I would overhear some adults talking about this and some would say that they knew what their kids were doing but, eh, it was okay... as long as they stopped when they were supposed to. I wondered what that meant but I would later understand that boys have stuff they're supposed to do in order to be a man and some of that meant only having sex with girls. Well, okay - but did it really mean that I had to stop having sex with boys? I didn't think so. And while a lot of the guys I had sex with walked away from it, I never did. There was always the stigma against homosexuality. I knew what that meant... and I knew that wasn't me. I liked my friends but I didn't like them like I did girls. Didn't know that there was a word that described what I was doing: Bisexual. What a revelation! It all felt right and normal to me. You didn't even have to ask me if I'd suck your dick - just show it to me and I'd start drooling and if you gave me "that look," oh yeah - I get to do this again and can taste his jizz (as we called it back then). It felt... nasty but good. Same with having a guy on top of me and thrusting his hard dick in and out of my ass. It would sometimes feel... wrong, but it also felt good, too. I would sometimes feel yucky sticking my dick into someone's asshole... but it would feel good, too. Remembering the day a grownup was sucking my dick - and just a few days after I started shooting jizz - and I came in his mouth. He was so surprised and said that I shouldn't be doing that now but said that I was becoming a man. Then sucked me off again. Then he fucked me and he asked me why could I be able to take his dick in my ass. I thought it was a dumb question and I'd later realized that he knew why I could. It wasn't the first time a grownup fucked me and they would tell me to just relax and let it go in... but I knew that already because me and my friends figured out that you gotta make it slippery and go kinda slow and if you tense up, it's gonna hurt real bad. Oh, yeah - those "huge" grownup dicks hurt like hell going in me but then it would feel good and then, when they shot their stuff into me, it felt so much better. At one point in all of this, I really thought there was something wrong with me because, sure, I liked doing it to girls (including my sister) but I also liked doing it with, well, with any guy who wanted to, my age, older, and way older. But, no, nothing was wrong with me and I'd grow up to understand these things. I knew right from wrong in this and I didn't care all that much. Sex was amazing... most of the time. So much joy to suck a guy's prick and hear him moaning and groaning and the feel of his prick pumping cum in my mouth - or in my ass - was beyond compare. But I was learning why girls didn't want to do it all that much, too. Boys were being boys... and sometimes being very bad boys. That ugly feeling of being used and "abused" and by that, I mean being fucked too hard and it was more painful than pleasurable. Being called names as they did it to me and calling me a good girl and other things that really hurt my feelings... but I'd learn to ignore that stuff because sex was supposed to feel good and it wasn't going to feel good if someone made me feel bad about it. And I never wanted to feel bad about it.
I would eventually learn that boys being boys is as old as humanity is but when I experienced it, it was new. Exciting. That man paying me to feed me the head of his dick and filling my mouth to overflowing with his cum. Exciting. Weird. Tasty. Then feeling his renewed erection sliding between my cheeks and poking against my hole. Weird. Still exciting even if I didn't know why. Feeling him cumming again, his knob pressed against my hole so hard that some of it slipped into me along with some of his cum. And it felt weird. Exciting. I felt... alive. Different. Couldn't wait to tell my friends what I'd just learned about "doing the nasty." Did they know that boys - even grownups - could do it to boys? Apparently, they did and if they didn't, so many were very eager to learn what I had the day before. It was all bad and I knew it was because I was told that boys do not have sex with boys and I now knew it was a lie. How can something everyone says is so bad feel so good? I would learn that it feels so good... because it's supposed to. I got turned out that day. I was so hooked on sucking dick it wasn't funny and, today, I'm often embarrassed to remember how I was back then. It was fun to suck my friends' dicks and more fun when an adult would give me his dick to suck and I'd get to taste his stuff. Or feeling them between my cheeks, trying to get it in me without hurting me and it felt so good but my friends and I figured out how to get our dicks into each other's ass and it felt very weird. Exciting. Nasty but in a strangely good way. Being able to take some of an adult cock in my ass. Oh, how it hurt! But it also felt good. Feeling them cumming in me, their big grownup dicks twitching inside of me and hearing him saying how good it felt to him; then, to further "ease the pain," I'd go away with money in my pocket. I'm not proud about that aspect... but that's just the way it was for me and almost all of my friends. Having sex with each other. An adult every now and then. Brothers doing each other and I resisted my own brother begging me to do it to him before he finally got on my nerves... and we did it. And it felt right for us to do it even though we both knew that if we ever got caught, well, that would be very bad. The taste of dick. The