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Our insane night with Rags took place in the early fall of '91. My 2nd wife, Jean (aka Babs!) and I had been playing in a rock band together for a little over 6 years and we had been living together for a little over 5 years. We lived in a small, very old house in the small town we had both grown up in, in Arkansas. I had just turned 30 and Jean was 27. We had played sexually with other people on several occasions and had a pretty wide palette of sexual tastes between us. But, we had gotten tired of beating our heads against a wall trying to make an original rock n roll band work in small town Arkansas and had at that point already been talking about moving, so we were kinda in an all around itchy, restless mood.

A few months before we moved to Atlanta, we played a party gig at someone’s house. It was supposed to have been a sort of bachelor party for a friend of our drummer but it turned into more of a regular party since girlfriends, wives, and the fiance showed up early on and stayed through the night. The house was way out in the county away from town and since we were set up on the front lawn, we knew we would have stop playing by 10 o’clock or the Sheriff’s deputies would show up. I did my normal routine of staying sober at a gig in anticipation of the case of beer I had in the fridge at home, but everyone else in the band got pretty drunk over the course of 3 sets. When we got done playing, my band mates, including Jean, tried to help pack up the gear. For the safety of the gear and my own sanity, I told them to just leave it to me, so they all continued partying and drinking in the house.
With a little help from our very drunk keyboard player, loading the heavier stuff, the gear got packed in the van in about an hour and half. Remarkably, at about the same time I was closing the doors of the van, Jean came out of the house with a younger guy, that everyone called Rags (we later found out his name was Jimmy) that I had seen her talking to earlier. She asked if we could give him a ride into town…I said, “yeah, but I don’t know where he’s gonna ride. The van’s full of gear”. She said, “We can fit, I’ll sit in his lap”. I said, “Ok cool”.

It took us about 40 minutes to get back to town but after we had been riding for about 10 minutes, Jean asked if we could stop by the house before we took him home since we had cold beer there. I said ok kind of reluctantly.

A couple of minutes later, she leaned over to me and whispered, “You remember me telling you about that hole in this pair of jeans?” “Yeah?” “Well, he found it”. I looked at her as her little evil grin turned into an ‘OH!’ and her eyes got wide. That was my ‘ah ha’ moment. So that’s what she’s getting at. That realization made driving even more difficult than it already was since the tires on the van were really bad at the time. I thought for a minute then said, “What is it you want to do, Babs?” She said, “Well since I’ve already sucked his cock, I want to get fucked”. I said, “Oh really? How did that happen?” She said, “Well I walked into the bathroom and Jimmy was just getting done and, well you know, I couldn’t resist”. I said, “Yeah, I know how you can’t resist”. She added, “Hopefully, everyone was so drunk they won’t remember that someone was peeking in the window. That’s why I decided we should come find you and see if we could move this party to our house”. Over the next 25 minutes that it took to get home, the conversation got steadily raunchier, punctuated by the occasional moan since she was rubbing both of us through our pants. It was almost 1 am when we finally got to the house and the night went from crazy to insane crazy. We opened the door, walked into the living room, and stopped.
TV and VCR, gone. Four track recording machine and speakers, gone. Microwave and case of beer in the fridge, gone. Someone had broken into the house and taken just about everything of value. Jean was extremely pissed off because she had a good idea she knew who had done it and she spent a while trying to get a hold of them. We eventually called the police. The cop that responded was kind of a jerk and he spent a lot more time questioning us about where we had been, what we had been doing, and where was this party we had been to, than about the break in. Needless to say, our buzz was way beyond killed when he finally left at about 3am.

