[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]We were still standing there and staring at each other's crotch; he's still slapping his palm with that thick-assed dick and licking his lips and I'm standing there and practically drooling and I almost laughed because I realized that we were both standing there waiting for the other to get this thing started. I felt myself move toward him - and then I shocked myself by wrapping one arm around him and my hand was pulling his head toward me and into a kiss... and shocking because I had long since learned that I didn't like kissing guys but my body was making an exception. Our lips met; his parted and my tongue immediately slipped inside and he moaned, pressing his body against mine and because we were about the same height, I could feel his big dick rubbing up against my own and I could feel the heat radiating off of it and it sent a chill through me. I'm not sure how long we stood there kissing; Jamaal had melted against me and he clung to me in a way I found comforting and exciting... and the next thing I knew, we were no longer standing and kissing in the living room but we were upstairs in his bedroom, on the bed, and still kissing like our lives depended on it. Kissing him was way better than I had - or could have - expected... but I needed that dick in my mouth so I reluctantly broke the kiss and starting kissing and licking my way down his body, feeling him shiver as I licked and lightly sucked on his neck and ears before moving to his nipples; they were, I guess for a guy, unusually large and I licked them, sucked them, even bit them, making him moan and squirm beneath me. I felt his hands on my head and even before he started pushing me downward, I knew what he wanted me to lick and suck on so I didn't waste any more time getting into position to do what we both knew had to be done.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Jamaal shook his head and blinked like he was just waking up and said, "Damn... you look even better naked!" I felt myself blush, felt my dick get even harder than it already was and I mumbled my thanks for his compliment and spent a few seconds shifting back and forth on my feet as Jamaal stood and started to undress. My eyes were all over him as he exposed his body to me and everything I was seeing was telling me that when we finally got started, oh, yeah - it was going to be worth it. Physically, I'd have to say he was... average. He was in good shape but he didn't have a six-pack or bulging pecs and I guessed we were about the same weight, give or take a pound or two. But when he pulled down his underwear and stepped out of them, I stopped breathing for a moment when my eyes fixed on his cock. My god... he really did have a snake in his pants! Maybe nine or ten inches and fat - and so fat that I actually looked at my hands and wondering if I could wrap a hand around him. The veins that stood out along his shaft were thick and snake-like as well and there were a lot of them, too. I heard myself gasp... and Jamaal's skin tone was just light enough for me to see him blush. "Too big?" he asked me and snapping me out of my awe of his erection. "Huh? Oh, no, it isn't," I said, finding my voice. "It's impressive, though - how do you fit that in your underwear?" He laughed and I did, too... and my mind was asking me if I was crazy because I had to be if I wanted him to fuck me with that dick - and I did want him to fuck me with it. My brain got even more worried when Jamaal absently grabbed his dick in one hand and started slapping the palm of his other hand with it; the sight and heavy thudding sound instantly had me thinking about blackjacks, those weapons made of leather and filled with a lead bar. A chill went through me and I wasn't sure if it was a pleasant one or not.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]When "Jamaal" and I first met, we hit it off instantly; he was smart, amiable, maybe not as funny as he thought he was, and otherwise my idea of a fairly average kind of guy. There was a chemistry between us and, initially, I think we both felt it but even if he really hadn't, I had felt it. Looking at him didn't make me all weak in the knees or had me fawning over him... but my body seemed to know that it wanted to be very intimate with him and the sooner, the better. One day we were talking about a lot of nothing that was important when he stuck in an unexpected change of subject by saying, "There's something about you that I just can't put my finger on..." which had me asking him, "There is? What are you thinking?" It was at that point where I knew that the urge to have sex with him wasn't one sided and now he was taking the initiative to start talking about it - or I had hoped. It didn't take us long to unveil our bisexuality to each other and it seemed to me that Jamaal felt... relieved to get it out in the open. We spent quite a few hours talking about how we got started with having sex with men and he seemed to relax even more when, after he told me about the uncle who had seduced him, I didn't react badly about it; in fact, I had said, "Shit just happens like that..." "So what are we gonna do about this?" he asked. "Obviously, we both feel what's happening between us!" "What do you wanna do?" I asked - and mentally slapping myself for such a lame response. We both fell quiet for a moment and we were both waiting on each other to put the proposition on the table and, well, my impatience got the best of me and more so when it seemed like my brain decided to go on vacation but my body was screaming at me and telling me how badly I had to have him. "Well, I guess we could start out going down on each other," I said - and feeling my dick getting hard just thinking about getting a first look - and taste - of his cock. "When?" he asked. "Now would be a good time, huh?" I answered. My brain woke up long enough to suggest that things shouldn't move this quickly but that... thing I knew we had wasn't of a mind to wait any longer. So before he could respond, I stood up and started undressing, feeling his eyes on me and with an intensity that, for the first time in a long time, kinda made me feel uncomfortable. I shrugged it off and stood before him, watching him looking at me; he sat there so long that I was starting to think that I'd guessed wrong about him despite what we shared about our sexual past.