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I learned that his older brothers had, upon finding out that he'd had sex with an adult, kind of "blackmailed" him into having sex with them and, I thought, what was what turned him into a bottom; he had said that he was almost always sucking them off and being fucked by them when, by comparison, my sexual relationship with my brother - and a few other male relatives - was more in the versatile way of things. He'd asked if I "made" my brother get into it and I said that I hadn't and, in fact, I didn't want to but he kept bugging me about it and I caved in; we both allowed that little brothers were a pain in the ass.

This extensive conversation with him had me really looking at how I became experienced and, importantly, great insight into my bisexuality. To me, being able to have sex with guys and gals just felt right where this guy felt all kinds of bad about having sex with guys but, at the same time, he rarely said no and admitted that he liked sucking dick and being fucked but, as I had learned, what made this bad was the guy we might be with. I would compare my feelings about being bisexual to the "main" gay dude in our group who was all about being a bottom and getting all the dick he could get but he also emotionally liked guys where, as far as I knew, I wasn't.

It would be decades later when I would realize that there were some guys I was very emotional with and before I had a real boyfriend. You live and learn and while so many of us believe that the past should stay in the past, being able to look back at my past lent itself to my being able to be totally comfortable being bisexual. While this guy got conscripted into sex with males and bisexuality because he was having sex with females (mostly his sisters), I... dove right into the deep end of the pool and with a lot of embarrassing gusto. He had to learn how to enjoy sex and I didn't so much; from that first time learning that my ding-dong could go inside of a girl, wow, man, did that ever feel weird but really good or what?

He busted his first nut being sucked by one of his brothers; I busted mine with my "girlfriend" and we both laughed over thinking that we were dying. We were so much alike but so very different in how we looked at sex and sexuality. His sisters made him eat their pussies; my sister invited me to because she wanted to know why I wasn't supposed to; one day, I asked her why she wanted me to eat her and she said that she felt that she could trust me more than other other guys trying to get into her panties. I suspected that our mother told her not to let a boy do that to her and like she'd told me to not let a girl put my penis into her mouth.

Oops. Too late, mom.

We'd had sex which, of course, what had brought us together but after we did, that's when he revealed how he became sexually experienced and I could do no less than to "come clean" as well. I found our similarities to be fascinating and since we were born a week a part - him a week after me - that we grew up in the exact same era, in the same city, but had very similar sexual beginnings told me a lot more about those early days of discovery and exploration of the sex thing I found to be terribly wonderful but adults at the time went out of our way to dissuade us from ever having sex until we were 21 - the legal age of adulthood at the time.

Because I was able to be "out and about" in the city before he was able to, I had learned that there were so many boys who wanted to have sex with boys and some of them also had similar beginnings to my own and the one "glaring" difference was those kids were... white. I had thought it was only us black kids but, duh, there was a white family with sons and a daughter who were all into the sex like we were but branching out in the city had taught me that sex was... everywhere. And there were more boys who wanted to have sex than girls.

Jesus... I got a lot of dick and gave a lot of it. If a guy - any guy - wanted to have sex with me, I never said no and even when, a few times, I realized late that I should have but as my mother taught, if you make a mistake, learn from it and I sure as hell did. The guy I ran into echoed these experiences but, again, was carrying so much guilt and shame and he wanted to know why I didn't and... I couldn't answer him except to say that I just didn't feel that way or, if I did, I "ignored" it or something.

While I grew up to be versatile, he grew up as a bottom; he wasn't gay but he felt that his role when having sex with a guy was to always be the girl and, as I would learn from what he told me, it was the role he got "conscripted" into and didn't really have a choice. When we'd had sex, we had sucked each other off and I fucked him; round two got going with more oral but this time, I wanted his dick in my ass and he said, "But I'm not supposed to do that!" Which got him telling me how the males he had sex with "made" him be the girl in everything and I would think that this was a big part of the guilt he carried. The other part was about how his sisters, who were older, used him for sex but not in a forceful way but since he knew that this wasn't supposed to happen, yeah, the guilt and shame of it laid heavily upon him.

When he asked if I'd felt the same about having sex with my sister, I told him that I didn't; the only thing I was afraid of was our mother catching us. I'd told him what my sister said one day when were fucking and over a big concern I had: As long as you don't get me pregnant, I don't see what the problem is. I told him that I realized that she was right and that the only difference between her and the other girls I was having sex with was... she was my sister. If she wasn't worried about it, then I shouldn't worry about it. I did but I felt no guilt about it.

I'd sat down one day and figured that between the ages of 8 and 18 - when I became a legal adult - I'd learned 80% of what I know about sex. Breaking it down, I learned 100% of what I know about sex with a guy. I saw that I experienced... rapid sexual growth, to coin a term. A girl taught me how to fuck her during my 8th birthday party; I sucked my first dick and "got fucked" when I was 9; I ate my first pussy - my sister's - at 10. At the time I was thinking about all of this, I could remember the exact dates of these events and did some "math" and realized that, by age number, all of this took two years to come to pass but, eh, it was more like 1.5 years and based upon when my birthday is.

