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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]It even bears repeating that thing my sister told me while I was in the middle of eating her pussy and had voiced my concerns about us fucking: "As long as you don't get me pregnant, I don't see what the big deal is..." Or recalling that conversation when my mom caught me and my brother at it and all these years later, wow - that conversation still stings... but even that taught me something that went along with the advantage: Not supposed to doesn't mean don't do it or that it can't be done. There's always the morality and it really can't be ignored because it is what it's always been... but there are loopholes in it and while that morality serves its designed purpose to make us only have sex in the approved way, those loopholes pretty much render the rules useless and can be gotten around [B]if[/B] one thinks it's worth the trouble.

What's it like to have sex with your wife - and with others in attendance? Lots of fun and lots of problems, too, but still lots of fun. What's it like to watch your wife having sex with another man or woman? Amazing and sometimes humbling but not in a bad way. But for me, the question is one of what's it like to have had sex - and have the desire to have sex - and in ways that would make most people, again, shit themselves or otherwise make them lose their minds?

Amazing, really, to be honest. Because sex is supposed to be amazing and all that and my advantage taught me this as well as teaching me, again, why people behave the way they do about it, why it scares them or otherwise bothers them and other such things that, today, isn't all that mysterious to me any longer but, importantly, I haven't stopped learning and I don't think I will until the day I die. What's it like to have a bunch of guys standing around waiting for you to suck them off and watching you do it? Lots of fun but physically tasking and, yeah - your stomach is only going to put up with so much sperm in it and upsetting things.

What's it like to have those same guys lined up, dicks all hard, and waiting for their turn to shove it into your ass? Also amazing... and literally a pain in the ass... and very, very messy. Or to have a guy in your ass while another is thrusting his dick into your mouth? Ditto... and because it's sex... just not the kind of sex not everyone would be interested in and I can tell you that it's not as easy as it might look to be. What's it like to deal with yourself after getting a mouth or ass full of cum and having let your sperm fly, too? Feels wonderful... and can make you feel pretty shitty, too - but I know why that happens and it's not moral guilt and like everyone thinks it is.

What's it like to fuck another man's wife? Glorious and because it's having sex and not because of the moral implications and the same for fucking that woman's hubby and with her sitting there and watching it. Our morality is important and I'd never say it wasn't... but my advantage taught me about the loopholes and that, really, if you don't mind, it never matters... but you'd also better be ready to deal with the consequences of your actions, to hold yourself responsible and accountable and know that even if you don't, someone can and will take you to task for your actions should things go sideways.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Even when I'd think that sex held no other mysteries, I'd find out that it did and it was teaching me that whatever we were being told about sex, well, it just wasn't the truth and that there's a bunch of reasons why everyone looked at sex in almost the same way and why there were some rules about who could have sex with whom. Even in my youth, the rules made sense but were really a bunch of punishments for wanting to have sex; did grown up have sex with young folks? Sure they did... and I'd learn the history in this, too; imagine my surprise to read and learn that there didn't used to be any rules against it or how in some cultures it was considered to be quite normal for an "old guy" to take a young girl for his wife... and fuck the living daylights out of her and making - and keeping - her pregnant. Or that there were grown men who'd have sex with young boys and under the guise of teaching them how to be a man - and it was allowed up to a certain point and a point that, um, was often ignored and hidden...

Because humans just love having sex... and despite all the rules and other stuff, human can and always will have sex even if it'll get them into some very serious trouble. My advantage put me into the position of having to decide to "straighten up" and do it by the rules or to go with what I knew and, well, y'all know the decision I made by now. Anyone. Anywhere. Any time. Anything. If you wanted to do it, chances were damned good that I'd want to, too... but if, by chance, I thought or felt it was a bad idea, I wasn't gonna do it - and because I learned, again, from others what can happen when you do it and you knew you really shouldn't have.

And I knew this before I even became a legal adult. My curiosity, combined with my love of having sex, showed me the way and the truth of things. It showed and taught me that, yeah, there are some things one shouldn't do but it also taught me that there are people who, for whatever reason, don't have that limit put in place... but everyone really is fair game if they want to be - and not everyone does or is supposed to because, again, we all don't learn about sex the same way and our experiences - or lack of them - do shape us going forward.

But the only limitations that truly exist are the ones we place on ourselves and those are things that we have to decide for ourselves even though there are a lot of people who'd be more than happy to impose their limits on you or, just because they wouldn't do it means that no one should do it. The lies. The imposed fears. The religion-based rules and punishments that serve no purpose other than to suppress and inhibit our drive to have sex and just because it feels good to have sex.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Then again, I had the advantage to have experienced sex in ways that would make a lot of people shit themselves... or make them cum on themselves and depending on what they thought about sex - how to do it, who to do it with, when to do it, stuff like that. That I had the added advantage of growing up with a group of guys and gals who were [I]almost[/I] as curious as I was about sex didn't hurt things one bit. The biggest thing I learned was that you could have sex with [B]anyone[/B] who wanted to have sex with you and no one was all that afraid to... and that we were all made to be afraid to have sex; the adults wouldn't ever dare to tell us what was good about having sex but they sure as fuck would go out of their way to tell us about everything that could go wrong... and I was that kid who wanted to know if it was really as bad as they said it was.

