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  1. "Crazy" Cousin

    I sometimes mention my "crazy" cousin who, in order for us to have sex, wanted to, well, roleplay with me as his "Master" and him as my obedient "slave" and a situation that drove me nutty because I was used to guys being straight up about having sex but, okay, if that's what it took, then that's what we'll do.

    My thoughts about him go back to a night where I was going at him hot and heavy, our naked and sweaty bodies grinding together, and I was alternative between "screwing" him and sucking his dick and ordering my slave to suck mine after he begged me not to make him do it. I'd gone back to, essentially, frotting him when I clearly remember his whole body going stiff for a moment, followed by a little shudder, which was followed by him saying, "I think we should stop now."

    I thought something was wrong; then I thought that maybe he had shot his stuff for the first time but as I moved away from him, his dick was still hard and there was no evidence that he'd shot his stuff - that would happen the following weekend and like it was for me, it wasn't exactly a good moment but he had me to explain to him what he'd just done in my mouth - and he was okay after that.

    It took me a lot of years thinking about that particular night to realized that while he hadn't busted a nut, he did have a powerful orgasm that both scared him and shut him down and leaving me to think that I'd done something wrong, uh, I mean on top of the wrongness we were already doing. I remember lying next to him and feeling pretty shitty and thinking that we were never going to do this again but the next night, we were right back at it.

    I had ordered him to put his dick in me and fuck me and I had sighed happily to feel his slippery prick slip between my cheeks and go right into me, giving my stomach that momentary queasy feeling that came from a fast entry. He's doing a good job of screwing me and I had it in my mind that, as in the other times he's screwed me, this was going to take a while because, unlike me, he wasn't shooting stuff - but he was having that associated orgasm; I remember lying under him and feeling great when I felt his prick "shiver" in my hole; his body had again gone stiff for a moment, followed by a shudder and I was expecting him to say that we had to stop - but he took a deep breath and kept on screwing me until he begged me not to stick my dick in his ass which was exactly what he wanted me to do.

    I'm fucking him and it feels so good and so familiar, and he begs me not to shoot my stuff in him and minutes later, I'm shooting my stuff in him and I almost missed him going stiff and shuddering and there still wasn't any sign that he was ejaculating. He did stop me from trying to suck his dick and, again, it would be a lot of years before I figured out why but that moment was forgotten because the last night I stayed with him, I was having a good time sucking his dick and feeling him inside me and finishing the night by emptying my balls into his butt.

    The night he busted his first nut took both of us by surprise. It was... business as usual but not really because the night began with him sucking my dick until I came, something he had said that he didn't like when we had tried it way back when we first got started. I don't know what changed and I had "ordered" him to tell me but he refused to say anything about it and I had shrugged it off and moved to go down on him. I was having a good old time sucking on his dick and his balls and I was thinking that I could do this to him all night when I felt his prick go really stiff in my mouth; I heard him say, "What...?" just before his whole body went stiff and... he flooded my mouth with his warm, sticky cum and I had a hell of a time trying to swallow it all down.

    I took some time to explain to him what he'd just done, it was okay, and he was fine and had recovered enough to shoot a load of jizz into my butt. In fact, he had screwed me three times before we wore each other out and went to sleep and something that had never happened before. It was one hell of a night and one hell of an experience for both of us...
    Inside My Bi Mind
  2. "Crazy" Cousin

    I sometimes mention my "crazy" cousin who, in order for us to have sex, wanted to, well, roleplay with me as his "Master" and him as my obedient "slave" and a situation that drove me nutty because I was used to guys being straight up about having sex but, okay, if that's what it took, then that's what we'll do.

    My thoughts about him go back to a night where I was going at him hot and heavy, our naked and sweaty bodies grinding together, and I was alternative between "screwing" him and sucking his dick and ordering my slave to suck mine after he begged me not to make him do it. I'd gone back to, essentially, frotting him when I clearly remember his whole body going stiff for a moment, followed by a little shudder, which was followed by him saying, "I think we should stop now."

    I thought something was wrong; then I thought that maybe he had shot his stuff for the first time but as I moved away from him, his dick was still hard and there was no evidence that he'd shot his stuff - that would happen the following weekend and like it was for me, it wasn't exactly a good moment but he had me to explain to him what he'd just done in my mouth - and he was okay after that.

