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  1. Word of Mouth - Part I

    [FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]The neighborhood I grew up in consisted of an area that, in one direction, went from 5th Street to 7th and, in the other, from Washington Street to Madison Street and with the street I lived on - 6th and Jefferson - in the middle. When our parents would tell us to go outside but don't leave the neighborhood, they explicitly made these boundaries clear to us. Other than going to school, we'd need permission to leave those boundaries until we were old and responsible enough to step outside the boundaries.

    Not that we really obeyed that all of the time. Inside our "box," that was our world for the most part and I'd say that, for me, 90% of the sex I had was within that box and that maybe 95% of the sex I had was with the guys and gals in my neighborhood.

    But the other 5% came from outside of our neighborhood and, literally, on the other side of the streets which defined where our neighborhood ended and in all directions. While the majority of us were "restricted" to the confines of our neighborhood, that didn't mean that other were so restricted and as evidenced when a guy I knew didn't live in our area walked up to me and started talking.

    "Hey, um, I hear you like to do it with boys," he said after saying hi to me.

    I was shocked! My mind was giving me a busy signal trying to figure out how he could have heard this when, again, he didn't live in my neighborhood. While I stood there - and probably with a dumbstruck look on my face - he said, "If it's true, then, um, is there somewhere we can go so we can do it? I hear you're good at sucking dick and I like doing that, too! Oh, yeah, and I heard you can shoot - can you really?"

    He heard what? From who? I didn't know what to think or how to respond to what he just said; there was a lot of "noise" in my head. I remember staring at my feet for what felt like an hour before I looked up at him and, okay, I had seen him before... because he went to my school. Everything started to fall into place and the "noise" in my head got quiet; he's standing there with a hopeful look on his face and something in my head made a decision and I'm still not sure how it did that but I said, "Yeah, it's all true... and follow me - I know where we can go..."[/SIZE][/FONT]
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  2. Animal Crossing: How to attract villagers to your island

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    Tom Nook is an important NPC to help the player, and having the island will help you from the start. According to his tips, players need to build houses and furniture to attract villagers. Collecting recipe cards and basic resources is crucial. Especially construction materials that, like weeds, need to wait for a long time.

    The second method is also hinted at by Tom Nook. We need the first Nook Miles Tickets he rewards, to experience the first mysterious island trip. You can go to a friend's island, you can go to a desert island. There will be random villagers hanging out on the desert island, and we can talk to the villagers and persuade them to come to our island. After that, we need to use Nook Miles to buy our own tickets. It's a great way to go to the islands and run into villagers because it's fun and requires the right kind of conversation to engage them.

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    Then we can use Amiibo to visit our island. Operating on Nook Shop Terminal and inviting them to camp on the island is also a great way to attract villagers. Before using Amiibo, watch out for hipster puppy Harv, who can also use Amiibo on his island of Photopia.

    According to Tom Nook's tips, building on an island is the best thing to do. Players often [url=https://www.mmoso.com/Animal-crossing_Bells]Buy ACNH Bells[/url]. In the game, the basic materials of buildings and rich and beautiful items are all required to be collected or manufactured by the players themselves, which obviously will have a lot of boring times.
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  3. "Blackmailed" - Part V

    [FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]After we got done and were leaving the hideout, he stopped suddenly, turn to look at me and asked, "Wait... you're not gonna tell anybody we did this, are you?"

    "I'm not a rat," I said. "I won't tell if you won't and that's a promise."

    "Can I tell my brother?" he asked.

    "You can tell him; it's not like you're gonna tell him anything that me and him haven't done - but you know that already," I said after a moment. "But you can't tell anyone who doesn't know what goes on around here."

    I didn't have to say, "Or else;" he knew just as well as I did what happened to guys who did it with each other and then ran around telling everyone what they did - and we all knew everyone who had no reason to know what we were doing.

    We had a code and one we all took seriously and, for a moment, I wondered if the neighborhood tattletale would really be able to keep his big mouth shut but I thought he would since guys who did tell tended to get beaten up by whoever they ratted on. He wasn't that good of a fighter so I was sure he didn't want to face that punishment by breaking the code.

