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Sexuality is something I feel I had struggled with all my life. Born in the 70's, all I wanted to be is normal like everyone else so I denied and suppressed anything that wasn't considered the norm, however feelings and desires kept popping in to my mind (both waking and sleeping fantasies), some of which I was happy to have, others, ashamed and it lead to an unhappy and confusing life, both sexually and mentally. I went through stages thinking I could be gay, others, straight, but didn't know what I was and it never occurred that I was somewhere in between as back then you were either straight or gay.

Since puberty I think I always realised deep down that I wasn't straight but realisation and acceptance are very much two different things. Once I made the decision to accept and embrace my sexual orientation, all the events and feelings throughout my life suddenly made sense. They should've made sense straight away but the stigma and lack of acceptance around bisexuality and basically any orientation that isn't straight was a contributing factor and still is today so like many, I remain in the closet.

Self acceptance is important for one's mental health and I am better for doing so. I'm far more happy now than I've been in a very long time. Accepting didn't mean I had to tell anyone it was just acknowledging that which most with same sex tendancies have felt for a long time, different and there's nothing wrong with being different. Everyone is different. Acceptance removed the shame and guilt I felt for having these desires or after I masturbated to same sex fantasies or gay porn. The shame was very real for me but I realised you can only fight nature for so long, nature always wins. I was born this way.

What was needed for me to start the journey, and it has been a journey was a catalyst. My catalyst was feeling a strong attraction to a friend but what helped me accept my sexuality was to put it all in writing, from the beginning to the end, answer questions of my sexual desires and feelings and what I want from my remaining years truthfully and once I did so, it wasn't difficult to see. I thought I would feel different and in some ways I do, I feel normal. Bisexual is my normal.

I love being bisexual, it gives me a sense of pride I've not had. I feel truly lucky. I believe there are many more men and women stuck in limbo just like I was who will hopefully one day find their feet. Everyone's journey is different but I hope this helps someone.

[SIZE=3][FONT=verdana]My protege and I talk about this a lot... and he cracks me up when he talks about what he prefers and I'm not sure he doesn't understand why I don't have preferences other than being able to get my dick hard and it winds up getting soft. We talked about his preference for Black and other non-white men and how this preference pretty much guarantees that he's not going to have all the sex that's possible for him to have.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]He said to me, "But you like white guys!" and I said, "Yes - they taste better for some reason... doesn't mean I wouldn't suck a Black guy's cock - and you gotta know I've done that a lot - or any other guy's cock and no matter what the color of his skin is. It's really about what kind of person he is and, okay, I guess you can say that I "prefer" someone I can get along with - but that's not a preference - that's just common sense."[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]Do I prefer to swallow? C'mon, really? Fact: I've swallowed more sperm than I have spit out and, for me, if you're gonna suck a guy's dick and make him cum, uh, why not swallow it, you know, if that's what you feel like doing? And sometimes, I just don't feel like it or want to - maybe I just want to get him to the point of release and watch the sperm flowing out of him... and get a "big head" because I made him do it.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]What positions do I prefer? Whichever one works and gets the job done and provided I can physically tolerate it. Again, it's common sense to me wanting to be comfortable but understanding that I might not be... because sex can be pretty damned uncomfortable. It just is what it is. Now, hmm, being in the missionary position isn't fun for me; I learned a long time ago that my legs and hips just "refuse" to work that way... but I've been fucked in that position anyway and it's been good or bad - nothing unusual happening her. If a guy say, "Turn over..." okay, that works because it just works and it might be uncomfortable.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]But it's still the sex I prefer.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]Do women suck cock better or do men suck better? Yes. And no. Not everyone can master sucking dick and I've had amazing blow jobs from both men and women. Do I prefer one over the other? No - where's the sense in that? I love having my dick sucked... so why would I limit my opportunities to be sucked by having a preference that I know doesn't make any real difference?[/FONT][/SIZE]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I learned to be color-blind in this just as I learned not to be superficial. The size of a guy's dick doesn't mean a damned thing to me - it's what he was born with - duh. Otherwise, what kind of person is he? That's not so much of a preference as it is, to me, just common sense given that one would not be of a mind to have sex with someone they're at odds with and at every level... but, yeah, sure - I can have sex with someone I don't like because it's not really about them so much as it is about having sex.

