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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I was learning that there were reasons why they didn't want us knowing about sex because they'd talk about how much trouble they got into when they were our age so hitting us with that "do as I say, not as I do!" crap started making a lot of sense. I was like maybe three weeks into having my first ejaculation (with a girl) and was learning what scared adults a lot: Making babies or, as it was called back then, getting a girl in trouble. Parents were tougher on girls than they were with boys and sometimes they talked about their suspicions that their kids were experimenting with each other and, again, man, they were paranoid about it even though they seemed to know that it could happen.

I remember the day when one father came stomping down the street to join the other men under the huge oak tree that was in front of the apartment building I lived in and he was very mad. Of course they asked him what was wrong and he had told them that he caught his sons having sex with each other and had just finished beating both of them pretty badly and now he was out of the house to cool down before he "fucked around and killed them."

The other men were saying stuff to help him calm down, added their support for how he handled it and one guy, I dunno, maybe he was more open-minded about stuff, said that if his boys were doing that nasty-assed shit, it was better than they learned it at home rather than out on the street. What I knew was his boys were learning it right along with the rest of us and the same with the two brothers who'd just gotten their asses kicked.

Later, I remember my father sitting me down and giving me a severe talking to about not even thinking about sex with anyone - and especially boys - and I had better not be playing with myself, either. He looked... funny trying to talk to me about something without giving anything away and not realizing - I guessed - that I not only knew what he was trying to say, shit - I was already doing everything he told me not to do. The funnier part about that moment was that, a week later, he told me to never put my mouth on a girl's pussy.

Y'all know how that went and even "funnier" was that my mom had told me to never let a girl put my penis in her mouth - and a few days after my father's epic warning, as I recall - and I had almost hurt myself trying not to laugh since her warning was way late on that one. [/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I'd often eavesdrop on adult conversations and doing my best to be inconspicuous as they talked about their conquests, who was fucking who and, occasionally, their concerns that their kids - if they had them - were having sex. Sometimes that would spark conversations I'd find interesting and proved that, yeah - they knew we were gonna do it and that they had to do whatever they could do to stop us while realizing that it was pretty much impossible.

"You can't watch those little motherfuckers twenty-four hours a day," one man said. "But if I catch them, I'm gonna make them wish they were dead when I get finished with them!"

They'd all pretty much agree with that sentiment while others would proudly state that they knew their kids didn't know anything about sex and, once, I almost let the cat out of the bag and laughed when I heard it because I knew who this one man's children were (of course) and knew they were having sex because an hour before, I had did it with both his son and daughter... at the same time.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]"Didn't you feel bad about having sex at such a young age?"

Maybe at first but it didn't last very long; this sex thing was just a lot of fun and the thing that made it more fun was knowing I wasn't supposed to know about it or do it. I had the... advantage, I guess you could call it, of being a very smart and intuitive child; the sex thing just clicked in my head, sparked my curiosity to near-crazy levels and the more sex I had, the more I was able to figure out stuff about it. After I got my first library card, I used to sneak around the library and read anything I could find about sex and that's where I first discovered the word, "bisexual." Sneaking around the library and reading about it made me feel like a spy in a foreign country and it was thrilling to be worried about a librarian catching me looking at those early pictures of both male and female anatomy or finding out that, um, babies didn't show up via the stork and because of the baby-making stuff called sperm.

And I was learning that we had a very naive attitude about sex and a very weird one at that. Figured out that parents and other adults were trying to prevent us from finding out because they knew we would. Figured out why I could no longer take a bath with my sister, why none of us could see each other in our underwear - even though, at the time, we shared a room. I had questions and I knew asking someone to give me answers would get me in a world of trouble... so I looked for the answers myself at the library and pretty much any of my friends I knew.

Some of them knew what I knew, many of them didn't - but they wanted to know and we set ourselves on the path to find out even though we knew that if we were discovered, we'd be in a world of hurt and trouble.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]One day, a bunch of us were sitting around talking and the topic of when everyone lost their cherry came up. One by one, the nine or ten of us - both guys and gals - said how old they were the first time they had sex and when it was my turn and I said that I was 8 and told the story of it, man - you should have seen the looks on the faces of some of the people.

They were shocked, said I was lying, stated that there was no way I could have known about sex, etc., and I had replied to the derision with, "Just because y'all were late finding out about doesn't mean everyone was - and I wasn't."

In conversations about when one discovered their bisexuality, jeez, people would either be shocked, amazed, and sometimes "jealous" that in two short years, I went from having sex with a girl, having sex with a man, and learning how to eat pussy (although I never mentioned who I had that first lesson with). Some said it wasn't possible while others, well, they understood it since some of the folks I could talk to about this had their first same-sex experience at young ages as well... and some in similar ways, too.

One woman I was talking to asked, "Why do some people get so weird about having sex when you're young?"

"Because we're supposed to be innocent about such things," I had said. "It hard for some people to believe that you don't have to be 16 or older to figure out the sex thing; where I lived, shit, adults would hammer not having sex or even thinking about in our heads a lot, like they knew we were gonna find out about it and, I guess, trying to delay the inevitable..."

