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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Like the day a friend and I went to his house so we could do it - then found out that his mom was home and she was as drunk as the proverbial skunk, adding to our disappointment. What neither of us anticipated was the moment when she told me to come to her and I did... and the next thing I knew she was sucking on my dick! Then she was sucking on her son's dick! Then we were sucking on each other's dick right in front of her while she fingered her pussy! Then we both licked her pussy! Then she told us to stick it in her! Best motherfucking feeling ever to see and feel my dick sliding in and out of her hairy pussy and beyond thrill to hear her saying she was cumming (learned a new word) and how happy she was when my dick started pumping sperm into her. Then her son took my place and I sat and watched what had to be the weirdest - and most exciting thing I had ever seen.

We both sat there looking at each other as his mom languished in whatever she was feeling; we were both grinning like idiots but, at the same time, we were both scared because of what we'd just done... and we both kinda shrugged and with his mom pretty much passed out, we did it to each other and I left after we got done and with a whole lot of shit hammering my brain. Later that day, I ran into my friend again and we went off to one of our "clubhouses" so we could do it to each other again and he told me his mom eventually woke up and, I guess, realized what she had done. He said that she wasn't mad at him but he also said that she said that she was mad with herself.

And I understood it because I'd often be mad with myself because I sucked a dick or got fucked when I probably shouldn't have done it at all. After that day, it was hard to see my friend's mom without thinking about what happened and seeing how it affected her. She actually sat me down to talk about that day and, really, I don't remember all of what she said but the gist of it was that she wanted to have sex, we just happened to show up at the right time, and she did something she shouldn't have done but admitted she had fun doing it; she even told me that I was pretty good at eating her pussy.

I could see how that played into my powerful craving for cock; you knew there were times when you shouldn't do it... but you did it anyway, had fun doing it, and sometimes find yourself wondering why you did and, yeah, sometimes, not liking yourself all that much. On top of it all, I was learning things about sex that a lot of kids my age wasn't learning and the biggest thing I learned was that boys did have sex with other boys and it could feel just as good as having sex with a girl... and, sometimes, even more fun.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I knew I was close to being totally out of control when it came to dick. Having sex with girls, well, that was comparatively easy because I could do some stuff they liked: I could lick their pussies until they had a few orgasms; I also had a good-sized dick and, in the early going, I could shoot my "baby making stuff" in them. Sex with guys was big time fun... but not as much fun as sex with girls was. They loved that I didn't just give them a few licks before ramming it in; nope, I'd stay down there licking and sucking until they begged me to stop and fuck them. Some girls wanted it in their ass because their parents were making sure their pussies were still intact and, okay, not a problem and it was glorious, nasty and, well, the right thing to do.

I knew girls who were like me - if there was a dick, it had to be taken advantage of but some girls quickly got out of being a cock whore once they had their first period and could then get pregnant. Didn't stop them from sucking dick or taking it in the ass if they could... but with the fellas? Never had to worry about the baby thing and, besides, even I had figured out that no one gets pregnant when you swallow the sperm or it goes in your asshole.

Still, it was my very strong desire to have dick that was great as much as it was bothersome and I think I was like 14 or so before I began to say no to some dicks, not so much because I didn't want to do it but because saying no made more sense than always saying yes: I really can't explain what was going on inside my head about that but I was learning to trust my instincts when they'd tell me that I shouldn't have sex with this guy and, importantly, I shouldn't feel bad because I turned him down and if he got mad because I did, well, too bad.

Seven years might not sound like a long time being a cock whore but it was. In between all the other things I had to do with my life in those seven years, I was having sex and a lot of it and in ways that, today, sometimes makes me cringe and ask myself what the hell was I thinking about.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]It is not to say that I wasn't concerned over my behavior because I was. I'd often find myself having very deep conversations with myself and many of them weren't what I'd call nice. I wasn't quite out of control... but I was very damned close to it. I'd think about all of the times when I should have said no and didn't... then wished that I had said no... but I learned early on that once you do a thing, you cannot ever undo it.

Or, ya should have thought about that before you did it, dummy! Sometimes, after getting a belly and/or my butt full of sperm, wow, I had a lot to think about; I came to understand that everything sounds like a good idea before you do it and it might turn out not to have been such a good idea after the fact. Jaws aching, stomach rumbling and promising that I was gonna spend a lot of time sitting on the toilet and if my ass got fucked, just doing that wasn't going to be fun... and I'd ask myself why I kept allowing these things to happen...

