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It took me a few to point out to him that if he trusted me enough to tell me that he was bi and that he was interested in having sex with me, if what he said was that important, well, just say it, you know, given that I now knew at least two things about him that I hadn't known before. After a long moment of silence he said, "The first guy I had sex with was... my oldest brother."

My mind thought, "Oh... is that all?" and I used my voice to say, "Okay - so what? Me and my brother used to have sex all of the time, well, after he got me to cave into his demands that we had to do it."

"But, it's a sin," Bill said quietly.

"Yeah, I know, Bill - so what?" I asked.

"I feel so guilty about it," he said.

"Okay, listen; first, who initiated this, you or him?" I asked.

"Um, I did because I saw him jerking off one night and... I just wanted to," he said. "He caught me watching him and asked why and I told him and he said that since he didn't have a girlfriend anymore, if I was sure that I wanted to do something, he was okay with it."

"So, it wasn't like he forced you to do anything; it wasn't like he used threats or other coercion to make you do anything, right?" I asked.

"Right," he said. "We, um, we did it for years and until he left to join the Army."

"And you were okay with everything the whole time?" I asked.

"Yeah - I learned a lot about having sex from him and he'd even told me that what we were doing would help me when I got around to having sex with a girl," he said. "But after I got married, I started feeling very guilty about it."

"If the two of you agreed to do this and there was no force involved and you... had fun and all that, what's the problem? A lot of guys have their first experience with a brother," I said. "I'm trying to understand why you're feeling guilty about something that happened a long time ago and something that you obviously wanted to do."

It took me a few to point out to him that if he trusted me enough to tell me that he was bi and that he was interested in having sex with me, if what he said was that important, well, just say it, you know, given that I now knew at least two things about him that I hadn't known before. After a long moment of silence he said, "The first guy I had sex with was... my oldest brother."

My mind thought, "Oh... is that all?" and I used my voice to say, "Okay - so what? Me and my brother used to have sex all of the time, well, after he got me to cave into his demands that we had to do it."

"But, it's a sin," Bill said quietly.

"Yeah, I know, Bill - so what?" I asked.

"I feel so guilty about it," he said.

"Okay, listen; first, who initiated this, you or him?" I asked.

"Um, I did because I saw him jerking off one night and... I just wanted to," he said. "He caught me watching him and asked why and I told him and he said that since he didn't have a girlfriend anymore, if I was sure that I wanted to do something, he was okay with it."

"So, it wasn't like he forced you to do anything; it wasn't like he used threats or other coercion to make you do anything, right?" I asked.

"Right," he said. "We, um, we did it for years and until he left to join the Army."

"And you were okay with everything the whole time?" I asked.

"Yeah - I learned a lot about having sex from him and he'd even told me that what we were doing would help me when I got around to having sex with a girl," he said. "But after I got married, I started feeling very guilty about it."

"If the two of you agreed to do this and there was no force involved and you... had fun and all that, what's the problem? A lot of guys have their first experience with a brother," I said. "I'm trying to understand why you're feeling guilty about something that happened a long time ago and something that you obviously wanted to do."

I'd met a guy at the company's gym; he was trying to figure out the new-fangled rowing machines and I'd stopped my own rowing to assist him. We wound up working out together going forward and had while I wouldn't say that we were friends, we were headed in that direction. At this point, I'll admit that I'd checked him out every time we finished showering - the company had actually provided private shower stalls - but we'd get out to dry off and, well, he had a nice "dad body" and I had just assumed he eyeballed me since we'd be talking about this or that while drying off and looking at each other.

Maybe a month later, we're done working out and he asked if I had time to join him for a drink and I said that I did; we literally go across the street from the company complex to a bar that other employees had adopted as our place to hang out. I'd ordered a very tame Kalua and cream - I still had to drive home - and we're talking and he says that he's got something to tell me but didn't want to speak on it in this very public - and crowded - place so would I mind if he gave me his phone number so I could call him when I got home?

I don't know what's up with him but we exchanged numbers and I headed on home and maybe thirty minutes after I got home, my cell rings and it's "Bill;" my first thought was that whatever he wanted to talk about must've been important to call me so quickly. I answer and we spend a few minutes talking about... nothing, really, before he clears his throat and says, "I need to tell you that, um, um, I'm bi and I'd love to give you a blowjob!"

