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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]A lot of guys I knew got turned onto dick via the "I" word; later in life and when I'd think back to those days, I realized that it was so commonplace that it wasn't seen as being "abnormal." When we weren't having sex with each other, we'd talk about who else we were doing it to (or who was doing it to us) and finding out that some of the guys with siblings were having a field day having sex with them.

A couple of them had much older brothers - teenagers, who were ancient to us - and because they would often see them naked and getting a eyeful of their "gigantic" dicks, they'd often talk about wanting their big brother to do it to them or, at the least, let them suck their dick. One guy said that he was sure his big bro wanted to do something but wasn't making a move - and the rest of us would ooh and aah and even say how lucky he was. I don't remember if it actually happened for him but if any of us were really feeling bad about having sex with our siblings/other relatives, that kinda went away because, well, pretty much all of us were very interested in it.

You just don't feel bad about it when you know you're not the only one.

A few guys were very familiar with their father's dick - we thought those guys were really cool. There were three guys who "cut their teeth" sucking their dad's cock and getting their ass broken in with it... and there were a few more who'd often tell the rest of us that they wanted their daddy's dick really bad but didn't know how to get him to give it to them. Even I had seen my father's cock more than a few times - that man had no modesty whatsoever and, yeah, I'd often daydream about having his dick in my mouth or feeling it being squeezed into my butt and if nothing else, it made for some good imagery to jerk off to.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Putting space between kids? Great idea... doesn't always work. Even as I kid, I knew that there was no way in hell my parents - or any parents - could watch us 24/7. For the longest time, my siblings and I slept in the same room with each other and even when we finally moved to a place where my brother and I shared a room - and my sisters shared a room - well, that didn't stop anything from happening. We knew what kind of trouble we could get into and we all felt that it was worth it. I knew my sisters were doing each other because I'd seen them going at each other and, obviously, me and my brother were doing it to each other every chance we got... which was pretty much every day most of the time. If nothing else, it was convenient and it was a bond that we shared with each other even when we'd fight like cats and dogs.

Sigh. It's not supposed to happen. It doesn't always happen... but it does happen. Maybe just once. Maybe more than once. If parents don't intervene, the kids are usually the ones to call a halt to things at some point... and sometimes, they don't and even into adulthood. Brothers and sisters see each other naked sometimes and they spend a lot of time together; almost everyone has that favorite cousin who is like a brother or sister to them and if you think they're not talking about sex, well, wake up and smell the coffee. If you think that brothers and sisters don't see each other growing up and developing, well, they do... and if you think that they're not going to, at the very least, think about having sex with each other, well, you're pretty clueless, I hate to tell you.

Maybe they won't... and maybe they will. It's illegal and immoral and I can tell you for a fact that it has [B]never[/B] stopped it from happening. Some get caught and punished... and some never do. You can be totally against such behavior but it doesn't ever change the fact that it happens. That's just the way it is and the way it has always been. Really... if you are religious and you know about Adam and Eve and all the trouble they got into, have you ever asked yourself where all the other people came from if, in fact, the only woman in the world was Eve? And I'm not the only one who has ever questioned this and I've heard others talk about Lilith but there is no reference to her in the bible anywhere that I've seen - if she existed, um, where did she come from when, again, Eve was the only woman on the planet?

This is a very touchy subject and one people don't really wanna talk about. Many of us discovered sex and sexuality this way and many of us do, in fact, act as if it never happened - that should tell you how weird we behave about sex and in this context... and I am the guy who has the nerve to say something about the whole incest thing.

And, finally, there's this: Just because it's something you didn't experience never means that no one else didn't or that they shouldn't have.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]My cousins? My male cousin and I had sex with each other for months before it just stopped pretty much on its own and, honestly, the game we'd play so we could do it had long since gotten on my nerves. My female cousin, oh, my god - she was (and still is) beautiful and I was so in love with her so when she asked me if I wanted to have sex with her, I didn't hesitate. The funny thing is that she really wanted to have sex with the cousin I'd been having sex with - but he kept refusing her (the dummy) and, as she told me, "I somehow knew that you wouldn't say no..."

Here's the thing I figured out: If I - and others - were having sex via incest, when I became a parent, it was very possible that my kids were gonna check out sex this way, too. Shit! But I also realized, being the very smart kid that I was, that incest has always happened and that's why there were rules and laws against it and I knew, for a fact, that those rules and laws really didn't stop anyone from doing it - and it's only illegal if you get caught. Growing up, a lot of brothers and sisters got into big time trouble because they were fucking... and somebody got pregnant. One guy I know almost got beaten to death when he got caught having sex with his brother... and one of my friends got killed when his father caught him and his sister fucking... and the dirty secret was that dad was fucking her, too - or so the rumors said.