scents. The feel of it in my mouth or in my ass. Not as "good" as being able to do it to a girl but, yeah. Nasty but in a good way. The peer pressure we put other guys under: If you didn't like to do what we liked to do, you couldn't hang out with us and you're a big chicken. Taking every opportunity that presented itself to have sex with each other and in ways that I'd later realize that a lot of adults didn't know how to do or fantasized about. Sucking off nine of my friends one day. Turning around a day or so later and those same nine friends fucked me. Things that I wouldn't do today but back then? Both were good and bad; I'd threw up the cum I'd swallowed at one point but recovered and kept on sucking them. I was so comfortable with them fucking me that I even took a nap but when it was all over with, oh, boy - my ass was so sore that it hurt to sit down and I had spent the rest of my day running back and forth to the bathroom and still "shitting out" their loads of cum. This sex thing was amazing. It didn't make a difference to me if I had it with a boy or a girl and when we'd have threesomes, did it get any better than being able to get some dick and pussy at the same time? No... it really didn't. But, being the smart kid my test scores said I was, I learned a lot more than how to have sex with someone. I wanted to know if boys weren't supposed to do it to each other, well, why not? Why was it bad for brothers and sisters to have sex with each other and more so when they - and probably more than anyone else at the time - fell under the conditions we were told we could only have sex under: Don't have sex with someone unless you really care for them or love them but on top of being told to not have sex until we were old enough. Which would, one day, beg the question of how old is old enough? I'd say that 80% of what I learned about sex was learned before I was 13. Sucking and fucking with the fellas. Eating pussy and fucking girls. Finding out how girls can get pregnant or, as we said back then, "get into trouble." Well, okay, let's avoid that one but if girls were afraid to do it, the guys I grew up with were most certainly not afraid to. Today, I would say, with a lot of certainty, that I've sucked more dick, swallowed more sperm, and have been fucked more than most of the women I've ever known. Because boys are just - and always - being boys. They call it experimenting and I learned that it's more exploring than anything else. Some say that boys are boys because having sex with each other prepares us to have sex with girls. Maybe they're right about that.
"Those were some of the best times of my childhood," he said, breaking the silence. "They were good, weren't they?" I agreed. "It's a shame that we grew out of it," he said. "Who said I did?" I asked, knowing that by saying this, he'd be shocked - and he was. "You didn't?" he asked. "Cuz, I was already bisexual when you started the game and the truth is that I never had reason not to be bisexual," I said. "I know you and I think you knew that if you wanted to do this by playing that game that I wasn't going to object in any way; if you had an inkling that I wouldn't, you would have left it alone." "Yeah, you're right, but..." he said, whatever else he was going to say trailing off. "You weren't the only guy I was having sex with - but you had to know that because, um, did you ever wonder how I knew what to do?" I asked. "Or, yeah, remember when you busted a nut for the first time? I knew how to get you to not freak out when you did it... because a lot of my other friends busted their first nut with me. But, yeah, I just assumed that you grew out of it... but I never did and if anything, I'm even more bisexual than I was back then." "Well, damn," he said. "I didn't know." "We had a communication failure," I said. "I know you remember that time we went camping with Doug and me and him were doing it... and how mad you got because we were." "Yeah, I was heated because, um, I didn't want to share you with him like that," he said. "Yep, I figured that out but we did make up for that after you stopped being pissed off," I reminded him. "Look, man, I loved having sex with you and I never wanted it to stop... but it did. Not because I was traumatized in any way but I felt that you might have been and, well, shit: The one time we should have talked about this, we didn't. You said we had to stop and I agreed with your decision. I didn't like it... but I understood it... or I thought I did." "I, um, I gotta confess that there were other guys I did it with, too," he said. "I assumed as much," I said. "I even expected as much because it was the only thing that made sense about you being more comfortable and, for example, why you went from not wanting me to cum in your mouth to not stopping when I said I was gonna do it... and all in one weekend. I was okay that you figured that out with someone else even if I didn't know who - and whoever it was, it didn't matter to me because it just made us better lovers together." "I'm glad we finally talked about those times," he said. "My mind is at rest to know that I didn't traumatize you in any way." "You'd have been hard-pressed to traumatize me," I said. "I was into it up to my eyeballs before our first time... but doing it with you for all those years meant so much to me in other ways and it made you more of a brother to me than my own brother was - and I've always cherished that." We ended the call and, afterward, I spent some happy moments reliving every moment the two of us had sex...