And the answer was because it was fun doing it and not doing it, at the time, didn't make a lot of sense when, perhaps, it should have. Water under the bridge and all that. I'd see and talk to other guys who were cock whores and how it began to affect them in negative ways; they'd be haunted, became reluctant to engage when they knew they wanted to and I even recognized that reluctance in myself... except I somehow managed to set it aside so that I could have sex with a guy, telling myself I'll worry about it afterward... and sometimes, I'd be very worried, not because some fucked up shit happened but I'd be worried about how stupidly easy it was for a guy to get me naked and have his way with me... and I couldn't say no.

I vividly recall the first time I took all of an adult dick in my ass. He was only about five inches or so and not all that girthy... but the pain was incredible and I was worried about having my hole ripped up, something I knew had happened to a few guys but then it stopped hurting and started feeling better than it ever felt before even though my peers could always get all of their dick in me... but this was different and instead of it scaring me, I actually felt elated about it.

I'm lying on the man's bed and he's plunging all of his dick in and out of me... and it was dreamy and so much that I think I actually nodded off for a moment and snapping out of it when I heard him cuss and say he was gonna do it. He put all of his dick into me... and I felt it pulsing strongly inside of me and pretty much washing away any concerns I had. It was an incredible feeling, better than any I'd felt previously and it wasn't until he pulled out of me that I got worried about my poor butt hole. He must have taken a good look because he said, "No blood - are you okay?"

I was... and wasn't; my ass hurt something fierce and I could feel a breeze in my butt hole as well as his spunk flowing out of me... and it was an amazing feeling and so much that I heard myself ask him, "Can you do it again?" - and then felt disappointed when he said he couldn't, well, not right now - maybe tomorrow. Later, I had a lot to think about while dealing with a very sore asshole; maybe that wasn't a good idea after all and my first thought was that I wasn't gonna let another adult put all of his dick in my ass... and I knew that if the opportunity came again, that was gonna happen and I wanted it to.

Did it get any better than that? Yeah, it did... when I was taught how to suck all of a dick until my nose was buried in funky, musky pubic hair. I won't get into how many times I almost threw up or panicked because I couldn't breathe but he talked me through those horrifying moments until I could eat all of his dick without gagging and the reward for all of that "trauma" was being able to feel his dick pumping away in my mouth and better than I had been able to feel it before.

My jaws ached. My throat was sore and felt like someone had punched me in it. Both the worst thing I'd done to date... and the most exciting thing all at the same time. I shouldn't try to do that again... and I knew I would anyway because the thing I did learn - other than how to eat a whole dick - was that it could make a guy shoot his stuff even faster. I couldn't wait to show my friends this new trick I learned and it was easy to eat all of their dick without gagging and, with them, I learned the trick of how to eat all of their dick and hold it deep while they shot their stuff.

It made me even more popular... and I hated it just as much as I loved it. It was both flattering and bothersome to have a guy approach me and say that he heard I could suck all of a dick and ask if I'd suck his dick. I wanted to say no and sometimes was thinking no... even as I made his dick disappear without much difficulty or, if they were really big (comparatively speaking), as much as I could. And I loved it, loved hearing them gasp with surprise, followed by feeling and tasting their spunk shooting into my mouth and I'd greedily swallow it all.

Even though I hadn't heard the phrase "cock whore" before, I knew I was one. I couldn't get enough dick either in my mouth, my ass, or both. Situations where I should have declined the offer happened anyway and it wasn't as if I had any real regrets... but I'd be angry with myself for being so easy... but being that easy was, in fact, getting me more dick than my friends were getting and, yeah, they'd often get pretty pissed with me especially when I was getting a lot of "grown up" dick and they weren't.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Yeah... I used to be one and the current version of myself is often shocked to think and remember those things. Once I found out how much fun it could be having sex with guys, it was damn the torpedoes - full speed ahead! It's not easy to put into words how exhilarating sex became; girls weren't as yucky as they seemed to be but who knew that having sex with guys could be so much fun, too?

Just the thought and anticipation of being able to suck a guy's dick was almost too much to bear and if he wanted to stick it in me, so much the better. It took me a lot of years - and a lot of experiences - to grow out of it; you just learn that while it's a lot of satisfying fun, eh, sometimes it isn't because what you find to be fun and satisfying isn't always the same things the other guy is thinking about. Still, it was so prevalent in my mind that I figured out how to make the more... unpleasant situations more bearable and, indeed, those situations actually made things better in a lot of ways.

