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Since being separated from our work and family me and my buddy are self quarantined at my cabin up north. It goes without saying that I am getting lots of cock and cum. Feeling kinda kinky and naughty we carried on well into the night last night after some awesome anal sex and cream leaking from my ass we called a local friend who we play with once in a while and he was all up for coming out to the cabin . When he arrived he found me ass up cum covered and ready to take his manhood deep and hard. I felt so naughty and dirty just waiting for him to plow his dick deep and blow his load. And after he left I was still so fucking horny I needed fucked again, I got my buddy hard again and took my 3 rd load of the night.

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]So many similar beginnings; so many reasons; we're "the same" as bisexuals but beyond that? We're all so very different because our beginnings tend to dictate how we're going to be as bisexuals; it opens the door to other areas of sex that others keep locked and closed but, I think, equally important, our beginnings teach us so much about ourselves. As I heard of more beginnings, it made me feel... not so bad about the way I got introduced to dick, not that it really bothered me but, yeah - how many times did I think what I'd be like if I hadn't gotten grounded and made to stay in the house that day?

Accepting one's beginnings is just as important because if nothing else, you learn that once you do a thing, you can't ever undo it and for that reason alone, if one was feeling some kind of way about the way they got started, well, what's the point in being discomfited about it? Again, once it's done, it's done - forever. So listening to someone's beginnings would tell me just how comfortable they were with themselves and the way they began this journey.

Being able to hear of one's beginnings taught me something important, that having these feeling and desires are just normal and natural even though it defies the mandates that says otherwise. It put many things into perspective and, again, given how I got introduced to dick and, as a bit of an aside, it was something my protege and I were talking about last night. Many would think that I was molested and abused, that what happened to be had to be done against my will and I didn't know what I was about to get into... a few people believe when I said it wasn't molestation or abuse and really don't believe me when I'd say that, at the best, I had an inkling of it and because it was one of the things my parents - and other adults - would tell me not to do or ever think about it - and don't let some other guy talk you into doing it.

Beginnings do tell you something about yourself; it teaches you a lot of things that are often not easy to accept and once one gets much older, you see a difference in what you thought before you began your journey and what you think about it now. The adult version of myself, well, it doesn't like the way I got introduced and I can easily see how it could go very wrong... but I also have to admit that the younger version of myself honestly and truly didn't give a fuck about that. It was not only sex but the sex I knew I shouldn't be involved in and nothing - and I do mean nothing - will ever change the fact that it happened... and I loved every thing I experienced.

And, importantly, not to be ashamed of it. None of it. So, again, when I hear of one's beginnings, I can "see" if they're comfortable with it, if they feel any shame and, if they got started when they were young, how does the adult version of themselves feel about what their younger self did?

In this, everyone has a first time and I think it's important for one to never forget that because chances are good that one day, you're going to be giving someone their first time and carrying with you a knowledge of your own first time - and the first times for others - will go a long way to giving someone else their first experience because you know what can go right... and what could go horribly wrong - and that's to be avoided at all costs.
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[SIZE=3][FONT=verdana]Many guys I've talked to were sick and tired of the hassle of trying to get a woman to have sex with them or found themselves stuck with a woman who, let's say and for reasons of their own, lacked a sense of adventure when it came to sex. Older and married guys found themselves getting cut off from sex and while many of them would start an affair with another woman, they'd eventually find themselves being cut off again. A lot of guys "turned bi" simply because of women who wouldn't suck their dick or, if they did, would never get them off that way.

Some guys were literally curious: What's it like to have sex with another guy? What is it like to suck cock... and what is it like to - gasp - be fucked by another guy? And the need to have those questions answered compelled them to get the answers.

And the one main thing I learned in all the stories I've heard, there wasn't one guy who didn't know that there are men who will have sex with other men. I've had people tell me that going this way was the last thing on their mind or it was something they swore they would never do... then find themselves in a situation where doing the one thing they said they'd never do became the thing they [B]had[/B] to do.

Some folks were in the right place at the right time and sometimes, shit happened; blame it on the alcohol and all that. So many stories, so many beginnings and, for me, a picture began to emerge.

To be continued...
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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]As I've traveled along the path of bisexuality, I've been honored and privileged to have known how other people arrrived on the path. Indeed, when I get into a serious conversation with someone about it, one of the first things I ask about is how they got started, not just because I've been eternally curious about how others get started but how they get started tells me something about them and gives me some clues to where their head is about any of this.

