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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]At this point, y'all are probably thinking that I should be ashamed of myself and the fact of the matter is that sometimes I am but not so much because if being bisexual has taught me anything, it's taught me that a lot of the bullshit we hear about sex is just that: Bullshit. It's just up to everyone to decide how far they're gonna take things and it seems to me that bisexuals tend to push things right to the limit.

One night, our girlfriend's second oldest son comes in from a date with some girl... and he looks like someone stole his lunch money and I don't think that I've ever seen such a hang-dog look on a guy's face but I knew what that look meant - he was hoping to get laid and didn't. Poor guy - welcome to the world of being a legal adult!

I sat there watching him pacing the living room and because he kept walking in front of the TV and blocking my view, I asked him what was wrong just so I could get him to stop pacing. He stood there deep in thought before he asked me if he could ask me something and I said that he could; I'd been raising this guy since he was like 9 or so and had made it clear that he could come to me and ask anything, talk about anything and just like my own kids could do. He sits down, still thinking, and says, "I think there's something wrong with my dick."

Hmm. Sounds serious but I ask him what he thinks is wrong and the short version was that there had to be something wrong with his dick because girls wouldn't let him fuck them and, yup, I was right about why he came in looking like someone had killed his dog. I spent some time explaining this thing about girls, convinced him that, um, a girl couldn't think your dick was funky or something if she'd never seen it, and that, yeah, this is a problem we all face as men and something we just gotta learn to live with.

He nodded but said, "But, I'm always horny! I need to bust a nut!"

Of course, I reminded him that he had two hands and he said that he jerked off a lot (but I knew where all the toilet paper was disappearing to already) but it wasn't enough and he wanted to know if there was anything else he could do to get his rocks off on a more regular basis. The funny part about that was he didn't know what I knew, like, not only was he fucking my daughter (before she got married to her boyfriend but while she was still his girlfriend, the "cheating" hussy!) but he had been pressuring his younger brother for sex, something that got to the point where I had to step in and have very serious conversation about that. I had explained to him, truthfully, that it wasn't unusual for brothers to do each other but forcing his brother into it was not gonna be tolerated and if I heard that he was still forcing him into something, I was going to seriously kick his ass.

"So, what do you think you need to do about this?" I asked him.

"I dunno; right about now, I'd do anything!" he said. "Can I ask you something?"

I laughed and reminded him that he's been asking me stuff the whole time we were talking so go ahead and ask.

"Is it true that, um, you suck dick?" he asked.

Okay... didn't expect that one and I couldn't imagine how he heard that but, to me, it wasn't important how he heard it - but him asking was. I wasn't going to lie to him so I told him that, yeah, it was very true and at that point, I knew how this conversation was going to go - now it was just a matter of how he was gonna get to the point.

"Wow," he said with dinner plate eyes. "What's that like?"

I told him what it was like for me and all that good stuff while paying very close attention to him including that rather nice bulge that had appeared in his jeans. Wait for it... he's about to say it any second now.

"Um, if I wanted you to suck my dick, would you?" he finally asked.

"Well, do you think that would be right since, um, you know, I am very much involved with your mother?" I asked. Now it was about learning where his head was and I got a kick out of watching the wheels turning in his head.

"Um, you're like a father to me but you're not really my father," he said.

"True enough," I said. "But don't you think that if she should find out about it, ah, that could be very bad?"

"If she found out, yeah," he admitted. "But I need this; I need to do something - I can't take this any more!"

"Do you really understand what you're asking me?" I asked. "Because I don't think you do."[/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE=3][FONT=verdana]Even when I got to the point where I'd taken anal sex off the menu, I found myself passing on a lot of blow jobs; the uncut dicks were "everywhere" and I'd be disappointed and I'm sure I hurt a lot of guys' feelings along the way and that didn't make me feel good about myself. I dug into the "science" of uncircumcised cocks, saw God only knows how many pictures of them and fought my mind to not cringe when I saw and studied them. Logically and intelligently, I understood it, had a handle on the pros and cons of keeping one's foreskin and the controversy that was appearing about removing it that said it wasn't a medical necessity to remove it.