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]It's just as real as bisexuality is. It's how a lot of people not only learned about sex, it's how they became bisexual and even when those seriously horny cousins were all in the mix... and it's almost a sure bet that those horny-assed cousins were all up and into the "I" word, too. I'm just the guy who has the nerve to say something about this because, like it or not, it's part of the truth of the human condition that, again, [B]no one[/B] wants to talk about or admit to: It's humanity's very dirty little secret... and not really so much of one.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I remember going to visit a friend of a friend and when his parents told me he was in his room and I could go on up, when I walked into his room, his little sister was in the middle of sucking his dick and he was fingering her pussy as, as I recall, she was eight at the time. He looked up, saw me, and spoke; she stopped sucking him, waved to me and asked, "You wanna be next?" Um, really? Of course I wanted to be next... but I was shocked that the two of them had the nerve to be doing this... while their parents were downstairs! My friend must've figured out why I was still standing there looking shocked and said, "Don't worry about them..." and his sister said that I should get my dick out and stick it in her pussy while she sucked her brother's dick and against all common sense, um, I did. Much later and when he and I were outside, he told me that his parents knew they were fucking and I just didn't believe a word of it... but it must have been true because the whole time the three of us were having sex, their parents [B]never [/B]asked what we were doing or even came to see what we were doing. He told me - in between us going to the woods and sucking each other off - that his parents had told them that they knew they were gonna have sex - so go ahead and do it and as long as it wasn't being forced, it was okay. It was unbelievable but still true... and I found out that these two weren't the only ones who were allowed to have sex with their siblings as long as it didn't get "out of hand" and if someone said it had to stop, it had better stop... or else. One of the reality of this and, again, one that no one wants to talk about or even acknowledge. Even I had to come to terms with this and it wasn't that easy to do to see this as a part of life even though it was a "bad" part of it. I had to see and understand that even though we were siblings, we were still very much boys and girls and that nature, itself, really didn't care about who we had sex with... as long as we had sex... and even if some shit went wrong at times. The rules and laws made sense - and they still do... but the truth is that those rules and laws have always been thrown away; the risk of birth defects is very real if a brother fucks his sister and she gets pregnant so there's more than enough reason to make sure it never happens... but it has happened and there's no way that I know or can think of that can stop it from happening since, duh, the rules and laws can't and more so if, one, no one else knows it's happening and, two, no one is complaining about it.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]My friends, this is the reality that decent people don't ever want to admit to or even talk about. I know a lot of my friends became bisexual because of the "I" word and, again, kid logic said that if two brothers could do it to each other, any two boys could do it, too... so why not? Girls weren't immune to having sex with their sisters and, yeah, sometimes, they'd wind up doing it to each other to keep themselves from doing it with their brother(s) or other boys - it was safer for them and losing their hymen to probing female fingers wasn't evidence of being sexually active... and licking each other's pussies left zero evidence of sexual activity. I'd then grow up and find out that, for some, the "I" word was still in effect and way past childhood. Greater risks and even greater penalties and punishments since, being "grown up," one is expected to know better but the one thing I learned that remained consistent was if nothing bad happened, it wasn't a problem since being older meant being legally able to consent to sex... even if the sex was, in itself, illegal. It all made sense: Who better to have sex with than with someone you knew like the back of your hand? Who was that person or persons you knew you could trust more and better than any of your friends? And who was it who was less likely to complain about it or snitch to the peeps about having sex with each other? It is important to state as a fact and for the record that not all siblings had sex with each other or even thought about it. I grew up with guys with sisters who really didn't like their sister and sisters who couldn't stand their