I was surprised - a little - and I just responded by letting him know that I was bi, too. I hadn't committed to the blowjob by admitting this to him but we got into a deep conversation about how we became bi and all that but even deeper into the conversation, Bill said that after thinking about it, I might not want to have oral sex with him because of something he'd done and, yeah, now, he's really got my attention. At first, he didn't seem to want to talk about it but I'd let him know that, yeah, getting together to suck each other off a few times sounded like a great idea - but not if there was something serious about him that would make this not be a good idea.

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He didn't have anything to say - at first. When he got his act together he got "brave" again and said, "You might can dish it out but can you take it?"

"Bring it on," I said to the both of them and promptly laid down on my belly and asked them what were they waiting for.

I felt.. smug to learn that neither of them were good at fucking. Their long fat dicks had felt good in me even though when they managed to get it in me, it did hurt but I wasn't going to let them know that. I kept badgering them to fuck me and prove to me that they really knew about this. In fairness, they did the best they could; while the older brother was fucking me, the younger one admitted that this was something they'd never done - and not even with a girl!

I guess thankfully, it didn't take either of them long to cum in me and, again, I had to admit to myself that feeling their respective dicks pumping in me felt pretty good. After they were both done with me, they led me to the creek that wasn't that far away so we could clean up and after that, we got dressed and headed back to the house and as we walked, they both let me know that I wasn't the punk they thought I was and that I had taught them something new they could do with each other.

We got back to the house and my mother asked me how I was getting along with my cousins and I told her that we were getting along just fine and they weren't teasing me about being a city boy anymore. As we were getting ready to leave, I got to talk to them alone and they both wanted to know if I was coming back again; I'd said that I didn't know but if we did come back before we headed home, I was looking forward to more of the same and, in today's parlance, threw some shade at them by saying, "Y'all need to practice..."

My mother seemed to be surprised that the three of us had gotten along with each other and I told her that it was easy because all I had to do was prove to them that us city boys weren't as stupid as they thought I was. It was a good thing that she didn't ask me how I proved it but she was glad that I didn't get mad at them and started fighting. In my head, I was laughing to think that we were fighting... just not the way she thought.

The funny thing was that when we got back to my great aunt's place, her son asked me about my visit with our other cousins and I didn't have a problem telling him what we'd done and... he got mad. I couldn't figure out why he was so mad at me and I'd said that I didn't do anything with them that I hadn't been doing with him... so what was the problem? Many years later, I was thinking about this and thought that this country cousin got mad at me because maybe he felt that the only guys I was supposed to have sex with was him and when I visited Virginia.

Yeah, they were shocked. They were even more shocked when I asked them if they had some Vaseline or something so I could fuck both of them; man, you could have bought the two of them for a nickel!

"Um, um, we don't do that," the oldest said.

"Well, somebody's either going to suck me off... or they're getting fucked - pick one," I said and giving them a look that suggested that I wasn't taking no for an answer about either thing.

These two might have been good at sucking each other but when it came to doing it to me, they... weren't as good at it as my friends back home were and even though they both did their best to make me cum, it hadn't happened and I think they both knew what was going to happen next. They both looked scared as I put a lot of spit on my dick and said, "Who wants it first?"

Yeah, the older brother volunteered his brother and I thought that was some foul shit but the younger brother put on a brave face and said, "Do it to me!" I put some spit between his cheeks, flattened him out onto his belly, and eased my dick into him and, oh, my - he was squealing like one of the stuck pigs I'd seen my great aunt's husband kill on their farm but he didn't punk out. I started fucking him; his formerly virgin hole was really tight and I knew it wasn't going to take me too long to cum when the oldest brother said, "Okay - do me now!"

"You ain't scared?" I asked and, yes, I was taunting him.

He said he wasn't and after applying a lot of spit to him, I stabbed him with my dick and... I wasn't nice about it like I was with his brother because the oldest one was the one doing his best to punk me and I had to let him know that I wasn't the punk he thought I was. He howled and cried - and I'd only had the head of my dick in him! I waited a moment for him to relax and pushed the rest of my dick in him and making him howl even more.