I got a phone call from the cousin who I'd had sex with while enduring his crazy "master and slave" game. It was good to hear from him since I hadn't talked to him since I'd last seen him at my mother's funeral. We're catching up with the usual "how are you and your family doing" stuff when he said, "Uh, cuz, there's something I need to tell you." I'm thinking, "Uh-oh..." but what I said was, "Okay - what's on your mind, cuz?" "Do you, uh, remember that game we used to play when we were kids?" he asked - and the way he asked told me exactly what game he was talking about. "Of course I do; what about it?" I asked. "Well, I wanted to apologize for maybe traumatizing you by always, um, wanting to have sex with you," he said. "I've been meaning to talk to you about this, man, for a long time now and, well, we need to talk about it." And I was laughing before I realized I was laughing. I quickly got it together because I also sensed that this was a very serious conversation. "You mean to tell me that it took you over fifty years to finally say something about it?" I asked. "No apology is necessary; I wasn't traumatized by anything and if something did bother me, it was the game itself but I just took it in stride. I'm not gonna speak for you but I had fun having sex with you and you seemed to have fun as well. I was sad that last time we did it and you said it would be the last time but I was okay with it." "I said that because I thought that you might have really been bothered by it," he said. Oh, this was getting really interesting because I was sure that he called it all off because he was being bothered by it. "Nope - wasn't even bothered by any of it," I said. "It was sex but it was something that made us closer. Any time you brought up me spending the weekend with you, I was doubly thrilled because, for one, I loved hanging out with you and I knew that, at some point, we were going to play your game and have even more fun doing each other damned near all night long." "I felt the same way," he said. "Man, we were crazy back then, weren't we?" "Yeah, if you consider that we'd be playing the game with your mom in the back bedroom and our grandparents in the front bedroom and, yeah, how many times did we almost get caught?" I asked with a laugh. "It takes a load off of my mind to know that, um, my actions didn't traumatize you," he said. "But you never said anything else about it after that last time - do you remember why?" "I do; for one, I figured that at some point, it was going to stop and I was okay about it but now I understand that we were like those two ships passing in the night; I wanted to talk to you and tell you how it all made me feel about you but if you had ended it because you were feeling too weird about it, well, I didn't want to upset you." There was a long silence between us and my mind replayed the whole sexual thing between us. We were already close; if you saw one of us, you knew the other wouldn't be far behind and so many people thought we were brothers and didn't believe that we were first cousins. He's an only child and I had a brother that only got along with me when we were having sex and, over the years I had to think about all of that, I wasn't surprised that he was the one who initiated the sex between us... by inventing his game. Today, I still get that look on my face thinking about how silly it was but I understand why he came up with it: It was the easiest way he could think of for us to do something he very much wanted to do. I was remembering that we'd start out with the game and with him in the role of the slave but at a point, we'd leave the game behind and revel in sucking and fucking each other which just deepened the bond that already existed between us. I was just surprised that after all this time, he finally decided to say something about it all.
When i was 7 my mom's boyfriend would take naps with me while my mother was at work. He would touch my penis and rub my ass while he played with himself. Then he started giving me blowjobs. After awhile he started rubbing his cock between my legs and ass then cum on my back. After about 2 weeks we were in the 69 position and his cock was in my face so I started licking it and then put it in my mouth. He was big, 8" and would try to put it all in. I tasted this sweet wetness on his cock and asked him what that was and he said it was his love juice - later learned it was p. I would always avoid he cumming in my mouth. One night while we were 69ing I was cumming and I wanted to try his cum in my mouth. I got ready for it and then he paused and his cock began pulsating and pump his cum in my mouth, it was a lot and I really did not swallow it but got a taste. A few hours later I wanted to swallow it and did! I love it and was hooked after that. When I was 9 he started fucking me but would always cum in my mouth. I got really good at deep throating too. This went on just about everyday (sometimes twice or more a day) unit I was 17. Then I only dated girls but missed sucking cock and eating cum. Then I met a trans that was amazing, she was a vers top with a very nice cock and huge cummer. We took a lot of pics and made some great vids:-) lots of fun! I met a bi couple and had a blast!
Well according to my wife her sex drive is starting to increase after a few medical changes and I am hoping this leads to some new things as well. As I have discussed here before I am trying to get her to allow me to have a BF so I can experience some new things in life. We will see where this leads us, if anywhere but I am hopeful.
