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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]In understanding my bisexuality, I understood that if I hadn't been introduced to dick when I did, I probably wouldn't have "discovered" it until much later - if at all. Likewise, my understanding of sex itself would have shown up way later - if at all. I learned that while sex comes with a boatload of risks, to all the adults I grew up around, it wasn't really about having sex - it was who you were supposed to have sex with or, in my case, only with girls. Once I started going to church and reading the bible, holy crap - all those rules and forbidden things really started to make sense; I understood that there was a purpose to having sex and only with girls and, bluntly, any sex that wasn't about making babies was forbidden. My love of science taught me that, wow, if you did it to your sister and she got pregnant, all kinds of bad shit could happen with the baby... but if you did it to one of your female cousins and she got pregnant, eh, that bad stuff might not show up.

And, of course, doing it to a boy wasn't ever gonna make a baby and, besides, boys doing it to boys was a mortal sin and punishable not only by death but spending the afterlife burning in the fires of hell. Yeah... no wonder homosexuals were so very much hated on, beaten up and sometimes murdered or wound up committing suicide.

And I firmly believe that had I not become bisexual, I wouldn't have understood any of this as well as I do; my [/SIZE][/FONT][FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]curiosity would not have led me to reading everything I could get my hands on about having sex - not so much what we do but [B]why[/B] we do it. Learned that we're all hard-wired to have sex and men more than women; learned that we - humans - don't just have sex to make babies - we do it because that shit is too much fun to do and, yes, most definitely, it doesn't matter whether you're having sex with a boy or a girl because it's obviously possible to have it.

The biggest thing I learned was that I got mindfucked... but everyone gets mindfucked about this. I learned that, duh, some of us get "un-fucked" when it comes to this and we learn that when it comes to sex, you can do it with anyone - and literally anyone and no matter what the rules and even laws say. I read a lot about homosexuality and how it's been around since like forever and how, in some cultures, an older man having sex with a younger boy was expected but, eh, I was of a mind that the desire to have sex was just being "covered up" under the guise of it being a rite of passage. Today? You're looking at a life sentence in prison for going in this direction.

Girls having sex with girls? Just a way to learn some stuff about sex without worrying about having babies, for the most part, but under the guise of holding women in very high esteem and understandably so because were it not for women and their ability to have babies, none of us would be here so, okay, if they wanna have sex with each other, that's fine.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I was learning some very important shit about the rules covering sex - when to do it, who to do it with, why you could do it - stuff like that. It was confusing; adults would tell us not to have sex with someone we didn't love but you couldn't have sex with, say, your sister no matter how much you two loved each other. Yeah, I learned why and, yup, makes a whole lot of sense but it's like my sister told me while we were making love one afternoon: "As long as you don't get me pregnant, it's not a big deal."

This sex thing was way bigger than what any of us were being told. And when you could have sex with both boys and girls, well, not only did it not get any better than that, you also began to learn that a lot of the stuff you might have been told about sex was... bullshit. I didn't know about anyone else but I wanted to know why there was so much bullshit about sex, why adults weren't telling us [B]everything[/B] about it and what was the point in them telling us not to do something they good and damned well knew we were going to do... and usually because they told us not to?

I don't think I would have learned about eating pussy when I did (I was ten) if my father hadn't told me to never put my mouth on a girl's pussy. As I've related already, I mentioned it to my sister because I was confused and she said, "Let's find out!" and, well, um, okay - today, I know eating pussy can be risky but it sure as shit is a lot of fun to do. Just like the day my mother told me to never let a girl put her mouth on my penis, a warning that came all late and wrong because both boys and girls were having a field day putting their mouth on my penis and, boy, did that ever feel good!

Between my experiences and my innate curiosity, by the time I did turn 16, I knew more about sex than a lot of people I knew - I understood what sex really was, why the rules were the way they were, and why a lot of people would find reason to ignore them. I even understood why I/we were being told not to go anywhere near sex until we got older and knew that the adults who'd tell us this [B]knew[/B] we were going to have sex in some - or all - ways it was possible.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]The "I" word. Incest. Worst sin and crime ever. Many of us - and not just me - learned that we could have sex with anyone and having sex with someone who was related to you was known to be the worst thing ever and if you ever got caught, oh, man, the punishments were severe and that's being nice about it.

