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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I was like, "Well, yeah, I suppose that's the right thing to do but I'm not sure what I can tell you about how to do it."

"You eat pussy; I know you do because your girl (who was also her long-time best friend) told me you're a pussy-eating fiend so it makes sense that you can teach me how to do it. I mean, how did you learn it?"

"No one "taught" me, in that sense," I said. "I knew I had to get my face down there and lick it... and that's what I did, well, after having to get over a moment of wanting to throw up. From there, I just did what she told me to do - faster, slower, right there, no, not there, don't stop and do that again."

"It couldn't have been that easy," she said.

"It was, if you wanna call that first time easy," I said. "Look... I'll tell you what I tell guys who wanna suck a dick for the first time: Do it the way you like being sucked so, for you, eat pussy the way you like to be eaten and whatever she tells you to do, do it. Wait... you do get your pussy eaten, don't you?"

"By guys? Yeah... and I gotta tell you that you dudes don't have shit on this woman when it comes to that!" she said.

"So I've been told," I said. "Just do the best you can and if she knows this is your first time, I hope she's patient and understanding."

"I hope so, too, but I'm scared," she admitted.

"It's pretty scary that first time," I allowed.

"Do you think I can do it?" she asked, making me roll my eyes and sigh heavily.

"Honestly? I don't know if you can; it sounds easy until there's a pussy in your face. All I can say is that this is what you really want to do, you'll manage to do it."

"Okay - she's here," she said. "I'll let you know what happened, okay?"

I said okay and hung up, finding myself seriously thinking about this. Sure... I once told a male friend how to eat a girl's pussy and pretty much told him the same thing - get your face down there and start kissing, licking and sucking on everything down there and she'll let you know what she likes and doesn't like.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I've given a lot of guys their first M2M experience, from cock sucking to fucking. A lot of guys took to this like ducks to water while others, well, it took a bit of time to get used to something that they'd never experienced and sometimes that included trying to fuck me. I learned to be patient and understanding and making sure they understood that they could say "stop" at any time and it wouldn't reflect badly upon them.

But one day, I got a phone call from a woman I knew and it was pretty strange. After we got done with the pleasantries, I asked her what was up and she said, "I need a favor."

"Okay, what can I do for you?" I asked.

"I need you to teach me how to eat pussy," she said after a bit of hesitation - and I couldn't have been more surprised if she told me she was pregnant and I was the father (which wasn't gonna happen).

"Okay... um, why don't you start from the beginning," I said because I wanted to know why a woman I knew wasn't into this was asking me - a guy - about eating pussy.

The kinda short version was that she met a woman in a local (for her) club and they hit it off, were hanging out together and all that and, one night after a couple of drinks too many, they went back to the woman's place... and my friend had her pussy eaten by a woman for the first time in her life. She told me - and I could hear the embarrassment in her voice - that it was amazing and for the last several days, this woman had been eating her a couple of times a day, every day and had finally asked her if she could return the favor.

"I just don't know how to eat pussy," she said, the panic clear in her voice. "We're supposed to get together in an hour and, shit, I gotta do right by her, don't I?"[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I've had more good times than bad ones and I guess I've just been lucky to not have had really bad experiences. I did get drugged and raped by a guy but even then, that was more my fault than his - I just didn't pay attention and the hardest part was admitting to myself that even though he took me against my will, the sex was pretty fucking amazing but, yeah, when I got my head clear and got free from being tied up, I did try to kill him just as a matter of principle; I'll gladly give it up to you if you ask for it but if you try to take it from me, I will kill you and not lose a second of sleep over it.

It's taught me some hard life lessons along the way, too, but that's just a part of living, plain and simple. You do what you can and don't worry about what you can't do but I've always believed that if it's something you really and seriously want to do, you'll find a way to do it. I know all of the rules... and I'm happy to just ignore most of them because I never liked someone telling me what I couldn't and shouldn't do. Get some pussy and pussy that isn't my wife's? I'm good with that (so is she, by the way); get some dick to suck? Just as good (she know about that, too, and says it's the one thing she really loves about me). The good times have been good, the bad ones, eh, not so much but I still have no regrets or shame about any of it.

