[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]My first wife and I were sitting around and just talking when she asked, "Would you be upset if I got a dildo?" I said that I wouldn't be but, of course, I asked her why she wanted one and she said, "Oh, you know, for those times when a girl has to do what a girl has to do." I just nodded and said, "Well, let's go see what the adult place has to offer!" The kids were with their grandmother so off we went to one of the few remaining adult book stores that had toys. We must have spent an hour looking at all they had to offer and I was getting a private kick out of how nervous she was knowing that she's looking at the many dildoes on display and there are a lot of other people roaming around looking for stuff. She'd look at one and ask me what I thought about it... and I managed to keep myself from laughing but I'd say that she should pick whichever one she thought would best serve her purposes because, after all, she was gonna be the one using it. She finally settled on what I'd call a rather "vanilla" dildo; nine inches, maybe five inches in diameter with a huge knob and a lot of large "veins" all along the shaft but not with a handle at the bottom; they had several with a handle but they were out of our price range and, of course, it was made out of some kind of rubber or latex. I almost peed on myself as she took it to the counter to pay for it and the guy at the register was nodding his approval of her choice and she was so embarrassed that he said to her not to be and most of his dildo customers were women. It probably didn't make her feel any better and she was in quite a hurry to get back in the car.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Being easy and making it easy to have sex with me has served me well with both men and women; it's the reason why I've had so much sex throughout my life and more so because I really don't care about the stuff that other people are so concerned about. Nothing matters other than your desire to have sex and I did, most certainly, learned that when you make it harder, you're not gonna get any from anyone. I value desire over skill; you ain't gotta be a porn star - you just gotta want to do it and to the best of your ability because it's all I can do. I don't want or need to be impressed so don't trouble yourself trying to impress me... because I'm not going to try to impress you - it's unnecessary. Just do the best you can do - I can't ask for anything more than that and, again, I can only do the best I can do. Be of legal age to have sex; be clean and healthy; don't give me a reason to think you're gonna be my idea of an asshole. If you can't get me into your bed, chances are it's something you said or did and it's not because I don't want to be there. Nothing else matters because I don't think it should; anything else that matters only serves to make sure I'm not getting the sex I want. Easy, right? Not all that much of a secret. And the most important part of this is I am always prepared to deal with the consequences of my actions. Not much scares me and I don't scare easily to begin with. If there's something that two guys can do that I haven't done, it's probably because I didn't want to do it. And I live by a code that was put in place a very long time ago: I won't tell if you won't.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Of course and just like anyone else, there's some shit I ain't ever gonna do, oh, like, if you wanted to tie me up and just use the shit out of me, the answer is no; got a fetish I ain't feeling? Nope - can't help you; I'm not dressing up like a girl or playing with your feet, giving or taking golden showers - stuff like that. What? You want me to tie you up and beat on you and make you submit to whatever I feel like doing? Eh, no and I will tell you that it would not be a good thing for you since I long ago learned that I like "beating on people during sex" way too much for my own comfort so, that would be a definite no. Roleplaying? I don't have the patience for it and I'm too literal-minded about having sex because while sex is fun, it's not a game to me... and I had that cousin who, I guess, "made sure" that sexual role playing was gonna be something I wasn't going to like a whole lot. Having said that, if it's something we can both agree on and you meet my three criteria, the only thing I wanna know now is when and where? Easy, right? I'd guess that for a lot of guys, going out of my way to make it easier might sound terribly risky and maybe even dangerous and to that I say what I've always said: I'm horny... not stupid; if I get the slight whiff of something that ain't quite right, the answer is no and that's my final answer; thanks to the mistakes I've seen others make, when in doubt, I just won't. Do I worry about catching something? Of course I do but I'll also point out that I have [B]never[/B] caught anything nasty. Never. Because I do know how to say no; it's just that I don't go out of my way to find reasons to say no to anyone. But if you give me one, guess what ain't gonna happen? I even know what to look for when it comes to a healthy dick and I just might be the smartest person you'll ever meet because I do know some stuff about that... because I learned that not knowing this stuff is what gets people in serious trouble when it comes to sex... and I still trust my instincts more than I will trust anything you have to say. They haven't been wrong yet. My secret isn't that much of one. Nine times out of ten, I've already decided to say yes... unless you fuck up and give me a reason to say no. I never - and still don't - give a shit about the things a lot of guys fret over; you have a dick; it works the way it's supposed to; you're old enough to keep both of us out of prison and, importantly, I'm not going to have to be forced to defend myself. So what if you don't have a huge cock? Doesn't matter to me. I'm not really a "fan" of kissing and cuddling but I've done it just the same so if you wanna warm up with kissing and all that? I'll give it try with you but it's not gonna be a reason for me to tell you no, thanks for asking. That top and bottom thing? I could care less about it; either way works for me and it really does depend on how I feel at the moment... and I've been known to change my mind, too. Rimming? Uh... nope; don't know you that well enough. Fisting? Nope, not even going there. You wanna play alpha male games? I'm not the one... because I'm just as alpha as the next guy and with a very nasty and quick temper and, fuck no: I'm not a girl so don't even think about treating me like one and I might be a lot of things but submissive isn't one of them. Yeah... I got some "rules" and as long as you don't push up against them, we're going to get along fine and make each other cum. Otherwise, sure - we can do something. Just one thing and this is the now 65-year-old talking: If you don't suck dick or don't want your dick sucked, I'm gonna have to tell you thanks... but no thanks because why should you be the only one having this particular kind of fun? If fucking ain't your thing, I'm good with that but, yeah, I could change my mind about it.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]My protege said one day, "It couldn't have been that easy!" and I said, "Yeah, it was really that easy, well, at least for me and it was that easy because - and I hate to say it - I went out of my way to make it easy; that's something that, these days, guys aren't so willing to do." He said - and in a joking kind of way, "Wow... you were quite the nasty critter!" And I said, "Yep - sure was and I still am." I explained to him - and not for the first time - that I only have three main criteria: Be of legal age to consent to sex wherever we happen to be; be clean and healthy enough for sex; don't be my idea of an asshole. If you meet these things, we can do it; if you don't meet any of these things, it's not gonna happen and it's not going to be easy for you to convince me otherwise because while I've learned from my own mistakes over the decades, I've really learned from the mistakes others have made and mistake they're now wishing they hadn't made. He's asked me about my "type" of guy and I don't think he really believes me when I say that I don't have one. Race doesn't matter to me nor does any of the other stuff that guys fret over. He'll send me a pic of a guy with a ginormous dick and how he wouldn't even look at it... and I'll say, "Shit, if I did anything, I'd definitely suck it!" He gets... tickled or impressed or something when guys my age and old wants to get him naked in some way and he'll sometimes ask me how I'd feel if some guy older than I am wanted to do something... and I'll tell him that if he can meet my three things, sure -why not? Or some really young buck will be chasing after him and he'll ask, "Would you do him?" Of course I would... as long as he's 18 and able to prove it if I happen to think he's trying to bullshit me; otherwise, why not?[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]By the time HIV/AIDS appeared on the scene, it was a damned good reason to tell some guys, "Nah, that's okay..." - but not all guys. I'd even go as far as to say that I was very damned lucky to be able to say yes to guys that I somehow knew were safe to say yes to - and whether I knew them or not. In my head, it would be "simple" in that if everything checked out with the guy, then it would be on... but if something didn't sound or feel right, it just wasn't going to happen. And even then, it was never about what some guy wanted to do because it didn't matter to me any more than it mattered to me what he looked like, how old or young he was, or how big his dick was. My only... issue was guys with uncut dicks; the only thing they were allowed to do was fuck me with them because I just wasn't - and couldn't - put those ugly things in my mouth but, yeah, I could wrap my hand around them and jerk them and if they were okay cumming like that, fine but if they weren't? Lemme bend over for you so you can stick it in me because if I try to suck it, I'm gonna throw up all over the place and I know I will because the few times I even tried to suck an uncut dick, I threw up before I could get it into my mouth. Lesson learned. Other than that? The answer was always yes until given a reason to say no. Getting even older and wiser was showing me that some guys were making it all to easy for me to say no to them and mostly because there was something about them than I just didn't like and even if I wanted to, if my instincts said, "Tell this asshole no!" I would tell him thanks, but no thanks. The logic, at least for me, was simple: You get to get more dick when you say yes than you do when you say no... but if you're gonna say no, be sure there's a reason you can point to for turning down some dick... And for me, that was usually whatever was going on in the other guy's head about it. Mindset. Attitude. Stuff like that. Even as I got into middle age, this was - and still is - the determining factor; if you don't feel right to me, the answer is no; if I have any doubts or uncertainties, I'm either going to tell you no or honestly tell you that I need to think some more about you. You don't get kicked to the curb for anything other than not feeling right to me and that includes trying to bullshit me and trying to con me into believing that you're the guy I should have sex with: I've been around the block so many times that I own the damned block so you're not likely to be able to fool or otherwise get over on me.