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The very next day, he comes busting into our room and he's pissed off about something and he didn't waste any time letting me know that he was pissed off at me because I'd screwed our sister, oh, maybe an hour before he came barging in with this attitude.

"Why did you do it to her?" he asked - was that really steam coming out of his ears?

"Um, because she wanted to and I wanted to get laid, too, but she was here and, oh, yeah, where were you?" I asked. As I waited for him to say something, I thought about how he knew I'd fucked her and figured that he probably said something dumb to her and she dropped this bomb on him and, sheesh, he still hadn't learned not to mess with her and he was lucky she said what she did instead of punching him in the face.

"You could have waited for me!" he said.

"Oh, yeah, sure, like I was gonna do that when she walked in here naked and told me to do her and do her right the hell now?" I asked. "I guess now you expect me to turn her down, huh?"

"You could," he said - and he's pouting again.

"Oh, yeah, sure, I could but I know what she'd do if I didn't," I said.

"What's that?" he asked.

"She made it clear to me that if I ever turned her down when she wanted to do it, she would tell Mom all about it," I said. "I think you know what would happen to me, right?"

"Oh," was all he said. "So, um, can we do it now?"

We did but my heart really wasn't in it because of the way he was acting. I really needed him to explain to me why he was acting like this so I could figure out what, if anything, could be done about it. I wasn't going to stop screwing our sister or anyone else who wanted to do it just to make him happy and damn him for dropping this bullshit in my lap!

He woke me up at two in the morning to tell me that all he needed to know so he could not be jealous was that I really did like doing it with him... and I wanted to punch him dead in the face for waking me up. I told him the truth: I loved doing it with him and I'd rather do it with him than the other guys and he had to believe this because if he didn't, well, he knew what I was going to do about it.

"Okay," he said before climbing back into his bed and going right to sleep.

Man, he could be such a jerk! I couldn't go back to sleep; I laid there for another hour or so rethinking everything about having sex with both of them. I loved it and I loved them, too, and that made having sex with them so good and seriously worth the risks. I thought that if I hadn't caved in and did it to him and like he had been begging me to do, I wouldn't be dealing with this shit now... but I was realizing that maybe I would have been but, fuck, what's done is done and all that shit. I mean, my sister wasn't jealous that I was having sex with him or anyone else but she did let me know that when she wanted me, I'd better deliver and, so far, I hadn't failed to because she made me believed that she'd rat me out about doing her.

And the pussy was very damned good and it felt good but weird to admit this to myself. The same with him. Having sex with him was so good but he was making me regret and rethink everything. As I dropped off to sleep, I was praying that this would be the last I would hear of his jealousy.

"Sammy told me that you're the best at sucking and fucking him," he said and pouting, too.

"Yeah, he told me that - so what?" I asked. "He told me that he loves it when the two of you do it, too - but you don't see me getting all jealous about it, do you?"

"No," he said, and I felt that he didn't like having to agree with me.

I spent five more minutes that we could have spent having sex telling him what all the guys he was doing it with were telling me about how much they liked or loved having sex with him and they were some of the same guys I was having sex with, too. The more I talked, I could feel the jealousy flowing off of him... and I didn't understand it but I was trying to. I told him, "I could see you being jealous if we weren't doing anything but you wanted us to but that's not the case! Shit, I have sex with you more than I do those other guys! That should tell you something but what it shouldn't do is make you jealous."

"So, um, are you gonna do it to me now?" he asked.

I turned and looked at my alarm clock and saw that, shit - Mom would be home in a couple of minutes.

"It ain't happening because we spent the time I could've been fucking you talking about you being jealous and there's no reason for it," I said.

"You're mad now, aren't you?" he asked.

"You're damned right I am," I said - then got up, gathered up my clothes, and went to the bathroom to get washed up and dressed.

"I'm sorry," he said when I came back to the room to put my sneakers on - and he was still lying naked on his bed and, I dunno, like he thought I was really going to risk our mother catching us again.

"I'm sorry, too," I said; I put my sneakers on and went downstairs and I was seriously not happy about this. But wait - it got worse!

The really bad part about this was knowing that we only had x-amount of time to do this before the rest of the family came wandering in and especially our mother, who was going to be getting off from work soon. I'm getting furious because here we are, naked as the day we both were born and I should be feeling wonderful because I've got his cum in me and I should be feeling even more wonderful working to put my cum in him but, no - we're talking about some shit that, as a second thought, maybe I should have foreseen.

