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I know why I'm bi and how I got to be this way. Over the years, damn, I must've talk to a thousand or more men who wanted the answer to this question and in the different ways it would be posed. There were reasons for fielding this question from guys because it made me learn and understand this sex thing between guys and to learn, understand and, importantly, accept that, hmm, this sex thing with boys was the cat's pajamas and not as horribly bad as my parents and other elders were saying it was.

I would learn that there were... "categories" involved. Some guys were just "naturally bi;" from their earliest awareness, they knew that they not only liked boys and girls but also REALLY liked them. Many of these guys said that having sex both ways made sense, felt right, normal, and natural but, sometimes, parental oversight would often get in the way of them being able to express their sexual feelings while many more managed to dive into the world of sex and with unfettered joy.

Then there were the guys who were... introduced. By friends, family, and those who didn't fall into these two categories. Many of the men I've communicated with fell within this category and it was either eye-opening amazing, the worst moment of their life, or the event left them confused about it and even "on the fence" about whether they enjoyed the sex that was brought to their attention. For some of these guys, it was like one or two experiences and the fear of being discovered as being a faggot would have them walk away from any other experiences but they still felt the need to have sex this way and, often, despite feeling a lot of guilt or experiencing a loss of self-esteem and self-worth. For those who were, let's say, "rudely introduced and against their wishes,) the pain of such a traumatic event was pretty bad... at first; some of these guys said that, over time, they found that they had to work through this in order to, as one guy said, "Get out of bed every day and get the fuck on with my life." He also said that despite the "despicable way" they got introduced to sex with men, the desire to do this never went away and he would get busy with guys and as opportunities presented themselves.

After nearly 40 yrs my wife and I enjoy a certain group of lovers with diverse backgrounds. While we are getting up in yrs, men cumming in the wife is no longer a problem as she can no longer get pregnant. It takes alot of disapline to sit back and watch other men ravage your wifes pussy and mouth. In fact its a total turn-on.
My wife loves sex and all that comes with it, thrusting cocks, shaved balls and cum. Yesterday at work I showed a coworker who was in town for some meetings her pussy pics and asked him gif he was interested in coming over to play, with no hesitation he said hell yea show me that pussy.

The only reason I did that was the wife was feeling frisky yesterday morning and said hey if one of your co-workers wants to play lets play.I have known Kyle for 15 plus yrs and know from previous conversations he loves to fuck. Upon seeing her picture he said his cock was as hard as it could be and hoped he could last longer than a high school stud. I sent a tex to the wife informing her I was bringing a guy home to play and she needed to get ready. So picture the scene, she showered and put on her fuck me dress; what's a fuck me dress you ask? Well its a short summer type of dress that allows her to reveal her twat when she spreads her legs. When we arrived she was all dolled up in rare fashion and flirty as all hell. She made us some adult beverages and sat across from us on the chair legs spread showing her goods, he was visibly moved by that and I could tell his cock was as hard as steel. As we talked he was so distracted by what was in front of him he couldn't contain himself.

After a few moments she got up and walked over to him and guided his hand to her well soaked pussy for which he gladly licked his fingers, he fucking lost it right there and cummed in his jeans. Yea so much for the tough guy!!!!! But to his credit he maintained his hard-on and as she undid his pants his 7 inch fat cock fell out and she cleaned up his cum soaked cock and balls. as she cleaned up his mess he was as hard as one could be, At that moment my cock was hard and I got undressed and was stroking my cock, he looked over at me and said wow this is crazy, shut the fuck up and enjoy yourself I said. She managed to get him fully naked and positioned herself on the couch to accept his hard cock.

He began fucking her like he hasn't fucked in yrs, her moans and squirming made him cum again.. She said eat my pussy fuck boy and he ate her pussy tasting his own cum. after 20 minutes I blew a load on her face and she reached down and grabbed his head and eat this he did as he once again rammed his stiff cock deep into her honey hole. All in she was fucked 4 times by him and she is still in bed with him this morning, something tells me he will get some morning pussy.