The question in my mind was: Is this [B]really[/B] that bad of a thing and more so as long as nobody got hurt - read this as they were forced to do it - or a sister or girl cousin didn't get pregnant? My kid logic said that if it wasn't forced and sisters/other female relatives didn't get pregnant, well, what's the problem? Again, I'd learn the answer to that later on... but what I knew was that if siblings - or any other family member - wanted to have sex, it was gonna happen. I knew of mothers who were fucking their sons and daughter, fathers who were fucking their daughters and their sons; there was always that one "creepy uncle" in the mix somewhere and knowing about this was really teaching me something about sex - anyone could do it with anyone and literally so and the only real bad thing was if they were forced to do it.

Otherwise, hmm. People have always been doing it like this and I was smart enough to understand that there was really nothing anyone could do or say to stop it from happening. When my own children got into it, it really didn't bother me a whole lot because I knew it would - it was a matter of when and not a matter of if. I sat them down and told them why they shouldn't do it with each other and I didn't pull any punches, either: They could be taken away from us and we could go to jail because we didn't do anything to stop it; I hit them with every horror story I knew about... and I knew that it was all I could really do other than to keep an eye on them.

Yeah... a fucked up kind of decision but, again, I knew that trying to prevent it would only result in them wanting to find out why they shouldn't do it. One day, my daughter came to me and complained about her brothers doing her and I put a stop to it; again, I knew it would happen, I knew it was either going to stop on its own or I'd have to step in and stop it. Did that make me a bad parent because I dutifully told them not to do it... and let them do it anyway and because I knew I couldn't stop it? You be the judge. I can tell you that it didn't scar or fuck them up - and because they told me it didn't and I did make it a point to talk to each of them about it once they got much older.

And then I warned them that when they had children, guess what might happen? They were gonna have to find a way to deal with this because incest, for better or worse, is a fact of life and one that we don't ever want to talk about. We act like it can't or won't happen when we also know that it can happen.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I've written here many times that, um, I was no stranger to the "I" word and a lot of the kids I grew up with weren't either. It wasn't that we didn't know it was bad and evil because we did; our parents went out of their way to make sure that we weren't having sex with our siblings and without really thinking that by telling us not to do it, we were gonna find out why. Parents were more worried about incest than they were about us having sex with our friends and they were very much on the lookout for any signs of it.

What I used to wonder was did they know what was really going on and, unless someone got busted, would just let it happen and while keeping an eye out for signs of trouble, like it was being forced or coerced? Were they of a mind to let the experimentation go on for a bit of time before stepping in and, in some way, putting a stop to it or did they know that it might happen but wasn't going to happen for very long?

And, yeah: I'd be wondering this while having sex with my brother and my older sister and two of my first cousins - male and female - which is, by law, quite illegal. I would wonder, "Why is this bad? I love my brother and sister (and cousins) and didn't they tell me that you should only have sex with someone you love?"

Yeah... they did. But I'd eventually learn why this is so taboo and forbidden - birth defects and some pretty horrific ones. But it's like what my sister told me once day when we were about to have sex and I voiced a concern about it: "As long as you don't get me pregnant, I don't see the problem with it. Now, eat my pussy..."

Obviously, boys can't get each other pregnant - but that didn't get us a "get out of jail free card" for having sex because this was the other taboo and forbidden thing we were told not to do. I wrote that, at first, I didn't want to have sex with my brother but he bugged me so much about it that I caved in and we did it... and we didn't look back or regret any of it and even when we eventually got caught in the act.

My sister and I stopped having sex with each other exactly one week before her boyfriend got her pregnant... but one day, many years later, we had sex for "old times' sake" and neither of us thought it was all that weird - and she couldn't get pregnant so that probably had something to do with it as well.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE=3][FONT=verdana]Hands down, it is one of the most taboo and forbidden things on the planet. It is the dirty little secret that humanity never wants to admit to even though we know that it has always happened and there's not a whole lot that can be done to prevent it. We have strict laws about who can have sex with whom and we have a naivety where children are concerned in that we think and believe that there's no way they know anything about sex...

And then, in some way, find out that they know more than you think they did and because, sometimes, brothers, sisters, cousins, other family members introduce each other to sex. We have a funny way of dealing with this very large elephant in the room: As parents, we will do everything we can think of to keep our children from finding out about sex... but while also teaching them to love and care for each other. We wind up "sneaking" to have sex with our partner when the kids are presumably asleep or not even in the home and sometimes we don't realize that they know what we're doing - how many parents have been having sex and had a kid barge in on them?

