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It's how I became bisexual and, of course, how I learned of the many ways to have sex and to enjoy it. Why does something that everyone says is so bad feel so good? This is the question I asked myself after getting dick for the first time and the answer is: It feels good because it's supposed to feel good because it's sex. Getting to have sex with guys, I learned from the beginning, was way easier than trying to talk a girl into it and I had learned why it was so hard. Okay. If you don't want to, I always knew a guy who would want to.

I didn't much care who the guy was until, of course, I'd learn that there are some guys you should never have sex with... but that's the way that goes, too. I learned why girls/women were funny about having sex because I was learning the same thing having sex with guys: Some guys are just total assholes; they're inconsiderate when their dick gets hard; some think they're entitled to have sex with you and you're never supposed to say no to them and, basically, they don't give a shit about you as a person.

I saw that I had made an important decision: I could be like everyone else and be afraid to have sex or... not be afraid. Take the good with the bad and learn from the bad. And keep learning because being bisexual was so very different from being straight or gay. I have a lifetime of experience being bisexual and I've always been a fast learner. I learned "the basics" of sex in a stupidly short period of time and, yeah, that's kinda embarrassing since I would do shit then that I wouldn't do today... but I did it; none of it can be changed and I had fun doing it - all of it. I learned from them so that I could be 100% comfortable about being bisexual and how I got to be this way was nothing to be guilty over or ashamed of. It's just how it can happen.

Both my sister and brother are dead now but if they were alive and asked me to have sex with them, I wouldn't think twice about it and not just because we were intimate before; if they didn't mind, why should I mind? And if no one minds, should it really matter?

This is what experience taught me and I stand by it. All of it. No guilt, no shame, no regrets or remorse. Does that make me a bad person? Some might say it does but at the end of any day, it's not about what they think or say... but what I think and say and, yeah, if I'm going to hell when I die, oh, well - I made sure I got my "money's worth" paying for my ticket - and I won't be the only one there so I'll be in good company.

"You're way smarter than I am," he said.

"Being smart helped but it doesn't take being smart to understand some stuff about sex and what people will do in order to have it," I said. "This isn't so much about what you did and who you did it with; it's deciding for yourself if feeling guilty and ashamed makes any damned sense - and you don't have to be smart to figure this out but you do have to accept some truths about it, too."

I don't know if he ever got over his shame and guilt but my involvement with him had me thinking about everything from the beginning to that moment in my life. I got a crash course in sex; I learned so much about it and before most kids did and especially the ones who had their first sexual experience at 16 or thereabouts. One of the things that made me popular was what I knew about sex and how to have sex... because I learned the majority of it before I was an adult and had a pretty good grip on things when I was 13. I had told him that morality says what it does about this... but real life doesn't give a fuck about morality and neither does human nature.

My curiosity drove me to learn everything I could about sex and why we did and, yeah, why we would and could break the rules that prohibits a lot of sex. I knew why I'd better not get my sister pregnant and it wasn't all about my mother killing me - birth defects. I couldn't foist that on my sister because I loved her although she had said that if I knocked her up, she had plenty of guys she could blame it on. By the way, her boyfriend knocked her up a week after we had this conversation. I had asked her why she still wanted to have sex with me since she was in love with him and she said, "You're just better at it and I love you more than I love him... and you are a pussy eating fiend." Well, she turned me into one and I saw that, in a way, it was better that I learned about this with her than with some other girl who... wouldn't care. That my sister and I had sex after finding out that a boy putting his mouth on a girl's pussy felt really damned good... just made sense to the both of us or, as she said when she came to me and asked if I'd fuck her, "We might as well go all the way since we're having oral sex, right?"

I couldn't disagree. About as wrong as it gets and it wasn't that I didn't care about that; it was that I didn't feel guilty about it. My sister and I had "one for old times sake" when we were much older and it was special. Of course, I asked her why and she said that the men she'd been having sex with didn't really give a fuck about her like I did back in the day and she was horny and said that it didn't make sense to go looking for a guy when I was sitting right there talking to her. She said, "I know that you will make double damned sure that I get satisfied."

She was right. I felt no guilt or shame over it. It's just what men and women do and, well, what people do. Period. Real life doesn't care about morality and that's the biggest lesson that I learned and, in my review of things, I opined that I felt no guilt or shame because I "intuitively knew" this. It was sex and sex was good even when you were "bad" doing it.