I learned that I can be both hunter and hunted. By the devil I know and the one I don't. I don't know how many times I've been surprised by the devil I know to find out that if we were to have sex, um, that wouldn't be that bad of a thing - and I had no idea, clue, or indication that he was even interested in such things. I learned that men are both opportunistic and spontaneous and a proposition can manifest itself at any time or reason; I've been joking with a guy and we're doing the "blow me" and "fuck you" thing and come to find out that they weren't joking. Okay, what the hell is up with this?

And I learned some stuff about it. Even coming from guys who've said that until this moment, they never gave any thought about it but they've also said that they've felt that there was... something about me that told them that, essentially, they could ask without getting their head handed to them. I saw that if my male friends who I didn't know were down like this could "see" this about me, men who don't know me could see it, too - and they did. And now, they have five minutes to convince me and, most of the time, I've made my decision before they even get to "officially" asking me to have sex with them.

I have lost a lot of male friends because I found out that they were the devil I thought I knew... and I didn't know them at all. I've experienced more problems with the devil I know than I have with the devil I didn't know and other than being raped that one time, the worst thing I've gotten from the devil I didn't know was some sex that wasn't all that good. I have NEVER gotten an STD and I'm HIV-negative. A combination of luck and making it my business to be able to determine if a guy is... unhealthy and before any dicks come out to play. I had to learn this because I stood a better chance of having sex with the devil I didn't know than I did the one I did know. I've said yes to the "stranger" a lot of times... and I've said no a lot more times and I've even told the devil I know that, no, I don't think that would be a good idea for either of us.

It strikes me as being very odd that we don't "fear" strange women and if we think we can hit on her, we will but if she hits on us, that might make us suspicious at best but, nah, not all that much. But many of us are scared to death over being propositioned by the male devil we don't know and are of a mind that it's better to assume that there will be problems than to take those five minutes to feel him out and being of a mind to ask questions until you can make an informed decision one way or the other. We want... the sure thing in this and, preferably, with the devil we know. We seem to be of a mind that having an FWB is the safest option and, well, I would never assume that because I don't know where his dick has been when he's not with me or who's been in his ass since the last time I was in it.

And if you're predisposed to being afraid of the devil you don't know, well, if you're not getting the dick you want, you might want to think about this. "Trust" but verify. We assume that casual sex is dangerous and, well, it can be and that's just a fact of the matter but it is... unrealistic to think or believe that it's always dangerous because it can be just as dangerous with the devil you know, too - and that includes women because if you knew what I know about pussies, um, you might think twice about fucking women... but in any of this, it's about being able to accept the inherent risks of sex and being of a mind to deal with the consequences and if you're risk-adverse, guess what you won't be doing any time soon... and if at all.

It always comes down to what will break a deal for you... and then being of a mind to not break a deal or, as I've said, "Give me a reason not to have sex with you." Oddly, the devil you know will do that more than the devil you don't but if you know what to "look" for, they can sour the deal, too. It's why I have only three requirements: Be of legal age to consent to sex wherever we happen to be; be healthy enough to have sex; don't be my idea of an asshole.

The devils I don't know usually fail that last thing... and a lot of the devils I do know are... assholes but likeable assholes... but I'd never have sex with them even if I wanted to. Obviously, I have no fear of the devil I don't know because I have learned that good sex is where you find it and you can find it with damned near everyone if they don't mind or if you don't. Be safe. Protect yourself at all times and that include with the devil you do know. But I know how fucked up it can be to have guess incorrectly about the devil I thought I knew. I just learned and... remained open to the many opportunities that will, somehow, somewhere, and when I least expect it... show up. Hey, how 'bout we go somewhere and give each other a blow job?

Works for me but any... funny stuff will be dealt with and if it's harshly, well, don't give me a reason to be that way and I won't give you a reason for shit turning ugly. At the end of any day, you gotta do what you gotta do and in any of this, you gotta do some work and whether it's with the devil you know or the one you don't. "Strangers" don't stay strange once introductions are made and information is exchanged. You might not know "everything" about him but he's not as strange as he was before you met each other. Take all the time you need to make that informed decision and if it takes you longer than five minutes to decide, methinks it's best not to do anything at the time the proposition is made. But if you're of a mind to say no before you get any information, eh, that might be a mistake considering that you likely stand less of a chance of getting the dick of the devil you do know... or you think you do.