"You act like we can do this any old time we want to," I continued. "But you know we can't and you know why, too; if we get caught again, one or both of us are going to get hurt. So we gotta do this when we have the chance to and I don't mind taking the risk but if you're gonna give me shit about getting with someone else and when there's no chance to get with you, I ain't got time for this bullshit."

"But I don't want to stop," he said. "I like what we've been doing!"

"I like it, too, but not when you do shit like this," I said. "Okay, I'm starting to understand how you feel but, again, it's not like we can do this and there's no risk to either of us and, shit, you know good and damned well that I can do it with someone else and we still manage to do it so it's not like you're not getting what you want from me, is it?"

"No," he said. "It just pisses me off to know that you're doing other dudes."

"You don't get pissed when I'm fucking girls," I pointed out.

"That's different," he said and, honestly, I didn't see how it was although, um, I knew he was mad at me because I was screwing our sister and even madder because she had wanted him to eat and fuck her and he acted like a chump about it and, according to her, couldn't do it right to save his life.

But I could tell that he really was jealous... and I really didn't know what to do about it other than to not have sex with him. I was starting to see that if that happened, that would only make him madder at me and, shit, we would be fighting a lot more than we already were.

"You gotta believe that if I didn't like doing it with you, we wouldn't be doing it; you gotta believe that if I didn't think you were worth the risks we take so we can do it, we wouldn't be doing it and, finally, if you can't get over this dumb shit, well, you're gonna have to deal with it yourself," I said. Deep down, I didn't want to stop having sex with him but if this was a problem for him, I knew one way to solve it - and he wasn't going to like it one bit.

"I'm mad at you."

Those words, uttered by my brother the moment he sank his dick into me, snapped me out of the warm, comfortable mood I was in. Prior to this, we spent some pretty hectic moments sucking each other off and it was that hectic because I'd been away at camp for two weeks, so we were playing catch up.

He's slowly fucking me and, with my mood interrupted, I asked, "Why are you mad at me this time?" That he'd get pissed with me about something was beginning to be a thing with him and one that usually resulted in me kicking his ass because he wanted to fight.

"I'm not the only guy you're having sex with," he said, punctuating his words by ramming his dick into me as hard and as deep as he could and, I guessed, trying to elicit a "bad" response from me - and it didn't and that seemed to make him madder.

"So what? It's not like we're turning each other down in favor of other dudes," I said. "You're out there doing it with other dudes... and you don't hear me getting all pissed off about it."

"Why don't you?" he asked.

I couldn't believe that we're talking about this. His dick felt good inside of me and I wanted to concentrate on that and not playing Twenty Questions with him but, shit, I know that if I didn't answer him, he was going to keep bugging me about this.

"Because it doesn't make sense to be mad over what you're doing with someone else," I said. "Why are you even talking about this?"

"Because I think you don't like doing it with me," he said... and I was incredulous.

"Yet here you are with your dick in my ass and, by the way, not doing what you're supposed to be doing," I said and hoping he'd get the hint. "If this was a real problem, you could have said something about this before we got into it!"

He had nothing to say about that but I didn't give him a chance to say anything. "If I didn't like it with you, do you really think that you'd be where you are right now? Really? Are you gonna finish fucking me or what?"

He eventually did but I didn't take a lot of joy in feeling his dick pumping cum into me and now I'm mad at myself because I let him being mad with me fuck with me and ruin my mood. He pulled out and rolled over onto his stomach, a clear sign that he was waiting for me to get in him and... I didn't make that move and when he asked me what I was waiting for, all I said was, "You wanted to talk about this so we're gonna talk about it. I don't understand why you're so jealous all of a sudden."

"I'm not jealous!" he exclaimed. "I... just get mad because I know I'm not the only dude you're having sex with."

"That's jealousy, dummy," I said. "If this is really a problem for you, I know how to take care of it."

"How?" he asked.

"This'll be the last time we do it," I said - and I meant it, too. "Sometimes, I don't think you understand the risks we take and I know you remember that night we got caught. Despite that, we've kept doing it but if you're gonna start acting like an asshole about it, we don't need to be doing it anymore. It's bad enough that I have to deal with this shit having sex with girls and it's bad enough that there are some guys who give me some shit about who I'm fucking and the last person I expected to hear this shit from was you so, yeah, I hope you enjoyed fucking me because that'll be the last time you ever will!"

Yeah, now I'm mad...

