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So, a question on the forum asks how many different men have cum in your ass and it had me thinking that between the ages of 9 and 17, I had a lot of guys cum in me, some were the same guys and "a lot" were different guys and spontaneous hookups because when I felt the need to be fucked, I had no qualms about going out to find a guy who'd be willing to bust a nut in me.

The first guy that, technically, busted a nut between my ass cheeks, made it feel curiously good and I had felt him when he came and made it feel even more interesting pushing the head of his dick against my hole and enough that he kinda got in me just a tiny bit but, by and large, he made a huge mess of my crack. From that very seminal moment, my friends and I were trying to duplicate what some of us had already experienced at the hands of someone who knew what they were doing. Even though we hadn't figured out how to penetrate each other, I found it to be so comforting to have a guy on top of me and humping away and with the head of his dick occasionally poking my hole and because he wasn't able to cum, he could spend a lot of time making it feel good to me while getting "that good feeling" himself, which was really his body giving him orgasms without being able to ejaculate and, as such, the refractory period was pretty much zero.

Once we figured out that we needed slippery stuff to really be able to stick it in each other, oh, wow - depending on the time of year, I could easily wind up being fucked in the ass at least six times a day and, yes, sometimes, by guys who could shoot their spunk inside of me and whose much larger dicks would put the stretchability of my hole to serious tests. It would often hurt but I learned not to whine and complain about it because to do so could make him stop trying to do it to me and... that wasn't an option. Once the rest of my friends caught up with me in being able to ejaculate, the semen was flying all over the place, from sucking each other off to that one day when nine of my friends "pulled a train" on me and I got nine creamy loads of spunk blasted into my ass.

While I learned that I liked sucking dick better, if a guy wanted to fuck me, I never said no unless he happened to catch me when I had something else to do or I was just outside to stay out of my parents' hair while they readied us to go somewhere; I didn't like missing chances to be fucked but you do what you gotta do and there was always later in the day or tomorrow. I got fucked a lot by a lot of guys because (1) I liked the feeling of them cumming in me and (2) I didn't know how to say no and, yeah, sometimes, I would regret not saying no to a fuck who fucked me and didn't care if it felt good to me or not.

I couldn't begin to tell you how many guys fucked me in those eight years; all I can say that it was a lot and to say it was 100 guys, well, that probably wouldn't be that far off... or maybe not close enough. From 18 to my present age, I'd guess that I've had maybe 30 guys fuck me and bust nuts in me until I got to a moment where being screwed just stopped being fun for me so I swore off of anal sex for a lot of years and ignored that powerful urge that would come over me to find a guy, suck his dick until he was good and hard, lube him up, and let him bury his bone deep in my ass and cum. I finally realized how stupid it was for me to swear off of being screwed when I knew that, again, there were times when I'd suck a guy's dick and I wanted him in me and badly and drinking down his cum, while satisfying, wasn't always satisfying enough.

I just wasn't going to give up my ass to just anyone and like I used to do.

Im a 43 year old bisexual guy and would love to have a three or foursome with guys, girls, or shemales. I'd love to ride 2 dicks while getting my month full. I would love having fun using whatever toys they have.

[FONT=arial][SIZE=3]I'd been having sex with guys since I was nine and just sucking and fucking my way through those early years of my life with near reckless abandon and to the point where it became as normal a thing to do as breathing is. One day, I was at the park across the street from my house and working on my basketballs skills and, in particular, working on my left-handed shots when a guy stepped onto the court and asked if he could join me. I said he could, we introduced ourselves, and for a while, we were just shooting around before playing several games of one-on-one (and I wrecked shop on him, by the way) until we were both drenched in sweat and damned near dehydrated.

I knew he wasn't from the hood so when he asked where he could get some water, the least I could do was take him home with me and water him - and myself - and I even gave him use of the bathroom to wash the funk and crusty, salty, sweat residue off, which he was very happy to do. After washing up, we sat and inhaled large quantities of nice, ice cold water and started talking about the other courts scattered throughout the city and the best ballers at each place and, in particular, he asked me if I knew about this one court that some city planner decided would be better placed within a wooded area near the outskirts of the city limits - and I knew the court he was talking about and it wasn't famous for the high level of basketball talent being displayed.

It was best known for what some guys were doing in the woods between games or while waiting to have next, namely, fucking and sucking each other. It was pretty common at this particular court given the amount of testosterone being let loose in the air as guys sought to imitate their favorite NBA players and especially the amazing Julius "Dr. J." Erving. He confessed that he'd spent some time in the woods between games and I just nodded knowingly because I'd spent some time in the woods as well... so I wasn't all that surprised when he asked if we could blow each other.

