When I was in my teens , in the 70's, I was as horny as any other male teen. I would jerk off to my older brother's porn magazines (some of them were hardcore). It was the hardcore mags that got me curious about having sex with men. Seeing women having sex got me instantly hard and me having sex with the single mother of two who lived next door helped to solidify my interest in women, but looking at the stiff cocks and the women getting fucked in their pussy and ass got me wondering what it would be like to get fucked and to suck a cock. Once in a while i would fake being sick so I could stay home from school. After everyone was gone I would dress in my mothers bra, panties, stockings and wig and jerk off! After graduating from high school I spent four years in the army. During my time in the army I fucked a few women but didn't get into any serious relationships. With less than a year to go on my enlistment I would sometimes go to the local drive-in. They had three screens that were back to back in a triangle and you would drive around the perimeter until you got to the screen you wanted. One screen would sometimes have an x-rated movie showing. This one time the sign said the movie featured Sulka. I figured that Sulka must be someone special for her to be featured like that. I bought my ticket, drove to the appropriate screen, pulled out my dick and waited for Sulka to do her thing. When she appeared I figured that it was her by the kind of Asian facial features. She had a beautiful voluptuous body! Big tits, curvy body, ample ass and a big cock. I was not expecting the cock! I was mesmerized watching her! I shot my load three time while watching that movie! I was soon out of the army and I moved back in with my parents until I got a job and saved enough money to get a place of my own. I would go to the local adult bookstore and go into the viewing booths to watch porn and jerk off. Sometimes it would be straight porn and other times it would be "tranny" or "shemale" porn as it was known as at that time. Most times while leaving the ABS I would look across the street at the lingere store and wonder what kind of good stuff they had in there. One night I went into the lingere store. I was the only customer at that time and I was greeted by a very pretty blonde woman named "Mandy". (not her real name) She was dressed in a white blouse, tan knee length skirt with pantyhose or stockings and white high heels. She asked me what I was interested in and I told her that I was more curious than anything. She smiled and said that she appreciated my honesty because most men that come in alone are simply curious but say that they are looking for something to get their girlfriend or wife. I told her that I was unattached and her smile got a little wider. Mandy showed me the few things that they had for men. I decided to try on a pair of blue satin bikini briefs. As she was leading me to the dressing room she told me that the women's version were pink and that was the only difference. I stripped down and put on the underwear and they felt so good that I quickly had a raging hard-on. Mandy was just outside of the dressing room door telling me to "come on out so I can see how they look". I opened the door and stepped out. She told me to spin around and I did. She looked down at my crotch and said "they must feel really good". I know my face had to be red (I get embarrassed easily) and I said "yeah, they REALLY do". I got dressed, paid for the item and went home. When I got home it was a good thing that I looked at the receipt before throwing it away. Mandy wrote her name and phone number on it. I called her the next morning. Mandy didn't have to work that night but I did. I told her that I worked from four until midnight as security at a local factory. I wanted to meet before I went to work but she had lots of errands to run. We agreed to meet at an all night diner near my job. I pulled into the parking lot and got out of my car and when she saw me she exited hers. She surprised me with a hug and kiss and we entered the diner. We were shown to a table in the corner by ourselves. I sat in the booth and she slid in next to me instead of across the table from me. Mandy looked great! She wore her hair up, a light blue blouse, a black skirt that was just above mid thigh, black stockings and heels. She asked about my day and I told her. I asked about hers and she told me about her errands then started talking about er job. She mentioned a man that would come in and purchase women's lingere for himself. She asked me what I thought about that. I think I surprised her when I said that could be sexy as hell if it was done the right way. She asked me what I meant and I told her that his hair should be styled like a woman or wear a wig, no facial hair, make up done tastefully, good taste in clothes and removal of body hair. Mandy looked around to make sure nobody could see and she took my hand and placed it in her thigh. she then pushed it up higher until my hand rested on her erect penis! She then asked me "What do you think of that"? I looked into her beautiful brown eyes, said "That is beautiful" and kissed her. I paid the check and we left. In the parking lot she asked "your place or mine"? I explained my situation and soon followed her to her place. We got in her apartment and our clothes flew off! Up to that day I never had any sex with a man. Now here I was; kissing, stroking, sucking, licking and fucking with a full time crossdresser! I swallowed my first load of cum! She was the first person to lick and suck on my nipples. When she was clothed she looked completely female. When she was naked she looked like a flat chested woman with a penis. She even had a woman's voice. I found out later that she was nine years older than me and she started dressing shortly after high school. I asked her if she was taking hormones and she said no. Mandy explained that the guys she knew that were transitioning to female that were taking hormones either couldn't attain an erection or had