Jean had gone to the bathroom and Jimmy was sitting on the couch just starting to ask me if I could take him home, when she came back into the living room…naked. She said something to the effect of she wanted to put that behind us as soon as possible and that sex would be a good start. I was still pretty pissed and Jimmy wasn’t sure what to do. We just sat there a little stunned, staring at her until she said, “Oh come on”, grabbed us both by the hand and marched us back to the bedroom. Even though she did try to, she didn’t need to help either of us out of our clothes. She sat on the edge of the bed with us standing in front of her and stroked our cocks for a few minutes before she leaned over and started sucking Jimmy’s cock. It wasn’t the first time I had seen her sucking someone else’s cock and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, but it was very erotic to watch. After a few minutes, she shifted to sucking my cock, saying she could get used to this just before taking me in her mouth. She went back and forth between us for quite some time, mostly, I think, because she was really into what she was doing. It was pretty easy to see why she had initially been interested in Jimmy as he was very well endowed.
As she was sucking his cock, I leaned over to her ear and asked her if she was ready to get fucked. She opened her eyes wide, turned a little and looked at me and just nodded with his cock still in her mouth. She let go of his cock and fell back onto the bed, which was a waterbed, and as she rolled with the bed, she kind of snickered and said, “Somebody eat me”. Well Jimmy beat me to it and dove right into licking her pussy. She motioned for me to move up to her face so she could suck my cock some more. After a while, she let go of me and slid over more to the center of the bed. Jimmy looked at us and we both said, “Yeah” at the same time, which made us all giggle a little. He crawled over to her, knelt between her legs and slipped his arms under her thighs. He lifted her up a little, pulled her toward him a little, and as he let her back down, the head of his cock slipped into her pussy. I was kneeling next to her left shoulder and she had wrapped her hand around my cock. She started squeezing a little harder as we both watched him start to fuck his cock into her a little at a time, getting a little deeper with each stroke. After several minutes, he finally had all of his cock inside her and started pumping slowly. At that point, she pulled my cock back to her mouth and went back to sucking me.....

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=interstate] The first time I ever tasted cum was somewhat inadvertent, so this is a little story about an event with my second wife, Jean (aka Babs!). At the time, I had had no experiences or inclinations towards being bisexual, but sexual adventure and exploration were always on the menu with Jean. This turned out to be a powerful, defining moment in our 14 year relationship as well as the very beginnings of my bisexuality. [/FONT][/COLOR]
[COLOR=#000000][FONT=interstate] This event happened sometime in August of '86, a little over a month after Jean and I had started seeing each other. We had been playing in a rock band together for almost a year.Jean was 22 and I was 25 and at the time, my divorce from my first wife, Sherry, had been final for about 2 months and Jean had been out of a relationship for about 3 months. We had both seen other people during that time so, while Jean and I were both very much into each other and continuing seeing each other, we talked a lot and in particular, about not being too exclusive, especially sexually. Neither of us were ready to jump back into a heavy relationship. Being band mates had also given us the ability to talk more openly and casually than either of us had with anyone else. Between my night time regular job, her daytime regular job, and the band, we got to see each other only about once a week. I lived in an apartment complex with the pool/clubhouse/laundry room next to my building. Since she lived with her mom a few blocks from my apartment, on her days off from work, she would come over and do her laundry while she laid out by the pool, then later we would have dinner or whatever before I had to go to work.[/FONT][/COLOR]
[COLOR=#000000][FONT=interstate] On this particular day, I had had a few errands to run during the day and left before she got there. When I got back late in the afternoon, she had let herself into my apartment and was sitting on the couch in her bathing suit. I sat next to her and we talked about how our day had been. Eventually, I got around to asking if she had done any laundry. She grinned big and said no but she had used the washer in the laundry. My very puzzled look made her burst out laughing. She said she had been laying out by the pool and a guy she had known in school walked by and they started talking. Apparently, his aunt lived in the complex and he had been visiting her. Jean told me she had always wanted to fuck him so she steered the conversation toward sex. She said, "I couldn't take him to my place since my mom was there and I didn't want to bring him up here because that would just be rude, so I had him sit on one of the washers while I sucked his cock and he had me lean against it while he fucked me from behind."[/FONT][/COLOR]
[COLOR=#000000][FONT=interstate] Actually her statement made me laugh and I told her she was lucky some little old lady didn't catch her and her friend. I thanked her for sharing such intimate details about her sexual adventures and asked if he lived up to expectations. She said, "well, yes and no...he had a really nice cock but he didn't use it all that well and the situation was way less than perfect...it was fun but I didn't get off and I'm even hornier now than I was." It took just a few seconds for us to pull what clothes we had off at that point. After a few minutes of petting on the couch, I got down on the floor between her legs and started kissing her inner thighs. As I got closer to her pussy, she grabbed my hair and pulled my head up a little. She had very peculiar grin on her face and asked, "Are you sure you want to do that?" Without really thinking about why she was asking me that, I simply said yes and dove into licking her pussy. I noticed that she did taste and smell a bit different and that she was wetter than she usually was, but it still didn't register to me why. Through her moaning, as she started getting close to cumming, she said, "its so fucking erotic that you're licking me after I got fucked."...That is when it finally registered in my brain what was going on and that I was tasting that guy's cum. It not only didn't bother me but it actually turned me on enormously. I didn't say anything, but I did moan probably loud enough for her to hear as I continued licking her, a bit more intensely. We didn't say anything about it when I was fucking her, but I know she caught on to the implications of my actions and arousal. Even if I didn't understand or really think about why I was so aroused she did, and she told me years later that that moment was for her, a defining moment in our relationship.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]With my young peers - and after a while - I just felt it was unnecessary to rassle since we both knew what we wanted to do to each other but I understood the role rassling played in this. It was, in a way, about strength of mind and body, wanting to dominate and/or to be submitted. One guy told me that losing in rassling really excited him but also pushed him to be more determined not to "lose" so much while another guy told me that he'd sometimes cum in his underwear while making the other guy submit.