My wife and I are new to this we have a fantasy of a three way with another guy or a foursome with a guy girl right now we use a dildo and a pocket pussy during sex but we are starting to think we would like to have the real thing. The fantasy starts with picking up someone at a bar hows disexual him and i get in the back backseat of the car and proceed to kind of play with each other a little bit until we get to the hotel when we get to the hotel room my wife goes into the bathroom the guy and I proceed to walk into the room we continue to play with each other and tell we pull out our cocks and start drinking each other off slowly get me slowly going down on him playing with his dick in my mouth my wife comes out of the bathroom and proceeds to watch us she had changed into an outfit and starts playing with herself watching his I suck his dick after a minute or two she comes over and starts helping me suck him off we do that for a little bit and then proceed to go a little further I proceed to stand behind him holding his cock in my hand laying my wife on the bed slowly guiding his dick into her in and out with my dick teasing his ass as he goes in and out and she starts getting wet I proceed to clean his dick off with my mouth until she's good and soaking wet and while I'm standing behind him doing that eventually I slide my cock into his ass and proceed to fuck him while he fuck my wife holding back trying to come we stop and switch places he lays down on the bed I clean all of my wife's juices off of his cock with my mouth and then slide his dick into my ass while he's pounding my ass I take the condom off of myself and my wife proceeds to suck my dick then she puts my dick in her pussy standing over the top of the two of us and that's where I let my self come inside my wife we move to a 69 position her on top of him dripping my hot creampie that I just made into his mouth him eating her pussy we take his condom off and proceed to suck him together until he comes in my mouth and my wife and I proceed to share it back and forth swallowing it together. This is the fantasy we have been discussing on whether or not we should do it we're just looking for advice on what to do and where to go from here I have had several fantasies like this myself that I think about and my dick just gets so hard that I want to act on it and I've noticed my wife's gets really worked up sexually when we talk about it

I carried this chip on my shoulder for almost three months. I had to be good at having sex and whether I was sucking dick or eating pussy or fucking. I knew what I'd been told about not really having to keep proving to others that I was good enough made sense but it was like it didn't really set in. I was... aggressive with some of my male friends and whom I regularly had sex with. I'd suck them off and was ready to do it again even when they said that I didn't need to... but they had heard about what happened to me and not too long after it had all happened. They would agree that, yeah, I was really good at sucking them until they shot jizz but, man, enough is enough!

They got together one day to tell me this and to tell me that I didn't have to suck them until they were sore to prove that I was good enough and if I didn't stop acting like this, they were gonna stop doing it with me. Well, that "intervention" snapped me out of the very foul mood that guy had put me in, and it had made me mad at myself for, as my mom had said, letting him get to me like that. Damn it. They were right and I wasn't. I "calmed down" and got back to doing it with the guy for the sheer fun of it but in the back of my mind, I was still determined that no one was ever going to say that I wasn't good at doing this.

Ever. Still, I had to learn how to accept failure and that was a very hard lesson for me to learn and it took me a long time to learn it. I had to learn that I could do the best I could and... it just wasn't good enough for the other person and, yeah, girls would sometimes feel that I didn't do it to them "the right way" and, as such, I had to learn to not kick my own ass because as my mom told me about some other thing, "You can't make everyone happy and it's a mistake if you try to!"

I had to deal with the... conflict because, one the one hand, I was being told to excel at everything I did but, on the other hand, sometimes, I just wasn't going to excel and there will be people who would feel and say that... I suck at something. Not as good as they wanted or expected. And the very important lesson of learning from both my mistakes and failures so that I could continue to strive to be the best I can be.

I hated that guy and for a long time. It wouldn't be until I was an adult before I realized that by hurting my feelings that day, he taught me something very important and he'd actually done me a favor. Indeed, I would run into him one day and, for a brief moment, I saw him flinch because, of course, he remembered that day, too. He apologized and I accepted it; likewise, I apologized, and he accepted it.

"I lied to you about not being good at it," he had said as we sat in a bar having a couple of drinks. "I knew you were good at it because all the guys were telling me that if I wanted my dick sucked real good, I had to check you out. That first time? Man, it was really the best ever and I wanted you to do it again and... I said the one thing I thought would get you to do that and I said it. You got me off two more times and I fucked up and tried to make you feel bad enough to do it one more time - but I didn't even think that it would make you mad enough to beat the shit out of me like you did!"

"All you had to do was ask me to do it again," I said. "I would have gladly kept right on sucking you off until you wasn't going to get hard again for a few days... but that's not what you did or said. I... understand it now and I really am sorry for kicking you in the balls like that but you deserved it for hurting my feelings the way you did."

