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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I'd quickly learn that it was bad because everyone said it was bad... and it felt good because it was [B]supposed to feel good.[/B] It worked for me and a lot of my male friends. I was a very smart kid growing up and while I didn't think my friends cared about the details of having sex, I did; I had to know all I could about it and that meant, for me, to do it as much as I could, every time I could and with anyone who wanted to do it to and with me.

I still think back to those seven years of my life and it embarrasses the shit out of me knowing how... slutty I was and especially when it came to getting some dick. I was seriously hooked on sucking dick from the start and because there were some of the fellas who were too scared to fuck and stick their dick into [I]that[/I] hole, all that meant was there were more opportunities to suck on their dicks until they started shaking and cussing and fucking my mouth and shooting their stuff - sperm - into my mouth.

All warm and salty (most of the time) and gooey and, in the early goings, lots of it. Couldn't get enough of it. A grown up gave me my first taste of dick and sperm; he also was the one who put his dick against my butt hole and made it very messy... and didn't that feel really good, too? You bet it did and the fact that he shouldn't have done that - and I shouldn't have gone along with it - made it all even better...

And it didn't take long for me to find out that he wasn't the only one who didn't have a problem feeding me their dick and sperm and sticking it in my ass and shooting their sperm - aka "the jizz" - inside me. Knew it was wrong... didn't care one bit. Big grown up dicks felt even better than sucking on my friends' dicks which were obviously much smaller and easier to suck... but I knew I could get enough of those big dicks in my mouth so that when they shot the jizz, now it was all about not letting any of it get away.

Or to feel them pressing against my hole and trying to get in. Oh, that [I]really[/I] hurt when they could, at the least, get the head of their dick inside me and enough so that when they shot their jizz, it would go in me and feeling it twitching in there, well, did it get any better than that?

Yeah, it did when one of my friends was the first to get all of his dick in my ass; I don't even remember how long he fucked me but I do remember that he'd fuck me, shoot his jizz, stop for a moment, and go right back to fucking me until he shot more jizz in my butt - and then kept going until he got tired. Then it was my turn to do the same thing to him and with the help of Vaseline, I pushed all of my dick into his butt and that was so much better than only getting the head in there. Oh, he yelped and cried and said to take it out because it hurt so much but before I could do that, he said not to because now it felt good.

We literally spent the whole day outside making a mess out of each other's butt. I don't know how he found out about Vaseline and that it would make it easier to stick it all in but now I knew about it... and we all found out about it; we found out that the hair grease our moms would plaster on our head would do the same thing - and so would soap. Spit would work but not all that well sometimes but most of the time, that's all we had to use since, if we were outside, trying to sneak the more slippery stuff out of the house and it was found to be missing, well, that was a problem.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]The best years of my life as a bisexual male were, without a doubt, between the ages of nine and sixteen. Such an exciting time of my life to have discovered - introduced, really - to one of the facts of life that I'd learn we're just too timid and afraid to admit it exists: Boys having sex with boys. Even more exciting than being taught that my ding-dong could get hard and it could go inside a girl!

Those seven years of my life were a whirlwind of sex and once I learned about eating pussy - and after I learned about sucking dick - I felt... complete. While many of my peers were doing as they were told to avoid sex at all costs, many more - including me - didn't run from it: We ran headlong into it and eagerly so. Having sex with girls were the "main goal" for us but we quickly learned that if they were being weird about doing it - and even when they really wanted to - that was fine... because us guys could get together and have sex with each other pretty much any time and any place we could find where we couldn't be caught doing it to each other.

Being able to suck dicks and have mine sucked; being able to stick my dick in a guy's ass and fuck him until I got tired and my senses reveling in that good feeling that would wash over me - then getting some "rest" when I'd lie down and a guy would climb on top of me and stick his dick in my ass and it would feel so good and dreamy that any pain experienced during entry was forgotten. Sure, I knew - we all knew - how nasty and dirty it was to fuck each other but we all agreed that because it was, that's what made doing it to each other so much fun.

And then, not more than two weeks after finding out that dicks taste good - and so did sperm (aka the baby making stuff), I shot my stuff for the first time in a girl's kitty cat... and that was a scary moment but a moment that made doing it even better. It seemed to me that when I busted that first nut, my male friends were finding out about that at almost the same time albeit months apart but the important part for us was we could shoot our stuff into each other's mouths and butts and without taking much of a break so we could keep on doing it...

Because it felt so damned good and nasty. So what if we weren't supposed to be doing it to each other? My biggest question that had to be answered was, "How can something that feels so good be so bad?"

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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]If nothing else, it's how I know that if/when a guy is on the hunt for cock, sometimes, all he has to do is just be where other men can see them because you just never know when you'll catch some guy's eye and he comes over so that he can find out if you're the guy he thinks you might be.

