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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]“Quite a few times,” I said. I guess that for him, that’s all he needed to hear. I didn’t try to stop him when he moved closer to me as we sat on his bed, unzipped my pants, and pulled my very hard dick out.

”You’re kinda big,” he said just before he lowered his mouth onto me, making me gasp... and him gag a little. I started to pull away but he shook his head and started letting his tongue flick all over my dick and shoving me quickly to the edge.

”Stop - I’m gonna cum!” I said - and Jimmy just nodded and I lost it. To my surprise, he swallowed my spunk, tentatively at first but more... eagerly - I guess the taste agreed with him.

It had been a while since I’d wanted a guy’s cock like I wanted Jimmy’s... and he didn’t keep me waiting. He wriggled out of his pants and underwear... to reveal what I felt was the perfect dick. Average in every way which, for me, meant not too big or small.

Jimmy stretched out, breathing heavily and trembling as I scooted over to him and just swallowed his cock whole. He groaned - then flooded my mouth with warm spunk... and for the first time in a long time, I was pissed that he came too soon.[/SIZE][/FONT]

After successfully sucking and swallowing that first uncovered cock, I felt proud of myself for passing that milestone. A month or so later I was drinking at home alone, when it suddenly occurred to me that I'd like to do that again. So I emailed the guy asking if he wanted another blow job. He replied right away, and showed up thirty minutes later. With no formalities, he dropped his pants and sat down on the couch. I dropped to my knees in front of him, and complimented him on what a great looking cock he had, before engulfing it with my mouth.

The nerves of the previous time were gone, and I could take my time and relish the entire experience. I set about doing just that! I had fantasized for decades about being able to do this, and here was my chance. Having a cock on call excited me beyond measure. I was lost in the sensation of this beautiful cock in my mouth. The sucking itself came so naturally to me that I never had to even question or guess about how to do it. That cock was simply [I]supposed[/I] to be in my mouth. It was like coming home.

The last time, I had not wanted to release that amazing dick from my mouth after he came. This time he asked me not to do that, and I agreed. That meant I needed to make this last as long as possible. To enjoy having that cock in my mouth as long as I could. And man, did I enjoy it. The sensation of finally having what I had dreamed of for so many years, hungered for for so long, (and knowing that it was okay, there was nothing to be afraid of) sent me into a haze of pure cock lust. I lost myself in the feeling of that velvet steel rod on my tongue and in my throat. This was heaven.

As he built to a climax, I used a circular motion with my hand at the base of his rod while sucking hungrily, and it began. He warned me he was cumming, and I only sucked harder as he exploded in my mouth, coating my tongue with his delicious nectar. I held him inside as I swallowed and swallowed. Finally certain that I had gotten all he had to give, I released him from my mouth and said "Thank you!"

A month or so later, I got the urge again.

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]What I should have done was say, “Okay, let’s go...” but there was that whole “daddy” thing that irked me... and it shouldn’t have. The inference to incest doesn’t bother me one bit (I once gave my drunken father a blow job just because he pissed me off) - I just don’t find guys using “daddy” to describe themselves in these things attractive and, then again, I know I can be too literal-minded.

I’m jaded. Spoiled, even. Too used to things being... equal. You suck my dick, you get yours sucked. Why should you have all the fun sucking dick... and does it matter - should it matter - that I love sucking dick, too?

My wife,when I told her about “Mr. Creepy”, laughed and chided me for what I’d said to him about growing up. “I know you bit maybe ya should’ve let him blow you so he could trust you to blow him?”

Maybe. But that would imply that I trusted him to blow me in the first place. Trust has to be earned and all that but I know this is a pet peeve of mine.

doesnt make me any less jaded, I think. Spoiled. That bothers me a bit. So much that when I see him again, I’m going to apologize to him and explain why I said what I did.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]“Well, when you get grown up enough to get your dick sucked, let me know,” I said. “And you called me a youngster?”

I walked off; I wasn’t angry or even offended - I was unhappy. Okay, he’s a cock sucker... but so am I. I don’t have a problem just letting a guy blow me... but I know how I am and I’m not gonna want to be left out of the fun.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I could overlook him calling me a youngster; he’s only like three years older than I am and, it’s just me, but unless you’re ten years older, ya don’t get to call me youngster, even in jest.

“First, my daddy died like ten years ago,” I began and it took some effort to not jump in his ass - I don’t play that shit. “But, okay, you can do that as long as I get to suck your dick - when would you like to do this?”

The look he got on his face didn’t match the large print in his pants. I’d just given him a part of my “asshole test” - the part that determines if he’s for real or he’s full of shit. He balks at answering me - that’s a fail and now it’s just a matter of the reason why he’s not answering me.

”I’m not into being sucked,” he said. The look on his face still isn’t matching the print in his pants... and I thought it had gotten bigger.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I didn’t realize how jaded I’ve become until the other day. I was at the mailbox when a guy who, as far as I can figure, has been here since the development was built. I’ve seen him around, even talked to him at a few community functions and I don’t know his name... but many of my neighbors say he’s... creepy; always staring.

Well, we’re talking at the mailbox when he suddenly says, “You know, I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

”What’s that?” I ask.

”When are you gonna let daddy suck that dick?” he asks and like he just asked me what time it was.[/SIZE][/FONT]

Regrets, we all have a few, some we'll divulge willing, others we will take to our graves. For me, today, I don't regret for one second being bisexual but that wasn't always the case. Growing up I didn't know why I liked cock, I just did. I thought it was grossly unfair and I wanted to be normal like the rest of my friends. I now realise that normal is boring.

