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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Now, eventually, I knew two things. One, this thing we had going wasn't going to last a very long time and would come to an end the moment he found a girl who was willing to give him the pussy regularly... and I knew his mother would get around to saying something to me about what we were doing; it would have been stupid of me to think that she'd not be aware of it and put two and two together. You might be wondering why I just didn't tell her from the start and the answer is that I really wasn't sure how she was gonna react since knowing that I was bisexual didn't sit well with her and would get us "arguing" about that.

So when she came up to me with a certain look on her face, I knew it was time to have that conversation and I was prepared to have it and no matter how pissed off she was - and she was very pissed... but not for the reason I thought. She said, "Why didn't you tell me you two were doing it - and why did I have to hear it from him first?"

I had prepared myself for this confrontation... but not this exact question. I recovered and told her why I hadn't mentioned it before now and I was stunned when she said, "I had hoped you'd have sex with him but, damn it, ya could have told me!" Did not expect that reaction at all and to the point where I didn't even ask her why she had hoped that we'd have sex in the first place. All she did say to that end was that she knew she could trust me to do right by him - and that made me ask her why she didn't just ask me to initiate him and she said, "Because I knew he had to ask you himself. Now, can we go upstairs and fuck? I'm horny..."

Things came to the predicted end between us and I admit to have felt very sad about it but I was also very happy that he'd met and fell in love with a woman, too. When we had sex for the last time, it was hard for both of us not to start crying over the whole thing but we didn't; we just went through our normal routine and after we were done, he said, "I'm going to miss this a lot."

"So am I... but life goes on, doesn't it?"

I did have to backtrack with his mom and go through the whole course of events which, um, more often than not, had us fucking like rabid teenagers. I had figured she'd be horribly angry and, again, was surprised that she wasn't. "I knew he'd get around to asking you," she said one day. "And, oh, yeah, if you were wondering how he knew you were down with it, it's because I told him."

Oh... that's how he heard it. Well, damn. She had told me that she had sat him down and asked if he had asked me and to tell her all about it and he had obviously spilled his guts to her and, just as obvious, she was pleased with the results and more so since it prevented him from coercing his little brother into it, something we both had a problem with.

"I'm just mad with you because you didn't tell me yourself," she would often remind me. "He's grown and can make his own decisions about shit like that and I'm glad you were doing him because it made him very happy and if he's happy, then I'm happy and because you did, I love you even more than ever because you were able to do something for him that I couldn't help him with - except to point him in your direction."

In later times, I wondered if I would have gone ahead and done him if she had asked me to before he said something but it was a moot point; it happened when it needed to happen and no one regretted that it did.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Because I had known where the conversation was going, I had run it all through my head several times before he even got around to asking me if I'd blow him. Risky? Possibly but I also had a bit of an ulterior motive since I knew he was fucking my daughter and if he fucked around and knocked her up, I wouldn't have wanted to be him when he'd be made to explain it to us.

I told my wife about it and we had a long talk - she knew he was banging my daughter, too (and our daughter didn't know that we knew) - and to keep him from further traumatizing his little brother, we agreed that this was a necessary intervention of sorts.

"You know if his mom finds out, she might shit a gold brick," she said.

"I know but I'll worry about that when I have to worry about it," I replied.

I knew that he'd be back for more and he didn't disappoint me in this; I was pretty much sucking his dick three or four times a week and sometimes two or three times a day. At one point, he had admitted that he wanted to suck my dick but didn't think he could and I told him, honestly, not to worry about it; if he did, fine but if not, that's fine, too. Still, he felt that he had to do something for me and decided that since he couldn't bring himself to suck me, perhaps I could fuck him... and that set off some alarms in my head because I still hadn't resolved my issues around anal sex.

One day he comes in and comes right to me and asks if I'd suck his dick but with a twist - he wanted us to shower together. I thought, "This is different..." but I agree and we hit the shower together and as we showered, wow, I wanted to feel him inside me so I turned to him and said, "Soap your dick up good, get soap on your finger and ease it in my butt and when I tell you, put your dick in my ass and fuck me." The look on his face was precious but he did as I said... and I was still wondering what the fuck I was thinking as I felt his hardness slide into me.

"Oh, damn," he groaned as he started to fuck me and before I could get into it, I felt his dick swell, followed by that intense pumping action as he filled my ass with cum - and it was heavenly. He pulled out and I felt empty and strangely disappointed when I heard him say, "Now fuck me!" I want to do get into him slowly even while trying to quickly tell him about this but he said, "Just put it in me - I can handle it!"

I pushed... and went into him easily and as if he'd been fucked before - but I knew he hadn't lied to me when he said that he hadn't. It didn't take me long to bust inside him and I heard him say, "Yeah, that's what I needed!" We washed up, got dried, and went straight to the bedroom where I sucked him into hardness, used a proper lube on both of us, and rode his dick for a while before he unloaded in me again and it was even better the second time. Could it be that I'd found the guy who was "worthy" of fucking me and would end my anal abstinence?