I'd still ask some guys, "We both know we wanna do it to each other so why rassle?" and they'd tell me me that rassling just made the sex better - and I couldn't really disagree with that. It really does get the juices flowing and made our dicks so hard and ready that it wasn't funny. Even with guys you didn't know all that well, you knew what time it was when you'd have them on their back... and they'd wrap their legs around you while moving under you like they were trying to escape - and they weren't; they were giving you a very clear hint about what they really wanted to do.

Let's stop playing around. Let's take off our pants and underwear and since I'm on the bottom, suck my dick and then put your dick in my ass and shoot your sperm into me... then we can trade places. Sometimes, though, some guys weren't interested in trading places one bit. They'd want to lose so they could suck your dick and take it in their ass and as many times as you were able to do it.

Or, as one guy told me, "I love losing to you..."

I understood it because I often liked losing, too. It was a game we played that had deeper intent than who was stronger and who wasn't and in this game, there were no "sore losers" other than dicks and assholes being made sore from repeated use...[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]My growing skills at judo made it hard for other guys to beat me and to me, it felt like cheating and, indeed, before some rassling matches, some guys would tell me not to use that "karate stuff" on them because it didn't give them a fair chance for them to "make" me suck their dick or "make" me submit to being fucked. And, yeah - a lot of times, I'd "lose" on purpose, not just to do what the winner wanted but it also gave them a chance to save face and more so when they knew they couldn't out-wrestle me and even if they were actually stronger than I was.

"You could have beat me and gone first," one guy told me as he was driving his dick in and out of my ass.

"I know... but I wanted you to do it me," I said as I humped back against him.

Yep - it was really that easy.

The guy I'd wind up falling in love with? He used the rassling thing to make his intentions known and the bad part is that his intentions went right over my head! I couldn't figure out why this skinny, red-headed guy would want to wrestle with a judo and karate black belt and, yeah, it still embarrasses me that I didn't pick up a clue about his intentions even though I was very aware that when we wrestled, his dick was very, very hard the whole time.

When he finally told me why, gods, I was so embarrassed to learn that I missed every hint and clue he was giving me even though I also had to admit that I hadn't had sex initiated like this in a long time.

"You could have just told me," I said to him.

"You might have said no," he said.

"I might have... but you still could have just asked; I haven't done this since I was like 12 or 13!"

Still, it set the stage for the two of to, um, wrestle without any clothes on and my new boyfriend and lover did, on occasion, liked it rough and enjoyed me manhandling him and making him submit to having my dick deep in his throat and/or buried to the hilt in his ass.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]This kind of faking the funk was pretty common and would sometime happen in the form of a dare: If I can pin you, I'm gonna do it to you but if you can pin me, you can do it to me. In this case, the tussling would be... vigorous and, depending on the other guy, not so much; some guys would deliberately let themselves be pinned so the winner could have his way with him. Sometime the dare would be about sucking dick and tussling would be all about not only the test of strength it was but who'd get to suck dick first and, again, some guys wouldn't put up much of a fight and let the other guy win so he could get his dick sucked... first.

