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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Jerking off? Called masturbation? Shit... I didn't have to be horny to do that - I could do it anytime! Not always anywhere so much but, yeah; sitting in my room bored and nothing to do? Jerk off! Lick the evidence off of my fingers! That was still kinda weird but it still tasted pretty good. And, yeah, it was even better when I had a brother and a sister who'd want to do it with me. It was energizing to have my sister roll up on me and say, "I'm horny and I need some dick and I need my pussy licked..." or to be lying in bed at night, sound asleep, but wake up to my brother sucking on my dick and whispering that he wanted to do it.

Being horny, if nothing else, was the sign that said you need to have sex and I was very fortunate to have a lot of outlets for having sex and I was learning that you really didn't have to be horny to want to have sex. Sitting around and there was nothing to do or nothing whoever you were with wanted to do? Let's do the nasty because doing it was a whole lot of fun and it didn't matter to me who I was doing it with; at least when it was with another boy, I could lie down and he could stick it in me and fuck me until he shot his jizz in my butt - then I could do the same thing to him. Having sex could get you into trouble and just like the adults said but when I was horny, doing something about it was well worth getting into trouble for doing something that all the adults insisted that we didn't - and shouldn't - know anything about.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Found out the hard way what happens when you get too horny and you don't do anything about it; when I suffered my first case of blue balls - which came out of nowhere in my mind - it took a girl to tell me that I had blue balls and she, um, took care of that for me and in spectacular fashion. After we got done doing it, she said that she was impressed by how much jizz I shot into her mouth and pussy and asked if I was ready to do it again like that.

I tried but it didn't work like it did the first time but I learned something: When your balls start hurting, either jerk off or find someone to have sex with so you can shoot because if you don't, it's gonna keep hurting until you do! Yeah... let's not go through that again. Still, this horny thing wasn't all that bad... when I could do something about it but I learned that you can get horny sitting in school or, really, anywhere and it seemed to me that I'd get really horny every time I was somewhere I couldn't do anything about it.

Once I learned to recognize the symptoms of being horny in myself, it was almost easy to see it in my friends; if they were jumpy, edgy, irritable or looking like something was hurting, I'd ask them if they wanted to do it and tell them that if we did it, they'd feel better - and even with the girls although some of them would be displaying signs of being very horny but wouldn't admit it, let alone want to do it.

What I wanted and needed to know was why being horny happened in the first place and, to be honest, I don't remember what or who pointed me in the right direction to find out but, at the time, almost everything I wanted to know about genitals was found in a medical dictionary/encyclopedia that, believe it or not, my mother - the nurse - gave me when she had gotten a new one. For me, that thick, green book was like the bible and once I started looking up penises and vaginas, I was directed to other parts of the book that taught me the science behind doing the nasty... and being horny. Not only did I know what to do when I or any of my friends were horny, I was learning why we'd get horny.

Being armed with all this information made being horny even more exciting and the sex thing? I was beginning to understand it - well, as much as an 11-year-old could and even a smart one like me. I hadn't even discovered the word "bisexual" at this point and being honest I was so busy having fun jerking off and having sex with the guys and gals to even imagine that there was a word that described what I was very much into. What I did know was whenever I got horny, there were two things to do: I could either spend a lot of time jerking off until I wasn't horny anymore or I could find any of my friends and do the nasty with them and if I did that and I was still horny, well, just do it again and keep doing it until I didn't feel that way.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]After the first lick I kinda gagged but I kept going; my jizz tasted kinda salty but kinda sweet, too; kinda like eating some Cream of Wheat but not really. I felt like I was going to throw up but I didn't - I hated throwing up so I had to concentrate on not doing it and I was so focused on not throwing it all back up that I didn't really notice that there was no more jizz on my hand and fingers.

Despite that earlier gagging, hmm - that didn't taste bad at all; my keen mind put things together so that I could see why some of my friends liked tasting my jizz and some of them didn't. I remember going to wash my hands anyway - jizz is very sticky - and I thought that if my parents were trying to find out if I was shooting jizz, well, they couldn't find out if I was making it disappear, could they? No using too much toilet paper and maybe they'd stopped checking my sheets, underwear, and socks - still couldn't figure that one out although, oh, maybe a month later, some of my friends told me that when they got horny and couldn't do it to somebody, they'd jerk off and do it inside of their socks.