I've heard so many stories about beginnings, some that I've felt was "par for the course" and a few that shocked even me, considering how I learned about dick. Some aren't comfortable talking about it, which is understandable because it's one thing to know that you like dick and how you came to like it but "public opinion" is often ruthless and ignorant that for some, going back to the beginning is something best kept to one's self.

What did you do? Who did you do it with? Why did you do it? It all tells a story about male bisexuality that few people really want to know about. I know that in my early days - and when I felt like I was the only one like this - when I started to find out how my friends got started, well, no - I'm not the only one but, importantly, we all didn't get put on the path in the same way.

Some have felt that it's not important how you got there; it doesn't matter since you're there... but it does matter since it's something that will make a major change in one's life and what they think about sex and how it relates to them. Some of my friends were "followers" in that, well, everyone else was doing it and they didn't want to get left out. Some were introduced in ways similar to my own, some via incest with a brother or other close relative, while some were feeling the pull in this direction and decided to let themselves be pulled and find out where they wind up. Many were introduced by a friend and, as such, convinced that it'll be okay if we play with each other's dick, suck them, and even try to fuck.
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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I figured it out: Parents knew it was happening - they had to know! A friend and I almost got busted during a sleepover; his dad busted into the room and we barely had a few seconds to "look normal" and when he asked us what we were doing, of course we said we were wrassling... and he gave us a look that told me he didn't believe us. I even remembered seeing him sniff when he came in and something in my head said, "He know what y'all were doing!" He just told us to keep the noise down and to the hell to sleep.

My kid logic said that if he had busted in the room just a few seconds earlier, he would have caught us sucking each other's dick - then we would have gotten our asses kicked. Now I had to try to figure out why and, again, I figured it out - they knew boys would do this to each other and maybe even expected it and even walking into a room that was funky with that sex smell, that wasn't really the same as getting caught in the act although I'd heard some guys got in trouble because of that smell. Hmm.

I figured out that it might not happen all of the time... but when it did, it had to be a normal and even natural kind of thing. I'd learn that for some - and even as adults - siblings were still being lovers. I knew a guy and his wife who were both decent people... until one night, when he was pretty drunk, he told me that his "wife" was really his sister but because they had the same last name, no one suspected the truth. I was floored... because I had never expanded my thinking about this to that level. Why? His answer was, "Because we really do love each other enough to take the risks..."

And I understood it. All of it. I'd hear other parents either talking about their suspicions that their kids were having sex with each other - but coulnd't catch them at it or otherwise prove it and asking them was a waste of time - they'd just say there was no way they'd do that! Many more parents would swear that their kids wouldn't ever do that because they were taught better... and I'd find it hard not to laugh at them and tell them, "If you think they're not doing it, well, you're pretty clueless since chance are, that's exactly what they've been doing... and because you told them not to."

Is it common? Perhaps not as a "it always happens" kind of thing... but I know it has always happened and it will always continue to happen and unless someone gets caught, there's nothing anyone can do to stop it from happening. It's a shameful act that, in the reality I understand, isn't really that shameful unless force was used and, sadly, sometimes it was... but not always. It is assumed that if it happens, it will be very emotionally damaging... and there is some truth to this because when force is employed, it is damaging... but when it isn't? No harm, no foul. I think some parents "allow" it because they know that, at some point, their kids are gonna grow out of it so as long as there's no complaints or anything like that, they just let nature run its course.

Because nothing else makes sense and I've had a lot of time to think about this specific thing.
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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]My brother, sister, and I used to fight like cats and dogs but one thing I noticed that after we'd fight, we'd often have sex the first chance we got to. Later, I knew it to be "make up" sex but back then, I thought it was strange that we'd fight and trying to really hurt each other... but later, we'd have sex with whoever we were fighting and everything would okay, well, until the next time we fought.

I've shared here that my brother and I would fight, get sent to our room, still be mad at each other to keep the fight going... but we'd wind up having sex... then the fight would sometimes pick up right where it left off. It made me wonder if he'd start a fight with me so we could make up later. I had dismissed that - we really didn't like each other - but I couldn't get away from the fact that we'd fight, suck and fuck each other and this would happen every time I'd find myself kicking his ass. I came to understand that this was just the way the two of us were but, yeah, brothers always seemed to find a reason to do something with each other...