[ATTACH=CONFIG]59703[/ATTACH] Was with a lady who was shy and had a chance to explore ourselves and try new things. After reading erotica with her found she was turned on by the stories. So we roleplayed and it really was fun. That changed when she wanted me to try her toys and have me imagine a guy sucking me. Then changed to having a guy dick me 🤔. In the end, she got me to try a 3 some and sucked my first cock. I watched him fuck my face and thought I have a throbbing cock in my mouth. And took awhile before I sucked it like she sucked mine before. he shot my mouth, and as he quivered she moaned baby drink it!!! Might as well, I'm already sucking cock and this may be the only time I'm doing this. She got turned on so, she came at first touch of her clit and fingering. He asked if I could fuck him, I tried but I wasn't turned on by it. So she suggested he fuck me since I was nervous... And as she kissed me, he sucked me off and I grew hard again 😧 So she fed me her nipples, and before you know it he was between my legs. Raised and slowly sliding in me he worked his throbbing cock in my hole. I looked up and she was whispering relax and let him in... What she didn't know was I was throbbing from him going in deep. I literally got hard from him fucking me!!! I was in shock as she turned to watch him fuck me and seen I was rock hard!!!! She was like babe??? He made you hard? His cock got you hard? And I was like I don't what happened? But he kept going and I guess he got my Gspot(prostate) and I came hard, shooting a large load 😍 She was you like it? Didn't know what I felt or if I liked it. But a guy fucking me made me cum hard. Fastfoward-now I'm thinking about it, and I find myself growing hard from gayporn or guys masturbating. I'm thinking I WANT THAT COCK! I WANT TO BE FUCKED AGAIN, REGULARLY! I've even tried a dildo to see if I really want it. And couldn't stop myself till I came hard again!!! BUT I still love women just as much.... OMG yes I'm Bi 💯 Now I want to find a real FWBs Bi/gay guy..❤️
If there was one piece of good advice to give a guy about being bisexual, it's to not overthink it. I know that, in the beginning, things can be very damned confusing and it's not easy to make sense of these new thoughts and feelings. I understand the things that are of concern, and one would be right to be concerned about them but one of the things I've pretty much always seen is guys overthinking this and, worse, always assuming that the worst is going to happen to them. Being a bisexual will be hard if you make it hard for yourself. It's easy to point to the social nonsense and it's easy to get unnerved when the disease card hits the table and I've seen too many men lose their shit overthinking things that, on the one hand, they should be aware of but, on the other hand, get so fearful about it that they can't see that many of the things they overthink can be minimized, mitigated, and made to be a non-issue and as easy as using condoms as well as being smart about who gets to get you into bed. It's not about preferences so much and this, too, is something I see a lot of guys overthinking and to the point where they make it almost impossible for them to get the dick they say they want and very much so. If you set the bar too high, no one will be able to reach it and that's rather counterproductive and self-defeating. We live in a time where instant gratification is running things and I get it - you want what you want and the way you want it but, again, I've seen guys overthink this so much that they've yet to get what they want and telling them to simplify things - make it easier for you to do what you want to do - well, sometimes, that doesn't go over well with them. My protege likes to ask me how I managed to get so much dick in my life and there are two answers: One, I don't overthink it and, two, I make and keep it both easy and simple. I point to my three requirements: Be of legal age to consent to sex, be healthy enough to have sex, and don't be my idea of an asshole. If a guy can meet these requirements, everything else is gravy. My protege also thinks it strange that I don't have any preferences but I've seen them make sure that a guy looking for dick stands a good chance of not getting any and if I've learned nothing about being bisexual, it's that learning from the mistakes others make is better than me finding out the hard way. And, believe me, I've "screwed the pooch" enough times in my life to have learned some lessons about getting some dick and the biggest one, again, is to not overthink it and the other is to make it easy to get some. Otherwise, methinks a guy will be spending a lot of time being disgruntled over not being able to get some dick. My protege overthinks it and I have no problem calling him out for doing this. LIke, he doesn't believe that I don't have a type and I tell him that because he does have a type - and he spends a lot of time overthinking this - he winds up missing out on a lot of sex because he's more concerned with who when he should be thinking about what. But a lot of guys do this. After five years of mentoring him, he still gets weird about bottoming... because he overthinks it and to the point where he doesn't always allow himself to enjoy the pleasure that's there when he does, in fact, get fucked. He overthinks the age thing and more so when there are a lot of hot 20-somethings who are begging for his dick but because he overthinks this - and very much not in a good but typical way - he misses out on sex - and sex that I tell him that, sure - I'd go bone the youngster because, well, why not? But I don't overthink this and it's been difficult to get him to stop overthinking things. It's okay to be careful in things but when you spend more time worrying about what can go wrong, yeah - you're overthinking it. If you're sitting around and "blaming everyone else" for you not being able to get the dick you want, you're not only overthinking things but you're blaming the wrong person: That would be you. I would never tell a married guy to just go ahead and cheat on his wife but I know that a lot of married guys do and it's not an easy decision for them to make but those who do? They don't overthink it. They know the consequences of their actions but knowing this doesn't keep them sitting on the bench and bemoaning the fact that they can't get into the game and like other married guys are. Such a thing requires a lot of thought but, yep, I've seen guys overthink this and to the point where they are very fearful that if they do it, the worst possible situations ARE going to happen. It's not that they don't - they do - but if you, again, spend a lot of time thinking about the worst that can happen, you're overthinking it because your intelligence should be telling you how to best avoid the worst-case scenarios and not giving you nightmares about them. Just don't overthink this. It's easier said than done but know that a lot of men don't overthink it - and they're getting more dick than they know what to do with.
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