Oh... so [B]that's[/B]​ why my parents were paying so much attention to my socks![/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I was feeling even better than before... but not completely so but how I was feeling got... ignored when my friend told me to roll over onto my belly so he could stick it in and do it to me and I rolled over so fast I got dizzy - then sighed happily to feel his dick go in me and then, a little later, felt it twitching again. We traded places and I stuck it in him, did all that moving around, got hit with the funny feeling and now I was very aware of my dick twitching and it felt so good...

And after I pulled it out, I felt like myself again.

"You were horny," my friend said. "I know we did it but that first thing I showed you? It's called jerking off and you can do it when you feel like you did but there's no one around you can do it to - ain't that cool?"

Indeed it was! That was the day I learned how to masturbate and I spent two days playing with my dick - and just because I could - until it would start twitching and making me feel pretty good. As things turned out, on the third day after being taught how to jerk off, that's when I was doing it to my "girlfriend" and the funny feeling got so... intense and scary that I thought I was dying - and found out that I had done something special and important: I was now shooting the baby-making stuff!

Being able to do that, as it turned out, made me horny... a lot. If I wasn't playing with my dick - and I found out that now when I did that, whew - a lot of baby-making stuff would shoot out and my mind just "figured out" what that twitching was - shit, who knew? I was already getting into doing the nasty with both boys and girls but now that I was shooting the jizz - that's what I'd heard the grown up men calling it - it made me want to do it even more than before. It didn't seem to make a difference if it was sucking or fucking or even being fucked: When I was horny - what a strange word - just being able to make myself shoot jizz felt wonderful and it felt even better when I was doing it with someone else.

I didn't really understand it then but I'd eventually figure out that being horny - and the feeling itself - was pretty addictive and it always made me want to do it or to have one of the guys do it to me... and I was still spending a lot of time making myself shoot jizz and so much that I kinda almost got into trouble because my parents were noticing that a lot of toilet paper was being used up - oops! To be honest, I think they both knew what was happening to the toilet paper but neither of them said anything to me but it created a dilemma for me:

I could make my dick shoot jizz... and it was messy... but what to do after I shot it? I sensed that my parents were looking for any evidence that I was shooting jizz now - really looking at my sheets and even my socks, which didn't make sense to me but I wasn't sure what would happen but I knew I wasn't going to like it if they found evidence that I was shooting sperm now so I did the only thing I could think off:

I'd lick it off of my hand and fingers... and, oh, my goodness: Wasn't that an interesting taste? I remember the first time I did it; there was a lot of the stuff on my fingers and, um, kinda all over me; I had scooped it up - and as best I could - and now I've got it all over my fingers and I'm sitting there looking at it and still thinking about what to do with it and, no: It just did not occur to me to just go to the bathroom and wash my hands. I'd guess that something in my head said, "Fuck it - just go ahead and taste it because you know you want to..." and, yeah, I was very curious why the guys and gals who'd suck me until I shot jizz in their mouth either liked it or didn't so before I could chicken out, I just started licking my jizz off my hand and fingers.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I vividly remember the first time I was horny. I woke up that day feeling... edgy and jumpy; almost everything was making me mad or I'd feel sad - I didn't know what was going on but I knew I didn't like it and I wasn't going to mention it to my parents but I guess they noticed I wasn't quite myself and ordered me to stay inside - which also meant that one of our neighbors in our apartment building would be in and out to keep an eye on me.

Bummer. The good part was I could have company and, indeed, one of my friends came to the apartment looking for me because I wasn't outside. I told him I wasn't grounded but I couldn't go out and even he noticed that I wasn't myself and asked me what was wrong... and I couldn't explain it and I remember kinda not being able to stand still while I was failing at telling him what was wrong with me.

Then he asked, "Is your dick hard?"

I actually looked to see if it was and, damn - it was! He saw it, smiled, and said, "Let me show you something..."

My friend took his pants and underwear off and started playing with his dick with his fingers until it got hard... and kept right on playing with it until he was breathing hard, almost fell down a couple of times, then as I watch, I could see his dick twitching and when it stopped twitching, he stopped playing with it. What just happened?

"You try it - it'll make you feel better," he said. So I tried it and did my best to mimic what I had seen him do and before too long, that "funny feeling" I had associated with doing the nasty jumped all over me and so hard that I barely noticed that my dick was twitching just like my friend's had done.