brother or brothers and didn't even like being in the same room with them or breathing the same air so the thought of having sex with them? Ew - gross! It's just that not all siblings felt that way and, at the least, they'd think about what it might be like to have sex with a sibling - but not try to do it... and some did do it. One guy I grew up told me that he started having sex with the fellas... because he was tired of his sister always wanting him to eat and fuck her and that happened because she told him that if he didn't do it to her, she would tell their parents that he tried to; she knew - and he knew - what would happen if she did that. So she coerced him into having sex with him and he said that he had to admit that he really did like it and more so because he really did love his sister... and he didn't want to get his ass kicked because of a lie. Doing it with us guys was just a break for him and something different than always doing it to her. And, yeah: His sister really didn't care what boy did it to her as long as they did and that included me, too. And none of us, at the time, thought there was anything unusual about it: It was just the way it was. I was smart and intuitive enough even then to figure out that if it was like this for us, there was no way we were the only ones who knew about sex like this - and interacting with kids outside of my neighborhood proved that our dirty little secret wasn't all that secret: It was a secret that a lot of kids knew and were having fun with.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]What was proven was that no matter how hard adults tried to keep us from having sex, it rarely stopped us from checking it out... and with whoever else was of a mind to check it out. Of the forty or so of us, I'm sure that more than half of us were having sex with our siblings (for those who had them). When all of us boys and girls got together to have sex, none of us thought anything about the fact that we could be screwing our brother or sister along with anyone else and we had some sibling pairs who preferred to have sex with each other over doing it with anyone else - but they'd do it with someone else because it was still - and more - sex. Even if we didn't have what I'd call full awareness in this, oh, yeah - we knew that brothers and sisters did the nasty with each other and was having fun doing it and it didn't take to much longer for it to be found out that siblings weren't the only ones doing the nasty like that; some parents were having sex with their kids and I'd think that was funny since of those who were known to be doing it like this, they were also the one's always talking about how it should never happen and other stuff. It taught me the word, "hypocrite" if it taught me nothing else. Those of us who were thinkers didn't have much of a problem putting it all together; we knew it was bad and we knew of the troubles involved but our brand of kid logic said that if nothing bad happened, then was it really bad? Technically? Yes; against all of the rules! Actually? Eh, not really all that bad and, we figured out, mostly because those of us who were experiencing it weren't forced into doing it - to say we eagerly wanted to do it with our siblings was a gross understatement and it was true that those whose parents were doing them, [B]they wanted it[/B] with, again, only a scant few having problems with that aspect.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I've spent a very large part of my life learning about bisexuality including how and why people wind up being bisexual... and the "I" word is all up in the middle of it. I knew of - and had heard - many horror stories... but I also knew of - and heard - of many more stories that weren't so horrible and I had to ask myself if this incest thing was really as bad as adults were saying it was. Sure - it was evil and unholy and girls getting pregnant by a brother or father could wind up giving birth to a monster... if she was allowed to give birth at all and eavesdropping on adults was proof that such things happened. Brothers doing it to each other was unmanly and any brothers who got caught or, sometimes, just suspected of it, would be dealt with harshly, not so much for having sex but for being, again, unmanly - a faggot, fairy, or queer. Even I would sometimes find myself lying on my stomach and with my brother's dick moving in and out of me and wondering just what was so bad about this; or I'd be in him and fucking him and he's moaning and groaning happily and I was understanding that there was, apparently, a huge difference between doing it like this because you wanted to... and being made to do it against one's will. Even before that, I still remember the day all of us were told that we could no longer take a bath together and, at the time, I didn't understand why and our parents wouldn't say anything more about it... but it didn't take me long to figure it out and even more so when either my sister or I would get yelled at just for being in the bathroom together and washing our hands... or being anywhere else in the apartment where they couldn't see us. But they'd toss me and my brother in the tub together and the only admonishments we'd get was to not get water all over the place and, oh, yeah, make sure we really washed... or they'd do it for us. Okay... what was really going on? My very fertile mind put it all together and fused it with what a lot of my friends were telling me: Parents were separating us like that and watching us closely because they didn't want us having sex with each other... or anyone else, for that matter.[/SIZE][/FONT]