    It took me a lot of years thinking about that particular night to realized that while he hadn't busted a nut, he did have a powerful orgasm that both scared him and shut him down and leaving me to think that I'd done something wrong, uh, I mean on top of the wrongness we were already doing.
  3. My First Experience

    So about 25 years ago I was on AOL, drunk and went into a Local M4m room. I was just curious and I guy started IMing me. We were chatting and he asked to come over. I said yes and he headed over. I figured he would blow me or I would fuck my first guy.

    He came over and we chatted and headed to the living room, I was super nervous... he stopped me and pushed me up against the wall and then grabbed my head and started kissing me. I didn't know what to do so I went with it and still shocked this was happening. Then he got on his knee and pulled my short down. I was not wearing any underwear. He then lightly but firmly grab my penis and start sucking my off. His grasp was much firmer then a woman but just the right amount. How he held my penis in his hand while the pressure and suction of his mouth all the way down my dick. The way his finger touched me as he played with me balls. At the same time I was just like.. I can't believe I am naked with another guy and he is blowing me. After a while he stopped and asked if I was ready. I said yes but had no idea what to do next. He stood up and he kissed me again and then turned me around and then bend me over with my face side to the couch. He started rubbing my back and ass. I have never done this before I was not sure what was going on. I had never thought about even bottoming before. It never accrued to what it be prepared for. He stopped for a minute and I started to over think what was happening while he was putting the condom on. He then put is hand down of the crack of my ass. I didn't know what to think as he put a little lube around and inside me asshole. I then felt his finger starting in my ass. I was just dumb founded as I thought this was going to be my first blowjob from a guy. I then felt one hand on my hip and then his top of his dick burrowing in my ass. I couldn't move as I thought if I was anything I'd be a top. I had never done this before so I didn't know what to do, how to move, what was ok to do or say. He then started putting his dick further inside me. OMG did it hurt but oddly ok. He keeps asking me if I am OK. I don?t know what sounds I was making but I let him keep going. He asked if he wanted me to stop and I said NO, so we continued. It had been about 10 minutes and then he pulled out and had me sit on the couch. He split my legs apart leaned over me and then put my each leg on a separate shoulder. He then inserted his cock inside me again. I then really saw the size of him and how big he was and how that was inside me. He was slow to start and worked his way fast and a little deeper from time to time. He was always checking if I was ok and again not sure what sounds I was making but he asked again if he should stop. I asked you cum yet and he said no. I said go until you finish. He start faster in and out of me and he slowed and said are you ok? I said keep going! It hurt but I wanted / felt he should finish. I didn't know what was right or wrong way when having sex with another male. Like it was any different than sex with a female. My logic was definitely not working at that time. He pulled out and cum. Everything was my first, first male on male experience, first blow job from a guy, first time a penis was in my asshole, the first time I saw another man face he made while ejaculating and the first time I got a man off with my body. There was a towel on the table and he grabbed it and wiped me down and then himself. He then kissed me and then asked for the shower.

    While he was in the shower I sat thinking oh what the fuck just happen? I have just been blown and fucked by another man. Was this right? Was this wrong? Am I gay? Why do I still like woman? So many things going through my head. I got up and cleaned myself up hoe bath style. He then came out of the both room and got dressed while we talked, I was still completely naked. We chatted for about another 20 minutes and he said he needed to go. I walked him to the front door. He started to open the door and then turned around and we started making out again for another few minutes. He said we want to meet up again and he would see me online.

    He came over 2 more times over the next couple month while I was still living at that same place. There is a part two I may share one day we I moved to a different state, I found out he was also living in the same city...
  4. Lets Talk crossdressers

    So, this is based on somethig over the weekend. A guy came up to me in a bar, and, well I kind of treated him like an idiot pig, which he was, but later I kind of felt bad because I think he just didnt know. So what do I mean by that...........and maybe I can help you bang a CD a little easier.

    Now, this is just my experience, and being around many CD's and such. we all come in different flavors, and we have subsets, just like anyone else. Think about, we have humans, we have male or female, we have black, white, Asian, Hispanic.......well, CD's we are not all the same, but certain groups have a touch of similar characteristics. I will try not to sound like an egocentric bitch, and no insult to anyone who disagrees with me, simply my experience.

