[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]The next couple of months was a whirlwind of having sex with him - he was a "natural" at sucking cock and being fucked and just like he'd been doing it all of his life. Per the rules, I had told my wife about it all and she was just as surprised as I had been but she said that he couldn't have picked a better teacher for this than me and bade me to do right by him - and she knew I would. I couldn't convince him to slide that big dick in my ass, though - but while that kinda bothered me, I was okay with it to see this young guy find the sexual happiness he so desperately needed. I found his eagerness to please me so refreshing as I did delight in his utter lack of shame. What surprised me was that once we had started having sex, those girls who'd always turned him down suddenly were literally throwing the pussy at him and as I had advised him, he didn't turn it down... but he told me that while the pussy was good, he still wanted to suck me off and be fucked by me. He told me of the other guys he hung around with who also liked dick in their mouths and asses - that bit of news surprised me some - but he just wasn't interested in them even though I had suggested that he check them out so he could have different experiences under his belt. Just when things were falling into a good routine, I got the news that he was dead. The police had found his broken body at the base of a high railroad bridge in another part of the city... and they were saying that it looked like someone had tossed him off the bridge to his death. I was stunned - everyone in the complex was, too; who would do something like that to such a nice guy? It was heartbreaking to attend his funeral, to see him lying in that casket and looking as if he would just wake up and wonder why everyone was staring at him. Such a loss. Just as he was finding his joy in life, his life was over and I've never really gotten over his senseless murder. The cops eventually found the guy who did it and the asshole got 35 years in prison but to me, that wasn't punishment enough...[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]We went to my bedroom and, wow, Ron had to break a record for getting out of his clothes! I had closed and locked the door and when I turned around, he was naked and, let's say, impressively hard - his dick was absolutely beautiful and magnificent, at least a good eight fat inches and as I got out of my clothes, I was wondering why the girls who seemed to flock around him would be so willing to turn him down for sex. We stood there looking at each other and I could feel his nervousness so I told him that if he didn't really want to do this, he didn't have to - no shame in chickening out. He nodded his understanding and I'd sat down on the bed which I guess was his cue to act; he walked over to me, that big, beautiful cock bobbing as he moved, got to his knees and without one bit of hesitation, took me into his mouth... and it was all I could do not to cum right then and there. He was so... hungry for this and I don't know why it surprised me so much as he ate my dick as if his life depended on it. I stopped him long enough to get him onto the bed with me, arrange us in a sideways 69 so I could feast on his cock as well. It surprised him, I'm sure, because I hadn't gotten in a few good, deep sucks before I felt his cock swell in my mouth just before he shot so much spunk that I almost choked trying to swallow it all! I drained him dry and kinda sat up to look at him, trying not to laugh at the dazed and surprised look on his face. He blinked and said, "You're that kind of guy? Why didn't you tell me?" "I dunno," I said with a shrug. "I needed to be sure that this was going to be the right thing for you." He nodded and went back to sucking me until I could feel myself on the edge and I gave him "the warning" that I was about to cum to give him a chance to avoid it; it's really an acquired taste as you may have heard. But I wasn't surprised that he didn't stop and I exploded into his mouth and while he had some expected "trouble" swallowing it, he stuck with it until I went soft in his mouth. "That was amazing," he said. "It was everything I hoped it would be!" "I'm glad that it was," I said truthfully. "What do you want to do now?" "Can you, um, will you fuck me?" he asked. Okay, didn't see that one coming either and, no I don't know why I didn't because I should have. "I could... but it's not as simple as you might think and if you've heard that it hurts, well, it does," I said - it was just right and fair to tell him the truth. "I don't care," he said with determination. "What do I have to do to get ready for this?" After a trip to the bathroom, we were back in bed; he sucked me into hardness and I lubed us both up and explained to him that at any time, he could stop this. "I need this," he said, lying on his stomach and, I guess, instinctively raising his butt up a little. "Okay... here goes," I said, mounting him and pressing my knob against his hole. I pushed just a little... and was surprised when I went into him right down to the