But sticking with age as a "focal point," between 9 and 10... I had a lot of sex and most of it with boys and with girls a very close second and I recalled that in my neighborhood, there were more boys than girls but I felt the difference was plus or minus five given how many families either moved into the neighborhood or left it. When I saw that the day after my first dick experience had gave me a very bad case of "kid in a candy store," oh, my - I was so embarrassed! I wasn't the only one, mind you, but in today's terms I was a cock whore and a very easy slut for any guy with a dick, my age or older.

It's one thing to know what you did and another to own up to what you did. When I was "reviewing" all of this, one of the first things I noticed about how I felt about how I learned (a) about sex and (b) to be bisexual, I found that I had no shame about it. No guilt. No regrets. Even though I committed "every sin that could be committed" in those early days. I saw that I had little in the way of inhibitions or fears other than getting caught - but when I did get caught, it didn't change anything. Still, I saw that the "sex bug" had bitten me really hard and even though there was always "something in my head" telling me not to have sex with someone, it was so exciting and an early intellectual puzzle for me that "said" that to not do it, well, it didn't make sense and it was worth the risk of getting into trouble.

One of the reasons why I took such a in-depth look at my history and behaviors was running into a guy who had similar beginnings but the difference between the two of us was that he was wracked with guilt, regret, and remorse and... I wasn't. He, too, had had sex with his brothers and sisters; his first experience with dick was with an adult and while I'd gotten started at 8, his first pussy was at 9, followed by getting dick at 10 - minor differences, I'd say. Yet, we grew up in different parts of the city - me on the west side, him on the east side.

I had spent a couple of weeks talking to him and I understood how he felt and more so when I knew I should have felt the same way and it was funny because we both thought that maybe there was something wrong with us but while I had realized that there was nothing "wrong" with me in that sense, man, this guy was plagued by guilt and had mentioned that he had considered suicide for breaking all of God's rules and laws and said that he felt that this would be the only way to atone for his sins.

the next day i went to his house and he was just wearing a robe he open it up and said on your knees and suck me i got down and got him hard it was 8 inchs thick then he said get naked and lay across that padded table he tied me over the table ass up he smaked my bare ass 4 or 5 times before he started fucking my asshole he lubed my holee and started in i could feel my anus opening up it hurt a little then it got good i was working my ass and he was going balls deep after 20 minutes or so he filled my ass full and pulled out then i heard his door bell he laughed and said get ready for a nother big cock in that hot asshole of yours the guy was a big black man i knew who worked for ups he had a good 8 inchs and was thicker by the time he was done i was gaped like a whore after he left i said untie mehe said when i get done i will your ass is still mime bitch thats when he whipped my ass with a leather strap when he got done my ass was red and then he untied me and let me clean up but the i really enjoyed it but did not tell him at the time when i was leaving he said come over next week again if you want some more fun and i did go back 3 times after thatthen it was time to move on

after my wife passed away and i got fucked by a man i really liked to be fucked but i also liked to sub sometimeswe had done bdsm a lot the last 5 years she was alive and i was the sub so i did some bdsm with men and women my wifes uncle was talking to me one day at walmart and said come over to the house and lets have some fun i heard you bdsm with a man i said from who he said your cousin freddy you know i am discreet so why dont you come over tomorrow and let me have some fun with youso i said okay what time he said one okay and i said alright one and then we parted company like

He fucked me again; I couldn't compete with his stamina. And again. And again.

I was a spermy mess. My hole was sorer than it was yesterday but that was because it hadn't recovered from being fucked so much by him. Everyone called him a freak but now I knew how freaky he really was. The somewhat "sickening" feeling that I had created a monster with a monster-sized dick. Feeling some shame because I couldn't take any more of him and told him so.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"It's not your fault," I said. "Man, if some girl decides to give you some, she's going to be in for one hell of a surprise!"

He laughed. Then he said, "I think I like doing it like this more but I think I should find another guy who'd want to because I don't want to hurt you."

"I understand," I said. "It's okay."

It really was. I couldn't keep dealing with him like this. It wasn't that the sex, on the whole, was bad because it wasn't; but between the size of his dick and his freakish stamina, I just couldn't. Better someone else than me. I felt that we both understood this. It didn't affect our friendship but we both knew that this was going to be the last time we had sex.

"Maybe we could just blow each other?" he asked.

"That might work," I said. Yeah, I could deal with sucking his dick but not having him in my ass.