Quite a few guys I knew would tell me, "Damn, man - I wish I had grown up with you!" and I'd tell them, without any shame whatsoever that if they had, they would have most certainly found out about sex way before they actually did.

Another person asked me how it went down for us collectively and I really couldn't answer the question except to say that from my perspective, once I was shown how to stick my dick inside a girl, we all seemed to become aware of sex at the same time. I mean, the day after I had my first experience with dick, it was like three of my friends also learned about it and, um, of course, we had to show each other what we had learned and it just seemed to be contagious; four of us knew something about sex, then six of us, then ten of us and all inside of almost two weeks. In another week, there weren't too many of us who'd talk about and want to do the nasty with somebody... and there were a lot of us in my neighborhood.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE=3][FONT=verdana]I had an amazing childhood although there are those who would feel otherwise about all the sex I had and how I was doing it. And it isn't like I'm not totally and completely aware of those things and every implication that went along with it; I was then and I still am. Do I feel bad about it? No. I did it all, loved doing it all and even my grown up logic says there is no point in feeling bad about doing something I knew I loved doing. If anything - and as I already mentioned - the adult version of myself looks back at the younger version... and it's embarrassing knowing how easy it was to get me to have sex. I'd suck your dick or let you fuck me until your dick wouldn't get hard again. If you were a girl, I'd eat your pussy until you couldn't take it anymore and then fuck you in whatever hole you wanted to be fucked in until you said, "Enough!" or I couldn't do it any more.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]Huh? All you want to do is suck my dick? Okay... but can I suck yours, too? And, yeah, I'd get... mad if the other guy didn't want me to suck his dick... but I got over it... kinda. Today, if you're not gonna let me suck your dick, you're not gonna get to suck mine because why should you have all the fun? You wanna fuck me? Not gonna happen unless I get to fuck you, too. I grew up. I learned a whole lot of shit about this sex thing and more than the average person. I'm still not that picky; chances are I'm not gonna be "into you," probably not gonna be interested in being your "boyfriend." If I like you enough and you wanna do something, okay - we can talk about it. But I'm never, ever, gonna ask you to so something I wouldn't do.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]And the most important thing is to remember that I am a man. I do "girly" stuff but do not make the mistake that I'm anything other than a real-deal, honest to goodness man. I ain't wearing panties for you. I am not submissive in any sense of the word. You will not ever cum in my face; to me, that's the same as spitting in my face and disrespectful and do not tolerate being disrespected. You get your dick in me? Cum in me. None of that pulling out shit and spraying it all over me. Homey don't play any of that shit. You don't have to swallow my cum if you don't want to and to that end, that face-fucking shit? Don't even try it because you think it's hot to make me choke and gag because I guarantee you that you're not going to like what I'm going to do to you.

I'm not your baby. Not your bitch. Not a "good little girl." And I make that clear with anyone right up front and if you got a problem with that, too bad. I learned some shit being a shameless whore about sex. You wanna spank me? I wouldn't if I were you... because I hit back and with evil intent. You wanna play rough? I'm not the one so get that shit out of your head and don't think you're gonna bullshit me or sneak some shit past me because I've had nearly a whole lifetime of experiences in this.

But, if you wanna do it, we can because I still love having sex. Man, woman, both. Didn't matter then, doesn't matter now and I'm still pretty easy to have sex with... but with those "conditions" I mentioned.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Anyone. Anything. Anywhere. Any way and any time. You just want us to suck each other's dick until we shoot? Okay! Girl wanted her pussy eaten but not to be fucked? Okay! Just wanted to suck my dick? Okay! Wanted to jerk each other off! Okay! Big dick? Okay! Little dick? Okay! Want to shoot your stuff in my mouth? You'd better! Can't get it in but can shoot it between my butt cheeks? Okay! Got it in but it really kinda hurts? Okay because I knew that at some point it would stop hurting and start feeling good... most of the time.

It didn't matter because I was not only having sex but having sex in a way a lot of boys and girls were very afraid to. Still, you get older and wiser; you learn who you can do it with and who you should avoid at all costs, like those guys who wanted to stick it in... and pee inside you. Yuck! I learned to say stuff like don't pee in me or don't be so rough and, yeah, sometimes they'd not do those things... and sometimes they'd do it anyway... and we'd have to fight, stop being friends, don't even ask me again if we can do it or I'm gonna punch you in the face again.

But before I learned to be more in control? Straight up whore about it. You wanna do it? Fine by me - let's go somewhere and do it and if we can do it more than once, that's even better. Nothing - and I mean nothing - bothered me about doing it with anyone and, believe it or not, it should have bothered me. It. Just. Didn't. Someone would say, "We shouldn't be doing this!" and I'd say, "I know - keep doing it!" but I had to learn to not get mad when someone would want to stop for some reason and I had to understand that just because I wasn't afraid to do it didn't mean someone else wouldn't be afraid. And sometimes, they were. Okay. At least we tried and that was better than not trying.