I learned a powerful lesson that day and I learned some shit about me and my temper, too. By kicking him in the balls like I did, I could have killed him and when I learned that it was possible to kill a man like that, it scared the shit out of me and, yeah, being told that I was lousy at sucking dick wasn't worth killing someone over so the answer to this was to... not ever get mad about that ever again.

The next time a guy told me this I was proud of myself. I didn't get mad but I did tell him, "You didn't say that when I had you begging for your mom to save you and you were shooting that big load into my mouth..." It shut him up. I would learn that if a guy didn't like the way I sucked him - off or otherwise - well, he might not have had fun but I did because I got to, once again, do something I knew that I loved doing:

Sucking guys' dicks and swallowing all the cum they had to give.

I can remember the sheer joy of discovering sex with guys... and I can remember the first time a guy told me that I wasn't good at sucking dick.

It hurt. It was embarrassing. It wasn't that I failed to make him shoot his jizz (and as we learned to call it back then) because he most certainly did; it wasn't that I had asked him, "How was it?" No - he came in my mouth, moaning and groaning and trying to cuss and when I'd gotten ever drop out of him, he looked at me with a sneer on his face and said, "You suck at sucking!"

My eyes overflowed with hot tears immediately and like he had slapped me in the face. I wanted to crawl off somewhere and just die. I wanted to punch him in the face but all I could do was sit there with those tears running down my face and my nose getting all snotty. I wanted to make it up to him and said as much and he decided to give me another chance to do it right.

I wound up sucking him off two more times before he decided that I was barely good at it and it was in that moment I realized that he had used me. "You said that so I would keep doing it to you, didn't you?" I asked and accused.

"Yeah, and you fell for it!" he said.

And that's when the fight started. I was angry on top of having my feeling hurt again; I attacked him in a blind fury - I learned what they meant by getting mad and seeing red - and by the time some adults stopped to break us up, I had a busted lip and both of my hands really hurt; I wound up spraining my ankle when I kicked him as hard as I could in the balls - that made him throw up but didn't stop me from beating on him and when one of the adults grabbed me and literally threw me off of him, I was still swinging and crying and blubbering.

He was... a mess. Both eyes blackened; he lost three teeth, both lips split open (he needed stitches) and I missed banging his head on the sidewalk but learned that one when one adult took me home to my parents and told them what they saw and did. Then the bad part: Telling them why I had not only gotten into a fight but why did I do what I did? And... I lied. Kinda. I told them that he said I wasn't - excuse me for cussing - shit and was teasing me over and over and I hit him but, of course, I wasn't going to tell them why he had said that:

That would have gotten me beaten and worse than the licks he'd gotten in on me. What was "even worse" was they were both trying not to laugh for a moment before they got serious and, of course, I didn't see anything funny about being told that I wasn't any good at sucking dick and then being used to suck him off two more times and being told I was barely good and him stabbing me in the heart for falling for his trick.

My mom took me aside and let me know that it's okay to not be good at doing something and that being told that I'm not isn't a good reason to beat someone as badly as I did but, at the same time, I had to defend myself as a person because I shouldn't let anyone make me feel like they're better than I am and, well, that I'm not worth shit. She got me cleaned up and gave me an ice bag for my busted and very swollen lip and... grounded me for two weeks and let me know it could be even longer and depending on what the action the guy's parents wanted to take against me.

I wound up getting off of punishment after two days because his parents agreed that he started the fight and, yeah, he got beaten pretty bad but that's what he got for starting the fight in the first place. Once I could go back outside, I was hoping to see him again... so I could beat him up again but he'd been grounded for a month, as I would later learn and it was a good thing, too. Even when I eventually saw him again - and he avoided me at every turn - that was fine because I had nothing to say to him and, in fact, I didn't speak to him for a whole year and refused to accept his pitiful attempts to apologize for what he said and did.

And it made me even more determined to be very good at sucking dick. It was already "bad enough" that I'd lost my mind and was sucking dick like it was going out of style but I got "worse;" any guy who wanted me to suck them off would get sucked off and as many times it could be done to prove to them that i was good at doing this but I would grow up and think about this first bad moment and realize that I was sucking every and any dick I could and not because I had to prove to guys that I was good at this: I was doing it to prove to myself that I was good at it.