bone and without any resistance. He gasped - we both did - and while I was expecting him to pause to get adjusted, I was the one who needed to pause as he began to move beneath me as if he'd been getting fucked in the ass all along. "God, this feels so good," he said as I fucked him. "Cum inside me, please?" I heard his request and I felt my dick "obey" his "command" as it swelled and started pumping inside him - it was amazing feeling him grinding back against me as I finished inside him. Once I withdrew, I asked him if he wanted to fuck me and he said, "No, I don't want or need to but if you can, fuck me again?" Not sure how I managed to get it up again but after a brief wait, he assumed the classic missionary position and I entered him once more and there was something special about the look I could see in his eyes as I fucked into him. I was lost in my thoughts and the sensations of being in him when he blurted out, "I gotta cum!" I raised up and looked between us and, sure enough, he was very erect and shooting a huge amount of spunk all over his upper chest after the first shot hit him in the face. Most impressive and that sight was enough to bring me as well.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]One highlight of those first couple of years living in that complex was meeting a "brand-new" adult; "Ron" had just turned 19 and he was tall, quite good looking, and just a really great guy. As I got to know him, I learned that his popularity with "da ladies" wasn't what it appeared to be which, frankly, I didn't understand at all but, sometimes, what you see isn't always what's really going on and we'd gotten to know each other well enough for him to talk to me about why girls were always putting him in the friend zone and why they liked him a lot... but not enough to want to be intimate with him as much as they may have been hinting. One day, he was teaching me how to pop-lock and I was eager to learn because it looked so cool and Ron was very good at it, his long, tall and lanky frame perfect for this new dance craze. After an hour or so of my hilarious attempts to duplicate his movements, we stopped to rest and, out of the blue, he asked, "Hey, do you know of any guys who, um, like guys?" Okay, didn't see that coming at all so I asked him why he was asking - even though I had already suspected why he was - and he confirmed that given his lack of success with women, there had to be another way he could have sex and that his thoughts almost immediately turned to guys and because he knew that there were guys who liked having sex with other guys. I'd asked him that if he could, tell me why he wanted to go there and I spent the next hour listening to him pour out his heart, explaining his need and desires while doing my best to answer his questions. By the time he finished talking, I really and truly felt sorry for him and I knew that all I had to do was tell him that I was the kind of guy he was now looking for and I could have him and easily so. And I didn't... and I can't tell you why I didn't but it was a moot point because, after a few moments of reflection on his part, he said, "Would it offend you if I told you I want to suck your dick? If it does, I'll understand." "Why do you wanna to that?" I asked. "Because I think I can trust you and like you said, if I decide to do this, I should do it with someone I trust... and there's nobody else I trust more than you," he said and I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was very serious. "And if I say yes?" I asked - and unnecessarily so because I had already made up my mind to let him blow me if he really wanted to. "It would help me more than you know," he said. "Okay, let's do this," I said.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]One of the advantages of being bi and in an open marriage was that I wasn't limited to interactions with women so being able to pick and choose the dicks I wanted to play with was a plus and while running into women who'd believe that I really did have permission to screw them wasn't easy - at times, I had to get them to call my wife and have that confirmed - there were still plenty of guys flying under the radar who weren't opposed to sucking dick (at the least). HIV/AIDS was spreading like a wildfire so it became a great necessity to be extremely careful and it was clear that this new threat was shutting guys down hard. Still, the key to avoiding contracting this deadly disease was to take the time to know the guy and I mean as thoroughly as humanly possible. That the "supply" of available cocks dropped drastically at this time, as I mentioned, there were still plenty of safe guys and, interestingly, lots of new guys looking to have their first experience with cock. Thanks to my, um, hedonistic childhood, I was used to "doing it" with a guy having his first time doing it but I was learning that when the other guy was as old as you were (and sometimes younger and even older), assuring them that what they wanted to do wasn't as bad as they'd been made to believe wasn't always so easy. There were still periods of "boys being boys;" I remember a