One on one. Orgy style. Pulling trains on each other (gang banging) either sucking dick or fucking or both. Didn't matter. We were doing it. Making each other feel good and shoot our stuff. Every fucking chance I got. And I got a lot of chances and don't forget: I had a brother and a sister who loved doing it with me as much as I loved doing it with them. And, in the rare situation where I couldn't do it to somebody, I could always jerk off and sometimes, instead of using a towel, sock, or toilet paper to clean up, I'd just lick my fingers clean and, yeah, the first time I did that it felt very weird... but it tasted pretty good if I had to say so myself.

Besides, it kept me from having to explain some stuff I didn't want to explain like what happened to that whole roll of toilet paper and other such evidence that, if you were smart like I was, you just learned not to leave behind.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Like everyone, I'd find out that somebody would want to do it to me but they didn't really like me... but I'd find that out after the fact (but sometimes, I knew it before the fact and did it anyway) and I'd feel... used. Dirty. Sick to my stomach sometimes. But the kid logic would kick in and ask if I had fun having sex before knowing they really didn't like me and I'd have to say that I did and because I did like it, I learned not to let someone not really liking me bother me a whole lot but I learned that it was true that when you had sex with somebody you liked and they liked you, it just felt better.

I loved to suck dick with or without sperm. Loved to eat pussy even more even if I didn't get a chance to fuck it. Loved to fuck... and had a love/hate relationship with being fucked and the "hate" part was getting as much dick i my ass as possible... because it did often hurt going in but I even learned to not pay too much attention to that and especially when the occasional adult would do it to me. Was that a bad thing? Sure it was. Just made it more exciting to me and as strange as it sounds, they'd often do it to me better than my friends would since the adults wouldn't ever try to get more dick into me than they could manage; if nothing else, they'd get the head in me so they could shoot their stuff in me and not so much on me and since they going out of their way not to damage me, well, it was bad... but still good.

See, I was learning some stuff about that, too, that probably should have freaked me out but didn't, not like it did some kids I knew.

I got fucked a lot and 99% of the time, it felt wonderful to be lying on my belly with a guy on top of me and humping away until he got that "good feeling" a lot of times or, if he could, shoot his stuff in me. It would feel so good and be so comfortable that sometimes I'd nod off or even forget a guy was doing it to me. Some guys would shoot before they got it in me... and I'd get mad. Some would barely get it in me and shoot... and I'd get mad. Some guys would "take too long" to shoot it in me and I might not be mad... but I'd be uncomfortable enough for it to bother me and now I'm wishing he'd either hurry up and shoot or just stop.

But I'd learn that this stuff was just a part of the whole thing and the kid logic said that if I didn't like any of that, then I should stop letting guys do it to me... but since I liked it so much, I just learned to get used to it, just as I learned what it was like for girls when I - or any boy - did it to them and I can't begin to tell you how fucking important a lesson that was... and still is.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Anyone. Any time. Anywhere. Anything. If I knew you, you could get me and sometimes you didn't even have to ask if I wanted to do it unless to just take care of that bit of formality because you knew I would say yes. If I didn't know you, well, I really would think for a moment... before saying yes anyway and it took me a little bit to figure out that people I hadn't known before were asking to do it to me because the kids I did know were telling people they knew that if they wanted to do the nasty, I was the guy they needed to find.

And I welcomed them all. I still feel kinda stupid today to think about my aversion to uncut dicks, those really ugly motherfuckers. I wouldn't suck them but, yeah, stick it in me and shoot your stuff! My kid logic said that if it was in my ass, I couldn't see it and if I couldn't see it, I couldn't get freaked out over it.

Easy, huh? I'd say that at the height of my sexual insanity - and depending on the time of year - I would have sex with someone - anyone - no less that twice a day and almost every day - very convenient to have both a brother and sister who were your secret lovers. Did I ever not feel like doing anything? Sure... but it didn't take a whole lot to get me in the mood and it was so "bad" that sometimes all you had to do was pull your dick out and I'd go from not wanting to be bothered to wanting to do it faster than I could blink.

I kinda hated myself for being this way... and didn't. This sex thing was amazing. Nasty. Kinda scary but in a good way. Sucking on a dick until its owner shot that warm, salty/sweet stuff in my mouth or licking and sucking a girl's pussy until she screamed for me to put it in her and shoot my own stuff. Having a guy on top of me, his dick going in and out of me and just relishing how good it felt as I waited to hear him cuss or something, feel his dick grow and start to twitch - then feeling his stuff shooting into me and basking in both the good and bad feelings that would wash over me and the bad feeling being, "He's doing it to me like I'm a girl!"

But, of course, I wasn't a girl. I wasn't even like my friend Charlie, who was gay or, as we said back then, a sissy. He always did it with boys, loved sucking dick, loved being fucked even more... and girls, well, they were just people he wanted to be like and if you thought it was easy to get me to have sex with you, if you were a boy, getting Charlie to do it was even easier and when I'd think about that, I'd feel less of a whore about it... but not a whole lot less.[/SIZE][/FONT]