We worry about our kids finding out about sex from their friends... and, perhaps, not considering that if their friends know about sex, they learned it via the "I" word. What we don't think about so much that children are pretty smart, observant, and very curious. Brothers and sisters tend to see each other in various states of undress and, indeed, it wasn't uncommon for brothers and sisters to bathe together, well, until they got to be a certain age and children don't have filters so much and if they know that boys and girls can have sex, that means [B]all[/B] boys and girls can... even if they're brother and sister. The kid logic says that if boys and girls - brothers and sisters - can have sex, then brothers can with brothers and sisters can with sisters, too.

And despite all the warnings and threats to not even think about this, it happens. Maybe just once. Maybe more than once. It's the thing that scares the shit out of parents.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]This is who I am and what the event that took place 56 years ago has taught and molded me. It's what I've learned by doing and by other means. I know the truth of it. Pretty much all of it. The rules and why they exist and why they're broken and in the way they can be broken including the dreaded "I" word; that just proves that anyone can be fair game... if they're willing to be. It's boys forever being boys. What I did in my youth [B]does count and matters[/B] and that's just the fact of shit. It's not two different things - it's all the same thing and the only difference is, well, I'm all grown up now.

I don't lie to myself; I don't kid myself into believing that what I did when I was 10 "never happened." I did it. Whether cum was involved or not. Because the truth is that you don't need cum to validate that it happened. I can't even say that I "didn't know what I was doing" because I did know... because I was told not to ever do it. What I didn't know, at the moment that man slid his prick into my mouth, was what was gonna happen and didn't know if I was gonna like it or not. Found out what happens. Found out that I liked it - a lot. I still do. I'd do it again if I could. No shame. No regrets about any of it. Would I still have sex with my brother if he was alive? Probably. Hell, I recently saw my cousin at my mother's funeral two weeks ago and if he, by some chance, wanted to do it, I would have been okay with it. I do have morals and there are things, again, I won't ever do... it's just that 56 years being like this has taught me some hard truths about having sex, well, with anyone. I really don't like guys "like that..." but I do like having sex with guys... because it's sex. He cums and I do, too - what else is really needed? I know what it's like to be in love with a guy, too, and it doesn't scare me like it did when I fell in love with him.

Because I understand, if no one else can or does, what all of this really means or what it can mean if you choose to embrace any of it. And I wouldn't want to be any way other than the way I've been for 56 years and counting. No one can take it away from me and no one will; I will be the way I am until I die - and hopefully that won't be any time soon.

I'm not as... easy as I was when I was younger but I'm not gonna make it hard for someone to have sex with me - just don't be my idea of an asshole and do not try to bullshit me because I've seen and heard it all - 56 years just makes that unavoidable.

And what 56 years of being actively bisexual has taught me.


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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]No fantasies. No preferences. No illusions of the "ideal" or "perfect" guy. No "kinks" that I find to my liking. I am, even if for my own purposes, about as real as I can be about being bisexual. I'm about as no-nonsense about it as I can be. My favorite thing to do do, then and now, is to suck dick but if/when I'm of a mind to, I will fuck and be fucked. I'm not a top. I'm not a bottom. [B]I just am[/B]. I'm neither dominant nor submissive: [B]I just am[/B] whatever I feel like being. And, fuck no: I do not suck dick to make the other guy happy; I freely admit that if I have a fault in this, I am a selfish cock sucker because 56 years of sucking dick has taught me that this ain't about you... but it is about me and what makes me happy and satisfied. If you're happy and satisfied, that does work and I do kinda don't like to disappoint if I can help it... but I know there's nothing I can do or say if you're not happy with it.

Whether you're in mouth or or in my ass, there's only one thing I want and need you to do: Cum. Bust a nut. And don't make me wait for it. Put it in me because I've had 56 years to learn that I do not like having it on me unless, by chance, it was accidental - shit happens. If you take too long, I'm not going to be happy because I'm not going to be comfortable... but if you lose it early, I'm good with that because you did, in fact, do exactly what I wanted you to do:

You put your sperm into me... somewhere. I understand the simplicity of it all. I want you to cum and, yes, the sooner, the better. And if you don't or can't cum, well, I even know why that happens. I know why you might feel guilty or feel like shit after you cum... and it's not for the reason you think it is but it's something that you just learn not to pay attention to because there's nothing you can do about it. And the one thing that being bisexual for 56 years has taught me is that I am not a girl even though I do things that girls do. I am still very much a man and male. I don't require you to be into me and I'm sure as shit not going to be your bitch and in any way that might mean. Pull your dick out. Let me suck it and cum in my mouth. And, yes, in my old age, I'm kinda picky in that if you're not gonna suck my dick - or let me have my way with you and suck your dick, we're not gonna do anything because, simply, why should you be the only one having fun with this? Fifty-six years have taught me that if you wanna fuck me, um, don't assume that I'm not gonna want to fuck you, too... because chances are good that I'm gonna want to and if you can't handle that, don't even talk to me about it.