And I had vowed, way before I was a legal adult, to not feel guilt over something I wanted to do.

I had that near insatiable curiosity about sex and sexuality; he didn't so much. He just accepted his sexual role with males and he had admitted that while he had a lot of the same questions I did, he felt too guilty to find them. Me, on the other hand, I absorbed EVERYTHING I could learn about sex and sexuality so I wound up having a lot of book learning to go with the sexual experiences I was gleefully having.

He felt very guilty about sucking adult dicks; I didn't. I asked if he felt... molested in any way and he said that he didn't but where he lived, there were a lot of adult males who wanted young boys to blow them; I asked he felt that those men were pedophiles and he said that he hadn't thought that way but as he told me about life on his side of town, there were a lot of men who were under what we identified as social stresses - being unemployed, under employed, drank a lot, and had women who often refused to have sex with them.

When he asked me the same question about being molested and abused, I told him that I never felt that way since, sometimes, when an adult wanted sex with me, I would say no and nothing happened. It was just that I wasn't of a mind to say no a whole lot, which made him laugh and say, "You were way more into it than I was!"

Yeah, I seriously was. I liked sucking dick and swallowing cum more than I did being fucked but, sure, come on and stick it in and cream me. I realized that because I had adults "training" my ass, it made it way easier to take my friends' dicks in me. He'd said the same thing but the difference here was the adults who fucked him didn't take much care not to injure him while "my guys" took every precaution not to injure me. I learned how to deep throat on an adult with a small dick - maybe 4" when hard, which made it a piece of cake doing that to my friends.

His brothers made him take them deep and if he gagged, oh, well. I felt that his brothers were more "abusive" with him because if he said no to him, he usually got beaten up or faced the threat of it. He was surprised that me and my brother were still having sex as adults and I told him that every time we talked about stopping, it didn't "make sense" for us to stop. I did tell him about our mother catching us but I didn't get beaten and like I had expected to; he told me that he felt that his parents knew what was going on with his brothers and sisters and didn't say or do anything to stop it.

He had asked me, "What do I have to do to stop feeling guilty and ashamed?"

I told him that he had to be able to understand some stuff about sex - the real stuff and not the stuff we were told. I said that it happens and it's also pretty common, too, but I also pointed out to him that it didn't make sense to be guilty over something that happened a long time ago. I had asked him to be totally honest with me: Despite everything, did he like having sex? He had to really think about that but finally said that he did. I said, "If you keep holding onto the guilt, it's never going to leave. I know that I should feel seriously guilty... but I don't because I learned some stuff about sex that we are never taught or were told was bad, evil, and nasty. When I'd have sex with my sister, it wasn't any different from having sex with the girl next door (except my sister was way better at it); she was a girl just like my sister was... except it was my sister. I'd have sex with my brother and it was just like having sex wtih any other guy, my age or older. It wasn't always a good experience with some guys but that's just the way it is and, for me, it's not so much what I did but what I learned from what I did."

I learned that his older brothers had, upon finding out that he'd had sex with an adult, kind of "blackmailed" him into having sex with them and, I thought, what was what turned him into a bottom; he had said that he was almost always sucking them off and being fucked by them when, by comparison, my sexual relationship with my brother - and a few other male relatives - was more in the versatile way of things. He'd asked if I "made" my brother get into it and I said that I hadn't and, in fact, I didn't want to but he kept bugging me about it and I caved in; we both allowed that little brothers were a pain in the ass.

This extensive conversation with him had me really looking at how I became experienced and, importantly, great insight into my bisexuality. To me, being able to have sex with guys and gals just felt right where this guy felt all kinds of bad about having sex with guys but, at the same time, he rarely said no and admitted that he liked sucking dick and being fucked but, as I had learned, what made this bad was the guy we might be with. I would compare my feelings about being bisexual to the "main" gay dude in our group who was all about being a bottom and getting all the dick he could get but he also emotionally liked guys where, as far as I knew, I wasn't.

It would be decades later when I would realize that there were some guys I was very emotional with and before I had a real boyfriend. You live and learn and while so many of us believe that the past should stay in the past, being able to look back at my past lent itself to my being able to be totally comfortable being bisexual. While this guy got conscripted into sex with males and bisexuality because he was having sex with females (mostly his sisters), I... dove right into the deep end of the pool and with a lot of embarrassing gusto. He had to learn how to enjoy sex and I didn't so much; from that first time learning that my ding-dong could go inside of a girl, wow, man, did that ever feel weird but really good or what?