His brother was laughing at him and told him that he hadn't made all that noise or acted like a little girl. I didn't fuck him as hard as I really wanted to but I had to let him know that when it came to this, he wasn't better than me. He finally stopped his yelling and crying and started moaning and just before I came, I felt his butthole clamping down on me and like he might be shooting - and he had yelled out that he was cumming and didn't understand why he was. A moment later, I emptied my balls into him and when I pulled out, I asked him, "What do you think of this city boy now?"

My "new" country cousins then started grilling me about... sex. Insinuating that since I was a city boy, I had to be a virgin and didn't know anything about sex because I was too scared. I was a year older than the oldest brother and I let them know that I'd had pussy when I was 8, which trumped both of them by at least three years.

The oldest brother said, "Okay, but I bet you don't know about this!" and turned to his brother, nodded, and both of them peeled out of their clothes and, wow, they both had pretty big dicks! They're standing there naked and their dicks are starting to rise and I... yawn and said that I've see dicks before - so what?

"But you haven't seen this," the younger brother said and took a knee and started sucking his brother's dick. Obviously, they'd been at this for a while and, yeah, watching them sucking each other had me rock hard and I wanted to join them just to prove that, yeah, you punks ain't doing anything I haven't already done (and was still doing with my own brother).

"Whatcha think about that?" the oldest asked me.

"Old news," I said.

"Prove it!" the younger brother said.

Country bumkins; you gotta love them. I stripped down and reveled my boner and joined them on the bed that they had in there and... showed them that I might be from the big city, but I knew my way around having sex with a guy.

"You ain't scared because we're cousins?" the oldest one asked as I settled onto the bed with them.

"Y'all act like I've never had sex with a cousin before," I said. "Are we gonna do this or what?"

I was sure that they didn't believe that (a) I'd been having sex with guys and (b) one of those guys was my own brother so I had something to prove to them and beginning with showing off my cocksucking skills. I got to sucking both of them in turns and if they weren't surprised and impressed that I could suck them both right down to their pubic bones, they were definitely impressed that I made them both cum in short order, swallowing both of their loads and, i the back of my head, thinking that their cum tasted like... corn.

A lot of my family, on both sides, came from and still lived in Virginia and my mother and her mother used to take turns taking me and my siblings there so they could visit and, most of the time, we'd be bored out of our minds. Sometimes, we stayed at my great aunt's home, which was a working farm and my great aunt's two children were... pretty nasty in a good way. I learned that they'd be having sex with each other for a long time and, indeed, in my first few visits there, they clued me in about how life can be living on a farm and your closest neighbor is like three and a half miles away in either direction.

They thought that I'd be shocked that they were having sex and because I was a "city boy" but they quickly learned that I knew a hell of a lot more about sex than they thought I did. I'd have a lot of sex with them and my sister would join us and my cousins were shocked that me and my sister had been into the brother and sister thing before they were.

Good fun. On one occasion, my mom wanted to visit some of her other relatives that I'd heard her talking about but had never met. I drew the short straw when she'd asked which one of the four of us wanted to go with her and my siblings "sold me out" and, crap, now I gotta go and put up with a bunch of people I was, at best, distantly related to but didn't know them. To make it "worse" for me, this family also lived on a farm and they had two sons and guys I was "made" to hang out with and get to know while the adults talked (or whatever else they were gonna do).

I'm bummed. It had been bad enough having to go through that "city boy bullshit" with my other cousins and these two dudes were really laying it on thick but I was determined that they weren't going to get my goat. One of them said, "Hey, you wanna see our fort in the woods?" and, no, I really didn't want to and more so when the day was hotter than hell's half acre (to borrow my mom's favorite saying) but, okay; if I went back inside, the adults would just kick me out so I mumbled, "Sure..." and off we went to what I'd learn was the far end of their property.

I'm thinking that they have some ramshamble setup but once we arrived, I had to pick my jaw up because they'd built a serious fort and complete with an old pot-bellied stove! It wasn't very big so it didn't take them long to point out the stuff they had in there and bragging about building it and, jeez, I'm not really interested in hearing this crap. In my head I'm thinking, "Okay, I've seen the joint - can we go back to the house now?"