My "curse" taught me that opportunities will come a-knocking and, again, usually when you least expect it and from directions you'd never really think about. It doesn't mean that you gotta accept every offer that comes your way but, well, if you want to then why not? It's always a judgement call and if I'd learned nothing else, I learned how to analyze the situation quickly so that if I wanted to, I could make that go/no go decision without having to spend days doing it. I had the benefit of years of experience that would "show" me who were the assholes and who wasn't my idea of an asshole and, again, I had learned to trust my instincts without question.

I have [B]never[/B] caught anything nasty having sex with a guy. [B]Never[/B]. I know it's possible because you just can't trust some guys to be honest and truthful but, then again, I learned some stuff about healthy dicks and what an unhealthy one looks and even smells like. I learned about reading body language and combined with my instincts, well, there are just some opportunities that come knocking that aren't going to get answered... and many more that do get answered.

I now have two neighbors I've had sex with and, again, it's like they read that sign that's been on me since forever that told them that if you wanna find out what it's like to have sex with a guy, I'm the one you need to talk to... and everything will be okay. This shit used to bother the hell out of me but I've since learned to not let it bug me and that when I want dick, all I have to do is to be where guys can, at the very least see me... and now it's on them to make the "indecent proposal" that, yeah, sometimes, I'm hoping they make.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]One of the things that used to baffle me was being with a guy I knew was down with sex with guys and he knew I was... and listening to him complaining about not finding any dick. I was talking to one such guy one day and listening to him talk about how badly he needed to suck some dick and get fucked and there was no one around... and it hit me that while we knew this about each other, we had never done anything with each other.

"So, what am I - chopped liver?" I had asked him. "If you wanna suck some dick, why have you never asked me if I'd be interested?"

He looked at me like the thought never occurred to him before but he recovered enough to say, "But we're friends! You know they say it's bad business to have sex with your friends because it'll ruin the friendship!"

I snorted with great derision and said, "Yeah, that's what they say... but what are friends for? What, I'm not your type or something like that? We often sit and talk about the sex we've been having so it's not like you don't know that if you asked me, I'd be happy to do it with you... but you've never asked."

"Well, how come you never asked me?" he countered.

A good question but one I knew the answer to so I said, "Because you never gave me any sign that you'd be interested so there was no point in me asking and then get all bummed out when you say no - and I just knew you would."

An hour later, we were in his bed and trying our best to recover from having worn each other out.

"How come we never did this before?" he asked.

"I dunno, but I'm glad we did," I said. "Just one of those things that happens, I guess."

And, no -it didn't trash our friendship.

Even when time passed and one could use the Internet to find a guy to have sex with, it seemed my "curse" just stayed with me; I hit a guy up to make an offer... and no takers... but let me just be looking to see who's been checking out my profile or to clean out messages that had been piling up and going unseen... and the offers would refill my inbox faster than I could respond to them! I told one guy who I wound up hooking up with, "I don't know what it is; when I'm looking for dick, I can't get it to save my life but when I'm not looking, there's more dick than even I know what to do with!"

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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]In my 20s, wow: Who knew there were really that many guys who had reason to want to have sex with another dude? A lot of the guys I knew, say, from playing basketball at the court across the street from my house, would sometimes make me laugh at how clumsy and funny their were trying to make it known how horny they were or "trying to be slick" and say something like, "Shit... I need my dick sucked right about now!"

Or, one of my favorites, some guy complaining about his balls hurting and then being bold enough to pull his dick out and start stroking it... while looking at me and like they're wondering why I'm not getting the hint. Oh, I got it just fine and the moment they mentioned their blue balls condition... but I had long since learned that there were some guys who didn't need to know that I could take care of that for them and some guys who'd be a major problem.

But there were a lot of guys who just seemed to know that if they wanted a blow job, I was the guy they needed to hook up with. I even found out that some of the guys who'd come looking for me had been recommended to me by guys I'd had sex with - nothing like word of mouth advertising, huh? It would usually be some guy who I'd seen around the neighborhood but not someone I hung out with all that much and, as such, I'd often get blindsided by the reason they're talking to me or the few guys who were bold enough to let me know that they heard that I give good blow jobs and would I blow them because they really need it bad?

Whether I did or not wasn't the point or what really bothered me: It was feeling like I had a sign on me that invited horny dude to come check me out. I was standing in line at the bank one day and the guy behind me moved a little closer and whispered, "I'd really like to suck your dick when we leave here - you down for it?" Or sitting in a bar after work and having a quick drink or two... and the bartender is bringing me drinks I didn't ask for; or some guy would sit next to me, strike up a conversation and then tell me how much he'd love to take me somewhere so we could have sex.