He busted his first nut being sucked by one of his brothers; I busted mine with my "girlfriend" and we both laughed over thinking that we were dying. We were so much alike but so very different in how we looked at sex and sexuality. His sisters made him eat their pussies; my sister invited me to because she wanted to know why I wasn't supposed to; one day, I asked her why she wanted me to eat her and she said that she felt that she could trust me more than other other guys trying to get into her panties. I suspected that our mother told her not to let a boy do that to her and like she'd told me to not let a girl put my penis into her mouth.

Oops. Too late, mom.

We'd had sex which, of course, what had brought us together but after we did, that's when he revealed how he became sexually experienced and I could do no less than to "come clean" as well. I found our similarities to be fascinating and since we were born a week a part - him a week after me - that we grew up in the exact same era, in the same city, but had very similar sexual beginnings told me a lot more about those early days of discovery and exploration of the sex thing I found to be terribly wonderful but adults at the time went out of our way to dissuade us from ever having sex until we were 21 - the legal age of adulthood at the time.

Because I was able to be "out and about" in the city before he was able to, I had learned that there were so many boys who wanted to have sex with boys and some of them also had similar beginnings to my own and the one "glaring" difference was those kids were... white. I had thought it was only us black kids but, duh, there was a white family with sons and a daughter who were all into the sex like we were but branching out in the city had taught me that sex was... everywhere. And there were more boys who wanted to have sex than girls.

Jesus... I got a lot of dick and gave a lot of it. If a guy - any guy - wanted to have sex with me, I never said no and even when, a few times, I realized late that I should have but as my mother taught, if you make a mistake, learn from it and I sure as hell did. The guy I ran into echoed these experiences but, again, was carrying so much guilt and shame and he wanted to know why I didn't and... I couldn't answer him except to say that I just didn't feel that way or, if I did, I "ignored" it or something.

While I grew up to be versatile, he grew up as a bottom; he wasn't gay but he felt that his role when having sex with a guy was to always be the girl and, as I would learn from what he told me, it was the role he got "conscripted" into and didn't really have a choice. When we'd had sex, we had sucked each other off and I fucked him; round two got going with more oral but this time, I wanted his dick in my ass and he said, "But I'm not supposed to do that!" Which got him telling me how the males he had sex with "made" him be the girl in everything and I would think that this was a big part of the guilt he carried. The other part was about how his sisters, who were older, used him for sex but not in a forceful way but since he knew that this wasn't supposed to happen, yeah, the guilt and shame of it laid heavily upon him.

When he asked if I'd felt the same about having sex with my sister, I told him that I didn't; the only thing I was afraid of was our mother catching us. I'd told him what my sister said one day when were fucking and over a big concern I had: As long as you don't get me pregnant, I don't see what the problem is. I told him that I realized that she was right and that the only difference between her and the other girls I was having sex with was... she was my sister. If she wasn't worried about it, then I shouldn't worry about it. I did but I felt no guilt about it.

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.

the next day i went to his house and he was just wearing a robe he open it up and said on your knees and suck me i got down and got him hard it was 8 inchs thick then he said get naked and lay across that padded table he tied me over the table ass up he smaked my bare ass 4 or 5 times before he started fucking my asshole he lubed my holee and started in i could feel my anus opening up it hurt a little then it got good i was working my ass and he was going balls deep after 20 minutes or so he filled my ass full and pulled out then i heard his door bell he laughed and said get ready for a nother big cock in that hot asshole of yours the guy was a big black man i knew who worked for ups he had a good 8 inchs and was thicker by the time he was done i was gaped like a whore after he left i said untie mehe said when i get done i will your ass is still mime bitch thats when he whipped my ass with a leather strap when he got done my ass was red and then he untied me and let me clean up but the i really enjoyed it but did not tell him at the time when i was leaving he said come over next week again if you want some more fun and i did go back 3 times after thatthen it was time to move on

after my wife passed away and i got fucked by a man i really liked to be fucked but i also liked to sub sometimeswe had done bdsm a lot the last 5 years she was alive and i was the sub so i did some bdsm with men and women my wifes uncle was talking to me one day at walmart and said come over to the house and lets have some fun i heard you bdsm with a man i said from who he said your cousin freddy you know i am discreet so why dont you come over tomorrow and let me have some fun with youso i said okay what time he said one okay and i said alright one and then we parted company like