So that's how it was going to be going forward. He'd finally gotten some pussy; had the bad luck to have knocked the girl up the first time they fucked but I wasn't surprised because I knew how he could fuck, cum, and keep on fucking. We'd sucked each other off a couple of times. Then her father found out that she was pregnant, found out that Ronnie did it and... he killed Ronnie - so said the rumor. Some say he was shot, some say he got stabbed. The police had found his body down by the railroad tracks and rumor was that his dick had been cut off.

I just knew my friend was dead. Some said it was good that the freak was dead and I lost some more friends behind that one.

A damned shame...

Only time would tell. I'd given him my word that we could have sex tomorrow and I couldn't see myself not keeping my word although, being honest with myself, I was hoping that my mom would have me doing something so that I couldn't go over and have sex with him.

But I showed up "bright and early" and after his parents had gone to work. He was happy to see me.

"I didn't think you'd show up," he said.

"I told you I would," I said.

We got right to it. We sucked each other off; I needed to recharge but he didn't - he went from cumming in my mouth to sliding that big, fat, freakish dick in me. He was gentler this time. Fucked me long enough to bust two nuts in me. Incredible. Freakish.

He sucked me to get me hard and after slathering up with Vaseline this time, I eased my new erection into the tightness of his ass. I asked him if he wanted me to stop so he could adjust.

"Just do it," he said. "Put all of it in me! I can take it!"

No, he couldn't. My dick wasn't small and nowhere near his size but I took an amount of pride to hear him squealing and groaning and talking about how big my dick was. He was so tight that I was having a hard time holding my cum and told him about that.

"Go ahead and cream me," he said. I almost laughed to think that the reason why he said that was so I would get out of his ass more than him really wanted me to cum in him.

I came. When I was done, I was going to pull out but he said, "If you can stay in me, stay in me, okay?"

He was still so tight that I felt his ass pushing me out but I did my best to stay in him; it helped that he must've figured out that if he clenched his muscles, that would keep me in him. It worked and he kept doing it until I could feel myself getting hard again.

"Wow, that feels weird," he said. "Can you fuck me now?"

"I think so," I said. I started slowly because his butt was still trying to push me out but I'd gotten hard enough so it wasn't going to happen. It took me "a while" to cum in him again but I couldn't get over how... comfortable I felt fucking him. I came and pulled out and we talked for a while.

He's crying for some reason. My mind still feels detached from my body. I'd been fucked by a lot of my male friends and quite a few adults and none of them had ever fucked me like this or made me feel so... weird. He's apologizing to me but not all that sorry to stop what he was doing. A part of my mind kept reminding me that I'd wanted sex with him and this is what I get for suggesting that he have sex with a guy... and thinking that I felt sorry for the girl who would give him pussy for the first time.

He came. Again. Stayed in me and I thought, "Oh, no, not again - I can't take any more of this!" My whole body was hurting, some of it good, a lot not so good; I didn't like being screwed in the missionary position because it always made my hips hurt and like they were being dislocated.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you but it felt so good and I couldn't stop," he said. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," I groaned. "Um, you're kinda heavy."

"Oh!" he said and moved; I could feel his dick sliding out of me and it felt like... that time I was having stitches removed. Weird feeling. I heard his dick... pop out of me followed by... a breeze. I'd only felt that when certain adults had fucked me and never with a friend but, then again, none of the friends I had sex with had a dick like Ronnie's.

I sat up and the room spun for a moment; I managed to get to my feet because I had to go to the bathroom but when I stood up, whatever cum hadn't leaked out of me poured out of me, streaming down my thighs. I... didn't feel like I had to go now. Weird. I sat back down because my legs didn't want to hold me up and Ronnie's looking at me like he's a puppy that just got a beating.

"I'm okay and it's okay," I said. "I wanted to do this for you and, well, man, you really did it! I'm going to be walking funny."

We'd just sat there quietly for maybe five minutes. There was nothing for me to say but he was looking like he had something to say but I was okay with waiting for him to speak.

"Can... we do this again, like, maybe tomorrow?" he asked.

A part of me wanted to say no. He'd worn me out with that big, fat dick and amazing stamina. I did not want to go through that again... but how could I say no? What kind of friend would I be if I did?

"If we do it again tomorrow, um, do you think you can fuck me?" he asked. "I mean, it's fair, right?"

"Yeah, I think it is," I said. "We can do it tomorrow if you really want to." Somewhere inside of me, I knew I was going to regret saying this, well, my poor asshole was going to regret it. I'm sitting next to him and I can see his dick... "squirming" like it's a snake and I almost laughed to think that.

I finally had the strength to get to my feet so I could find my clothes and get dressed. He was looking at me like he wanted me to stay but I thought that if I did, that big, fat dick was going to wind up in my ass again. I said my goodbyes to him, renewed my promised to come over tomorrow so we could have sex again, and headed home and thinking about all that had happened. Was it a mistake? Did I do the wrong thing for the right reason? Was my ass going to be sore come tomorrow? Did I have what it took to deal with him again?