Which is the thing I prefer. Do I prefer a FWB? Interesting in establishing an LTR? Uh, not really - whatever happens is gonna happen and now it's a matter of whether or not - bluntly and honestly - I wanna be bothered with it. If that's the way it happens, fine; if not, it's no big deal because I understand - and if others aren't of a mind to - that some guys and even gals are just about the sex.

Let's get naked and do some shit to make each other orgasm and cum - how hard is that? I mean, really, who among us doesn't "prefer" this?

I've come to have a dislike of the word "preference." It's limiting, often too nitpicky for my sensibilities. Yes, there are things I like doing and things that I don't and, yes, sometimes, I have reason to do some of the things I don't like doing... because it's sex and, well, needs must. My list of things I won't do for any reason is pretty short... because it has to be short and because I've learned that having a long list of things I won't do - and having some very specific preferences - only results in me not being able to have sex.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]What I prefer is to have sex and I'm not really that picky about whether the person I'm having sex with is male or female. Do I prefer women sucking my dick or men? And when I say, "Yes!" why are some people baffled to learn that I don't give a fuck who is sucking my dick as long as they're sucking it?

What kind of guy do you prefer? That's easy - the guy who isn't my idea of an asshole and one that I might have to punch in the face. What kind of dick do you prefer? Um, that'll be the one that's safe to play with and it works although I'll admit that I have a "problem" with uncut dicks but I learned to put it behind me... because it's a dick and it can be sucked.

Do I prefer to only suck dick? Yes... and no - it depends. In my life, if there's something two men can do to, for, and with each other, I've probably done it and if there's something I haven't done, it's probably because I don't want - or need - to do it. Still, I don't see this as being much of a preference than it is just a thing I've really found to my liking and is a lot of fun to do. I've fucked men and I've been fucked by men and I've either liked it or I haven't - but it's all in line with the one and only real preference:

Having sex. Being that intimate with someone while they're being that intimate with me. Eating pussy and fucking it; sucking dick, fucking a guy, being fucked by a guy. Any real preferences here? Not from where I'm sitting since it always comes down to how I'm feeling, what I think/feel I need in the moment.
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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]One of the things that has driven me batty has been people asking me what I prefer and in that very annoying "this or that" kind of way. Do I prefer men over women? Women more than men? If it can be asked, I've probably been asked what I prefer and being put into a position to pick one thing over the other and, to be honest, I've gotten sick and tired of trying to explain to people that, for me, being bisexual isn't an "either/or" kind of thing.

It's men [B]and[/B] women; it's pussy [B]and[/B] dick - how hard is that to understand?

Are you a top or a bottom? Well, that depends and mostly on how I'm feeling at any given moment... and I don't know why some people find this to be unusual.

Do you like sucking cock more or eating pussy? Seriously? Both are the shit as far as I'm concerned. Okay, yeah, sure - I like eating pussy more than I do sucking dick... but the differences between the two things are so slim that it's not even worth making a fuss over.

It's not about what I prefer to do: It's about whatever I want to do.[/SIZE][/FONT]

I travel a lot for work and when I get home we often talk about who and when we last had sex with another. Both she and I are very bisexual and we are not shy about it. So talking last night I asked her besides me who is your favorite when I'm gone and she immediately said she loved them all but there is one that really rocks her world. Of the 3 regular guys I took a guess and guessed right, it was my black buddy. his monster 10 inch cock destroys her tiny pussy. Smothering her face with his cock and balls I too am amazed at how much of that massive cock she can slide down her throat. He is a very heavy cummer and sometimes his juice leaks out her nose and she coughs cum. Then she asked me who my favorite was, her friend Loren is a long time friend of hers and the 2 of them have been licking each others pussy for years, this lady is mostly lesbian but enjoys a good dick once in a while. But she is addicted to cum more so than the wife, and craves it. While fucking her I have never been with a women who squirts like she does, and as she squirts that really turns me on and I fuck her harder and she squirts harder she is amazing. But she won't let me cum in her, she swallows me every time, it takes a lot for someone to give better head than the wife but she is incredible at it. I have spent whole weekends with her many times and she is not shy about where she does it, one time it was in a dressing room at old navy.