    And remember, if someone is happy, thats all that matters

    So the first one, the guy who has a few pairs of ladies pantys and calls himself a crossdresser. Most of the more experienced ones refer to them as panty boys, as they are really not acting as a CD, but more of a fetish. These guys usually just want to be told they look great on their ass, and the standard pick up is the sames as any other guy. You get bonus points if you really spend time rubbing them through their pantys, huge turn on.
    Now later, quite often, but not always this is the entry level and will migrate to more.

    next, we have the guys who may wear more. Like a dress, bra, pantys, but, they are still a hairy guy. I dont really have any experience or understanding of the mindset. Usually it is work or other things that stop them from going further, but this can also be a level 2 per se. Just let them know you love a cock in pantys, and you will probably have a good time.

    Next, we have what is commonly called a sissy. They may use terms like "Daddy" with a guy, the ones I have seen kind of prance around or squeal in a high pitched voice. Many like to be used or degraded. Truthfully, I don't understand this as it is not me, but to each their own. For these guys, many times treat them like a sub and you cant go wrong, they will correct you.

    Next, we have the ones I do understand.And full disclosure, yeah, many of us can be a nasty bitch and have a chip on our shoulder, like we are better than all the others. hey , you want honesty right ?
    I didn't say we are better, but I have seen many like me look down on others, which is sad.

    So, what is different with us.Well, for one thing we go all out to make ourselves as passable as we can, even if we know we cannot reach that goal. There is more pride in having proper lingerie set ups. We will take time on picking out dresses and out fits. generally shaved everywhere. We work to get proficient in make up. Even the ones that are passable are easy to spot as you can see they over try to get exactly the perfect female. We probably buy 90% of the corsets in town to reach the ultimate hourglass figure...................we will treat it like we have left community college plays and work on Broadway now as an analogy. Many of us will actually practice how we walk, how we sit , how we's a source of great pride, most of us are very comitted, even in casual wear

    So what happened at the bar. well this guy was using terms with me like I was a sissy, actually a sissy streetwalker. He thought he was being cool, and I dont think he understood we are all very different.Thing slike, bitch, you want this cock right, or I will fuck you like you have never been fucked, I will let you serve me. Now, the guy I did go home with.

    He came up, introduced himself, gave a compliment or two. we had a conversation about a ton of things. He had a lot of pride in his appearance, smelled good, carried himself well. He knew how to play the game. When we left, he held doors open. The foreplay was excellent, not jsut a get on your knees type of thing. His situation downstairs was well situated, no funk and trimmed.

    So, bottom line, if you want a guy who wears pantys, just go for it like any other guy.
    A sissy, make sure you start by being a little dominering and in charge
    A full blown CD, make sure you used an entire bar of Irish spring down there, clothes are ironed.........and treat them like you would a woman you are truly interested in.

    He did ask me if I had some European in me, I said yes, he asked fi I wanted more.............I said yes again
  5. My Masturbation Session

    Masturbation for me is more than a few seconds of orgasmic ecstasy, it's a sacred and spiritual thing.

    I became addicted to masturbation early in life, in fact the first time I watched a friend stroke his erect cock and ejaculate I knew my life had changed forever. And, the first time I experienced the extreme pleasure of my first orgasm and watched my semen squirting from the eye of my cock, I knew this was the ultimate pleasure; and it's a pleasure I've enjoyed almost daily for more than fifty years.

    The need to masturbate can strike me at any time in any place. It begins with the first twitch of my cock when something stirs deep inside me. A fleeting thought maybe, seeing an attractive girl, watching some porn, or simply realising I have the privacy and time to give myself some pleasure.

    Once the decision is made, I usually lie on my back and gently fondle myself until my cock begins to engorge with blood and becomes semi erect. I immerse myself into my arousal and I begin to feel the spongy softness of my penis give way to hardness and full erection. Once erect I embrace the texture and feel of its smooth pale pink skin and my large mushroom shaped head that stands proud of my shaft. When I'm fully erect the skin feels like silk and stretches tightly around my cock like the membrane on a drum. On the underside of my cock my veins bulge out quite visibly, and as I gently fondle, my arousal starts to build with the knowledge that I'll soon be immersed in a sea of sexual pleasure.

    I gently squeeze my balls and slowly rub and stroke my cock until I get pre-cum oozing from the eye. I continue stimulation of my cock and balls and rub the pre-cum lightly around the glans of my cock head. I turn my attention to the underside of my cock, tickling my frenulum with a single finger in a circular motion. Occasionally I pick up a fresh supply of pre-cum for lubrication whilst enjoying the sensation of my hand brushing and cradling my balls.