They still gave me the creeps, though. When it became possible to solicit cock on-line, a lot of guys were asking if one was cut or uncut and for me, if they were uncut, major deal breaker... and I felt so utterly stupid about it and given how much I loved to suck dick, often angry that I couldn't get this monkey off my back.

When I was 50, I got to talking to this guy online and we were both very eager to suck some dick; we figured out that we were, indeed, close to each other, we both had the time for it, so I told him to come on over because I was starving to suck some dick. The guy shows up (five minutes late) and we sit and talk for a few seconds before my hunger got the best of me; when he asked, "Well?" I said, "Give it to me!"

I watched him with very hungry eyes as he got out of his clothes and I was so "desperate" to suck his dick that I don't even remember stripping down until I heard him say, "Yeah... that's what I'm talking about!" and looked at him looking at my erection. He stepped out of his underwear... and, fuck... he wasn't cut! Damn it to hell! In my haste to get his dick in my mouth, I neglected to ask if he was cut or not! In the space of the two or three seconds it took me to walk from where I was standing to where he was sitting, a major fucking war was going on in my head: My need to suck this dick versus my stupid aversion versus my personal honor; I gave him my word that I was gonna suck him off and honor demanded that I do just that even though he had foreskin.

I knelt before him and the memory of what that one lady told me - peel him like a banana - popped into my head; I wrapped my hand around him and pulled his foreskin away from his knob... and got to sucking on him, feeling my aversion screaming bloody murder inside my head and then screaming even louder when I released him so that his foreskin went back to where it was supposed to be... and I kept right on sucking. Truthfully, I went batshit crazy on him, attacking his neck, ears, and his nipples; he was a big guy with hints of man-boobs and good-sized nipples and I went to town on them.

Later, he'd tell me that when I started sucking his nipples, he almost came.

I went back to sucking him, taking him deep, even sucking on all that "excess" skin he had until he blew his load for me and The Beast inside me was roaring with pleasure to have all of his dick in my mouth and feeling it pumping away as I drank down his spunk.

As we traded places, I was wondering why I had hated uncut dicks so much... and even today, I don't have an answer to that. He went down on me until I busted and, normally, I guess, that would have been that but I had stood up, pushed him hard enough to make him sit down, and went back to sucking his uncut dick. Oh, he protested a little but his foreskin spared him that very irritating sensation I'm sure you guys know about after you've busted. I did my best to suck the black right off of his dick until he gave up another load.

I'd gotten over my aversion... but I still think an uncut dick is damned ugly to look at.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I can't begin to tell you how many dicks I've sucked in my life to date. As early as 1975, I realized that I had lost count of the number of men who've shot their loads into my mouth and it was about one hundred at that time. I wouldn't say that I'm a cock whore or a cum slut but, yeah, I do love sucking cock and while I have turned down a lot of offers over the decades, I accepted a shit-load more of them, sometimes to my great delight and pleasure and sometimes kicking my own ass about making what turned out to be a poor decision.

Here's the oddity: Of all the cocks I've sucked, I've only sucked [B]one uncut cock[/B]! Yes, one. How is that possible? Well, let me tell you...

Without any offense to any uncut guy reading this, I always thought that dicks with foreskin were just flat-out ugly to look at and, equally odd, the ten of us who regularly did each other were all cut but as my "sexual rampage" extended farther into the neighborhood at large, I started running into guys with foreskin... lots of foreskin. We'd get onto the subject of doing it, I'd get very excited and sometimes start drooling to think about having yet another dick in my mouth; the guy would present his ding dong for sucking and - ew! Foreskin! Ugh!

So instead of sucking the guy off, I opted to be fucked and believe me, I wouldn't even touch a cock that wasn't cut. As I got older and realized that, okay, some guys were "allowed" to keep their foreskin (and we're born with it), I understood how silly I was being about it but every time I tried to conquer this aversion, nope, couldn't do it and it didn't make a difference to me that a lot of those guys, when they got hard, their foreskin would retract and expose lovely cock knobs.

