KDaddy23

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I write a lot about those early and formative years of my life as a bisexual male because growing up with it isn't quite the same as finding out about it somewhere down the road although I suppose that had I not been an "early adopter," I probably would have eventually wound up having sex with guys.

I just don't know what it's really like to not have sex with guys. From the very first moment, it consumed me; I couldn't get enough of it; it was so terribly exciting for a guy - or more than one - and myself to get together wherever we could, get our dicks out, and have a field day sucking and fucking each other.

So very naughty; probably the one thing that I - and the others - realized that would get us into the most trouble and painfully so. Having sex with girls, well, in today's terms, it was da shit and more so once I learned about eating pussy and while girls were understandably funny about giving it up to us guys, yeah... I had an advantage few of my peers had! My kid logic suggested that if I could suck a dick and it would be wonderful and heavenly, kissing and licking a girl's "kitty" couldn't be that bad... and it wasn't. Still, with girls being very leery of getting their cherry popped and getting into trouble - read this as getting pregnant - while other guys would futility chase girls and come away empty handed - and with blue balls - guys like me knew for a fact that if a girl didn't want to do it, there would always be a guy who'd want to.

I can't begin to explain the impact it had on me, to pretty much get tossed into the world of sex and from both sides of the coin. Better than waking up on Christmas morning and finding a load of toys and stuff under the tree. While a lot of my peers obeyed parental orders and threats to avoid sex at all costs, well, not all of us did and that just made getting together and doing some sucking and fucking even better - and that was before I busted a nut for the first time.

The games we played just seemed to incorporate sex. We'd play Army or Cowboys and Indians and while we'd often fuss about whether or not we were "shot and killed" by the guy/girl who was standing right next to us, the best part of those games were getting captured and tortured for information, you know, like having your male interrogator fucking his prick into your mouth or butt was all that torturous and, of course, whoever was a prisoner wasn't going to give up any information because if that happened, the torture would stop... or it was supposed to. Yeah, um, well, none of us knew about the Geneva Accords anyway.[/SIZE][/FONT]