KDaddy23

I'd sat down one day and figured that between the ages of 8 and 18 - when I became a legal adult - I'd learned 80% of what I know about sex. Breaking it down, I learned 100% of what I know about sex with a guy. I saw that I experienced... rapid sexual growth, to coin a term. A girl taught me how to fuck her during my 8th birthday party; I sucked my first dick and "got fucked" when I was 9; I ate my first pussy - my sister's - at 10. At the time I was thinking about all of this, I could remember the exact dates of these events and did some "math" and realized that, by age number, all of this took two years to come to pass but, eh, it was more like 1.5 years and based upon when my birthday is.

But sticking with age as a "focal point," between 9 and 10... I had a lot of sex and most of it with boys and with girls a very close second and I recalled that in my neighborhood, there were more boys than girls but I felt the difference was plus or minus five given how many families either moved into the neighborhood or left it. When I saw that the day after my first dick experience had gave me a very bad case of "kid in a candy store," oh, my - I was so embarrassed! I wasn't the only one, mind you, but in today's terms I was a cock whore and a very easy slut for any guy with a dick, my age or older.

It's one thing to know what you did and another to own up to what you did. When I was "reviewing" all of this, one of the first things I noticed about how I felt about how I learned (a) about sex and (b) to be bisexual, I found that I had no shame about it. No guilt. No regrets. Even though I committed "every sin that could be committed" in those early days. I saw that I had little in the way of inhibitions or fears other than getting caught - but when I did get caught, it didn't change anything. Still, I saw that the "sex bug" had bitten me really hard and even though there was always "something in my head" telling me not to have sex with someone, it was so exciting and an early intellectual puzzle for me that "said" that to not do it, well, it didn't make sense and it was worth the risk of getting into trouble.

One of the reasons why I took such a in-depth look at my history and behaviors was running into a guy who had similar beginnings but the difference between the two of us was that he was wracked with guilt, regret, and remorse and... I wasn't. He, too, had had sex with his brothers and sisters; his first experience with dick was with an adult and while I'd gotten started at 8, his first pussy was at 9, followed by getting dick at 10 - minor differences, I'd say. Yet, we grew up in different parts of the city - me on the west side, him on the east side.

I had spent a couple of weeks talking to him and I understood how he felt and more so when I knew I should have felt the same way and it was funny because we both thought that maybe there was something wrong with us but while I had realized that there was nothing "wrong" with me in that sense, man, this guy was plagued by guilt and had mentioned that he had considered suicide for breaking all of God's rules and laws and said that he felt that this would be the only way to atone for his sins.