And I felt better! Well, kinda. The two of us are standing in the middle of my room, naked from the waist down and both of our dicks were still hard; we looked at each other, looked down at each other's dick... and wound up in my bed and we were doing that "new" thing all of us had learned that allowed us to suck each other's dick at the same time. More funny feeling and I liked feeling a guy's dick doing that twitching in my mouth as I sucked it but, strangely, only just then noticing that my dick would twitch when somebody had my dick in their mouth - well, more like remembering.
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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]The other day - and in response to the topic about Black cock - I kinda lost my cool and got to raving about my thoughts and feelings about it and for that, I am publicly apologizing to everyone here and anyone who my comment may have offended. I don't usually get so... pissy about this topic but, yeah, sometimes I do. I was raised to not look at or judge people by the color of their skin - ever. Look at what makes someone who they are and it's something I've never waivered from because I see the sense in it.

But I know how people can be about sex - and being funny about it doesn't come close to covering it. I have spent a large part of my bisexual life having sex with anyone - male and/or female - and race has not been a consideration in my mind... but I've also been either pursued or rejected out of hand because of the color of my skin - and that includes being rejected by my "own people."

It's a right and even a preference for many but the question I have always asked is why this should make a difference? I know the all about the hype and mystique involved and I know about the horror stories, too, and I'm sorry - that shit just pisses me the fuck off and, yeah, sometimes, I let my being pissed be known. I've sadly spent a lot of my life being dissed, disliked, and even hated because of the color of my skin and, well, you just get tired of it and I try not to let that get the best of me and like it did in my comments...

And I can't apologize enough for that. I said it and I meant it but I'm grown up and man enough to apologize to anyone I may have offended but I know and have learned that what really makes someone attractive - and attractive enough to have sex with - isn't always on the outside; it's not about the hype, myths, stereotypes or even the many horror stories I've heard. It's differences that out of necessity makes no difference to me... and I do recognize and respect that for others, it does make a difference.

It just rubs me the wrong way sometimes... so I felt the need to apologize.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[QUOTE=Warren63;345367]I regret the opportunities I was scared to take advantage of. An older cousin got me on my knees and lowered his pants, he got his cock all the way in my mouth ,and I wrapped my lips around it. He started sliding it in ,out, I got scared jumped up and took off . Had a close friend down the street. Whenever his parents went out I would stay with him. We would start jerking off and eventually started playing with each others dicks . His cock had me mesmerized, but I never got the courage to put it in my mouth. I regret that the rest of my life he could of had my mouth and eventually my ass if I'd had the nerve! Fucked many women ,eaten lots of pussy, still wish I'd been Mikes slut. Hoping to suck one soon.[/QUOTE]

I was in a bar and hooked up with a cute woman who turned out to be a CD / T. When we got to her place, I groped her and discovered her dick. WOW. I was surprised. As I now remember, it was beautiful. I was so surprised and unprepared, I left. Now I wish I had stayed and enjoyed. I was not out about my Bi / Gay feelings then. Woulda, coulda, shoulda. Have never been with a T but would like to. Just don't know how to meet up...

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]While I understand our... innate need to be able to define things, well, that's just how it's always been: We have to call something... something and, yeah, we can be so contentious that we can look at the same thing at the same time and not agree on what it is we're looking at. Straight, bi, and gay, at the root of things, really don't mean anything... but the sex does. It's not what you do; not why you do it; not even really about who you're doing it with... but you're doing it just the same. It's just that for some of us, it makes no sense not to be able to enjoy sex and in the ways it can be enjoyed whether it's boy/girl, boy/boy, girl/girl, and yes - all of the above.

If you think it's different, it's always going to be different and, um, if you don't think it's all that different, then it won't be all that different and whatever you wanna call it - straight, bi, or gay - loses something in the translation because no matter what you wanna call it or how you do it... or who you do it with, it's still sex.

And who doesn't like having sex? Preferred ways and all that? Sure - just makes sense but I've always wondered, even rhetorically, why people just don't prefer to have sex first and foremost? I know the answer but, still, it doesn't matter whether the dick is big or little; it can be sucked and it can go into an ass. The person it's attached to? Lots of preferences here but why not prefer that someone is agreeable to having sex with you? Yeah, I know - that whole attraction thing but you know what? I found out that, at best, it's overrated because some of the best sex I've ever had has been with people who others would find physically unattractive and even generally speaking.

Even with these... differences being in play, it's still all the same to me: It's sex. They cum. I cum. Bob's your uncle and all that. Even without the cumming part, it's still intimate and two people doing what nature has programmed into all of us: The need and ability to have sex.[/SIZE][/FONT]