I'd talk to girls/women about uncut cocks; some of them didn't mind them, some kinda/sorta liked them, but a lot of them were just as weirded out about it as I was but they'd tell me to just slide the extra skin out of the way - "Peel it like a banana!" one lady told me - and go for what I know and this very helpful information made lots of sense... but, damn it, I still had to see it and, yuck, nope, not putting my mouth on it but you can stick it in my ass even if I wasn't in the mood to be fucked, figuring that if it's in my ass, I can't see it.

Yeah, I know - kinda cray-cray and the worst part is that I knew it was cray-cray and I didn't like it one bit that uncut dicks bothered me so much on top of not being able to get rid of this aversion.[/SIZE][/FONT]

My wife and I hosted our weekly 3some last night, had a great time and afterward we laid there exhausted and talking about what our weirdest fantasies are. I have often thought that if i was a women i would be a total whore, she laughed and said you already are a whore and i said no if i had a pussy i would have cock in it all the time. She said she wouldn't want to be a man as she absolutely loves getting laid.

I for one love both pussy and cock, that said i get really jealous seeing my buddy ramming his cock into her pussy, wishing i could feel a stiff cock ramming me. Anal is awesome but i often wonder how a women feels getting her pussy stuffed.

How many others are in the same boat feeling they would be a whore.

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]The next several months was a whirlwind of sex with him but I expected that. During one such session, god, I wanted his big, thick dick in me badly but when I went to ride him, fuck, he couldn't stay hard; disappointing but, okay, it is what it is but what bothered me more was that after years of not wanting anything to do with anal, yeah, I wanted him to fuck me.

The next shock: My daughter wanted to watch us suck each other. Yeah, I know what you're thinking because I thought the same thing myself even though she clearly stated that she wanted to see what it was about us sucking on each other that he was now so head over heels about. So after making it clear that no funny stuff better not happen, she got to see us go at each other and it was fucking weird to know she was sitting right next to us as we sucked each other off.

I guess it was a few weeks later when he showed up with their girlfriend in tow; apparently, my daughter and he had decided to duplicate the kind of relationship I was now up to my eyeballs in and sharing a lover... and a lover who also wanted to see us blowing each other and, oh, yeah, she also wanted both of us to fuck her. Having her watching didn't bother me as much as having my daughter watching - that was still fucking with me - but between the two of us, we pretty much wrecked that poor girl. After the dust had settled, she said that she understood why we liked to blow each other and that she had one hell of a good time taking on two guys at the same time and hoped to do it again and soon. Even my daughter was happy that their girlfriend was more than pleased with me although I really couldn't figure out why and since I didn't really want to know, I didn't ask.

I was used to being on the cutting edge of sex... but this? Very, very weird but still satisfying and I found myself once more rethinking everything I thought I knew about love, sex, and relationships. I was just very damned happy that those two crazy-assed kids didn't suggest that they and their girlfriend get with me so the four of us could have sex together. I would have rejected that suggestion but I'll admit that it excited me just as much as it bothered the shit out of me - there are still some lines that should never, ever be crossed.

And life went on but took another strange turn of events that's noteworthy...[/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE=3][FONT=verdana]My daughter and son-in-law arrives, we get settled, and I ask, "Okay, what's going on?" They're looking just a little nervous and tentative as they kept looking at each other before my daughter finally says, "He wants to know what it's like to sleep with a guy... and wants to find out with you."

Huh? What? My brain is in overdrive but I hear myself saying, "Why?"

She replied, "He trusts you and I trust you, too."

This is different and an understatement. He's my son-in-law and I'm trying to figure out if there's some "taboo" involved here and more so since I'd never heard of such a thing happening to anyone before. I'm still working on this in my head while questioning him about this, pointing out this and that, and even questioning whether this is "right" or not. It didn't really surprise me when he said that he had mentioned to my daughter that he wanted to experience this although it kinda surprised me that she told him that I was bisexual but, then again, it really didn't because I knew she was bisexual as well because we had talked about it.