    I place my thumb on the upper side of my cock and three fingers on the underside. Lightly, ever so lightly, I begin a stroking motion by moving the loose skin on my shaft up and down with a steady rhythm. As my arousal continues to build more blood is forced into my cock and the head feels so tight it could explode. I keep my excitement building with light stroking and the blue veins start to stand out and wind their way around my shaft like a cylindrical roadmap.

    Soon a very pleasant sensation spreads into my pelvic region and I feel my seminal fluid flow into my urethral bulb; it only takes a few seconds but the sensation is quite distinctive and is the first sign of an impending orgasm. I stop stroking for a second or two and cup my balls feeling the weight of them excites me further. The feeling is sensational and I wipe a huge bead of pre-cum from the eye of my penis with the index finger of my left hand; I then slip it into my mouth. I adore the mild saltiness of my pre-cum. I release my balls and return to stroking. The sexual tension within my body is palpable, and I have to fight to control the urge to speed up and finish myself off.

    By this stage around three minutes have passed and the build up towards orgasm intensifies. I move my hand up the shaft so that my thumb is placed over the corona where the swollen head of my cock stands proud from my shaft. Momentarily I return to tickling my frenulum with a single finger using my pre-cum as lubricant. Then, with two fingers on the underside and thumb on top I increase the pressure on my cock and start stroking at a more constant pace. As the feeling of impending orgasm spreads throughout my groin I might fantasise about my cock being buried in some tight little pussy. My hand easily slides up and down my shaft now; just as it's done so many times before. Pre-cum flows out of my slit and using my index finger I smooth it around the glans making it shiny and spread it over my bulging head.

    "God I'm getting closer now," I think to myself. I'll have to be careful not to take myself beyond the point of no return and ejaculate; I want this to last a while yet. More stroking and I really feel my body now on the verge of orgasm. The familiar sensation of early stages of orgasm engulfs my body like slipping into a deep bath of hot pleasure. Soon my breathing becomes deeper and in shorter gasps and I'm totally focused on the exquisite sensations.... "Oh God, this is bliss" I think to myself. Then it starts; the pure pleasure of the emission phase and impending orgasm begins.

    I sense the tickling of the fluids moving towards my prostate. I feel my pelvic muscle (the so-called 'pee muscle') contract during the emission phase and I realise I'm almost there, ready to go. My head is swimming with euphoria as the orgasm begins and the intense pleasure seems to climb the shaft of my cock. I'm only a millisecond away from ejaculation, head spinning with pleasure.

    "Stop... now!" I think to myself and remove my hand from my cock. I press down internally with my pelvic muscle to stop myself ejaculating. As I hold muscle tension, my orgasm hangs for a few seconds before it slowly starts to subside. I look down and see my erect cock pulsing vigorously with contractions that would normally be expelling my semen. I lie here for a few moments basking in the euphoria and heightened state of arousal as my cock slowly stops twitching. About thirty seconds have gone by and I'm still in what I'd describe as a semi orgasmic plateau but I'm in no danger of ejaculating now.

    A wonderful sense of anticipation engulfs me as I take hold of my cock once more. Slowly I begin stroking again, totally focused on my feelings and sensations. With just a few strokes this time I again sense the movement of the seminal fluids in my body and enter the emission phase once again. My pelvic muscle begins to contract and my body begins its second orgasm. The sensation seems to be centred in the head of my cock like a pleasurable tickling and spreads into my groin and abdomen. "Oh yes... Here it is again... That feeling" I think to myself as my head swims with euphoria. My pleasure climbs quickly and just as I'm about to ejaculate again, I stop all stimulation once more. Timing is critical; one stroke too many and I'll take myself over the edge and ejaculate.

    I repeat this process a dozen times or more before allowing myself the reward of climax and ejaculation. During the session I remain suspended in a heightened state of arousal and sexual tension. It's wonderful. During each emission phase, more and more fluid accumulates inside my prostate so that when I do ejaculate, the amount of semen can be enormous.

    Stroking again now; "this time I'm going all the way", I desperately need release now, I feel the tension of my built up fluids seeking release. Then, for one last time, I feel my semen travelling from my prostate up the shaft. My free hand cradles my balls now as the pleasure takes off. "Nearly there. Oh yes.... And then...." I'm there, the world stops, time stops and all sensation is centred on my cock head. "Oh God I'm cumming. Oh yes. Mmmmmh. Oh yes. I'm cumming, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING......." My breathing stops momentarily as my body tenses.