Um, no. As it turned out, he didn't like fucking me one bit although he admitted that it felt good to him but not what he really wanted and needed from me; he wanted me to suck him off then fuck him, nothing more, nothing less and as much as that pissed me off, I had no choice but to honor what he wanted.

Now, he did try to blow me once, when he was kinda drunk after hanging with his boys and while I thought he did a decent job (but I didn't cum) he said that it was nice but not his thing; he was just fine with the way we were already doing things and, strangely, I wasn't all that upset about it.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]"I think I understand it," he said. "But why do you think I don't?"

I spend the next fifteen minutes or so explaining the implications of going this route, both the good and the bad of it and I didn't pull any punches or sugar coat any of it and if you think I was going out of my way to talk him out of this, you'd be right. I finished by telling him that he was an adult now so it was up to him to act like an adult in this and to make a decision one way or the other while really understanding what it all meant and especially what it meant for me to do this for him and how it could fuck everything up for everyone.

I sat there and watched him think before he cleared his throat and said, "I understand. Will you suck my cock for me, please? I don't know what else to do and if I can't trust you, who can I trust?"

I had already made up my mind about this and I would blow him - but only if he showed me that he really did understand the implications and that he approached this in an adult way. I told him, "Okay, I'll do it - just let me know when you're ready and take some time to think about it some more."

"How about right now?" he asked - and, yes, I knew he was gonna say that.

"Are you sure?" I asked. "Once I do this, there's no going back."

"Yes. Please." he said. He lifted his butt up enough to slide his pants and underwear down to reveal a very nice cock and one that appeared to be so hard I figured it had to hurt like a motherfucker. I looked at him, saw that "desperate" look on his face and leaned over and took him into my mouth. He groaned and immediately started fucking into my mouth and, honestly, I half-expected him to blow his load in a matter of seconds so I stopped long enough to say one word to him: "Relax." I took my time sucking him, using a few tricks I'd picked up along the way to keep him from busting before he really got a good feel for what he had asked for.

Moments later, he exploded in my mouth and I dutifully swallowed his rather tasty load; I sat up and looked at him and almost laughed at the look on his face - and I did laugh when he said, "That was better than any girl who sucked me! You are really good at it!"

"So now what?" I asked him.

"Can you do it again?"

"Is that what you want?"

"Yes. Please."

"What, right now?"

"Please."

"Okay... but what about tomorrow? The day after? Next week?" I asked so I could drive home a necessary point.

"I don't understand," he said.

"Look, if you wanna do this again down the road, you're gonna have to ask for it like a man and don't expect me to just do it," I said, hitting him with this very adult thing to do. "If you don't ask for what you want, I'm going to just ignore you."

"Oh, okay - I understand," he said. I went back down on him but I'll admit that this time, it was for my pleasure. He went to bed with a huge grin on his face, leaving me to think some more about what had just happened.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]At this point, y'all are probably thinking that I should be ashamed of myself and the fact of the matter is that sometimes I am but not so much because if being bisexual has taught me anything, it's taught me that a lot of the bullshit we hear about sex is just that: Bullshit. It's just up to everyone to decide how far they're gonna take things and it seems to me that bisexuals tend to push things right to the limit.

One night, our girlfriend's second oldest son comes in from a date with some girl... and he looks like someone stole his lunch money and I don't think that I've ever seen such a hang-dog look on a guy's face but I knew what that look meant - he was hoping to get laid and didn't. Poor guy - welcome to the world of being a legal adult!

I sat there watching him pacing the living room and because he kept walking in front of the TV and blocking my view, I asked him what was wrong just so I could get him to stop pacing. He stood there deep in thought before he asked me if he could ask me something and I said that he could; I'd been raising this guy since he was like 9 or so and had made it clear that he could come to me and ask anything, talk about anything and just like my own kids could do. He sits down, still thinking, and says, "I think there's something wrong with my dick."

Hmm. Sounds serious but I ask him what he thinks is wrong and the short version was that there had to be something wrong with his dick because girls wouldn't let him fuck them and, yup, I was right about why he came in looking like someone had killed his dog. I spent some time explaining this thing about girls, convinced him that, um, a girl couldn't think your dick was funky or something if she'd never seen it, and that, yeah, this is a problem we all face as men and something we just gotta learn to live with.

He nodded but said, "But, I'm always horny! I need to bust a nut!"

