type” or anything.<br/><br/><em>The fact is,</em>Tim thought,<em>I don’t really have a type.  This whole idea of sex for the sake of sex, whether it is with a guy or a girl, is sort of new to me.  I'm not really attracted to any one type of girl or guy, it is more about who they are... how they portray themselves; their confidence and attitude.</em><br/><br/>Casual sex was not new, of course, but the fact that he could be drawn to a man’s body, as well as a woman’s was.  Tim had spent years in the locker room where muscled bodies were plenty and cocks swung wide and free all of the time, and rarely did he ever think of wanting one of them.  Then sometime in the past year something had changed.  He became curious about what it would be like to be with a guy.  He realized then that by only perusing women he was limiting his opportunities to get laid substantially.<em>After all, a blow job was a blow job no matter whose mouth you blew off in.  And it wasn’t like sucking some one off would be unpleasant or anything; right?  Bitches do it all the time, and if it was totally revolting I am sure they would object more.  One of these days soon I am gonna have to visit the glory hole I heard about at the bookstore over on Baker St.  I might like to try things out, without the face to face contact.  Hell, even if I hate it, I'll still get sucked off before I leave, and I've never met a blow job I didn't like.</em><br/><br/>His thoughts continued to meander down these new and often travelled rabbit trails while he looked back over the pair in front of them.  Tim wondered what exactly their parts in all of this would be.<br/>