I'd eventually learn that it could be very bad but my curiosity also paved the way for me to find out how and why sex could be bad and I truly believe that my advantage was such that it allowed me to learn from the mistakes everyone else made. I never caught an STD... but I knew what happened to those who did so I knew I had to be smart enough not to make that mistake and to not, as everyone else was doing, thinking with my dick instead of my brain. The advantage made me... smarter about having sex so when people ask me if I feel "bad" about learning about sex at such a young age, I say - and with a lot of truth - that no: I don't feel bad about any of it. None of it and even when I'd suffer an error in judgement and wound up having sex with someone that, had I really been thinking, I would and should have said no to or otherwise literally run in the opposite direction.

No bad feelings or regrets and more so even when things didn't go "right," I was smart enough even as a youngster to understand that once you do something, you can't change it and acting like it never happened was just lying to myself and you really do wind up taking the good with the bad...

Just to be able to have sex. My advantage taught me that what they said about kids not knowing anything about sex was seriously wrong - we did know and we learned from and with each other more than some adult or parent "teaching" us... well, um, that's if they weren't teaching us about sex by having sex with us and, yeah, that happened, too, and for a lot of us, it didn't turn out as badly as everyone says it does but, yeah, sometimes it turned out very bad and while that never happened to me, I [B]knew[/B] about it; I learned it even "at the expense" of knowing that for a lot of my peers, sex didn't turn out to be all that good for them and no matter who they were having it with or who was having it with them.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I even learned that before I even turned 16, I knew more about sex than a lot of adults did and thanks to my advantage and, yes, the environment I grew up in; I was rather proud of myself to know that I knew about - and had had more - sex than a great many of my peers; the things they were just now finding out about around the age of 16 were things that was old news to me.

Been there. Done that. A lot of times and even with people that I had no business having sex with. Even after I answered the question that got my curiosity going at warp nine - how can something that's supposed to be so bad feel so good? - I wasn't... content to just know the answer; I wanted to know what everyone else knew, what they had experienced and why they either knew about sex or didn't know anything about it. The advantage taught me, early on, that there was a difference between the way it's supposed to be and the way it [B]could[/B] be, you know, if you were brave and daring enough to find out the many ways it could be and especially being naked with another boy and just going for something that was - and still is - seen as unnatural and abnormal but, in reality is about as normal and natural as anything else can be.

My advantage opened my eyes to the truth in this as well as the science involved; that all by itself taught me a lot of shit that a lot of people didn't know or they just took it for granted or never even bothered to question why things happened or worked the way they did. The downside was that my curiosity was never satisfied; it wasn't - or, really, I wasn't - content to know that when a guy shoots his load, he can feel like shit and couldn't do it again even if he wanted to; no - I had to know if it happened to all guys and in that "Am I the only one?" way that just never stopped running around in my head.

Someone once asked me that if I hadn't gotten started with sex when I did, would I know so much about it? I think that, probably, I might not have or I would have found myself cramming and trying to play catch up to learn a lot of the things I already knew about and experienced. What's it like to have a bunch of guys putting their cocks in your mouth and ass? It's amazing... and not really. What's it like to have sex with a guy and a gal at the same time? Equally amazing... and usually a pain in the ass because I learned that everyone has their own idea of what sex is and how it's supposed to be and that not everyone thought or saw it as I did...[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I've never discounted or looked badly at the advantage I had when it came to what I knew and learned about sex and the fact that in a relatively few short years, I pretty much had or otherwise got exposed to sex in almost every way it could be done, from one on one with someone to being in a pile of sweaty bodies or, really, a lot of the things a lot of guys fantasize about, I've done them and more than once or twice. I've always been an "insanely" curious person, always asking questions and trying to find the answers to a lot of things so when the sex thing showed up on my radar - and given what I was starting to hear about never doing it and what not to do - it put me on the path to not only do it but to find out everything I could about it and especially that boys doing it to boys thing that everyone said was so bad and horrible.

My advantage made it possible for me to see through the lies we're told about sex; it made it possible for me to learn why it was considered bad to fuck your sister and fill her pussy full of cum even though if you had a sister, you were required and expected to love her with all your heart and soul... but was told that you should never have sex with someone unless you loved them and I saw the flaw in this early on since, in this particular thing, I wasn't fucking my sister just because we were both horny as fuck: I really did love her and she loved me and in the way we were expected to love and care for each other and to us, having sex was just part of it - and just like we'd been told.