And if I could do it all over again? I wouldn't change a thing...[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Today, I understand that had I not discovered bisexuality when I did (and the way I did), there's probably a whole lot about sex that I might not have learned or would have learned it a whole lot later than I did. As I've shared, it often embarrasses the shit out of me knowing how much sex I've had with both men, women, and in different combinations. I've said that if there's something two guys can do to, with, and for each other that I haven't done, it's because I didn't want to do it and there are some things that I just will not do.

I look at the sex I've had and, sure, I've had some under, let's say, questionable morality. Have had sex with grown men, indulged in incest with family members - the first pussy I ate was my sister's - and my most regular male lover was my only brother. And I don't regret any of it; I carry no shame at all over what I did or who I did it with. It all opened my eyes and mind in ways that, perhaps, a lot of people never experience. I understand it. All of it. And I accept it and often think about how my life might have turned out if things didn't happen when they did or the way they did. Many experience this the way I did (or close enough for government work) and it makes them feel some kind of way - and not always good. I see so many men and women who are "late to the party," watch them struggle with things that shakes their whole lives up and my heart always goes out to them while being thankful and grateful that I learned all of this before I was even a legal adult.

I've been a serious student of bisexuality for damned near all of my life because even today, I still want to know why I am the way I am; I still want to know about everyone who is like me - what have they learned along the way that gets me to understand this bisexual thing even better and, as a result, gets me to understand myself better in this.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]He was a master cock sucker and he loved sucking me... any time and no matter what I was doing. Sound like fun? It was... and wasn't; kinda hard to be puttering around the house, cleaning up, cooking, stuff like that and have him sneak up and pounce on me and it was so... irritating but I never stopped him. That guy would routinely suck me off several times a day and would have done it more than "usual" but he understood that I needed to have something left for my wife, who thought it was hilariously funny that he and I were so very much in love.

My biggest issue with him? Getting him to fuck me. Today, I fully understand he was all bottom but at the time, it just didn't click with me that he wouldn't want to shove his dick in my ass and "show me" how much he really did love me, not that I doubted that he did. But being in love means sharing and taking care of each other and when I asked him to fuck me and he said he couldn't, well, I wasn't hearing any of that. He insisted that he wasn't good at it and I'd have to actually make him fuck me and when he did, oh, my god - he was a lot better at it than he said he was. He didn't like fucking me and I knew it; it did eventually make me stop insisting that he fuck me but, sure, I'd drop the bald hint that, you know, this would be so much better if you'd cum in my ass.

Hell, I even got him to eat pussy. Well, the truth was he wanted to know what it was about pussy I loved so much and my wife volunteered to let him find out and despite what he said about not liking pussy, my wife and I agreed that he was more of a natural than he wanted to believe. I watched him fuck her one night and she loved every minute of sucking his dick and feeling it inside her... and I know it "killed" him to admit that pussy wasn't as bad as he thought it was. The three of us didn't have sex together all that often but when we did, it was heavenly and, of course, my wife was deliriously happy that she got a gay man to have sex with her.

He said to me one day, "You know, having her suck me off isn't that different from you doing it."

I said - and while smiling - "I know and I've always known that - and now you know like I do."

"Fucking her is different for me... but it's not as bad as I always thought," he said - while stroking my dick.

"You're gay... but you're still a guy," I said, reaching over to stroke him into hardness. "There just really ain't a rule that says because you're gay, you can't fuck a woman or doing it is so horrible."

And all of that taught me a lot of shit about sexuality and the hype and bullshit we tend to believe that isn't always the truth of things. Despite him being... reeducated in the ways of sex, I still spent a lot of time with my cock in his mouth and ass because I loved him... and having sex with him was the shit even when he'd manage to piss me off.

It killed me when he had to leave...[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]And along the way, I was learning everything there was to learn about being bisexual and as you've probably seen from my comments and blogs here, I've learned a lot of shit about this. From the very beginning, I wanted and needed to know why I was like this, why it didn't make me much difference to have sex with a guy or a gal as well as why it was often different at the emotional level of things. Like a lot of guys who went both ways, sure - we'd get naked with a gay guy pretty quick but it was hard getting them to understand that I wasn't gay - I liked women and pussy just as much as I liked men and dick.