Sometimes I'd accept, sometimes I didn't not because I wasn't down for it but I'd learned to trust my gut instincts and when they told me to tell someone no, I listened.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Early in my bisexuality, I learned that I didn't have to do a whole lot to find a guy who wanted to do it: They'd find me. With my cadre of very horny friends, that was easy - all I had to do was go outside and meet up with them and then just be ready and waiting for them to suggest that our time would be better spent sucking and fucking each other.

I learned that when I was incredibly horny for some dick and I'd purposely go looking for it, shit: Where did all the guys go? Or if I saw some guys I knew were okay with this, damn it... they had other things to do or had other reasons why they didn't want to. But the moment I wasn't thinking about doing it with boys, they would often come out of the woodwork and all too eager to have sex with me.

Which was fine and even better when a bunch of us would get together; then there were plenty of dicks to suck and to have in my ass and since we were about being fair, lots of guys to suck my dick and take it in their asses. I thought this was just one of those things that only happened with the guys I knew of but as I grew up, shit... whenever I was starving for dick, I could never find someone willing to give me some! But I could be somewhere and minding my own business - and not even thinking about having sex and now I was spending a lot of time fending off offers of sex.

It got to be pretty annoying after a while. Along the way, I'd run into guys who were also looking and totally frustrated because they couldn't find anyone and they'd ask me what I did to get some dick and I'd tell them that I had the best luck getting some when I wasn't looking for it and, sometimes, when I didn't even expect to get some or the chance to.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]A quick glance at my friend told me he was thinking the same thing I was and, to be honest, I realized that we were both sitting there trying to look innocent... and wasn't doing a good job of it if his body language was any indication.

Father and son talked for a moment and I had an overwhelming need to get out of there just in case he really did put one and one and the open window together... but I made myself sit there and act as cool and collected as possible, which was hard to do since I could feel his sperm squishing about between my cheeks - and now I was worried about a wet spot on the front of my pants from my very recent release.

Father and son finished their conversation and his dad turned to leave -then stopped. He looked at us with a look that made me want to pee myself and said, "Next time, open the damned window before shit gets started, dummies!" He walked out of the room, shaking his head - or was he laughing at us? I couldn't tell and I didn't want to hang around to find out! I told my friend that I'd see him later and went on home, feeling a lot of adrenaline leaving my system after, first, having had some amazing sex and knowing how close I came to getting busted again. As I walked home, I shuddered to think what could have happened and I was worried about what my friend might be going through now that I'd left.

Shit. I hope he didn't get into any trouble...

That night, my brother and I were into it but some of fun was missing for me; I was very worried about the near miss earlier that day and even more aware that our mother just might be keeping a closer eye on us - and without either of us knowing that she was; as he fucked me, I was so paranoid! Every sound I heard was making me almost jump out of my skin and my brother noticed it. He stopped fucking me - and I noticed that I could feel his pulse through his dick buried in my ass, something I'd never noticed before. He asked me what was wrong and it got... weird because I started telling him what happened earlier... while he had all of his dick buried in my ass... and he thought the whole thing was funny which didn't improve my mood any.

We finished having sex but for the first time ever, I didn't enjoy it all that much; I laid awake for the longest time thinking about all of this and finally fell asleep thinking that if I get caught again, I just get caught... but I needed to do more to make sure I didn't get caught.

The next day, I had just stepped outside when my friend came running up to me and said, "Let's go to the park - I gotta tell you something!"

Uh-oh. I didn't know what he wanted to talk about but I felt relieved that he didn't get into trouble since he was outside and didn't appear to have suffered a beating. Once in the park, he told me that his father was talking to him about guys having sex with other guys and that he knew that we'd been having sex and that he understood it... and warned him to be more careful because if his mother were to catch him, he'd be in very deep shit.

"You didn't get into trouble?" I asked.

"No, but I thought I was!" he said. "Man, I almost shit myself when he said he had to talk to me about something and then he said that he knew what we had done!"

I almost shit myself hearing him telling me this, too. Well, not really but it sure felt like I might.

"So, um, when can we do it again?" he asked. I had been so deep in thought that I almost missed him asking that.

"I dunno... we gotta make sure we can do it and not get caught," I said. "Did you really like it?"

"Hell, yeah I did - way better than jerking off!" he said. "Is it weird that almost getting caught makes doing it again more exciting?"

"Nah, not really," I said. "Where I used to live? We all knew that the thrill of having sex with each was knowing that we could get caught, as funny as that sounds."

"Tell me all about where you used to live!" he said. I spent the next couple of hours telling him about all the guys I had sex with... and the few adults, too, including the one who got me hooked on dick. Just talking about it made me very horny and it made him horny, too.