Those of us who learned that pretty much everyone was fair game knew the risks and we were doing it anyway. I learned how to eat pussy by eating my sister's pussy and fucking her just went right along with it; doing it with and to my brother? Just made sense - using kid logic, of course: If you couldn't have sex with your brother, sister, cousin, whomever, who could you have sex with? And ya didn't have to be "all grown up" to figure this one out and the fact that all kinds of hell could descend on you if you ever got caught doing it just made doing it even more exciting.

I learned that parents were, indeed, very aware of this and I learned that this was one of those sex things that they knew we'd discover... but didn't want us to especially where brothers and sisters were concerned. Oh, man... I remember the day I got my ass beaten twice for screwing my sister... and I hadn't. First my grandmother beat my ass; imagine my surprise to have her suddenly start wailing away on me and I didn't know why I was getting my ass kicked! When my grandmother got tired, my mom took over and I remember asking over and over what did I do and I was told that I was getting beaten for having sex with my sister while the two of them were out shopping or something.

I remember looking at my sister, who was looking at me with that, "I don't know what they're talking about!" look. Yeah, we were fucking but what I was being accused of in that moment? Never happened... but as I sat in my room licking my wounds, I realized it was a "preemptive strike" - I got my ass beat as a warning not to even think about screwing my sister. And, later, she confirmed that she had not said a word to any adult about what we were doing.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]We were warned and even threatened about having sex with boys and even more than having sex with girls and my mind was like, "You can do it to a boy, too? How about that?" and even I figured that there had to be something about this; otherwise, why would adults be telling us boys not to do it? If nothing else - and as I came to understand later - if the adults around us hadn't said anything about this, chances were good that none of us guys would have found out about this when we did - they put the idea in our heads by telling us not to do something we didn't know about.

So when I got introduced to dick, one of the end results other than it was one hell of an experience was my asking myself this question: How can something that's supposed to be so bad feel so good? And now I was off and running with this new sex thing and literally as a kid with a new toy...

Hard dicks and some that could shoot the dreaded baby-making stuff. Didn't take being a genius to figure out that, okay, that stuff can make babies... but it tastes good and, employing kid logic, if I'm not a girl and a boy shoots his stuff in my butt, well, no babies. Even the girls figured this out; in order to "preserve" their virginity, they'd often want us guys to stick it in their butt and shoot the stuff and for a lot of us, this just worked because, um, we were spending a lot of time shooting our stuff into each other's mouth and butt.

So much for us not doing what we were doing, huh? We did know. We knew the consequences of our actions... and we didn't give a shit about them so much... and none of us were even close to being teenagers. But, it got even better...[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Having been introduced to sex at a very young age - and factoring in my near-insatiable curiosity - being bisexual taught me a lot about sex. Sure, there was how to do it and who do do it with but the more sex I had, the more I got to understand what sex is and how all the rules that exist about having sex makes sense from one point of view while not making sense from other points of view.

As I grew up, I'd hear older folks talking about sex and the insistence that one had to be old enough, mature enough, and responsible enough before engaging in sex and, in particular, if you weren't at least 16 (at that time), there was no way you could wrap your head around sex in any way, shape, form, or fashion.

That was one of the first things I learned: Adults who said this and stood by it were quite wrong. I figured out that what they really meant was that it was preferred and hoped that one not dive into the murky waters of sex until they were old enough to be aware of the dangers that lie beneath the surface but, at the same time, they knew that the "having sex" bug would eventually pay everyone a visit and now it became an issue of how much trouble one could get into doing something that, to them, a youngster had no idea about what they were doing.

Or why.

That first time I had sex? Totally clueless but as the girl who took my cherry instructed me in how to get my ding-dong hard, where to put it, and what to do once it got in there, well, damn - this sex thing is some exciting stuff! Confused, excited, so much information for my brain to process but it quickly processed all that happened that day, hidden away in the "huge" closet that had a secret hiding place. The thing I came to appreciate the most - other than having been taught how to fuck - was the unselfish gift the girl gave me - her body - in lieu of not being able to give me a birthday present.