difficulty getting it up. She liked her hard cock too much to give it up! On the third occasion that we got together(at my new apartment) we had finished another round of mind blowing sex when I asked her if she wanted to fuck me. She explained that she was a bottom and that she was perfectly happy just getting fucked. She did start fingering my ass when giving me a blowjob though. One day when we were both off work I was at Mandy's place and I was rubbing her thigh and I said that I liked that feel of her stockings. Mandy lead me into the bathroom where we took a shower. She kept her razor and shaving cream on a shelf in the shower. She shaved me from the neck down. We then dried off and she had me sit at her make-up table. She applied make-up and put a wig on me. She was maybe an inch shorter than me and our bodies were similar so her clothes fit me. My cock really got hard when I pulled the stockings on my freshly shaved legs! Mandy then proceeded to phone a friend of hers and invited that friend over for a threesome. I thought her friend was going to be another crossdresser but it was a regular man. Mandy introduced us and she started french kissing him. I got hard again watching them and she pulled "Joe" over to me. Mandy started french kissing me when I felt two hands on my ass, one was Mandy's and one was Joe's. I had never kissed a regular guy before but when I turned my head to look at Joe he dove right in. Mandy stepped back and watched us kissing and groping each other. I dropped to my knees and as I was pulling his pants down I was thinking that Mandy set this up so I could get fucked. I pulled his pants and underwear down together and was greeted with the biggest cock i had ever seen in my life! Mandy knelt down beside me and asked if I wanted that cock in my ass. I told her that I didn't want one that big to be my first. We both worked on his cock orally until Mandy had me lay down and she got on top of me in a 69 and we sucked each other while Joe fucked her! Mandy and I slowly drifted apart. Joe moved in with her full time. They would call and invite me over for a threesome from time to time and I always went. I eventually hooked up with a man on an AOL chatroom and he fucked me for the first time! Thanks to Sulka and Mandy I was able to get over any misgivings I had about engaging in sex with men!
[COLOR=#000000][B]Fayetteville mall near Ft. Bragg, NC[/B][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000] [/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000]When I was stationed some 30 years ago in Fort Bragg are used to go to the nearby mall. Not really to Cruz but just walking around, but I soon found out then it was a cruising place. After going there a few times and seeing some cocks in the bathroom I noticed one guy while I people watched would go to the bathroom several times over a few hours. He was a very cute guy about 18 kinda tall and decent build. Through watching I found out he worked at the candy kiosk in the middle... so over the next few visits I would look for him and go buy something and started talking some since I always went when it was not busy. So I also started to go to the restroom in hopes of finding him there and I did a couple times washing his hands before he left... [/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000] [/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000]Then the day came that he was watching me I went into the restroom and someone came in shortly after. There was a small hole just the right place that you could see movement through and the guy went into the next stall. I saw movements and shadows so looking I could see him jerking his cock! Few mins past and a note came under the stall, it said come and get some candy![/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000] [/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000]He left and soon after I did and went to get some candy... so he knew me and I knew him... little goofy comments about what’s the best hard candy to suck on LOL! It was getting towards closing time so I asked what he was doing after work he said nothing... so I said you want to grab a soda or something he said “yeah sure”. He said he would let his ride know not to come pick him up right a way. I said well what area you live in he told me and I said well that’s on my way home and I could drop him off. He said ok great and he met me in the parking lot about 10 mins later.[/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000] [/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000]He gets in the car and I said so where to? He said let run through the drive thru for some sodas. We her our sodas and he directs me to a place he knows close by the is dark and quiet. I park and turn the car off leaving the radio on low. We talk a little and then I suggest we get in the back seat. We do and just start rubbing each other through our clothes... I undue my pants and he does dropping the pant to our knees both of our cocks nice and hard. Mutually stroking each other and then he leans over and takes the tip of my cock into his mouth and starts to suck me.... he was really doing go good felt amazing but I wanted some of his cock too so when he took a break I had him lean back and let me work on his young hard cock.[/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000] [/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000]We took turns back and forth sucking each other in the back of the car... while he was sucking me I was getting close and told him and he went even more intense telling me he wanted me to cum in his mouth... I soon started to explode the feeling was amazing feeling my cock deep down his throat as he swallowed my big thick hot load! Right after he finished I went down on him he was pre cumming so much and tasted so good! Was only about a minute of sucking him and he shot his load in my mouth, it was not a huge load but was tasty! We chilled a bit and then I went to take him home. He had me drop him off at the opening of his community and told be to come by his work again soon.