    "Don't worry - I won't," he said. "I didn't think you'd turn this around on me but you did. How'd you do that?"

    "I'm smarter than you are," I said. "It took me a while but I figured out that if you promised to rat on me so we could do it, I could rat on you, too."

    "Damn, I didn't think about that," he said. "I just wanted us to suck each other's dick."

    "You could have just asked," I said. "I would have said yes."

    "Why?" he asked.

    "Because I like doing it with boys who like doing it with boys," I said. "But you threatened to rat me and your brother out and I didn't like that at all; I was thinking about beating you up... but that would have made you rat anyway. All you had to do was ask if we could do it."

    "I didn't think about that," he admitted. "Would you really have told my parents what me and my brother were doing?"

    "Yes, I would have," I said. "You should have known that I knew you two were doing it - how do you think we got to doing it? He told me he was doing it with you and he wanted to do it with other guys so we did."

    "Is he better than me?" he asked.

    "You're both good at doing it," I said, which was a little bit of a lie because his brother was better at sucking dick - but I wasn't gonna tell him that.

    I didn't have anymore problems with him and he stopped ratting on the other kids, too. He had blackmailed me into doing it with him and when I found out there was a word to describe what he did, that made me mad at him all over again. I had meant it when I told him he didn't have to say what he did; all he had to do was ask me if I'd do it with him like I was doing it with his brother and I would have been all for it... but that's not what he did and it made me blackmail him in return.

    Not my idea of fun. It went against the code we all promised to go along with. If you wanted to do it, ask and if we did it, you just couldn't tell "everybody" that we did, well, nobody that didn't already know what almost all of the boys in the neighborhood was doing.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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  4. "Blackmailed" - Part IV

    [FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]He stood there and I could see him thinking and it was like I knew what he was thinking; he was thinking that if he dared me to rat on him about what him and his brother were doing and what we had been doing, I would take the dare and rat on him and even if we both got our asses beaten for it.

    "No, I'm not daring you," he finally said. "So now what?"

    I hadn't really thought that part out but I said, "The deal is you don't rat on me and I won't rat on you - take it or leave it. And don't think I won't rat you out because I will and I don't care if I get a beating!"

    "Deal," he said.

    "Deal," I agreed. We spit in our hands and shook on the deal; we both knew that to break the deal we just made would be a very bad thing to do. Yeah, he was the biggest tattletale in the neighborhood but he did have honor and wasn't going to go back on his word or any deal that he'd make.

    "So now what? I really liked what we were doing, didn't you?" he said after another long pause.

    "We can still do it," I heard myself saying. "We can even fuck if you want to... but now you know that you'd better not rat on me or anyone else because if you do..."

    I let the implied threat just hang in the air and waited to see what he was gonna do or say now.

    "Okay," he finally said and a part of me just loved the defeated look on his face. "Um, ah, um, do you wanna go somewhere so we can, um, um, fuck?"

    "Sure," I said. "I've been wanting you to fuck me anyway!"

    We went to one of the hideouts and after spending some time sucking each other, we took turns fucking each other and, yeah, having his dick in me and feeling him shooting his stuff in me was better than I had imagined it would be. When I fucked him, he had admitted it was his first time being fucked and asked me not to stick it in too far. I didn't but once I got some of my dick in him, he told me to put it all in and do it to him - and I happily did just that.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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  5. "Blackmailed" - Part III

    [FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]"That was nice," he said once he let go of me. "I heard you were shooting the stuff and now I know it's true."

    "Thanks," I said; not only was it the only thing I could say, I didn't even know why I said it and felt stupid for saying it.

    "This time, we're gonna do it together - and I know you know how to do that," he said. He turned around and stretched out alongside me and, for a moment, I wasn't going to open my mouth but he was pressing his soft dick against my mouth and it just opened all by itself and I was sucking his dick and not even thinking about it. I felt his mouth close around me; felt his tongue moving around all over my dick and after a few minutes of doing this to each other, I felt his dick getting hard in my mouth as well as mine getting hard in his.