Moment of truth time for both of us and I'll admit to backpedaling a little on this by saying that he should really think about this some more and if he decides that having this experience with me is the only way he's gonna get the answers he's looking for, okay, we'll do it. I'll even admit that I had it in my head that once I ran it down like that, he'd change his mind. He said that he'll think about it but for now, they were going back home and i said fine - let me know what you finally decide.

And I was still working this out in my head, wondering if I'd be crossing a line that shouldn't be crossed... but being very aware that, um, I've crossed a lot of lines that weren't supposed to be crossed - but I wasn't worried because I knew he'd call me and tell me, "Never mind - thanks anyway."

Instead, he calls me about ten minutes later and says, "I'm on my way back - let's do this!"

Oh, fuck me. What do I do now? Even as I ran to the bathroom to do a quick wash-up, I reconciled that I'd given my word about it and honor, if nothing else, demands that I keep it because if a man's word means nothing, what does that say about him? I hear him knocking on the door, my mind is still thrashing away over the whole thing and while I'm more than a bit nervous, I'm not as nervous as he appears to be.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked.

"More than I've been about anything," he said. "So...?"

"Come on," I said and led him to the bedroom. We get undressed and, okay, now I see for myself why my daughter loves him so much because his cock really is as huge as she said it was! Nothing I couldn't handle - I'd had bigger and just as big... but this was still outside of my experiences. We climbed into the bed, I got situated between his legs and started sucking his cock into full hardness. During our talk, I had pointed out to him that if we did this, that didn't mean he had to return the favor but, yeah, I was a little surprised when he used his hands to rearrange us so he could suck my cock as I sucked his... and damn, he was doing a number on me. One of the things he had told me was that my daughter couldn't get him to cum like that so to keep my mind off of busting my nuts wide open (and maybe too soon), I focused on getting him to cum, bringing decades of cock sucking experience to bear on his huge dick and sure enough and, I think, to his surprise, he came and brought quite a load.

Seconds later, I came; I heard him gag a little and looked to see if he was okay; he was but said, "Sorry - I wasn't prepared for the taste but it's not bad!" Kinda stupidly, I asked him if he had told me the truth about not having ever sucked a dick before and he said that he hadn't lied to me and I told him that for a first-timer, he was very good at it.

As we got dressed and he prepared to leave, he said, "This won't be the last time we do this."

All I said was, "Okay." My god... what have I gotten myself into now?[/FONT][/SIZE]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]The way I looked at the guy part of my sexuality had drastically changed where fucking and being fucked went but that didn't stop me from continuing to suck all the cock I could get my mouth on. While I was dealing with this change, I was still getting hit on a lot, often in unexpected directions, and the number of younger guys looking for someone to show them around a dick were increasing and by younger, I mean anyone that was more than five years younger than I was. I turned down a lot of those guys because they weren't legally old enough to consent to sex which was 16 at this point in time but the law was such that if a guy was 16 - but you were ten years older, well, you could find yourself explaining that to a judge if problems arose. I knew it... but I could see evidence of a lot of guys my age doing much younger guys and with the thought in mind that it ain't illegal unless you get caught.

And no one really did. A guy stood a better chance of getting busted getting under-aged pussy than they did under-aged cock and ass and I didn't pretend to understand that. It continued to amaze me how guys looking for dick would just gravitate to me so while I was working on why anal sex had lost its appeal, I was still trying to figure out what it was about me that told other men that if they wanted their dick sucked and their balls emptied, I was the guy to do just that. It vexed me big time but, again, didn't stop me from doing more than my fair share of cock sucking since I'd learned long ago that it was my favorite thing to do with another guy.