If there's one thing you know about the devil you don't know, you know what his intentions are. Bluntly, he wants to get you naked and have sex with you but the problem is... you don't know a damned thing about him. He could be a rapist or an axe murderer or one of those really crazy motherfuckers who thinks it's a hoot to be infected with something and giving it to everyone they can manage to give it to!

In my personal experiences, all of these things and a lot more go through my mind the moment some guy I don't know makes his intentions known and now I have x-amount of a short period of time to think about it, try to get as much information about him as he's willing to give, and to decide to say yes or, no, but thanks for asking. I had to learn how to read a guy's body language and to "read between the lines" and with the understanding that guys will say anything they think they have to - and what you want to hear - so they can have sex with you... and not at all different from what we do when we're trying to have sex with a woman. It is said that a woman will decide to have sex with a guy within five minutes of meeting him and I've found this to be rather true given the many times I've "kicked my game" on her and, at some later point, tell me that she made up her mind to say yes - or no - within those five minutes.

I found that I do the same thing with guys I don't know. From the moment they approach me, I am deep into studying them and, yes, even as a threat assessment (and as I was trained to do via martial arts) and he's got... five minutes to convince me that it's gonna be okay and he's gonna have to get my instincts to agree, too. I learned to trust them without question; if a guy's kicking his game and my instincts are telling me to reject his proposal, it gets rejected because some guys... don't feel right. They can be charming and all that but at a subliminal level, they just feel wrong. And because I wound up having "bad sex" with a "stranger," I just learned to listen and trust my instincts as well as learning that they're not always right but 9 out of 10 times, they are.

I personally don't worry about the devil I don't know all that much because if I say no and he gets pushy about it, I know how to defend myself... and I will if I have to... and with deadly intent if necessary. As I've said here on the forum many times, I live by the rule, "When in doubt, do nothing." And if I tell a guy no and he wants to know why, I will tell him why I think it would be a bad idea and if he doesn't like it, he doesn't like it. I got drugged and raped one time because I bought into the guy's spiel and my instincts didn't "warn" me of anything. I didn't... blame him but blamed myself for not seeing the signs that I only saw after the fact and... lesson learned. But that didn't stop me from accepting propositions from men I didn't know because just because that happened didn't mean that every "stranger" I came in contact with was so... dastardly and underhanded. I will take that five minutes to see what kind of game he has and to give him the 3rd degree until I'm satisfied that he's not my idea of an asshole... but I will remain guarded just the same because it's like the instructions boxers get before they fight: Protect yourself at all times.

There are two devils: The one you know and the one you don't. I have seen and known guys who want to get into sex with guys to, first, wonder if some guy they know would be interested but not of a mind to approach - or be approached - by someone they don't know, well or if at all. Certainly, there are "dangers" in both situations. In the first, you run the risk of potentially losing a friend; in the second, there's the risk of violence at the worst.

What to do, what to do? We get schooled in "stranger danger" and for good reason since not everyone you might encounter is going to be a nice person so being wary is warranted... but one of the time-honored "hallmarks" of guys having sex with guys is those casual encounters that one can come across and from anyone and at any time and, as I learned, sometimes, from a "direction" that you least expected. Giving a stranger some head. Oooh, scary! I've had guys step to me and hit on me for sex and I don't know them (or know very little about them) and... it's decision time.

Rushing into it or allowing yourself to be pressured into it isn't a smart thing to do and there have been times when a guy has hit on me, we get to talking, and I'll ask his name - and knowing that he might not give me his real name and if I really want to know, um, show me your driver's licence or other ID because while your offer is tempting, my mother didn't raise any fools.

The devil you know might not be the best option. You can really get to know a guy and to the extent where... personal stuff can be talked about and what guys who are friends don't get around to talking about sex, generally or even specifically? You learn about each other and maybe even feel close to each other and, I dunno, the thought of having sex with him... just makes sense. I've talked to many a guy who was interested in a friend - or felt that his friend was interested in him and... what to do? What if he asks to have sex or what's he gonna say if I were to ask him if I could blow him (the #1 thing of interest)?