Over time that regret shifted, partly due to some of the stories on the forums and from what I have heard from other friends. Many teenage boys experiment sexually with other boys. Boys will be boys, however this boy never really had the opportunity. It's simply something that didn't seem to exist when I was a teenager and lord knows, I was definitely horny enough. I firmly believe had I caught some same-sex action (anal or oral, it probably wouldn't have mattered) during his pivotal period in my life then my sexuality wouldn't have been such an issue for most of my life.

This was obviously something that was out of my control, if there are no willing partners there are no willing partners. The closest I ever came was watching porn with a friend. It required one of us to start masturbating but I was too shy so it was never going to be me and I think he was waiting for me to start. Stalemate, but doubt masturbation, unless mutual, would've had the desired effect. I regret that, I should've flopped it out.

I regret not at least letting the dirty horny teenager inside of me out. That way at least I was "advertising". Someone needs to be the instigator.

I regret not playing with my anus as a teenager. I have always had a fascination with that area and felt it was a two-way street but never had the guts to stick anything up there until my forties. What a waste.

I regret not saying "yes" many years ago when I was asked if I was "bisexual or gay". I lied. That denial thing again. Lying made it that much harder to accept.

I regret not sleeping naked from my teens. I didn't discover this until I was 34, however I've slept topless since 14 or 15. Naked is the only way now regardless of season or who is in the house. I secretly feel like I hope to be seen. I'm a bit of an exhibitionist.

I regret not working out my body issues until I was 30. I love being naked but body issues kept me from showing any part of my body in public or even on a platform such as this forum. I've posted pictures of my ass, cock and chest and whilst there still is a moment of angst doing so I've accepted that no body is perfect, least of all mine.

As an adult, I had one friend offer to suck my cock but I hadn't accepted my sexuality, still in denial even though I was hard as a rock when I read the message and very much wanted it. My brain just couldn't get passed it even though I knew I was attracted to him, the opportunity was lost. I regret that, it probably would've ended up being a 69. One good thing that came out of that is it started the bisexuality ball rolling.

I regret not manscaping from an earlier age. I doubt I would've done this as a teenager but in my twenties I had a love hate relationship with my pubic hair. I wanted it gone but was too embarrassed to even try it and it took until I was 38 before I did. I was nervous when I did, it would take a long time to grow back, what if I hated it? Once I shaved it all off I then felt embarrassed but it didn't take long for that to fade and I've shaved my cock and balls bare once or twice a week since then. My doctor and a Sonographer have seen my bare cock and it didn't actually phase me. It's quite common. I will never shave my armpits though. I love my armpit hair. I'm proud of it and as you can see, I like showing it off. I see it as part of being a man. I'm weird like that.

I regret not being active on Shy-Bi-Guys when I signed up. I was a lurker. Talking about my sexuality on here has helped immensely. Admitting on the forums that I love cock and are both sexually and romantically attracted to men and women (in that order) makes me feel I'm no longer living a lie. People know, even if they don't actually know me. It makes me feel a part of the LGTBQ community. It makes me feel free and I finally feel normal. Could've happened years ago.

These are the main regrets I have that I feel are related to my sexuality, do you have any?

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]This begins with a story. A kinda friend challenged me to a game of marbles and, admittedly, he was pretty good... just not good enough. I accepted his challenge and, oh, maybe twenty minutes later, I had every marble he owned including his very best ones.

"You cock sucker!" he blurted out and I was immediately pissed and so much that I had punched him in the nose before I realized my hand was moving. I felt bad watching his nose bleed... because I punched him in the nose because he was right:

I was a cock sucker. Now, the concepts of being good or bad at it never crossed my mind but I'll say that in those early days, what I lacked in experience I made up for with great enthusiasm and, of course, the more cocks I sucked, the better I got at it.

Why I remembered this moment escapes me but doing so had me remembering just how easy it was for a guy to get me to suck his dick and as easy as all another boy had to do was pull his dick out and give me a look and my own dick would get painfully hard just thinking about having his dick in my mouth and even more so if, by chance, he was shooting jizz (as we learned to call it).

Big ones. Small ones. The only cocks I wouldn't suck were the uncut ones but they got to fuck me and for no other reason than if it was in my ass, I couldn't see it. And, yes, I sucked quite a few adult dicks and many were amazed at how eager - and, perhaps - how good I was at it as well as the fact that when they shot their jizz, I swallowed it right down... even if it happened to taste yucky.

Cock sucking has always been my favorite boy/boy thing to do and while I did like being fucked, it became a very secondary thing in my mind. Pull your dick out. Lemme get my mouth on it and make it feel as good as I can so you can shoot the jizz in my mouth so I can swallow it.

Anywhere. Any time. Two dicks that can be sucked? No problem; lemme do this one first and I'll be right with you but, if you're feeling left out, you can always suck my dick while you wait... and, yeah, some days, I really did have a couple of guys lined up waiting for me to blow them as I blew another guy. When we had enough guys, we'd do a daisy chain and then run it back in reverse and too many times, I'd be blowing a guy while another guy was blowing me and, a few times, I'd have one guy in my mouth, one sucking my dick, and another guy with his dick buried in my ass and as I laid on my side.

Good times.[/SIZE][/FONT]