Of course, I reminded him that he had two hands and he said that he jerked off a lot (but I knew where all the toilet paper was disappearing to already) but it wasn't enough and he wanted to know if there was anything else he could do to get his rocks off on a more regular basis. The funny part about that was he didn't know what I knew, like, not only was he fucking my daughter (before she got married to her boyfriend but while she was still his girlfriend, the "cheating" hussy!) but he had been pressuring his younger brother for sex, something that got to the point where I had to step in and have very serious conversation about that. I had explained to him, truthfully, that it wasn't unusual for brothers to do each other but forcing his brother into it was not gonna be tolerated and if I heard that he was still forcing him into something, I was going to seriously kick his ass.

"So, what do you think you need to do about this?" I asked him.

"I dunno; right about now, I'd do anything!" he said. "Can I ask you something?"

I laughed and reminded him that he's been asking me stuff the whole time we were talking so go ahead and ask.

"Is it true that, um, you suck dick?" he asked.

Okay... didn't expect that one and I couldn't imagine how he heard that but, to me, it wasn't important how he heard it - but him asking was. I wasn't going to lie to him so I told him that, yeah, it was very true and at that point, I knew how this conversation was going to go - now it was just a matter of how he was gonna get to the point.

"Wow," he said with dinner plate eyes. "What's that like?"

I told him what it was like for me and all that good stuff while paying very close attention to him including that rather nice bulge that had appeared in his jeans. Wait for it... he's about to say it any second now.

"Um, if I wanted you to suck my dick, would you?" he finally asked.

"Well, do you think that would be right since, um, you know, I am very much involved with your mother?" I asked. Now it was about learning where his head was and I got a kick out of watching the wheels turning in his head.

"Um, you're like a father to me but you're not really my father," he said.

"True enough," I said. "But don't you think that if she should find out about it, ah, that could be very bad?"

"If she found out, yeah," he admitted. "But I need this; I need to do something - I can't take this any more!"

"Do you really understand what you're asking me?" I asked. "Because I don't think you do."[/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE=3][FONT=verdana]Even when I got to the point where I'd taken anal sex off the menu, I found myself passing on a lot of blow jobs; the uncut dicks were "everywhere" and I'd be disappointed and I'm sure I hurt a lot of guys' feelings along the way and that didn't make me feel good about myself. I dug into the "science" of uncircumcised cocks, saw God only knows how many pictures of them and fought my mind to not cringe when I saw and studied them. Logically and intelligently, I understood it, had a handle on the pros and cons of keeping one's foreskin and the controversy that was appearing about removing it that said it wasn't a medical necessity to remove it.

They still gave me the creeps, though. When it became possible to solicit cock on-line, a lot of guys were asking if one was cut or uncut and for me, if they were uncut, major deal breaker... and I felt so utterly stupid about it and given how much I loved to suck dick, often angry that I couldn't get this monkey off my back.

When I was 50, I got to talking to this guy online and we were both very eager to suck some dick; we figured out that we were, indeed, close to each other, we both had the time for it, so I told him to come on over because I was starving to suck some dick. The guy shows up (five minutes late) and we sit and talk for a few seconds before my hunger got the best of me; when he asked, "Well?" I said, "Give it to me!"

I watched him with very hungry eyes as he got out of his clothes and I was so "desperate" to suck his dick that I don't even remember stripping down until I heard him say, "Yeah... that's what I'm talking about!" and looked at him looking at my erection. He stepped out of his underwear... and, fuck... he wasn't cut! Damn it to hell! In my haste to get his dick in my mouth, I neglected to ask if he was cut or not! In the space of the two or three seconds it took me to walk from where I was standing to where he was sitting, a major fucking war was going on in my head: My need to suck this dick versus my stupid aversion versus my personal honor; I gave him my word that I was gonna suck him off and honor demanded that I do just that even though he had foreskin.

I knelt before him and the memory of what that one lady told me - peel him like a banana - popped into my head; I wrapped my hand around him and pulled his foreskin away from his knob... and got to sucking on him, feeling my aversion screaming bloody murder inside my head and then screaming even louder when I released him so that his foreskin went back to where it was supposed to be... and I kept right on sucking. Truthfully, I went batshit crazy on him, attacking his neck, ears, and his nipples; he was a big guy with hints of man-boobs and good-sized nipples and I went to town on them.

Later, he'd tell me that when I started sucking his nipples, he almost came.

I went back to sucking him, taking him deep, even sucking on all that "excess" skin he had until he blew his load for me and The Beast inside me was roaring with pleasure to have all of his dick in my mouth and feeling it pumping away as I drank down his spunk.

As we traded places, I was wondering why I had hated uncut dicks so much... and even today, I don't have an answer to that. He went down on me until I busted and, normally, I guess, that would have been that but I had stood up, pushed him hard enough to make him sit down, and went back to sucking his uncut dick. Oh, he protested a little but his foreskin spared him that very irritating sensation I'm sure you guys know about after you've busted. I did my best to suck the black right off of his dick until he gave up another load.