    It was... embarrassing in a way I couldn't explain but at the same time, it was so good, too; it made me feel good and bad at the same time. He shot his stuff first and I wasn't that far behind him and this time, as we laid there breathing like fish out of water, there was nothing to be said... but I was thinking that maybe this was something I was going to have to get used to because he was a tattletale.

    And he proved me right because as I got dressed and ready to leave he said, "Don't forget what I said - any time I want you to or else!"

    I "gave in" to his blackmail no less than twice a day for the next week... and the worst part of it was that it was fun for us to be sucking each other and it would have been even more fun if he were to fuck me and, oh, yeah, I wanted to feel him inside of me... but he'd ruin that thought by reminding me of the threat he was holding over my head. All along, I was still thinking about getting out of his trap and it wasn't until the next week that I figured it out.

    He had caught with me and said - and as he had been doing all of last week - "You know, right?" But this time, instead of going with him I said, "No. Not this time or the next time or ever!"

    "I'm gonna rat!" he said.

    "So am I," I said right back at him.

    "What?" he asked - and I knew I had him.

    "If you rat on me, I'm gonna rat on you," I said. "I'm gonna tell your father how you and your brother have been doing this all along and you know what's gonna happen!"

    The look on his face told me that I did, indeed, have him in the same rock and hard place he had had me in.

    "You wouldn't dare - you'd be ratting on yourself!" he blurted out.

    "Are you daring me?" I asked slyly. I knew that he knew that I wasn't the guy you'd want to dare to do something especially where doing it with boys was concerned.


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  6. "Blackmailed" - Part II

    [FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I followed him back inside; I still had to pee really bad and now I was feeling sick to my stomach on top of it. I was mad at him, of course, and mad at myself and even my friend because neither one of us paid any attention to what was going on around us but, yeah, it made sense why we weren't.

    "I gotta go to the bathroom," I said.

    "Hurry up," he said. "Don't keep me waiting!"

    I peed and went into the bedroom still thinking about how I could get out of this situation. I saw that he was already naked and his dick was standing at attention already... and a part of me liked what I saw. His dick wasn't as long as mine was but it was fatter and had a big knob on top of it and to make matters "worse," as I got out of my clothes again, my own dick was already hard.

    "Come on over here and suck my dick," he commanded.

    Part of me wanted to run right over and part of me wanted to put my clothes back on and run out of there... but I knew if I did that, he was gonna rat. Shit! So I went over to where he was lying on the bed, grinning at me; I got settled in between his legs, took his dick in my hand - it was very hard and felt really hot in my hand - and started sucking him...

    And "lost my mind" because his dick felt so good in my mouth. I blanked out somewhere along the line because, to me, I had just started sucking his dick and then the next thing I was aware of was him almost yelling, 'Yeah, I'm gonna shoot! I'm gonna shoot!" - and then the feeling of his dick twitching in my mouth and tasting his stuff just before swallowing it.

    He finished shooting in my mouth and said, "Yeah, wow, that was so good! Now I know why you and my brother like doing that to each other!"

    There was nothing I had to say because, shit, I had very much liked sucking him off and now I was mad at myself because I wasn't mad at him because he said he was gonna rat me/us out. I felt like crying but I didn't; I just didn't say anything about what he'd just said.

    While all of this was going on in my head, he gently pushed me onto my back and, wait a minute - started sucking my dick! I was so surprised that I almost shot my stuff right away; none of this was making any sense to me but it didn't take him long to make me stop thinking and get into him sucking me. I yelped that I was gonna shoot and I did; it felt like I was never going to stop shooting and it felt incredible to hear/feel him moaning with my dick in his mouth - and "stupidly" remembering why they called sucking dick a hummer.


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  7. "Blackmailed" - Part I

    [FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I had just gone back outside after me and one of the guys had spent the last hour or so sucking each other off when his big brother - who was maybe two or three years older than I was - walked up to me and said, "I know what y'all were doing!"

    "I don't know what you're talking about," I said and without even thinking while, at the same time, I had this very sudden urge to pee. "What are you talking about?"

    "I'm talking about you and "Carl" sucking each other's dick, not just once but three times," he said.