Sometimes it was a code phrase to hear, "You wanna rassle?" I don't know if adults ever picked up on this - and, in later years I was of a mind that they did - but it was again the perfect cover and excuse to be in such close physical contact and, if nothing else, feel each other's hard dicks rubbing on the good spots. If adults were aware of us tussling - and, again, I thought they figured out what we were really doing - they'd come tell us, "You boys cut that out or take it outside!" One father came to fuss at us for making a lot of noise rassling; he walked in, saw his son kinda humping me, and said, "You boys better not be doing what I think you're doing!"

Of course, we said, "We're just rassling!" and his dad gave us the stink eye, a clear clue that he didn't believe a word of what we said - then told us to go outside and play... another code phrase we came to understand to mean that if you're gonna have sex with each other, do it where we can't see you doing it because if we see you, well, it wasn't hard to figure out what was gonna happen.

For a lot of us, the pretense of wrestling really wasn't needed; if we wanted to do it, we'd just say that we did then go somewhere to do it to each other. For other guys, it was like rassling was a "must" to, I'd say, really get them in the mood and without the embarrassment of just asking the other guy to do it to you or the often unspoken thing that said if you "beat" me, as the loser, I have to suck your dick or give you my ass to fuck - whichever you, as the winner, preferred.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]It was the easiest way to find out what guys were interested in it and who wasn't; it was a way to get a cheap thrill even if nothing else happened. I was wrestling with a guy - really practicing my judo on him - and I was having fun tossing him around and pinning him, getting a kick out of him struggling to escape when, in a moment where I had him in a full-body press, he whispered in my ear, "I want you to do it to me... right now..."

But I knew he'd want to given how much he had been humping against me as we tussled. I just took his pants and underwear off, got between his legs, and pushed my boner into him; he groaned and whispered, "This is what I wanted to do in the first place!"

I whispered back, "Why didn't you just say so?" - but I knew why because you also found out that, sometimes, just asking a guy to do it with you could get you punched in the face.

He didn't answer - and he didn't have to. I fucked him and came inside him; I pulled out and laid on my stomach and said, Your turn..." The feeling of his dick pushing into me was heavenly and made a bit easier because we were both very sweaty; I felt dreamy and even a lot like a girl; I was even whispering over and over, "Do it to me... do it to me..." until he yelped that he was gonna do it - then followed by feeling his prick twitching inside me as he shot his stuff.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]One of the things I learned about guys is that some tended to hide their interest in sex under the guise of roughhousing and wrestling which was the perfect "excuse" to be in close physical contact with another guy and being in a position to be on top of the guy... or have a guy moving around on top of you and with little thought about actually pinning you down and making you say, "Uncle!"

I guess that in a way, it was... easier or more covert than coming right out and asking a guy, "Hey, do you wanna do it with me?" Sometimes, you just didn't know if a guy was into it and you might not want to come out and ask him... but getting into some tussling? If nothing else, the physical exertion would get dicks very hard and I quickly learned not to be all that surprised to find a guy "secretly" humping me or feeling his erection pressing against me in just the right places. I even learned not to ask the stupid question of, "What are you doing?" because I knew what they were doing and I knew why they were doing it.

I started practicing and studying judo literally two week after experiencing dick for the first time so I learned a lot about taking someone down... and holding them down for as long as I wanted to; I also knew how to escape from being held down but, um, yeah, when a guy and I were rassling and he was holding me down - and because I let him - and I could feel his hardness rubbing against my crotch or my ass, I didn't have a problem just going with it and more so when, a lot of times, we'd wind up doing it for real... unless the other guy came during the tussling and now he's embarrassed and even a little out of the game. In this, I'd act... innocent and ask him what was wrong... when it was clear to see what was wrong and as indicated by the growing wet spot in the front of his pants.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[QUOTE=Ebonybifemme7;343768]I used to meet guys/girls in the early 2000s before dating apps came out. It was mostly just now non existent and unpopular social networking sites and yahoo chat rooms. Some guys I even gave head too. I used to play with women's breast and let them have playtime with me (sex toys sex vids kissing touching ass slapping). I miss those days. Since 2010 things have really changed. Im getting deeper into webcam modeling and camming especially with people from other countries. I'm too paranoid of sex trafficking and being pimped or something worse happening. I'm happy that I was safe back then and I didn't get an STD. I always had condoms and morning after pills. I understand it's different for men because guys need sex more than women.[/QUOTE]