lot of days around the apartment complex we lived in and hanging out with the other guys, talking, gossiping, drinking, etc., and I'd have the sense that some of those guys would rather be doing something else other than just hanging out and talking and it was "weird" to see the same thing I used to see in my younger days happening but with the big difference that, back then, one of us would put doing it on the table pretty quickly... but these guys? Oh, they wanted to and I had early on identified the guys I thought would be down for it but for me, it was a wait and see kind of thing and more so when those guys would get sloshed, their inhibitions would get wiped out, and I could get a glimpse of their real self. They say that you should never shit where you eat and there's some sense in this rather crude and gross saying but I found that, nah, when it came to some of those guys, doing what they needed to do was much more important and as evidenced by the fact that in my first couple of years living there, I'd been with almost all of those guys; some were rookies and looking to find out what the big deal was, some were as experienced as I was but, out of necessity, were expert at hiding it from everyone else.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[COLOR=#666666][FONT=Tahoma]So I just have alot on my mind and i'm sure a lot of people probably wont read this post but I just need to get some things down in writing. [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#666666][FONT=Tahoma] [/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#666666][FONT=Tahoma]So my fiance and I joined this site in search of a sister wife or more of a triad relationship. It seems like alot of people on here aren't serious about what they're looking for or message you once then you never hear from them again. We aren't here for a hook up or that "unicorn" We are very serious about our search for someone who will be long term. Part of our life forever. But where do we look? Should we just give up? We have been searching everywhere for quite some time and are getting a little frustrated.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#666666][FONT=Tahoma] [/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#666666][FONT=Tahoma]Are there no girls out there that actually want to live the lifestyle we want? Are there no girls out there that are as serious as we are? We have so much love to share but can't find that "one" who wants what we do. It seems as though finding someone to share your life with is harder than we had planned. Everyone tells us to be patient but for how long? We have been looking for almost 2 years now with not really anyone that is serious.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#666666][FONT=Tahoma] [/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#666666][FONT=Tahoma]Does anyone have any advice or some suggestions on what we should do?[/FONT][/COLOR]
[SIZE=2]For a few years in the 90s, I was the facilitator of a weekly discussion group on polyamory / ethical non-monogamy. We met weekly at a Unitarian Church. Just talk, for 2 hours. Sometimes ice-cream afterwards. Over the years, a few hundred people attended. A very wide variety of people. Mostly singles, some couples, sometimes they brought their kids. Different ages, orientations, incomes, educations, cultures, nationalities, etc. Most people felt that [B]traditional monogamy did not meet their needs[/B]. [/SIZE][SIZE=2] Square peg, round hole. [/SIZE][SIZE=2][SIZE=2]Books like 'The Ethical Slut' and 'Radical Honesty' were discussed in depth. [/SIZE][/SIZE][SIZE=2][SIZE=2][SIZE=2][SIZE=2][SIZE=2][SIZE=2][SIZE=2]Everyone got a lot to chew on and maybe a different perspective. Some f[/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE]olks tried completely different approaches to make things work, from swinging to free love. A few weak relationships crashed, some spectacularly. A few families got started, including mine. [/SIZE] For some individuals, sharing and openness come pretty easy. It makes sense and feels right. Good fit. But many others feel [/SIZE][/SIZE][SIZE=2][SIZE=2][SIZE=2][SIZE=2]existentially [/SIZE][/SIZE]threatened by [/SIZE][/SIZE][SIZE=2][SIZE=2][SIZE=2][SIZE=2]non-monogamy[/SIZE][/SIZE], as though it would murder their identity. Poor fit. To make things work in your life, you really have to know where you are on this spectrum. And where your partner(s) are at. [/SIZE][/SIZE]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]All good things must end. Life with Tim in the mix was good right up until the day he received word that his grandmother - and the woman who raised him - had died, leaving him as her sole heir. It broke my heart and his when he announced that he had to leave to deal with her death... and that chances were he wouldn't be returning and even my wife and kids were upset to hear this. I felt like someone had cut out an important part of me and I wasn't handling it well at all. He was planning to leave the day after - he was going to have a long drive to go where his late grandmother lived and died - and I didn't want him to