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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I want to take the time, moment, and this place to say something about a thing that continues to confuse me and that is that thing where a guy can have an experience with another guy when he was young but then act as if it never happened once they become an adult.

It has always amazed me how many guys will say, "I did (add something here) when I was young - but that doesn't count."

But it does count. You did it and it's not like when you have a juvie police record that gets "wiped out" once you become an adult. You were young, sucked a dick, got sucked, maybe some fucking happened and, yeah, you did it and only a trick of your mind is capable of undoing whatever happened.

I talk to people about my bisexuality and sometimes, as I'm explaining things, they, too, look at it as if what I did when I was young is somehow different than what I've done as an adult and, yeah, one person said to me, "Cool... but that doesn't really count."

And I've been trying to find out why people think it doesn't. Sure, we separate our lives into two categories - childhood and adulthood and we make the transition from being a child to being an adult; there's a bible verse about putting away childish things when one becomes an adult and that makes sense.

But if you had sex with another guy as a youth, you can't undo that. You shouldn't act as if it never happened or that what you did then is different than whatever you might do now... yet a lot of guys do and, yeah, I've got the nerve to ask why.

What's the difference between the shit I did when I was young and what I'm doing now? I'm older. Did I do all that shit when I was young? Yep, I sure did so denying it in anyway doesn't make sense to me.

But it does to a lot of people... and I wanna know why.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]All I cared about was them having sex and being safe and responsible dong it. Were we right to let them find their own way - with us guiding and closely watching them? The question bothered me but as long as no one - including the women - were complaining, I just had to say that everyone was okay in whatever they were doing.

Because of the rapport we’d established, yeah, I’d hear gripes and complaints, wound up answering a shit load of questions and even about my own bisexuality and, oddly, everyone was cool about me being bi - except our girlfriend who couldn’t seem to understand why I’d often get with a guy so we could suck each other off.

Being “in charge” of a bisexual family was stressful. I had horny-assed kids to worry about as well as two grown women. In some ways, it was good that they were all aware of being bi and understood that just because you can do it that way, ya didn’t always have to.

I knew what was going on in our bedroom and I can tell you that if you’ve never seen, in person, two women going at each other, you have no idea what you’re missing and what you can learn as well.

Still, I maintain that it was important for all of us to have a healthy outlook about six and bisexuality and, yeah, even when they were experimenting with each other. Did it make me - make us - bad parents? Some would say yes... but we decided that we’d rather know what they were doing than not knowing since, again, we knew it was gonna happen and there was not much we could do to prevent it.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Living with a bunch of bisexuals was... interesting. I’d often have to mediate things between my wife and our girlfriend when things between them wasn’t going the way either of them wanted it to. I had to keep an eye on my two “new” boys to make sure that the earlier issue wasn’t still going on and while they’d both tell me that nothing was going on, I also knew they were lying and reminded them that if their mom hears anything else about that, they were gonna deal with her... then they were gonna have to deal with me.

I got all five of them together one day and told them, “Whatever y’all are doing with each other, it’s time to stop it. I mean it, I’m not joking, and do not think that I won’t find out. Do not test me on this one.”

And whatever they were doing just stopped... didn’t stop the bisexuals in my tribe from doing whatever with other people. My daughter asked me why guys sucked at eating pussy - and she was quite miffed when she asked.

And I really couldn’t explain it to her - but I was impressed that she’d come to me and ask questions, or go to her mom and her “other mom” and have... girl talks I wasnt privy to.
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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I knew the kids were having sex and that at least three of them were going both ways. I preached responsibility to them, warned them time and time again about peer pressure and insisted that if they had questions or needed to talk, come talk to one of us to get shit sorted out.

Most of the time they did; sometimes, well, they thought they were being slick and we weren’t aware of it.

Like the night my youngest son’s girlfriend came to spend the night. I knew what the plan was and I made it clear what wasn't gonna happen - told all of the boys that trying to sneak and get some pussy wasn’t going to work so don’t try it - I will catch you and make you wish you hadn’t been born.

We’re in bed, it’s like 2 in the morning and because of my job, I’d just gotten into bed and still awake when I hear girlish giggling and some moaning. I get up and just stand at the door of my daughter’s room and, yep - those two girls are in there doing each other. My son’s girlfriend said, “I like dick... but I like pussy better; they cum and they’re finished but girls can cum and keep going!”

My daughter said, “Me, too - and they can’t lick my pussy like a girl can!”

More giggles then moaning and slurping sounds and the girlfriend saying, “Oh, yeah... make me cum again!”

I wanted to laugh as I went back to bed. The women were awake and asked me if something was wrong and I said it wasn’t - the girls were eating each other and the boys are still confined to their room and probably jerking off and listening to the girls.