We stripped down right there in my living room, took a moment to look at and appreciate each other's cock, and got to sucking right there on the floor and I thought it was funny that we both were trying to outdo each other just like when we were playing ball and the race was on to see who could get the other guy to cum first. He lost that one, too, filling my mouth with a good amount of spunk but I wasn't too far behind him in that regard.

We disengaged and sat there grinning at each other as well as complimenting each other on our most excellent cock sucking skills and agreeing that after we gulp down some more water, we should do it again. We got at each other again, both of us kinda/sorta taking our time when he stopped sucking me and said, "You know, we should fuck each other - what do you think?"

I thought it was a great idea given that during our second round, we had our fingers in each other's butts. We literally flipped a coin to see who'd get fucked first - he lost that one, too, and after hauling ass to the bedroom to get some lube, I lubed us up and gratefully slide into his ass and fucked him until I exploded inside him.

"Damn, that felt so good!" he said as I withdrew and flopped over onto my stomach to await his penetration. A few seconds later, I felt his lubed finger sliding into my hole like the proverbial hot knife through butter and I couldn't wait to feel the head of his dick going in there when I thought, "He's gonna fuck me..."

And for the first time in my bisexual life, that thought seemed to bother me - a lot. It bothered me so much that I barely noticed when he got on top of me and pushed his dick into me and started fucking me nice and slow... and I felt so girly that I almost had a panic attack because in all the years that I'd been in this exact same position and situation, I'd never felt anything like this before.

He's fucking me, telling me how good my hole feels around his dick and that he loved it when I'd tighten my muscles around him - and something I was doing automatically because my mind was having a fit dealing with the fact that there was a guy fucking me and just like I was a girl... and, my god, it was feeling... too good? He had just the right amount of dick to nudge my prostate on the down stroke, sending those amazing orgasmic feelings through me and actually making me spill my seed despite not being hard. Still, my mind was kinda/sorta paying attention to how good he was fucking me but was still distracted about how it was making me feel in other ways.

Bitchy. Girly. Submissive. Vulnerable. He pulled out of me and flipped me onto my back, threw my legs up and open, and re-entered me... I and clung to him in a position that my body just didn't like being in - I could never get my hips to behave properly in the missionary position (and I still can't). I looked down between us and I could see his cock working in and out of me, could see the intense look on his face and I felt even more... feminine. Girly. Bitchy. Horribly vulnerable. One part of me want him to stop while another part of me wanted him to not stop making me feel this way.

He grunted; I felt his cock swell in my ass... then felt him releasing into me and, god, it was always, for me, the best part of being fucked but this time? Better than any other time I'd had my hole creamed... and it was very damned scary because I could feel myself losing control of my emotions and could hear myself begging and pleading for him to give me more dick, to keep fucking me.

Which, of course, now that he'd flooded my ass with sperm, wasn't going to happen. When he pulled out of me, I felt so empty and lost that I could feel the tears starting to well up in my eyes - what the hell is going on? That he leaned forward and planted a light kiss on my lips didn't make me feel better... but it also did. He got up and went upstairs to the bathroom and I just laid where I was, legs splayed open, his spunk oozing out of my ass; he returned with a soapy wash cloth and cleaned me up from cock to ass before going back down on me to get me good and hard.

I didn't think that was gonna happen; I was physically and, now, emotionally spent but I'll be damned if he didn't get me back up again before lubing me up so he could have a seat on my dick.

"Are you okay?" he asked once he had every inch of me that could go inside him.

"Yeah... no, not really," I said.

"You wanna stop?"

"No... you're already there so let's do it," I said, trying to shake that very weird feeling away. And it was fading away as I watched him riding my dick effortlessly; he was enjoying himself and, to be honest, I was enjoying it, too, right up until I heard him say, "God you're really making me feel so girly... and I love it!"

As he rode me - and I was yanking on his cock - his words hit me hard because that's exactly how I'd been feeling but that didn't seem to upset him as much as it shocked the living daylights out of me. It took a while but he eventually shot a load onto my stomach and I got around to shooting a load into him once more. We disengaged and stumbled up the steps for one last clean up and even though we were both telling each other how good the sex had been, I was very disturbed by what I'd felt and I just couldn't understand why, after all the years I'd been fucked, I'd never felt anything like this before.

And to this very day, I still don't know although I did get to understand the feeling and come to terms with it. But what I couldn't figure out was if he was the reason why I felt like a wanton, needy bitch in heat... or it was an evolution of sorts in my bisexuality or had I finally "grown up" enough for my mind and body to reveal and accept the real truth of what it meant to have sex with another guy?

I never was able to answer the question; my mind just accepted - finally - that it is what it is so instead of letting it bother me should I feel that way again (and I sure as hell did), just accept it; go with it. Revel in what it meant to be fucked and rejoice even more in that moment when the guy fucking me got to the bursting point and inseminated me...

And just as if I were a girl.[/SIZE][/FONT]