KDaddy23

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Those early years made me into the bisexual I am today. Not just all of the sex but being able to come in contact with so many men and women who were just like me, not just here but in the many other places I was able to travel to around the world.

It's quite interesting to find yourself engaged in a 69 with a Japanese guy... and neither of you speak each other's language well or at all. When I was in the service, we went to Osaka for some exercise or something and I'd been walking around and taking in the sights as pretty much eating everything I could find to eat. I'd gone to a noodle place one of the guys on base told me about and as I sat there slurping noodles and acting like a tourist, this very unassuming Japanese guy sat next to me at the counter and ordered something; he had looked my way and kinda bowed and I had as well; years of studying judo had indoctrinated me in things Japanese. We're both slurping away and looking at each other and even laughing when he turned to me, pointed at himself, pointed at me, and gave what I'd call the universal sign for a blow job!

Wait, what? They knew about that over here? I repeated the sign and he just nodded so I nodded as well. He said something I didn't understand to the counter man - which turned out to be asking for his check and mine - paid both bills, gave me another close look and nodded; I took that to mean he was asking me if I was sure I wanted to do this so I nodded. He gave another universal sign - a nod of his head that meant, "Follow me." I was worried about winding up in a part of town I didn't know anything about but we only went like a couple of blocks. I followed him into the Japanese equivalent of an apartment building - and if you've never been to Japan, you probably wouldn't believe how small everything is compared to things here at home.

Once inside (and, yes, I knew to take off my shoes), we kinda looked at each other for a moment; he pointed to my crotch and I just "knew" what that meant so I unfastened my pants and stepped out of them. His face lit up with a smile I won't forget then got out of his pants and waved for me to follow him to his bedroom and once inside, I learned that I didn't have to speak Japanese - and he didn't have to speak English - for us to spend some time sucking each other off until we'd worn each other out.

Got cleaned up and redressed and I was ready to head back to the base. We looked at each other and we both bowed and he even shook my hand (didn't know they did that here) and I was on my way back and completely culture-shocked again. We were culturally different as night and day... but we did speak a similar language that didn't need to be spoken. Oh, and no - Japanese spunk doesn't taste like fish; his sperm had a nice, clean and even sweet taste to it.

The lessons never stopped and I continue to learn a lot of stuff about being male and bisexual because as I had also learned, just when you think you've got it down pat, that's when you find out that you don't and there's something else to be learned and understood.

I have zero regrets about any of it because if there was one thing I really learned, it's that being bisexual is just as normal as being straight or gay is - and a lot more fun.[/SIZE][/FONT]