And I was oddly calm about it but still wondered if by allowing all of this, was I - we - doing the right thing?[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Three adults, all bisexual. Five kids, two of which were confirmed bisexual, one who decided to be straight, and two who were... questionable. Well, they were when the youngest of the five came to me with a complaint, namely, his older brother was “making him” suck his dick.

As the gatekeeper, yeah, I expected that just like I expected the older brother to be fucking my daughter - and thinking they were being slick about it. But while I was okay with experimenting, I was dead against coercion, force, bullying, whatever in this.

So I sat down with him and had that very serious talk with him and that no always means no; it’s one thing if his brother said, “Okay, let’s do it!” but I wasn’t going to tolerate the use of “force” just because he was a really horny motherfucker.

”You want him to suck your dick or you wanna fuck him, you damned sight better ask and if he says no, go jerk off... or fuck my daughter like you’ve been doing!”

He denied everything, of course, but I knew he was fucking her because she told me - and I even know what she thought about his, ah, skills... and it wasn’t flattering.

So here I am, in an unusual relationship, and tasked with the responsibility of keeping an eye on my horny kids as well as making sure everything between the wife and our girlfriend was going well. I would often find myself second-guessing our decision to let nature run its course with everyone while being ready to intercede when shit started to get out of hand.

And it wasn’t easy.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I spent the next hour or so listening to him telling me about how he and three other guys - one of which was his best friend - had just got finished spending the day having sex with each other. You’d have thought that he’d hit the million dollar lottery as he provided the “juicy details” of how the four of them fucked and sucked each other.

To be honest, this group sex thing kinda shocked me but on the whole, it was all I could do not to laugh at how excited he was, that and him telling me the number of condoms they went through - two big boxes of them.

Meanwhile, there wasn’t a night that I didn’t get to see my wife going down on our girlfriend and the first time was something to behold since our girlfriend had never had a girl go down on her. We were making love, our girlfriend was sucking my dick... but my wife was edgy and one look at her told me why.

i said to her, “You know you wanna do it... so do it... and we’ll deal with any backlash later.” Next thing I know, she’s between our girlfriend’s legs and going to town on her pussy - and didn’t pitch a bitch about it, which surprised me. After that first night, the two of them going at each other was just routine and the only “bad” thing was our girlfriend telling me that my wife ate pussy better than I did.

More later...[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]You may be thinking that we were some fucked up parents letting them experiment with all kinds of sex but as I said, we knew they were going to do this so our job was to keep a very close eye on things to make sure they didn’t get out of hand and, yes - we sat them down and talked about sex with them regularly because we knew they’d start having sex and we didn’t want them to learn from their clueless friends and wind up making mistakes they’d come to regret.

One day, my daughter asked me, “Does mommy like girls?” At this point, our relationship had gone poly and we had a girlfriend who also brought two of her three sons to the relationship. We didn’t hide the fact that the three of us were having sex - that was impossible. I knew my wife and our girlfriend were having sex without me and, apparently, my daughter knew it as well.

Instead of answering her question, I said, “Why don’t you go ask your mother instead of asking me - that’s a question you should ask her but I’ll tell you what - I’ll go tell her you want to ask her a question, okay?”

She agreed and, holding back my urge to laugh my ass off, went and told my wife that our daughter wanted to ask her something - do you have a moment for this?

She did and the two of them got together and talked... and to this day I have no idea what was said - I just know that after they talked, my daughter was smiling and my wife, well, I guess that it wasn’t easy for her to tell her daughter that, yes, I like girls, too.

I remember the day my oldest son came home and said, “Pop! Guess what I did!”

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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I cracked the door open to peek in and, yup, there they were, locked in a 69 and sucking away on each other. I started to break it up - maybe should have - but since I knew they were gonna do this, yeah, I just closed the door and went to talk to my wife about it.

My daughter? She’d stay at her godparents’ home and she and her god sisters were going at each other big time and the first clue was the day she came come from spending the weekend there... and she smelled like pussy. The next one was one of her god sisters letting the cat out of the bag to me. I had asked her a question about my daughter’s pants - she left home with one pair of pants, came home with a different pair of pants and I wanted to know where her original pants went.

Her god sister said that she “lost” them while they were having fun with each other - then looked mortified to realized that she just admitted to having sex with my daughter.

But we - my wife and I - knew that she would learn about pussy and that boys were going to fuck her -and that included her brothers; that was a situation where I had to step in and make it very clear to my sons that trying to fuck their sister - and she wasn’t hearing any of it - ain’t gonna happen so cut it out or else.[/SIZE][/FONT]