Doing it with boys? Pretty normal even when we want to believe that it isn't and my advantage made it easier for me to see what other guys were so afraid of and/or why they were so afraid. My curiosity drove me - it still does - and I always wanted to know why and it seemed like the more questions I asked and got answered, the more questions that would eventually show up and needing to be answered... and especially when other guys would start asking me questions and it made me feel good to be able to answer them and all because I'd been exposed to sex early on and, again, born with a curiosity that wasn't going to settle for "that's just the way it is" or "because I said so" when I was looking for answers.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Jerking off? Called masturbation? Shit... I didn't have to be horny to do that - I could do it anytime! Not always anywhere so much but, yeah; sitting in my room bored and nothing to do? Jerk off! Lick the evidence off of my fingers! That was still kinda weird but it still tasted pretty good. And, yeah, it was even better when I had a brother and a sister who'd want to do it with me. It was energizing to have my sister roll up on me and say, "I'm horny and I need some dick and I need my pussy licked..." or to be lying in bed at night, sound asleep, but wake up to my brother sucking on my dick and whispering that he wanted to do it.

Being horny, if nothing else, was the sign that said you need to have sex and I was very fortunate to have a lot of outlets for having sex and I was learning that you really didn't have to be horny to want to have sex. Sitting around and there was nothing to do or nothing whoever you were with wanted to do? Let's do the nasty because doing it was a whole lot of fun and it didn't matter to me who I was doing it with; at least when it was with another boy, I could lie down and he could stick it in me and fuck me until he shot his jizz in my butt - then I could do the same thing to him. Having sex could get you into trouble and just like the adults said but when I was horny, doing something about it was well worth getting into trouble for doing something that all the adults insisted that we didn't - and shouldn't - know anything about.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Found out the hard way what happens when you get too horny and you don't do anything about it; when I suffered my first case of blue balls - which came out of nowhere in my mind - it took a girl to tell me that I had blue balls and she, um, took care of that for me and in spectacular fashion. After we got done doing it, she said that she was impressed by how much jizz I shot into her mouth and pussy and asked if I was ready to do it again like that.

I tried but it didn't work like it did the first time but I learned something: When your balls start hurting, either jerk off or find someone to have sex with so you can shoot because if you don't, it's gonna keep hurting until you do! Yeah... let's not go through that again. Still, this horny thing wasn't all that bad... when I could do something about it but I learned that you can get horny sitting in school or, really, anywhere and it seemed to me that I'd get really horny every time I was somewhere I couldn't do anything about it.

Once I learned to recognize the symptoms of being horny in myself, it was almost easy to see it in my friends; if they were jumpy, edgy, irritable or looking like something was hurting, I'd ask them if they wanted to do it and tell them that if we did it, they'd feel better - and even with the girls although some of them would be displaying signs of being very horny but wouldn't admit it, let alone want to do it.

What I wanted and needed to know was why being horny happened in the first place and, to be honest, I don't remember what or who pointed me in the right direction to find out but, at the time, almost everything I wanted to know about genitals was found in a medical dictionary/encyclopedia that, believe it or not, my mother - the nurse - gave me when she had gotten a new one. For me, that thick, green book was like the bible and once I started looking up penises and vaginas, I was directed to other parts of the book that taught me the science behind doing the nasty... and being horny. Not only did I know what to do when I or any of my friends were horny, I was learning why we'd get horny.

Being armed with all this information made being horny even more exciting and the sex thing? I was beginning to understand it - well, as much as an 11-year-old could and even a smart one like me. I hadn't even discovered the word "bisexual" at this point and being honest I was so busy having fun jerking off and having sex with the guys and gals to even imagine that there was a word that described what I was very much into. What I did know was whenever I got horny, there were two things to do: I could either spend a lot of time jerking off until I wasn't horny anymore or I could find any of my friends and do the nasty with them and if I did that and I was still horny, well, just do it again and keep doing it until I didn't feel that way.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]After the first lick I kinda gagged but I kept going; my jizz tasted kinda salty but kinda sweet, too; kinda like eating some Cream of Wheat but not really. I felt like I was going to throw up but I didn't - I hated throwing up so I had to concentrate on not doing it and I was so focused on not throwing it all back up that I didn't really notice that there was no more jizz on my hand and fingers.

Despite that earlier gagging, hmm - that didn't taste bad at all; my keen mind put things together so that I could see why some of my friends liked tasting my jizz and some of them didn't. I remember going to wash my hands anyway - jizz is very sticky - and I thought that if my parents were trying to find out if I was shooting jizz, well, they couldn't find out if I was making it disappear, could they? No using too much toilet paper and maybe they'd stopped checking my sheets, underwear, and socks - still couldn't figure that one out although, oh, maybe a month later, some of my friends told me that when they got horny and couldn't do it to somebody, they'd jerk off and do it inside of their socks.

Oh... so [B]that's[/B]​ why my parents were paying so much attention to my socks![/SIZE][/FONT]