I'd gotten over my aversion... but I still think an uncut dick is damned ugly to look at.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I can't begin to tell you how many dicks I've sucked in my life to date. As early as 1975, I realized that I had lost count of the number of men who've shot their loads into my mouth and it was about one hundred at that time. I wouldn't say that I'm a cock whore or a cum slut but, yeah, I do love sucking cock and while I have turned down a lot of offers over the decades, I accepted a shit-load more of them, sometimes to my great delight and pleasure and sometimes kicking my own ass about making what turned out to be a poor decision.

Here's the oddity: Of all the cocks I've sucked, I've only sucked [B]one uncut cock[/B]! Yes, one. How is that possible? Well, let me tell you...

Without any offense to any uncut guy reading this, I always thought that dicks with foreskin were just flat-out ugly to look at and, equally odd, the ten of us who regularly did each other were all cut but as my "sexual rampage" extended farther into the neighborhood at large, I started running into guys with foreskin... lots of foreskin. We'd get onto the subject of doing it, I'd get very excited and sometimes start drooling to think about having yet another dick in my mouth; the guy would present his ding dong for sucking and - ew! Foreskin! Ugh!

So instead of sucking the guy off, I opted to be fucked and believe me, I wouldn't even touch a cock that wasn't cut. As I got older and realized that, okay, some guys were "allowed" to keep their foreskin (and we're born with it), I understood how silly I was being about it but every time I tried to conquer this aversion, nope, couldn't do it and it didn't make a difference to me that a lot of those guys, when they got hard, their foreskin would retract and expose lovely cock knobs.

I'd talk to girls/women about uncut cocks; some of them didn't mind them, some kinda/sorta liked them, but a lot of them were just as weirded out about it as I was but they'd tell me to just slide the extra skin out of the way - "Peel it like a banana!" one lady told me - and go for what I know and this very helpful information made lots of sense... but, damn it, I still had to see it and, yuck, nope, not putting my mouth on it but you can stick it in my ass even if I wasn't in the mood to be fucked, figuring that if it's in my ass, I can't see it.

Yeah, I know - kinda cray-cray and the worst part is that I knew it was cray-cray and I didn't like it one bit that uncut dicks bothered me so much on top of not being able to get rid of this aversion.[/SIZE][/FONT]

My wife and I hosted our weekly 3some last night, had a great time and afterward we laid there exhausted and talking about what our weirdest fantasies are. I have often thought that if i was a women i would be a total whore, she laughed and said you already are a whore and i said no if i had a pussy i would have cock in it all the time. She said she wouldn't want to be a man as she absolutely loves getting laid.

I for one love both pussy and cock, that said i get really jealous seeing my buddy ramming his cock into her pussy, wishing i could feel a stiff cock ramming me. Anal is awesome but i often wonder how a women feels getting her pussy stuffed.

How many others are in the same boat feeling they would be a whore.

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]The next several months was a whirlwind of sex with him but I expected that. During one such session, god, I wanted his big, thick dick in me badly but when I went to ride him, fuck, he couldn't stay hard; disappointing but, okay, it is what it is but what bothered me more was that after years of not wanting anything to do with anal, yeah, I wanted him to fuck me.

The next shock: My daughter wanted to watch us suck each other. Yeah, I know what you're thinking because I thought the same thing myself even though she clearly stated that she wanted to see what it was about us sucking on each other that he was now so head over heels about. So after making it clear that no funny stuff better not happen, she got to see us go at each other and it was fucking weird to know she was sitting right next to us as we sucked each other off.

I guess it was a few weeks later when he showed up with their girlfriend in tow; apparently, my daughter and he had decided to duplicate the kind of relationship I was now up to my eyeballs in and sharing a lover... and a lover who also wanted to see us blowing each other and, oh, yeah, she also wanted both of us to fuck her. Having her watching didn't bother me as much as having my daughter watching - that was still fucking with me - but between the two of us, we pretty much wrecked that poor girl. After the dust had settled, she said that she understood why we liked to blow each other and that she had one hell of a good time taking on two guys at the same time and hoped to do it again and soon. Even my daughter was happy that their girlfriend was more than pleased with me although I really couldn't figure out why and since I didn't really want to know, I didn't ask.

I was used to being on the cutting edge of sex... but this? Very, very weird but still satisfying and I found myself once more rethinking everything I thought I knew about love, sex, and relationships. I was just very damned happy that those two crazy-assed kids didn't suggest that they and their girlfriend get with me so the four of us could have sex together. I would have rejected that suggestion but I'll admit that it excited me just as much as it bothered the shit out of me - there are still some lines that should never, ever be crossed.

And life went on but took another strange turn of events that's noteworthy...[/SIZE][/FONT]