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Whenever I talk to my protege about all the dick I was able to get, he sometimes asks me how I managed to do that and more so when I grew up at a time when homosexuality was the most hated thing in the world and even more so because, as it was being said, Blacks were the most homophobic people on the planet. I'd tell him that sometimes I was just in the right place at the right time but my real "secret" was that I rarely, if ever, said no when some guy - any guy - would ask me if I wanted to do it with him. Sometimes, I would say no because the guy asking didn't "feel" right and I'd learn that this was my instincts giving me a warning and one that, yeah, I learned the hard way to pay attention to. But if my instincts weren't warning me, sure - when and where? It wasn't even a matter of what; topping, bottoming, flip-flopping (in today's terms) didn't matter and while I had to learn how to deal with guys using me only as a cum-dump, eh, I learned to get over it because a guy did it to me and it felt good, well, most of the time and while he was doing it but sometimes not so much after the fact. It's the thing that, today, tends to embarrass me when I think about how easy I was but not easy because I was gullible but easy because I loved doing it with other guys and it made sense to me that if a guy wanted to it to or with me, saying yes made more sense than saying no... but, again, I'd learn that sometimes I should have said no but it's done and over with so there's that. As I got older and wiser in these things, I'd have a lot of good reasons to say no to a guy and sometimes I would... but not all of the time. Oh - you want me to suck your dick (or you wanna suck mine)? Okay! You wanna stick it in my ass and fuck me (or you want me to do that to you)? Okay! You want us to take turns sucking and fucking each other? Great! When and where? Not much of a real secret, huh? As I continued to grow and learn, I'd see guys pretty much going out of their way to find reasons not to do it... but they liked doing it... and then they'd moan and groan about missing that opportunity and that they should have said yes, knew they wanted to say yes, but just didn't. Even they'd ask me how I was getting so much dick and they weren't and I'd tell them, "I rarely say no."[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]But I couldn't bring myself to do that; that really wasn't me and no matter how pissed off I was so I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to a sitting position and said, "Here... let me pay you the fee for the ride..." and pressed my knob against his lips; if he resisted, okay - I'd just get dressed and leave but he opened his mouth and let me in and, again, kinda unlike the way I usually am, I started fucking into his mouth, not enough to hurt him but he wanted to suck this dick? Well, maybe he'll be careful what he asks for with the next guy! Now, I'm really kinda thinking that I'm fucking his mouth and in a way I had hoped he didn't really like - serves him right - but he grabs my ass and shoves the rest of my dick in then used his hands to let me know I can go back to fucking his mouth - but deeper... so that's what I do but I'm also admitting a couple of things to myself. One is I didn't like myself for doing it this way... and, hmm, it's kinda fun, too. At one point, I had pulled out, pushed him onto his back again, and then straddled his face - but not sitting on his chest - and went back to fucking his mouth that way and a way I had seen in a porno flick. He's fingering my ass and balls and that's just making me fuck his mouth even more until we both felt my dick swelling and I unloaded into his mouth and with most of my dick down his throat. As I came, yeah - I felt kinda bad because he could choke but, then again, he wasn't in distress so I didn't move until I was done. I got off of him and if looks could kill, he "killed" me a few times - and I ignored his looks and gave him one of my own that said, "You really don't wanna fuck with me about this..." Then he smiled - and giggled like a girl - and said, "That was amazing! Can you stay and do it like that again?" I said, "Hell, no; just give me the money you promised and I'm outta here - I gotta go to work in a couple of hours!" He goes to his bedside table and hands me a small wad of bills, all the while pleading with me not to leave but I got dressed, gave him some kind of a look, and left for home. As I walked in the chilly air, I wasn't happy with myself about the way I treated him but, on the other hand, you piss me off and the payment for that might not be me kicking your ass - that would be too easy. I shuddered to realize the depth of my ability to be... evil, for lack of a better word. I shouldn't have done what I did and the way I did but I also found that I didn't give a fuck, either. What made it worse, at least for me, was that I found no pleasure in busting a nut in his mouth... but my anger and temper was really happy about how it went down. I got home and went to bed and my last thought before sleep claimed me was that it was I was never gonna see that guy again. I was wrong... but that's for another time.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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