And not realizing that I didn't have to. I'd suck a guy off and he'd be more than pleased that I made him shoot and I swallowed every drop of it; I'd had a few grown up dicks and they were more than impressed at my ability to suck their much bigger dicks and drinking down all that grown-up jizz like it was water. There was this one "old guy" - and I mean he was ancient at the age of 14 - who literally had to make me stop sucking him and I was pissed that he made me stopped and he asked me what the hell was wrong with me. I told him that he needed to know that I was good at doing this and he said, "Well, whoever told you that you weren't is an idiot because you are good at it - why do you think I came looking for you?"

I would realize that he wisely said, "Just because some asshole didn't like how you did it to them doesn't mean you aren't good at it - and you need to remember that, okay? Now, it's my turn to suck you off..."

I remember that first taste of cum. I remember not really understanding why he wanted to put his "thing" in my mouth but he paid me so he could do it and I would, much later, realize that it was the money that made me go with it more than anything else. He stuck the head of his dick into my mouth and told me to suck on it - gently - and lick it and, wow; the taste and feel and a lot of other shit was going through my mind and he's moaning and telling me that I'm making him feel really good - and I remember hearing this making me feel... good? I'm still not sure about that moment but I can remember being so engrossed with sucking and licking the head of his dick that I was taken totally by surprise when this... stuff started shooting into my mouth.

The thing I really remember about this moment was (a) being surprised and (b) not knowing what it was but there was "so much" of it that I was about to choke and gag and... I swallowed it, well, I swallowed whatever hadn't flowed out of my mouth. I remember what it tasted like as if I was tasting it right now: It was sweet, kinda salty, and I would realize that it tasted... boozy, too. I liked the way it tasted and the way it felt in my mouth. I would grow up and think back on this moment and wonder why I didn't spit it out... and I don't have an answer to that but I still feel that I swallowed it more out of self-defense than anything else.

What I did know is that I wanted more of that taste and feel. He would pay me more money to stick it between my butt cheeks and that felt really weird but good and he shot more stuff between my cheeks which also felt weird and good... but I couldn't get that new, strange, weird but kinda good taste out of my mouth and I can never forget how... tingly and excited I felt. I remembered, later that day, that he had, in fact, sucked my little dick and I would feel that I'd "forgotten" about that because he shot cum into my mouth and overrode this part.

What I knew was that he shouldn't have done that and I shouldn't have "let him" do that; I should have told my parents what happened but there was two reasons why I didn't: The first was they wouldn't believe me and I'd get a beating for "lying" on an adult and the other was... they would take the $50 I had "earned" by letting him do it. And I wanted to do it again. I couldn't wait to go outside the next day and tell my male friends what had happened and they were just as excited by it as I was; I would realize, later in life, that some of them already knew about this and some of them wanted to know about this and doing this to each other... just made all the sense in the world even though none of us were producing cum - but we could make each other have that really good feeling.

A week later, I busted my first nut in a girl. I couldn't wait to tell the guys what I could do and when one guy was sucking my dick and I felt that feeling I'd felt with the girl, I told him - or I think I did - that I was going to shoot and I did; I still remember the look on his face as my cum shot into his mouth and, unlike me, he hurried up and spit it out and said, "Ew! What was that?" I told him that it was the "baby making stuff" and the same stuff that man had shot into my mouth and I had swallowed it; that made him suck me again until I shot it and this time, he swallowed it.

I had fun sucking his dick even though I could feel his dick "twitching" in my mouth but not tasting anything other than his skin - and he tasted like Ivory soap. Later that day, though, I was sucking a guy's dick who was a couple of months older than I was and, yeah, he shot his stuff in my mouth and I swallowed all of it - and I remember the look on his face because he didn't seem to believe that I swallowed it but he found out why I did when he sucked my dick and I gave him a taste of what he'd given me. I was so hooked on this that, today, it still embarrasses me at times. I would suck other adult cocks - and because I wanted to and they didn't make me do it and they would shoot their stuff in my mouth and would be surprised that I did my best to swallow all of it but I would wind up limiting my cock sucking to my friends and slurping down their cum since it was more... convenient.

But that first taste changed my life forever. I have no regrets or shame about it because of what I learned about men and sex. Illegal? Immoral? Sure but that's how real life can be even when we believe it shouldn't. I was such a cock whore, though. All you had to do was show me your dick and I'd want to suck it and swallow your cum and I'd get mad if that didn't happen and, sometimes, fighting mad. Literally.

Was there something wrong with me? I thought so at first but realized that there was really nothing wrong with me because I also loved to lick and suck on a girl's pussy, too, and while they couldn't shoot anything my mouth, just doing it made me feel just as good as sucking a guy's dick did.

That first taste was the best taste ever.