I talk to others about all the sex I had between the ages of 9 and 16... and I watch their jaws drop or I'd have them say I was lying or otherwise making shit up... until I'd hit them with the details and then their jaws would drop and they'd be speechless for moments of time. Wasn't I ashamed of myself? Well, no, not really... because I learned to ignore any feelings of shame.

What is it like to have a guy fucking you? Wonderful. Deliciously nasty and in a lot of ways. Sometimes, not so wonderful but, eh, it is what it is? What was it like sucking another guy's cock and having him shooting his load into your mouth? Even more wonderful, nasty, delicious and, yup, sometimes not so much - there's a reason why they say it's an acquired taste and some guys just do not know how to just lie back and get their dick sucked.

Weren't you worried about catching something? No, not really - didn't mean that I didn't know that I could and, indeed, I'd have people doing that annoying "what if" thing and talking about all the bad shit that could have happened... but then I'd tell them that they're right - it [I]could [/I]have happened... but it didn't.

What's your point? Do you even have one?[/SIZE][/FONT]

I am normally in places that I know other men who like to play, however my work sometimes sends me places where I don’t know anyone. Getting done early and just sitting in my Hotel room I decided to shower and see if I could find someone to play with. Down in the lobby there was a guy who asked me if I could give him a ride to get some beer. Sure I said, no car? Flew into town yesterday and all the rental cars were gone so took a taxi. That being said it turns out he is working the same project as I am. He too is an Engineer who travels a lot as I do. At the beer store I bought some Bourbon and he bought his beer, and the talk turned into I hate to drink alone, so we sat on the patio and I smoked a cigar and sipped my Bourbon. When in walked another guy and sat down and introduced himself. These 2 know each other, and I figured it was someone he worked with. We talked and I could see them casually rubbing their crotches when I was just about to excuse myself they asked if I had any plans, no I said just going back to my room and do what lonely guys do, they laughed and said no need to go it alone you are welcome to join us if you want. I laughed and said circle jerk and one of them said hopefully more than that. I sat back down and learned they were both gay and hooked up every time he was in town. I admitted to being bi and I would love to spend the evening playing. After another 45 minutes we were comfortable enough to go to his room and no being shy one of them looked at his crotch and said your leaking and wasting it, he undid his pants and swallowed his entire cock oh my god I thought, it’s going to be a good night. One said don’t be shy show us what you got, I thought fuck it I am hard as hell and I want to play. The 3 of us got naked and my mouth was soon sucking their cocks and soon I tasted my 1st round of cum. They looked at me and said wow you are no stranger to sucking and swallowing, I smiled and said I may be married but sucking cock is my favorite pastime. I drained my cock into his mouth and he leaned over and kissed his buddy and swapped my cum. So after the initial 1st round I thought we were done, nope they said hey the party is just getting started. The traveler said you got a great cock and I would love to feel it in my ass. I am normally a bottom I said but I do top as well. However my buddy and I are clean and I never have to worry about disease or nothing so we bareback but I won’t fuck without a condom. No problem what color do you like and pulled out 6 condoms. Out came the lube and I put a condom on and was surprised at how easily my dick slid into his ass. I was working my cock when the other one said, so you are a bottom? Yep I said and he asked me if I wanted fucked, he pulled his dick out of my mouth, put a condom on and lubed me up and as I fucked the other ones ass he plowed his dick into my horny ass. I moaned and said fuck that feels so fucking good fucking an ass while getting fucked. Once we got into a rhythm I came so hard in his ass and I pulled out and sucked his cock until he came in mine. As we laid there totally worn out, I said thanks guys I need to get going. Thursday morning I just happen to see him in the breakfast bar and he whispered hey about just you and me tonight , I have been thinking about your big cock all night. I said sure, I would love another night of play. So I must admit, I am normally a bottom but holy shit this guys ass was so good I fucked it twice. I finished him off by swallowing his load and before I knew it was morning and he said well I got 3 hours before my flight, wanna play some more. It was a good week.

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]You didn't give a shit about the size of the other guy's dick; all you cared about was being able to get it. If it was big - or too big - you just dealt with it the best way you could and the same if his dick was small in any way: It just didn't matter.