    All sensation is based in my cock as it glistens with my oozing pre-cum. Sensation of touch is magnified to extreme proportions. I exhale and indescribable pleasure overcomes me as I ejaculate a small release of cum four inches or so onto my lower abdomen. But a quick flick of my wrist releases a second, more potent stream; this time a rope of cum shoots out and lands about eight inches up my belly. I raise my hips to aid the next release of cum. The sensation is fantastic as I watch my cock exploding and releasing its creamy white lava.

    My breathing stops again and my next shot, the third, is the greatest. The explosive force spurts the load of this discharge the furthest. It has landed on my chest. Still stroking and with another contraction deep inside another huge rope of cum explodes out of the tiny slit in my cock flying through the air and landing on my tummy leaving a trail of cum. At this moment my cock is the centre of the universe. Masturbation is my nirvana.

    Another spasm and another smaller burst of cum. My next squirt is much weaker and joins the pools of warm cum lying on my lower belly. My hand is still stroking up and down my shaft rolling over the ridge of my cock head. I guess fifteen seconds have passed but time seems to have stood still. Two or three more contractions as more semen seeps like lava from the head of a volcano.

    Just as I think it's all over another seizure hits me; my body tenses and the world freezes for a second or two. The next spasm is smaller and cum oozes out this time and runs down my cock head and over my fingers and thumb. Down the shaft it streams and starts a large cum pool at the base of my shaft. Oh so incredible. Another emission and another; no power now just warm viscous lava flowing down my cock and adding to the pool of creamy cum. All contractions are gone, my orgasm is over and I'm left with a wonderful sensation of contentment and satisfaction washing over my body.

    As I lie there recovering my senses, my erection begins to quickly subside and my cock lowers itself into the pool of cum at the base of my cock; almost as if by invitation. I look at the time and realise forty minutes have passed since I began, and it seems like ten.

    I lie here in absolute peace and contentment occasionally stroking my soaking wet cock, massaging my semen over my stomach and chest and occasionally I'll pick up a large pool in my fingers and lick it off with my tongue or suck it off. Even though I'm not fussed on the taste of cum, the thought of feeling the silky smooth semen in my mouth is a fitting end to my session.

    I just can't wait until tomorrow.
  6. Have I finally met him?

    I recently met up with a gentleman via doublelist who was looking for what I?ve been looking for for a very long time
    You see I?m older; mid 60s dad bod and married. I started ?experimenting? with like-minded guys when I was in my mid 40s. I started with giving blow jobs and moved on to kissing, fondling, and other pleasurable things 2 people can do together. The one thing I?d yearned for was to have someone take me anally

    I actually finally har that experience 3 times in those 20 plus years, but it was either using a condom or in 1 case, with a guy who?d had prostate surgery so he couldn?t cum.

    So now, with the person from doublelist, he?s into everything that I am and also loves to bareback! We did it for the 1st time a few weeks ago after a tentative 1st meeting at a local hardware store parking lot. He drove us around and we discussed what we were looking for and we agreeded to meet later, which we did

    Our first time together was nothing short of spectacular! We kissed and made out and when the time came, we got into position and he entered me from behind. He pumped in and out of me and it felt great! When he came, he laid on my back and slowly came away and laid beside me. I told him how much I enjoyed him and as we were in a somewhat 69 position, I playfully kissed and licked and fingered his softening cock

    We are determined to meet again, but since we are both married, scheduling is tricky. But I can wait
  7. In the Beginning - Part IV

    Morality has it place and uses and has served us well... and not so much. It serves to suppress our natural desires to have sex by mandating how we are allowed to have sex; who we can have it with; the conditions under which sex is allowable, i.e., only in a relationship and with fornication and homosexuality being moral sins, it served to keep us being about the business of... making babies which, at the time our morality came to be, made a lot of sense given the low life expectancy of humans in the early going.

    Like, I knew why I'd better not get my sister pregnant - birth defects and some that could be unimaginably horrible but the loophole I and others found was that sure - you could fuck your sister as long as you took great care not to impregnate her and the other loophole that became pretty obvious: Boys can't get each other pregnant. And understanding how our morality mindfucked us into believing that homosexual sex - and homosexuals - were the great evil because, again, two guys can have sex like it's going out of style and... no babies.