Because it just made sense to. It was fun and satisfying; it was even more of these things because you knew you weren't supposed to be doing this to each other and you knew what could happen if you got caught... so kid logic said, "Don't get caught!" What I couldn't figure out was why more siblings didn't get caught or they'd get caught in a situation they really couldn't explain... and nothing really happened other than a stern warning to not be doing something they shouldn't be doing. It didn't make sense and more so when I discovered that sex has a smell that couldn't be mistaken for anything else. I learned that at one point, you stop smelling it... but that didn't mean someone else wouldn't be able to smell it and knew what it meant. Then I found out that even if you scrubbed yourself raw after having sex, somebody else could still smell it on you.

And if this was true - and it was - why didn't more siblings get in big trouble for having sex with each other?
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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Hmm. My brother was fucking me one day and it was feeling great (and as usual) and as he fucked me, he asked, "Ain't it cool that so many other guys with brothers are doing this?" I thought it was and, in retrospect, it was kinda funny that we're talking about this while he's got his dick buried in my ass. He came inside me, pulled out and we switched places; after I got in him, he sighed and asked, "Shouldn't all brothers do this?"

I thought they should, felt they probably were but also knew that not all brothers were doing it to each other. It was clearly wrong but at the same time it felt... right at the same time. I spent a lot of time trying figure this very confusing thing out and, at the time, I had no real or clear answers but I had a great sense that having sex like this was, again, a lot more normal than adults wanted to admit since they would make it clear that it should never, ever be done.

Curious. Confusing. He was my favorite guy to do it to... because he was my brother. I'm fucking him, on the way to creaming him, and he said, "I'm mad that we don't have another brother to do this with!" And as I shot my load into him, I found myself agreeing with him while thinking - and not for the first time - if we were seriously bad boys for having sex with each other. Maybe we were... but it was still good and comfortable.

It all seemed pretty common to me; it even made sense because the kid logic said that if you couldn't do it with your brother - who you knew very, very well, who else could you do it with? Friends, cousins, guys you'd just run into... but not the same as being naked with your brother and watching him sucking away happily on your dick or knowing how happy you were to suck his... and a weird sense of intimacy to actually fucking each other.

In later years, I would come to the conclusion that if I hadn't had sex with my siblings, I wouldn't have found out about what sex really was until much later in my life. But I figured it out and way earlier than, perhaps, I would have. It's sex; we need to do it and that need really doesn't care who you do it with... as long as you do it. But the rules says not to... and the rules were being ignored, not just by me and my siblings but by a lot more siblings [B]everywhere[/B]. Well, sure - not all brothers and sisters were doing it but I knew of enough of them who were to make me come to the early conclusion that it was, in fact, normal if not a thing that was always happening.
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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Sometimes I'd hear of a brother being forced to have sex with a brother, something that often started out being bad for the guy... but then he adapted to it and would be very eager to suck his brother's cock and/or take it in the ass. Sisters who had a brother force themselves on them, well, that usually didn't go well and the very few guys I'd heard of who went about it that way paid some very heavy prices. Still, a lot of girls felt... safer having sex with their brother because if nothing else, he was more trusted than the other horny guys trying to get into her panties.

Sex among sisters, from my perspective at the time, was pretty "normal." Many would avoid sex with boys (for obvious reasons) but the urge to have sex would be all over them like a bad habit and, well, hmm - they shared a room with each other, had lots of time to be alone with each other... and nature would do its thing.

To me, it was such a common thing to know of - and to do - that I began to understand that while this was a very bad thing to do, it really was more normal and, using kid logic, my thought was that if boys were only supposed to have sex with a girl - and, duh, your sister was a girl, well, what was really wrong with that? I eventually found out what was wrong about it but kid logic - plus what my own sister said to me one day - said that you could fuck your sister and it was all good as long as (a) you didn't get caught and (b) she didn't get pregnant.

And if a guy could do it with one of his male friends, well, why couldn't he do it with his own brother... or brothers? Call it curiosity, blame it on hormones, but your brother was a guy you knew well, you'd often see him naked and seeing his cock, well, hmm - maybe it was different than your own or looked very much like yours and sparking even more curiosity.
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