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]But it did stop and reality started to reassert itself as my dick slipped out of Bill with a very obscene "pop." I just laid atop him, gasping for air, feeling the heat of both of our bodies and feeling very satisfied.

"I can get used to you fucking me," he said, kissing my sweaty forehead and hugging me tightly.

"I know the feeling," I said, remembering what it felt like to have him inside me - and knowing I wanted him in me again.

We got cleaned up and dressed so that we could both get back to whatever was left of our day. For him, he had to get ready to go to work while I had taken a vacation day just to be with him and to do what we both knew had to be done.

"For somebody who said that he couldn't fuck, you did a good job of fucking me," I said, teasing him.

"To be honest, I never really wanted to - until we met," Bill said - it was fun watching him blush as he spoke. "I am so used to being fucked that I just never wanted to fuck - does that make sense?"

"It does," I said. "I rarely want to be fucked these days but with you? Yeah, it's different with you and I hope this won't be the last time you fuck me."

"I don't think it will be," Bill said with a smile.

But life got in the way again and it really was the last time we were together. I knew it would eventually happen and I didn't like it one bit to have life get between me and the one, rare guy whose cock I needed in my ass.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]"I knew you could do it," I said, sitting up and using my arms to support me as a wave of dizziness washed over me. Now that I was more or less upright, I could feel his spunk starting to ooze out of me and it made me happy... and unhappy at the same time.

"It was... that was something," he said, giving me a shaky smile. "Are you okay?"

"Never better," I said, a sentiment that was both truth and falsehood because I wanted him back inside me again... and maybe I'd get my wish but first, there was the matter of fulfilling my end of the bargain. "Let's get cleaned up."

"Right behind you," he said as we both got off of the bed and headed to the bathroom. He let me get to the sink first and as I started to clean up the mess he made, I could see him standing in the mirror behind me and noted that he felt... different and I thought it was because he did what he thought he couldn't do - and it agreed with him.

I stood and watched him do the same thing to himself that I had done... damn, how long ago was it? I didn't know but it didn't matter as I stood and watched him insert three of his soapy fingers into his hole and getting a chill to hear him gasp, his eyes going wide for a moment before he went about de-soaping himself.

"This is gonna feel good," he said as he took my hand and led me back to his bed.

"I'll do my best," I said as he ran his Vaseline-coated hand over my dick to make it slippery as well as getting me good and hard. He asked me to lube him up and I was impressed at how easily my fingers slipped into him - and laughed when he said something about how big my hands were and that I had long fingers.

"Come on... time for you to fuck me," he said, lying on his back and lifting his legs. "Don't worry about taking it easy - just shove it in there and let me feel you."

"Okay," I said, rubbing my cock against his hole for a moment - then pushing against it. I gasped as I slid fully into him; he gasped, too, and I could see the look on his face.

"You feel huge," he said as I fell into his embrace, his arms wrapping around me as he hooked his heels together at the small of my back.

"I'm not that big," I said, smiling at him - then I did something I rarely did: I kissed him. Our tongues met and it got a little crazy between the passion of the kiss and my dick sliding in and out of his ass.

When we broke the kiss, he said - and as if we hadn't kissed - "You're bigger than my brother - shit, that fucker feels good in me!"

There was nothing to say; it was all about my dick in his ass and feeling the pressure building inside me that had to be released.

"Do it," he moaned as I started to fuck him harder and faster. "Bust that nut in my ass!"

My body responded to his command and things went even crazier when my cock swelled in his ass, I heard him gasp - and I think I heard him say, "Oh, no..." - and I blanked out as I pumped my sperm into him. It felt as if I hadn't busted a nut in ages, felt like I was pumping "gallons" of spunk into him and it wasn't going to stop.[/SIZE][/FONT]