You could ask but, again, there's a risk involved because whatever you think you've learned about him... could be wrong. He's "sending the right signals" but they could be the "wrong" signals, too. Guys... often talk shit that they don't mean. Like, you can be hanging with your boy and somewhere along the line when you're poking fun at each other, he might say something like, "Aw, man, suck my dick!" and in a moment, you're wondering if he really means it or not or, if the thought of sex with a guy has somehow never crossed your mind, perhaps now it is and guys in this situation have told me that even for a split-second, they've thought about sucking his dick and while some guys rejected the thought a split-second later, sometimes, it... hangs around.

It's worse when your boy says something like this and you'd give anything to be able to suck his dick. We... feel and believe that it's better to do this with a guy we know well... except, if you broach the subject with him and even generally, you might find out something about him that you didn't know but then, there's this: Some guys say... "anti-gay" stuff in public because it's all about keeping up the appearance of being 100% straight but in reality? Oh, yeah - if he could, he would and he, too, might be wondering if you'd be okay with it but as in the way these things tend to go, actually asking isn't really that easy... because you really don't know how either of you are going to react. I've seen guys do some pretty hilarious things when it comes to hinting about this and in order to avoid... just coming out and asking if they'd be opposed to having some kind of sex with you (or you with them).

These are the things I remember the most about him. My fondest memories of him. It took me a long time to admit to myself that it wasn't really that fucked up that this was the thing I remembered the most about him. Or maybe it is. After thirty-eight years, it doesn't matter. Remembering what my mother said when we were all gathered together for our traditional Christmas Eve shindig: As long as we remember him, he's not really gone. And I do remember him. Everything about him... and right along with the forbidden memories we created.

Was it a very weird kind of love? I don't know. It's like I loved him but, nah, not even. Hard to love someone who vowed to take me out and just as hard to love someone I knew that if I had to, I would kill him with my bare hands and not lose any sleep over it. Just so goddamned weird and it kinda sucks to have these memories come roaring back into my active thoughts. Sex with him brought my bisexuality right to the front of things because if we didn't have anything else in common, we had this. Being bisexual. Unashamedly bisexual. Getting used to him showing up at my front door and I knew he wasn't there just to say hello; listening to him telling me, on one such occasion, that he hated the fact that when he needed "the really good dick," he had to come to me to get it... and would show up anyway. I'd tell him that he didn't have to and, once, I told him we weren't going to fuck... and the fight started immediately. I kicked his ass - as usual and despite his rather good efforts to kick mine - and... we had sex.

Damn it. I could never tell him no. Still, being so very damned bisexual, I knew that good dick is where you find it and one of the best I ever had... was his. Just the facts of the matter. We had bisexuality in common and I learned and accepted that, okay, if this was all we had in common, I could live with it; if this was the only way we could really bond as brothers, I could live with it. And fuck the morality of it. At the end of the day - and at the end of his life, he was a bisexual man and just like I was and that, as he would sometimes tell me, made us fair game. I once asked him if he had any regrets and he looked at me like I'd lost my mind and said, "If this is the only way we can get along with each other, I'm good with it... because I'm sick and tired of you kicking my ass and I'd rather have you fucking my ass. Now, gimme that dick so I can suck it..."

I miss him.

If nothing else, it strengthened our bond and such as it was. Like I said, this time wasn't any different from any other time. Since he said that he needed some dick, we agreed that he should start us off by blowing me first. Yeah, sometimes - and rarely - we'd 69 and I don't know why we didn't 69 as a matter of course but we didn't and it didn't really matter. He's sucking me and it was comfortable and familiar, and he was always good at sucking me and his need for dick had him working "hard and fast" to get me to cum and, well, it worked.

"Yeah, that's what I'm talking about!" he had said as he stretched out on the bed, and I moved to suck his dick and just like I'd done so many times before. For some reason, he stopped me to ask, "Yo, do you remember when Mom caught us?" and I told him that I would never forget that day... but why was he bringing it up now? He never answered me, so I went back to sucking him until the very familiar taste of his cum was in my mouth.