    And learning this and my first thought was, "It can't be that simple... can it?" when I was studying why people hated homosexuals so much and how we can believe something that I learned wasn't the whole truth of things. The sadness I sometimes feel to know that over thousands of years, we... haven't learned a damned thing. Those "what the fuck" moments I get seeing so many people making bisexuality into something other than what it literally is; I went to the doctor yesterday and on the form I had to fill out, they... wanted to know what my pronouns were.

    For someone who is an OG bisexual from way back in the day, I often can't believe the insanity that I see on almost a daily basis but, this, too, is a learning experience for me but it continues to make me yearn for the good old days when being able to have sex with a guy was... pretty damned easy and not all that complicated. Growing up and being active in a time where... there were no boundaries for those who didn't want to be all caught up in the ones that did exist and, again, served to control us. At this point, I'm not talking about the real and true abusers; I'm not talking about the guys who used force to get their male friends to have sex with them, but these things are part of the reality that makes us behave like children who are afraid of the dark and imaginary monsters under their bed... because, in truth, there's nothing... pretty about the pursuit of sex and no matter how much we try to romanticize and sugar coat it but that reality also said that not everything was abusive; not everything was forced and not everyone was a victim and incest... isn't really all that bad of a thing as long as no babies are conceived and those involved got involved because they wanted to and not because they were forced to.

    These are truths that I learned in the beginning and, again, they are truths that make a lot of people want to soil themselves because they believe in some stuff that isn't the whole truth when it comes to sex and sexuality and... what it means to be human and the sadness felt knowing that we continually and consistently fail to learn from history... and I'm the guy who has the nerve to put it all out there as I experienced and learned it by interacting with so many men and women from all walks of life.
    Inside My Bi Mind
  8. In the Beginning - Part III

    This, all by itself, taught me a lot about sex and sexuality; I learned that while parents guarded against siblings having sex with each other, they couldn't really stop it from happening and it was happening all around me and I bore witness to a lot of this behavior that very much played into discovering that having sex with boys and girls was the thing to do and was better than just relying on one or the other.

    While so many of my peers were afraid to have sex, well, I wasn't one of them. Getting into the teenaged years changed a lot of things for me but there were now plenty of guys who were just now being visited by puberty and it seemed to compel them to have sex with other guys and, well, I knew so much more than they did about it and didn't have any qualms about it.

    I'll say that things didn't get "iffy" and complicated until the adult years; I was still very much active as a bisexual and the events of the times pretty much made sure that I was getting plenty of dick and, sometimes, thanks to the women who were now of a mind to not give it up without putting a high price on it - but being aware that women were all for getting some pussy on the side because, well, because.

    A lot of social shit played into bisexuality in the 1970s and into the 1980s and there were guys who were curious about sex with men and those guys so desperate for sex that "breaking down" and having it with a dude was the only real recourse they had other than masturbating several times a day so for me, business was still very brisk and aided by now being in an open marriage that I didn't want to be in but I was determined to make the best of and reveling in having sex with both men and women openly even in the continued angst over homosexuality.

    I tend to say that it's not so much what I did growing up but what I learned from it that made the biggest difference in my bisexuality and by the time I was a legal adult, I had a very good grip and picture of sex and sexuality although being "in the middle of things" was often met with derision - yeah, that being greedy nonsense and other such falsehoods uttered by people who didn't understand sex the way I learned to understand it and then having problems with sex that I... just didn't have. Being able to introduce so many grown men to the joys of getting some dick was fun but also taught me a great deal about... men and how easily we can justify doing something that morality says we should never do. Learning their fears and learning how to get them to set those fears aside so that they could experience, see, and learn the things I learned as a child who wound up being introduced to sex in some pretty interesting and fulfilling ways.

    I never claim to be an expert in male bisexuality but... I know a lot about it; I made it my mission to know about it even if only to better understand how bisexuality plays such an important role in my life as a whole while getting to learn about other men and women who were either old hands at being bisexual or were only now finding out that there is such a thing as going both ways... and it can be very damned good, too.

    I maintain that 80% of what I learned about sex and sexuality was learned before I was 16 and learning in ways that I knew would and could make a lot of people... shit themselves but that's because, again, they didn't understand sex the way I was learning to understand it... and enjoying it.
    Inside My Bi Mind
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