"If we go to my house, we'll have time," he said. "My dad made it a point to tell me that him and my mom would be out and when they'd be back. So, do you wanna?"

"Let's go," I said. I knew we were throwing caution to the wind since, you know, parents couldn't really be trusted. But I knew I'd be lying to myself if I said that I didn't want to have sex with him again.

We spent the next two hours sucking and fucking each other until we wore each other out and the only interruption was his dad calling to let him know - again - exactly when they'd be home.

"My dad said that he hopes that we're done and everything is in order by the time they get here," my friend said. "Man... is it weird that he knows we were fucking and he's okay with it?"

"Yeah, it is," I said. I thought for a moment... then told him how my brother and I got caught last week.

"No shit! Man, you're fucking lucky that you have a brother!" he said. "I'm an only child and, damn, now I really wish I had a brother!"

We had sex a lot that summer and, thankfully, didn't come close to getting caught either at his place or mine... but that last close call really had me rethinking some stuff to make sure that something like that didn't happen again.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]We were really getting into it. I stopped sucking him long enough to suck on his balls and I gasped and sighed as he imitated what I was doing. I went back to sucking him and slipped a finger between his butt cheeks and pressed it against his hole - and he did the same to me; I pressed a little hard and felt the tip of my finger go in and, yep, he did the same and it felt good... and good enough for me to stop sucking on him and say, "Get that grease over there, put it on your dick, and stick it in me!"

Shit... he got up so fast he almost knocked me off the bed! As he grabbed the can of Crown hair grease and slathered in on his dick, I rolled over onto my stomach and waited impatiently for him to climb on me and stick his dick in my ass. He mounted me and I had to reach back to get him to the right spot and when I did, I almost threw up when all of his dick went into me at once but I didn't. He might not have known how to suck a dick but he knew what to do with his dick in my ass and, pardon the pun, but he was fucking the shit out of me and cussing up a storm. It felt so good and I wanted it to last "forever" but the way he was fucking me had changed and I could feel his whole body getting ready so he could cum in me.

I felt his dick swell in my ass; heard him saying, Oh, no! Oh, no!" over and over - then his dick was pumping away like crazy in my ass and it felt so heavenly and I wished he could keep doing it... but, yeah, that was impossible so I just laid beneath him until he finally stopped cumming and his dick got soft enough to pop out of my ass on its own.

He rolled over, gasping and said, "Do me! Stick it in me before I change my mind!"

I jumped up and grabbed the hair grease and smeared a huge amount of it on my dick and rushed back to the bed; I had happened to look at my watch and thought that we still have 45 minutes left before his parents got home. I got on top of him and took a moment to ask him, "Are you sure because this is gonna hurt a little?"

"Do it, stick it in and fuck me," he said - so that's what I did. I moaned and he yelped as the head of my dick went into him (but not as fast as he'd done to me); I stopped for a moment so he could get used to it and when he said, Go... go..." I pushed more of myself into him until all eight inches of my dick was inside him.

"Oh, god, it fucking hurts... but it feels good!" he said as I started to fuck him. It was already warm in his room and now it was really hot; sweat was still pouring off of both of us and as I raised up so I could see my dick buried in his ass, some sweat got into my eyes and was stinging like crazy - but my dick looked very good stretching his asshole nice and wide... and so good that I was about to cum.

It was building up to the moment where I couldn't stop it and just when I blurted out that I was gonna cum, I heard voices downstairs - oh, shit: His parents were home!" But I was also cumming and I couldn't have stopped and pulled out even if I wanted to - and I sure as hell wanted to because chances were good that one or both of his parents would come looking for him and just walk into his room and if they saw this...

And to make matters worse, it was like my body was taking its own sweet time pumping my sperm into him and I heard his mother tell his father, "Go see if he's in his room!"

Oh, no! He heard it, too, so I hurried up and pulled out of him - and my dick was still pumping a little and a spurt landed on the place on the bed where he had been laying - he was already up and looking for his pants and I wasn't too far behind him. It was so crazy that it wasn't until I actually looked to see that I had his underwear on! There was no time for us to switch; there were footsteps on the steps! We lived in the projects - all of the homes were the same - so I knew there were 13 steps to be climbed and his dad had already taken 6 of them already.

Panic was setting in for both of us and I had enough time to whisper to him, "Open the window -hurry up and open the window!" He managed to fling it open and sit down next to me when his bedroom door opened and his dad walked in... and it seemed like my heart stopped beating as he looked at both of us, saw that the window was open, and looked even harder at the two of us.

I spoke to him and he returned my greeting... while still looking at us with great suspicion. I was thinking, "Oh, shit... he knows what we did!" and was waiting for all holy hell to break loose.[/SIZE][/FONT]