Ever. I will not change because I don't have to. I've learned not to if I don't want to. Otherwise, sure - we can talk about it.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I know the truth. I've seen it; I'm living it. Men have sex with men. We suck each other's dicks and consume sperm; we fuck each other in the ass. It's the way it has always been and as hard as society has been trying to stop this, it continues to fail; it failed to eradicate homosexuality and it will fail in its attempts to eradicate bisexuality in both men and women. The good thing is that more and more men and women are just going for what they know in this and the bad thing is there are still many men and women who are, bluntly, just too afraid to go for what they know.

I understand it. Fifty-six years has allowed me to see how things have changed and how it's gone from being fairly easy to get some dick to being rather difficult. Guys are... picky about it. Yeah, I said it and I stand by it. They have their reasons for it and I understand them... but anything that prevents a guy from getting the dick they know they want, well, it doesn't make sense, does it? If anything, guys should be trying to make it easier to get the dick they want and need... and they're not doing that; they think that by making it easier, they're being riskier and maybe even careless and the only thing I can say about that is that for 56 years and counting, I have [B]never[/B] gotten an STD having sex with a guy or a woman for that matter. Why?

Because while I very well may be a seriously horny motherfucker, I'm not stupid. Being in the game early taught me not to let my dick think for me because I got to see what happens to some guys when they think with their dick. I'm smarter than that. I have, I'm sure, sucked more dick and been fucked by more guys than most women I know... and without anything bad happening other than maybe kicking my own ass over getting with a guy and he turned out to be the kind of asshole I want no truck with - but you can't undo it once it's done and I'm very real with myself to know that it wasn't bad until I started thinking it was bad.

These are the things I've learned in well over a half-century of being male and bisexual. I know some... shit about this because I've done it and I've made it my life-long business to know all there is to know about it and not just for myself but for anyone else I may come in contact with. I've spent the last few years sharing what I've learned and knowing that it might help someone... or it might be summarily dismissed and to that end, well, it will never be said that I didn't try to pass along what I've learned. It is a part of the legacy that I will leave behind some day and it's just me but I feel a sense of... responsibility to tell anyone who cares to listen that being bisexual isn't as bad as you think it is, that is really is normal and natural and, yes, that whatever you've been told or believe to the contrary is a lie. It's misinformation and presented by societies and cultures who would prefer that you don't know the truth of any of this.

It's not just my opinion but it is the facts as I have learned them both the easy and hard ways and, duh, I've been learning for a very long time. I know that the things that matter to a lot of guys really doesn't matter; age doesn't matter. Appearance doesn't matter. Cock size doesn't matter. Relationships don't matter and aren't really necessary and neither is dating. Gender doesn't really mean a damned thing when you know the truth of this. What does matter - what always should matter - is whether or not this is the way you want and need when it comes to being intimate with someone. Desire matters. Do you wanna do things like this? Are you really okay with not doing things the way you need to do them? This and many more things are, in truth, the only things that really matters when a guy knows that having sex with another guy is what he needs to do.

Doesn't matter how you do it and, like it or not, guys do it because, um, they like doing it. They find out for themselves what they like about it. They accept it. They're okay with it even if no one else is because it's really harmful to themselves not to be okay with it or to continue to suppress themselves. But, again, I know why some men feel that they have no other choice but to not be the way they want to be and I respect that and I'd never try to change someone's mind about that... but I know what you're missing and I'm truly sorry that you're missing out on something... wonderful. You don't need to be into a guy to have sex with him - you just gotta like him enough to want to have sex with him. Is the devil you know safer than the one you don't know?

Not really because, um, do you really know where his dick has been when it's not with you? And if you think you do, can you really believe him? Think about that one for a moment and believe that, a long time ago now, I had reason to think about this because if I don't know anything else, I know men and I do know that they will do and say anything to get you naked and in bed with them -by any means fair or foul. It make me... wary but I remain unafraid. I'm smart enough to know that I don't have to if I don't want to and that if I even get the slightest whiff of something not being right, nothing is going to happen and good luck trying to convince me otherwise... because I've had 56 years to know better. Not all guys are assholes but I know they exist just the same and I know how to deal with them.

That very first time? Seems like it was just "yesterday" when that man slide the head of his dick into my mouth and I got hooked on it and the hook got sunk deeper to taste his sperm and deeper still when he fucked against my hole and made it messy. I knew then, 56 years ago, that it doesn't get any better than to have sex this way as well as with girls. I'm okay with the word "bisexual" because that's what I am. I don't fool myself about it and I don't fuss over whether it the label applies to me or even should... because it does. It has for 56 years.

I don't buy into the hype or bullshit being thrown around today because I know and understand the truth of it all and, yeah, in a way that most people just can't learn it... or want to be bothered to learn it. I am what I've always been over all this time:

Bisexual.[/SIZE][/FONT]