So the notion of ever falling in love with a guy was just so foreign and thought to be impossible... until it happened. Talk about getting your whole world shook up? I always had a... problem with guys who acted more like girls than girls did or would; didn't mean I wouldn't have sex with them but their mannerisms just bothered me.. and then I fell in love with such a guy. I already knew that love and sex played nice with each other but you didn't have to be in love with someone to want to have sex with them but I gotta tell you that it was very damned weird to be in love with a guy who really could out-girl most girls I knew - even my wife.

And having sex with him was... magnificent; like nothing I'd ever experienced before. More responsive than most women I'd ever had sex with. Kissing him was pure joy... and I didn't like kissing guys because I found out what a lot of women know - some men are just lousy kissers. His dick was pure heaven to suck and when I'd mount him and fill his ass with my dick, shit - getting it into him was easier than any pussy I'd ever fucked and most of the time, no lube was needed. Oh, yeah - I was madly in love with him but man, did he make me insane![/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]This was also about the time when HIV/AIDS hit the scene and there were few people who believe that this shit was for real. Even I thought that this new sexually transmitted disease happened to come along at a time when a whole lot of people were having sex - and just because they wanted to; if this was for real, I even thought it was something that might have been engineered since a lot of focus was being placed on underage sex, teen pregnancies and the clap was reaching near-epidemic levels.

If nothing else, it made me be a lot more careful about what guys I had sex with. But I still thought there was some "funny shit" going on with this. First, only gay men were getting this... then gay, IV drug users were coming down with this new and fatal disease... then just IV drug users... then, when a monogamous and very faithful couple was diagnosed with having HIV/AIDS, well, shit just got all kinds of fucked up and confused.

Didn't really stop me - or anyone else - from getting dick but, again, you got to be really and seriously picky about who you gave it up to and the watchword was if in doubt, put on a condom or just say no.

Between the ages of 25 and 40, wow. Getting all kinds of pussy and dick thanks to my wife demanding that our marriage be open; we even figured out that there were other couples who were like us - or wanted to be like us - and openly have mad crazy sex in that kinda complicated foursome way. I still remember when my best friend and his girlfriend played with us and in the heat of the moment, he was sucking on my dick like it was nobody's business. There was a lot of shit to get used to, like, watching my wife being eaten and fucked by other men and women while being likewise engaged myself.

And even when we weren't having sex with other couples, we still had each other and a whole city full of people we could have sex with. Maybe it was just my good luck or fortune but I was still getting "my fair share" of dicks and, still, without really having to do any hunting of my own - all I had to do was be in the right place at the right time.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I'd sit and quietly laugh to myself to see so many guys posturing about how they'd never have sex with another guy when hanging out with the fellas... but in private? Yeah... they needed to have a guy blow them, needed to fuck a guy in the ass; they needed to take a hard dick in their mouth and in their ass as well and it was always all good and under the "I won't tell if you won't" rules.

And there were so many guys who had never had sex with a guy before... and many of them wound up coming to me for that first experience. Things had changed so much that there were some times when I'd act like I had no idea what homey was putting on the table or outright lie and say, "I ain't into that..." but there were also a lot of times where I'd feel sympathetic and compassionate toward a guy who needed that sexual release. I could never figure out how those guys knew I could... help them out although some of them did tell me that they just knew I was the guy they needed to talk to.

And I'd suck them until they shot nice loads of spunk and sometimes I'd get to feel their dick pulsing strongly trapped inside my ass. I'd sit or lie back and watch them sucking dick for the first time - or, sometimes, the first time in a very long time - and, well, who doesn't like having their dick sucked? And, sometimes the thrill was watching my greased-up dick pressing into their "virgin" butts and fucking them until I emptied my balls into them. Sometimes they came back for more with me, sometimes they moved on to someone else but it didn't matter. I found it odd that I rarely had to go looking for dick - it would find me and even if getting some dick was the very last thing on my mind.

Like I had a sign on me that no one else could see.[/SIZE][/FONT]