Sometimes I'd be more of a giver than a receiver; if the guy wanted to return the favor, I wouldn't object to it but if he didn't, that was fine because my mind somehow latched on to how good it felt to suck a guy's dick and no matter how long it took for him to fill my mouth with cum. But even that had changed a little; where I would swallow every time, sometimes I'd use my hand to get him off because either I found that his sperm would taste nasty or, um, I just wanted to watch him shoot his load or, rarely, it was the fastest way to get him off rather than to spend a whole lot of time sucking on a dick that, when I started doing it, had me thinking that doing this wasn't the best idea I had at that moment or, "Why did I think this was a good idea?"

A lot of M2M sex never happened because I steadfastly refused to fuck or be fucked and some guys weren't happy or willing to settle for a good sucking of their dick. I spent a lot of time wondering if I'd made a mistake by taking anal sex off the menu and more so when I was also finding that there were a lot of times I'd want to be fucked or I'd run into a guy who would be, in today's terms, a bottom and he was expecting me to fill his ass with cock and cum. But the jury was still out on that one and like I said, it would take me many more years before I got my head around this.

Still, there was plenty of cock to be sucked and, today, I sometimes feel embarrassed to put a number to the cocks I've sucked and I'm talking triple-digit numbers of dicks I've had in my mouth. One day, after I'd got done sucking the third different dick of the day, I found myself almost laughing hysterically over the thought of how many unborn children I'd swallowed over the years but, importantly, I was learning a hell of a lot about guys who liked sex with men and no matter if they were gay or bi and driving home a thought I had that you really don't get to understand what men put women through for sex until you have sex with a man.

One day, I got a phone call from my daughter, who wanted to know if I was gonna be at home for a while because she needed to talk to me about something and was bringing her husband along. She wouldn't say what the topic was but I told her I'd be there so come on over.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE=3][FONT=verdana]Once I got fully into his ass, I gave him the same courtesy he gave me and fucked him slowly and as gently as I could but as I did so, I noticed that, holy shit, this dude's dick was getting hard again! How was this even possible? My mind was totally blown but it occurred to me that given how I was fucking him and how long his cock was, hmm, if I bent over just the right way, I could suck his dick while fucking him![/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]I think he was surprised and while it was kind of awkward to coordinate sucking and fucking him, we both made it work and, good lord, he came again... and it shot out of my nose again! Fuck! How can a motherfucker not only unload so much cum but keep doing it with such force... and it was just dumb luck he was doing it while I was breathing in.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]Oh, well. I finally got around to busting a nut in him and I couldn't get over how much he squealed and moaned and so very unlike the guy who, not all that long ago, was expertly fucking my ass with 13" inches of dick and was coolly in control of what he was doing. We eventually got our shit together and got cleaned up and dressed; he thanked me profusely for some of the best sex he'd ever had with another guy and I found myself echoing that. After he'd left, I found myself sitting and thinking about what I'd just experienced and the fact that despite everything that went down, I was now very unsure that I actually enjoyed it.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]Okay. I not only sucked 13" of dick, I even managed to deep throat the guy albeit not for very long but, damn it, I did do it! Not only that, I had those same 13" all the way in my ass, his balls resting heavily on my butt cheeks and it wasn't as painful or as uncomfortable as I had thought it would be. Hell, I even fucked this guy and sucked his very big dick at the same fucking time![/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]So why didn't I feel on top of the world about it? It led to me vowing to never be fucked again and I spent a lot of years trying to figure out why I felt that way about it and I mean I just figured it out last year or so. That guy and his stupidly long dick had pushed me way past my limits, deep into unknown territory and in a lot of ways and to the point that where I should have been deliriously happy about what happened that night, it soured me on being fucked and, worse, it really wasn't anything that he did - that was all me and in my head. I look back at that fateful night, examining every moment of it... and deep down inside, it still scares me even though I obviously survived it. This doesn't really explain where my head was and I don't think I will ever understand it or be able to explain it except to say that it took me a very long time before I let another guy slide his cock into my ass and, yeah, I did enjoy it very much, too.

But that's another story for another time...[/FONT][/SIZE]