go but my wife told me that night that she'd take the kids and hang out with them for the day so that Tim and I could have one final moment with each other. That day, we made love and because it really was going to be the last time. We sucked and fucked each other and in between resting up, we spent a lot of time crying in each other's arms and even after neither of us could get it up again. The next day, he was gone... and to this very day, I do not know what has become of him. He'd promised to stay in touch but I never heard from him again... but I will never forget him and the things he taught me about being in love. Admittedly, with him being an effeminate gay man, he often drove me insane but I still loved him just the same and I learned a whole lot more about myself, too.[/SIZE][/FONT]
Updated Mar 5, 2019 at 5:57 PM by KDaddy23
[FONT=verdana]By the time the wife and kids got home, Tim had had dinner fixed - after going out to get some stuff to make dinner with (which he wanted to do). At some point, my wife gave me a look that said that there was probably something we needed to talk about and I gave her a look that said that, yeah, there's something we gotta talk about and later, after we made love, I told her what Tim and I had done earlier and, to be honest, I expected her to tar and feather me for it even though she knew that I was bi; it was quite a scary moment for me as I waited to hear what she was gonna say about it.[/FONT] [FONT=verdana]"That's cute," she said, smiling at me in the darkness. "I kinda figured it was gonna happen."[/FONT] [FONT=verdana]"Huh?"[/FONT] [FONT=verdana]"I could tell he wanted you and he's wanted you since we first met him," she said, surprising me. "So, you know the rule - you have to tell me how it all went down." Because we had an open marriage, one of our rules was that whenever one of us got with someone else, we had to share the juicy details and whether the sex was good or not... so I told it all and including how I felt about him and even told her how he managed to totally fool the daylights out of me.[/FONT] [FONT=verdana]A week later, Tim lost his job and had to leave his apartment because the owner was selling the building; he needed a place to stay and my wife told him that he could stay with us and she wasn't going to take no for an answer and I guess he knew better than to argue with her about it. Once he moved in with us, man, it was strange but wonderful... and kinda annoying in that Tim would pounce on my cock and suck it every chance he got and no matter what I was doing - but never when the kids were present, of course. I found myself doing "double duty;" I'd make love with him and with my wife and it all made having sex even better than I had ever known it to be.[/FONT] [FONT=verdana]Once, I had just finished screwing my wife and as she nodded off, I went to the bathroom to pee and throw some water on my face when Tim came in, took one look at me standing there naked, and started to suck on my dick... and a dick covered with pussy juices, which alarmed me until he stopped long enough to look at me and say, "Your cock tastes good after being in her!"[/FONT] [FONT=verdana]Who knew? He sucked me into hardness again and made me cum as I leaned against the sink to steady myself and it went without saying that I wasn't going to be the only one getting their balls emptied.[/FONT] [FONT=verdana]He was wonderful, magnificent as a person and as a lover and I was still dealing with the fact that I loved him so much. He got along well with my wife and kids, which was even better. I remember the night my wife invited him to sleep with us and, wow, gave him his first taste of pussy, which I was sure he wasn't going to like one bit but he surprised me (and her, I think) because he went down on her without giving it any thought and he even let her suck his cock. I asked him about it the next day and he said that it was a first for him doing that with a woman and he could see why I loved her so much and, strangely, it did my heart good to hear him give her praises and just as it did when she told me that he did a good job eating her for a guy who'd never had pussy before that night. The thing that gave me fits was getting Tim to fuck me, something he was very reluctant to do even though he said he understood my point that when you love each other as we did, it makes sense for him to not be the only one getting fucked. What I didn't know then was he was what we'd call a bottom today so using his cock on me was anathema as far as he was concerned... which didn't stop me from imposing my will upon him and "making" him "prove" his deep love for me by getting his dick in me and fucking me until he creamed me. Oh, he didn't like doing it but he was really good at it - and he said that he wasn't. But I understood his side of things and I spent more time fucking him than he did me... but I was determined that he was gonna fuck me just the same and, shamelessly, because we loved each other and if for no other reason than that. [/FONT]
Updated Mar 5, 2019 at 5:58 PM by KDaddy23
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