[/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000] [/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000]I stopped by a few time just to say hi and plan something and about a week later I had my place free so I stopped and told him and he said he could come over that afternoon. He came over about an hour later a little small talk and went to my room immediately we stripped down and got on the bed... we got into 69 that was so hot! I asked him if he was into anal and he said he never did it but didn’t think he would want fucked but could try fucking me if I wanted.... well I was all game for that... I grabbed a condom and some lube.... started out doggie and it didn’t take too long before he was balls deep inside me... it felt really good and then modified position so I was laying face down as he gave me long deep strokes of his young cock.... he was getting close so we switched it up and I had him lay back and mounted the young strapping lad.... I rode his cock to my pleasure for what must of been 20 minutes. I picked up the pace grinding my ass on his cock making it hit the right spot until I exploded all over his face and chest! My ass clamping his cock made him cum and I could feel his pulsing cock shooting his cum... [/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000] [/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000]We collapsed and chilled then got up to shower... we sucked each other off before he left and had plans the meet up the next week....[/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000] [/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000]Now for a wild bit... everyday I use to play racquetball with a group... one day I walk in to play and here is the guy... it was Billy the guy from the candy Kiosk! I was like wtf! Turns out that Billy was my boss’s kid...[/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000]We hooked up a few more times after that but it was a little awkward at times...[/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000] [/COLOR]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Those early years made me into the bisexual I am today. Not just all of the sex but being able to come in contact with so many men and women who were just like me, not just here but in the many other places I was able to travel to around the world. It's quite interesting to find yourself engaged in a 69 with a Japanese guy... and neither of you speak each other's language well or at all. When I was in the service, we went to Osaka for some exercise or something and I'd been walking around and taking in the sights as pretty much eating everything I could find to eat. I'd gone to a noodle place one of the guys on base told me about and as I sat there slurping noodles and acting like a tourist, this very unassuming Japanese guy sat next to me at the counter and ordered something; he had looked my way and kinda bowed and I had as well; years of studying judo had indoctrinated me in things Japanese. We're both slurping away and looking at each other and even laughing when he turned to me, pointed at himself, pointed at me, and gave what I'd call the universal sign for a blow job! Wait, what? They knew about that over here? I repeated the sign and he just nodded so I nodded as well. He said something I didn't understand to the counter man - which turned out to be asking for his check and mine - paid both bills, gave me another close look and nodded; I took that to mean he was asking me if I was sure I wanted to do this so I nodded. He gave another universal sign - a nod of his head that meant, "Follow me." I was worried about winding up in a part of town I didn't know anything about but we only went like a couple of blocks. I followed him into the Japanese equivalent of an apartment building - and if you've never been to Japan, you probably wouldn't believe how small everything is compared to things here at home. Once inside (and, yes, I knew to take off my shoes), we kinda looked at each other for a moment; he pointed to my crotch and I just "knew" what that meant so I unfastened my pants and stepped out of them. His face lit up with a smile I won't forget then got out of his pants and waved for me to follow him to his bedroom and once inside, I learned that I didn't have to speak Japanese - and he didn't have to speak English - for us to spend some time sucking each other off until we'd worn each other out. Got cleaned up and redressed and I was ready to head back to the base. We looked at each other and we both bowed and he even shook my hand (didn't know they did that here) and I was on my way back and completely culture-shocked again. We were culturally different as night and day... but we did speak a similar language that didn't need to be spoken. Oh, and no - Japanese spunk doesn't taste like fish; his sperm had a nice, clean and even sweet taste to it. The lessons never stopped and I continue to learn a lot of stuff about being male and bisexual because as I had also learned, just when you think you've got it down pat, that's when you find out that you don't and there's something else to be learned and understood. I have zero regrets about any of it because if there was one thing I really learned, it's that being bisexual is just as normal as being straight or gay is - and a lot more fun.