You didn't care if he looked like he could be on the cover of some magazine or not; all you cared about was he wanted to have sex with you in some way. Now, admittedly, I had a thing about uncut dicks - I "hated" them; they were ugly and weird looking and I would never put one in my mouth... but I'd take it in the ass without giving it a second thought. I didn't suck an uncut dick until I was 50 and, how about that - it wasn't bad even though it was still ugly.

Just me.

You didn't care if the guy was white, Black, Hispanic or Oriental. He wanted to do it, you wanted to do it, so you did it - plain, simple, and right on-point and if you had time, you did it again. You didn't care if the guy was, say, five years younger or older than you... or way older, if you catch my drift. If a guy was new to this, you didn't turn him down because the only way to get experience in doing something is to do it.

And you really didn't care so much if the guy "wasn't good" at something because the bottom line was you got to have sex with another guy. Did he bust a nut before you were ready for him to? Bummer... but it happens and if you had time for him to recharge, you just did it again. Wait... he's not busting a nut? Bigger bummer and if you had the time, you kept going until he either busted or proved there was no way it was gonna happen. A big deal but not really.

Couldn't get his dick in your ass? Not a problem - just get it in the neighborhood and hump me until you shot your load. He - or you - are one of those guys who mysteriously get soft while trying to get it in or when putting on a condom? Bummer... but you could still work around that and, importantly, not moan and groan so much about it because you learned that shit just happens and especially when you didn't want it to.

You took whatever dick you could get and made the best of it and you could be assured that if you couldn't find a guy, some guy would find you and make you an offer and one you probably wouldn't say no to unless your gut feelings told you to say no.

The risks? They were what they were and true enough, some guys ran right into them while many, including myself, never did. But you took and accepted them because you wanted some dick.

I really miss the good old days...[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Now, on the real, if you had a horny brother or cousin, it didn't get any better than that. No one would think twice about you hanging out with them so no one - read this as adults and other non-believers - wouldn't wonder what the two of you were doing when you hung out. Probably getting into some kind of trouble... but not what I'd call the usual trouble.

Let alone what you were doing when you're supposed to be sleeping... or what went on when the parents would leave y'all alone to do parent things. I don't know about the rest of you guys but we'd take or steal every moment we could to get our dicks hard and make them soft again even if it meant risking getting caught.

It was worth it. But, obviously, there was an advantage of being young and doing these things; you get older and discover this and things are just different. You're worried about your reputation - what if somebody found out that you did it with your best friend because his girlfriend and yours wasn't giving up the pussy? Oh my god!

You eventually get into a groove of sorts; you know what you like and don't like so much so it makes sense to go for just the thing you liked... while understanding that in order to get it, ya might have to do something you weren't fond of. And a lot of guys would decide that doing nothing was a better option... but bitch and moan about not being able to get any dick when the truth was they weren't willing to take the dick and in whatever way it was being presented.

Even when I ran into this change in things, man, did I fervently wish the good old days could happen again. I'd run into guys who wanted me to suck their dick then fuck me... but they wouldn't suck me or let me fuck them - what kind of insanity is this? Lots of learning experiences followed and you did learn to pick and choose carefully... but if you could do it with a guy, you still did it and the only reasons why you didn't was time and not having a place to do it.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I turned 64 last Monday and some of my blogs have been about the good old days growing up with bisexuality and, yeah, I miss the ease of being able to get some dick. Back then, you either wanted to do it or you didn't; you actually were face-to-face with a guy and being in a position to make a decision right then and there.

It wasn't even a thing of what one wanted to do; wasn't a thing about being a top or a bottom. You sucked dick, got sucked, fucked and got fucked and if you weren't down for it all, well, you were just too chicken and square to be bothered with - come back after your balls dropped or grew then ask me if I wanna do it with you, okay?

Sure, at some point, you knew what guys were good at certain things. If you loved getting your dick sucked, you knew who to see about that; if you loved being fucked, you knew exactly what guy and his dick would get the job done. Loved sucking dick? That meant everyone was fair game because there wasn't a single guy I knew that didn't like getting his dick sucked.

And, oh, yeah, you were a cock sucker by default; [B]everybody[/B] sucked dick because sometimes, that's all you had time for. Even the guys who weren't real fans of sucking dick would suck you off... because that's just the way it was and, yeah, you appreciated it a lot more than, I think, guys do today.

Yep... there was always that one guy you didn't like doing it with for some reason... but you never turned down a chance to do it and, again, if you did turn it down, it was because you didn't have time to... but if you could, you'd squeeze in a blow job.[/SIZE][/FONT]