    "You're crazy," I said and trying to keep my body from shaking on the outside like it was doing on the inside.

    "Am I? Then how do I know you have a birthmark shaped like an island on your left hip if I didn't see what y'all were doing?" he asked... and if I didn't know he had me/us dead to rights, that was the final proof that he had.

    "Um, uh," I stammered, my brain trying to come up with something - anything - to dispute what he said.

    "I should rat you out," he said; he had this smug look on his face that made me want to punch him in the face.

    "Go ahead," I said, mustering up as much defiance as I could - but even I knew how weak it sounded... and I had to pee really bad now.

    "All I gotta do is tell my father, who's gonna tell your father and both of you are gonna get a beating," he said, his smug look getting... smugger. I knew he was right about that and now I understood what it meant to feel like a rat caught in a trap.

    It didn't feel good at all.

    "But, I'm not gonna tell," he said. "You wanna know why?"

    "Why?" I asked - and I had a very bad feeling about asking that.

    "Because you're gonna suck my dick and any time I want you to," he said, closing the trap.

    I was between a rock and a hard place - and now I knew what that meant, having heard it said so many times. If I refused, it was a given he was going to carry out his threat to rat us out; part of his reputation among the neighborhood kids was he was the biggest tattletale around and liked seeing other kids get in trouble. I thought about fighting him; I knew I could beat him - because I had before - but all that would do was give him another reason to rat on me and then I'd have to explain to my parents why we were fighting in the first place; they'd go to his parents and between the four adults, they'd get a confession out of both of us... and things would get very bad once that happened.

    In my mind, I didn't have much of a choice so I said, "Okay. When?"

    "Right now," he said. Oh, I wanted to punch that victorious look right off of his face! "Come on - this is gonna be good!"[/SIZE][/FONT]
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  8. "She Had a Dick!" - Part V

    [FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]We took some time to get cleaned up and she'd made us something eat and drink before going at each other one more time. She had asked if I could stay over and I hated telling her that I couldn't (and I don't remember why I couldn't - I just couldn't). I got dressed - after she sucked me off one more time "for the road," as she put it and I left and as I drove home, I was so mad at myself that I was dimly aware that I'd driven through a couple of stop signs and at least one red light.

    I thought about that day talking to my brother and how pissed off he was... and, again, I knew why he was pissed off. Like him, he wasn't pissed off at the girl who was born with a dick; he was pissed with himself because, like me, every sense he owned got 100% fooled. The woman - man - I just left even felt like a woman; women have a subliminal feel to them that's hard to put into words and she hadn't just fooled my eyes and ears: She fooled that thing inside of me that, before now, knew the difference between a real woman and a guy just acting like one... and the more I thought about it, the madder I got at myself.

    It took me a while to get over it.

    One day, I happened to run into my brother and the memory of what I had experienced that night popped into my head and I said to him, "Remember that day you came home pissed off about that girl having tits, a pussy, and a dick?"

    "Yeah," he said.

    "I know why you were pissed off," I said - then told him what I had experienced like a week ago at that point.

    "Yeah, that's fucked up, ain't it?" he asked once I finished talking. "I felt so fucking stupid when I saw her dick!"

    "I know the feeling," I said, feeling the now-old anger returning along with being highly embarrassed about it. "The sex was fucking amazing, though."

    "Ya know?" he asked.

    After a few minutes spent with both of us in our own head about our similar experiences, he said, "I need some dick... and at least I know you're not a girl..." and we went back to my place to take care of that.

    A month later, I was reading the paper and saw that the woman who I'd had sex with - and had fooled me in a spectacular way - was found dead and, according to the initial police report, had to be identified by dental records. They found out who she was - I immediately recognized both her female name and her male one - and I felt such great sadness; I didn't have to keep reading the article to figure out that she had run into some guy and he found out that she wasn't the woman he thought she would be - and he brutally murdered her and dumped her body down by the river.

    The cops eventually caught him and he wound up getting two life sentences for his crime and I had made a solemn vow to myself to never forget her and the life-changing night we spent together...[/SIZE][/FONT]

    Updated May 7, 2021 at 7:46 PM by KDaddy23

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