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]By the time I turned 16, I was quite the old hand at this and the things I was learning - had learned - were priceless. I've written before that after my first experience, I asked myself a question: How could something so bad feel so good? I had to find the answer and I have spent every moment of my life finding the answers - because, as it turned out, "because it's supposed to feel good" wasn't enough of an answer. My experiences were piling up even though the rampant homophobia was very much alive and well. I knew about gay guys and had a lot of sex with them... but never questioned my own sexuality until I was 19 and, again, as I've written, asking myself if I was gay - and after I'd just got finished screwing the daylights out of my wife - was the dumbest thing I've ever done and more so when, after asking that question, I spent almost two years thinking about being gay before realizing that, um, hey, dummy - you're obviously not gay if you're still having sex with women. I guess at some point that a guy just has to ask himself that question when having dick on the brain occupies one's thoughts as much as having pussy on the brain tends to do. For me, having as much sex as I was having wasn't as important as the other things I was learning about sex and how our bodies work like finding out that dicks really don't have any bones in them - but we call getting hard a boner. I'd found that by asking that first question, it just kept opening doors that had even more answers hidden behind them and things that a lot of people probably didn't think about. Someone would ask me a sex-related question and chances were I knew the answer. Yep... at one point, a lot of people were winding up with the clap; sometimes, when walking around the neighborhood, I'd pass the free clinic and see very long lines of people waiting to get inside and get treated and I wanted to make double-damned sure that I'd never find myself standing in line to get that shot in the butt I was hearing a lot of people talking about. It didn't stop me from having sex... it just made me more careful about who I'd want to have sex with. Then HIV/AIDS arrived... and it was killing people right and left in those early days. You'd think that guys screwing each other would grind to a halt... and it really didn't; if nothing else, it made guys like me even more careful and as I had done when the clap was burning people right and left, I went through the trouble to learn about the symptoms and causes; I'd learn what to look for in a person and if they looked suspect, we weren't doing anything.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Leaving the neighborhood showed and proved to me that it just wasn't me and my male friends who were up to their eyeballs doing it to each other and I admit to being shocked and surprised to find so many other guys who'd ask, "Hey... have you ever done it with another boy?" Oh, you bet I have! In this, I will once again state that I'm colorblind; I wasn't raised to be racially prejudiced. Having said that, I was totally blown away - and, often, literally so - by the many white guys I'd meet and were so eager to do it with me that it often put the stuff my neighborhood friends and I would do look like we weren't even interested in doing it. It seemed to me that their favorite "ice breaker" - and if they didn't just come out and ask The Question - was playing Show Me... and I could usually tell when a white kid wanted to play although I really can't explain why or how I knew except to say it was always a feeling. Once, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours!" came out, it didn't take very long for us to go from looking and touching to sucking and many of my white friends just weren't afraid to say, "Stick it in me and do it to me!" nor were they all that weird about sticking it in me. Shit... I thought I liked doing it with boys... but my white friends? I had more fun doing it with them; they were just so utterly shameless about it. Some of them weren't shooting da jizz when I met them... but I was and they thought it was the coolest thing ever. This one guy, wow; we'd gone off to one of his secret places to do it to each other and he started by sucking my dick and when I shot my stuff, it was like he lost his mind! I never got to do anything to him... because he kept sucking my dick and making me shoot until my dick just wouldn't get hard again... and I had to make him stop trying to get me hard again. Still, I was culture-shocked at how many white guys I'd meet who wanted to do it; sometimes it would be due to the fact that none of the guys they hung around with regularly didn't want to or, sometimes, they didn't really have any friends; they knew each other, of course, but that was the size of it. Many would often tell me that they'd been waiting for a long time for a guy to come along so they could do it and, yeah, sometimes, because I was Black, that was their Christmas, so to speak or for those already with experience, the cherry on top. They'd often be shocked that a Black guy liked to do it with boys and girls and I couldn't and didn't blame them since even I knew that everyone said that Black people were homophobic... and whatever that meant. In this, I learned something really important: Us horny-assed kids just didn't give a fuck about the shit adults would be losing their minds over where race was concerned. We were different in that sense but we had something in common and one important thing: We loved doing it with other boys and girls. Adult can be so dumb![/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]We played House with the girls and especially with the ones who were game to do the things mommies and daddies did... and thought we didn't know they were doing. Amongst the guys, playing Doctor was so much fun! I think we all found out about the same time that when a real doctor cupped our nuts and told us to cough, well, hmm, the hand on our nuts felt pretty good. Sure, the doctor was checking to see if we had a hernia and that both of the boys had dropped down where they were supposed to be but it was hard to be examined by the doctor and not get a bad case of the giggles or be embarrassed should our dick get hard... that happened to me a lot and the doctor said not to be embarrassed and it was a good thing. Yep... sure was especially when us "doctors" would get to the "Lemme take your temperature!" part of the "exam" which could happen orally, rectally, and sometimes both since the "doctor" was never really sure if the "patient" had a temperature or not... and it would take a while and often had to be repeated