We're resting up for the next phase and he pokes me in the ribs and says, "You were always better at sucking dick than I am."

I poked him back and said, "I should be since I've been doing it longer than you have!" We're... having a good time but this was my mortal enemy, my personal nemesis and I had time to think about the times when we'd fight, have sex, then go right back to fighting. I couldn't understand this weird-assed relationship we had but right now, it didn't matter because I had recovered enough to do what had to be done next.

Stuffing my dick into his ass. Easily. Such familiarity. A sin to end all sins and one we both knew about and didn't care. The way he'd respond to me being inside him and "knowing" why since we were both bisexual and we both knew what it was like to be the girl... and we could be the girl with each other, and it was no big deal and like it could be when having sex with other guys. I wanted to hurry up and cum in him so he could get his dick in me and work my ass until he came... so that's what I did. As I came, he said, "You know I fucking hate your ass... but you sure can fuck me really good."

And echoing the same way I felt about him. I even said what he said while he was nicely screwing me and he did what I had done: He laughed and fucked me harder and faster until I felt his dick swell in my ass and that first splash of his cum. His "nasty" cum. Cum we both had because we had the same parents.

It all ended a few short days later. I'd lost my brother and my long-time lover. We weren't friends; we didn't exactly treat each other with brotherly love and sometimes wouldn't even acknowledge that we were related to each other. But we had had this. So highly immoral and forbidden but I had long since accepted that if this was the only way we could get along, it was better this than it would be for me to totally lose my temper and... kill him myself. And he knew I would, too, just like I knew that he wouldn't hesitate to try to take me out... and all because we didn't agree on the decision our mother made about our father.

Shit. Thirty-eight years ago today, I personally flipped the lever on the bier that lowered him into his final resting place. The irony of this final act wasn't lost on me. Today is the first time in a long time when this day just... fucks with me. Makes me remember the day he died in my arms and while I was futilely trying to save his life - and knowing that I couldn't. For the first time in a long time, I feel... the anger I felt so long ago. Having the very... fucked up thought that we had fought the day he died because I was protecting his lady from him wanting to beat on her for some shit that never happened but he kept insisting that it did. It was, ironically, the last time we'd fight... and there would be no sex to follow.

The morality - or the immorality - of what we were doing wasn't lost on either of us. We often talked about it and agreed that because we shouldn't be having sex, it made having sex even better. That we would fight "to the death" was weird because, sure, we couldn't stand each other, and he hated that he could never best me in a fight and even if he tried to sneak me but that made us... respect each other. It was like we were different people; one way when we were arguing and fighting, totally different when we were naked and working on urging each other to cum in both mouth and ass.

I loved how he felt in my mouth and ass and he made no bones about loving those same feelings. We would talk about other guys we had sex with and while they were from okay to good to decent, it wasn't the same when it was me and him and I would spend a lot of time thinking about why it wasn't the same other than what was readily obvious. Maybe it was the taboo. Maybe it was something else. I can't say that I ever really figured it out but having sex with him was special even if it was the only time we got along with each other.

We had had sex just mere days before his death. Our routine had never changed since that very first day after I caved into him. We'd suck each other off, rest up for a bit, then fuck each other; who went first in something didn't matter a whole lot. Even in those moments when we'd have sex after I kicked his ass, we'd quickly decide who would be sucked off first and then it would happen. And this last time wasn't any different. Since he and his family was living with me and my family, we'd often be alone in the apartment while the women were doing... women stuff and the kids would be with them or in school and we'd both come in from a long day of pounding the pavements looking for a decent paying job and as we sat and talked about the prospects and failures, it just made sense to have sex and, again, this last time wasn't any different.

He had come in from another futile attempt to find a job and said, "I need some dick." And I was more than happy to give it to him - and we would sometimes have to remind each other that we had better have something left for our women or we'd be in the doghouse - and if you're wondering if they knew, they did know and got to watch us since it "made perfectly good sense" for the four of us to get it on with each other.