Best birthday present I've ever gotten - and now I was off and running with it, finding that there were a lot of girls who wanted to have it stuck in them and having the nasty done to them because, if nothing else, it felt good. I'd get older and understand that hormone and puberty thing although I was hard-pressed to make much sense out of things that happened prior to the onset of puberty but, still, the adults who said we wouldn't know what we were doing were, again, wrong.

Consequences? The biggest one was getting caught. There was an awareness about girls who got "in trouble" and wound up having a baby because the boy shot some baby-making stuff in the girl... but, eh, I wasn't doing that so there was nothing to worry about. Get a girl to agree to doing it, get hard, stick it in, move around until it felt "really good," giggle about it, keep right on going until ya got tired.

So much fun. But, there was more to this...[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Liking da dick as much as I did eventually made me careless or inattentive and as evidenced by the night my brother and I got caught having sex by our mother. You can, I learned, only push your luck so much before you get busted and caught in the act.

I knew I was a “dead man” and mom was beyond furious... but she didn’t kick my ass and maybe because she knew she’d seriously hurt me. Did I know better? Yes, ma’am, I know it’s wrong. Why did I make my brother do this?

Tough one to answer because I knew if I told her the truth - that doing it was his idea - and that if she had walked in five minutes sooner, she would have caught him fucking me - well, she just wasn’t going to believe me. That and she was reading me the riot act about being the oldest and being responsible and to use my hand when I felt the need to have sex.

She finished ripping me a new one and sent me back to bed... and my brother and I went right back to having sex even though her lecture wasn’t lost on me,

I just loved da dick more than I was afraid of the consequences... and even my either had good dick, so...

All shapes, sizes, and colors! So much sperm to taste (but not all of it tasted good)! Tasting them, feeling them, hearing the guy cussing and fucking into my mouth... then the crazy pumping in my mouth. Big fat dicks; small skinny dicks. White ones. Black ones. Young like me. Older guys. None of that mattered because it was dick.

Ah...! So good. So nasty. Hooked on it forever.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]But while that was good, nasty fun, there was more dick to suck, more sperm to taste and to feel leaking out of my butt. My friends were just as “bad” as I was once they learned that sucking a dick and being fucked was nasty fun. We all worried about getting caught but that just made it more fun to do.

Any place. Any time. Any guy who wanted to have sex. Having sex with my brother was... comfortable. At first, I didn’t want to but changed my mind and it was even more “nastier” for us to be doing it, knowing that if our parents caught us or even thought we were having sex, wow, to say it would be very bad for us doesn’t begin to describe the hell that would descend upon us!

The guy who lived in our building and a friends was, in today’s terms, a very gay bottom and he loved sucking dick and being fucked more than the rest of us did. Having sex with him was wild and crazy and he loved to suck me and make me shoot sperm until my dick wouldn’t get hard again.

I’d suck him and make him shoot and he’d often tell me to hurry up and make him shoot so he could do what he wanted to do. He was gay, didn’t mind being sucked off... but his was still a dick I could suck and taste his sperm even if I would never get to feel his dick inside me.

As I got older and met more guys, wow - there were a lot of them who wanted me to suck their dick and to fuck me as well as sucking me and feeling my dick spurting in their butt! Now it couldn’t get any better![/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Just give me the dick. Now if the dick had foreskin, well, ew! Not gonna put it in my mouth but you can stick it in my ass! Otherwise, all dicks were welcome in my mouth and in my ass. I was learning that sometimes getting it my ass took ore time than sucking it so if all I could do was to suck someone until they came, I was more than good with that.

Any place, any time, any dick or pussy that wanted to experience what it’s was like to have me paying a lot of attention to it. Ah, I remember the first adult pussy I got to eat very well. Hot, wet, musky and sucking her clit was like sucking a small dick. She was quite drunk but I didn’t mind because I was having so much fun licking and sucking on her very hairy pussy.[/SIZE][/FONT]