several times if, by chance, there was more than one "doctor" present. And don't get me started on playing Hide and Seek! Lemme put it this way: If there were some of the gang who couldn't be found, we knew what they were doing and that they didn't want to be found and, besides, since we all knew the neighborhood like the backs of our hands, we probably knew where they were anyway. We started moving away from playing those games in order to have sex... to just doing it. I felt, in later years, that our "group mind" figured out that it was silly to play games to cover up what we really wanted to do and would usually wind up doing. As I've written before, we used to sit around on the days we weren't in school and go through the list of things we could do - and we often agreed on some stuff and would do them... but most of the time, I think our "group mind" figured out that we were just delaying the inevitable; we'd really want to sneak off somewhere and spend our outside time sucking and fucking but I think we felt "better" about it after going through the list and there was really nothing we could agree on... but we could agree to have sex. We eventually got away from that, too. Go outside, run into one of the guys and it usually didn't take long for one of us to say, "Hey, let's go someplace and do it, okay?" Sure, let's! But, we'd often kid ourselves by acting like we didn't want to. "Do you wanna do it?" "Do you?" "I do if you want to!" "Well, if you want to, it's okay with me!" Kids, right? We'd take chances doing it like during sleepovers; I think about those days and knock on a lot of wood because I've only been caught at it once... but there were a shitload of near misses. We thought we were being slick and sneaky about it but, later on in life, yeah, probably not so slick and sneaky as we thought we were being; I think parents either suspected or knew what we were doing with each other and there was some kind of "rule" that said as long as they didn't catch us, nothing was going on. You'd think it would have taught us to be more careful and, well, it kinda didn't - it actually made doing it even more thrilling and fun even though we all knew what would happen if we did get caught.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I write a lot about those early and formative years of my life as a bisexual male because growing up with it isn't quite the same as finding out about it somewhere down the road although I suppose that had I not been an "early adopter," I probably would have eventually wound up having sex with guys. I just don't know what it's really like to not have sex with guys. From the very first moment, it consumed me; I couldn't get enough of it; it was so terribly exciting for a guy - or more than one - and myself to get together wherever we could, get our dicks out, and have a field day sucking and fucking each other. So very naughty; probably the one thing that I - and the others - realized that would get us into the most trouble and painfully so. Having sex with girls, well, in today's terms, it was da shit and more so once I learned about eating pussy and while girls were understandably funny about giving it up to us guys, yeah... I had an advantage few of my peers had! My kid logic suggested that if I could suck a dick and it would be wonderful and heavenly, kissing and licking a girl's "kitty" couldn't be that bad... and it wasn't. Still, with girls being very leery of getting their cherry popped and getting into trouble - read this as getting pregnant - while other guys would futility chase girls and come away empty handed - and with blue balls - guys like me knew for a fact that if a girl didn't want to do it, there would always be a guy who'd want to. I can't begin to explain the impact it had on me, to pretty much get tossed into the world of sex and from both sides of the coin. Better than waking up on Christmas morning and finding a load of toys and stuff under the tree. While a lot of my peers obeyed parental orders and threats to avoid sex at all costs, well, not all of us did and that just made getting together and doing some sucking and fucking even better - and that was before I busted a nut for the first time. The games we played just seemed to incorporate sex. We'd play Army or Cowboys and Indians and while we'd often fuss about whether or not we were "shot and killed" by the guy/girl who was standing right next to us, the best part of those games were getting captured and tortured for information, you know, like having your male interrogator fucking his prick into your mouth or butt was all that torturous and, of course, whoever was a prisoner wasn't going to give up any information because if that happened, the torture would stop... or it was supposed to. Yeah, um, well, none of us knew about the Geneva Accords anyway.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I ain’t gonna lie - dealing with that fat dick wore me the fuck out! I went to the bathroom walking like I was on broken glass but it wasn’t my feet that was hurting. As I washed up, I was wondering why in the hell did I think taking on the challenge his cock presented was a good thing? Because he had the audacity to imply that he couldn’t be handled and my ego wasn’t hearing any of that. Before I got dressed, I decided to throw caution to the wind and fuck with him by asking, “You wanna go again?” He looked at me like I was crazy... and he wasn’t that wrong about that. He shook his head and said, “Nah, man, I’m good!” Small favors. I knew if he had said we could go again, I wouldn’t have been able to handle him one way or the other; shit, I’d already learned that I couldn’t even close my hand around his dick - and I could palm a basketball. But I felt good and vindicated; he issued the challenge, I accepted it, and took the measure of him and, hah, he didn’t want anything more to do with me, huh? I can’t handle it? Yeah, I did even though I knew my body was gonna pay me back...[/SIZE][/FONT]
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