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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]If nothing else, it's how I know that if/when a guy is on the hunt for cock, sometimes, all he has to do is just be where other men can see them because you just never know when you'll catch some guy's eye and he comes over so that he can find out if you're the guy he thinks you might be.

My "curse" taught me that opportunities will come a-knocking and, again, usually when you least expect it and from directions you'd never really think about. It doesn't mean that you gotta accept every offer that comes your way but, well, if you want to then why not? It's always a judgement call and if I'd learned nothing else, I learned how to analyze the situation quickly so that if I wanted to, I could make that go/no go decision without having to spend days doing it. I had the benefit of years of experience that would "show" me who were the assholes and who wasn't my idea of an asshole and, again, I had learned to trust my instincts without question.

I have [B]never[/B] caught anything nasty having sex with a guy. [B]Never[/B]. I know it's possible because you just can't trust some guys to be honest and truthful but, then again, I learned some stuff about healthy dicks and what an unhealthy one looks and even smells like. I learned about reading body language and combined with my instincts, well, there are just some opportunities that come knocking that aren't going to get answered... and many more that do get answered.

I now have two neighbors I've had sex with and, again, it's like they read that sign that's been on me since forever that told them that if you wanna find out what it's like to have sex with a guy, I'm the one you need to talk to... and everything will be okay. This shit used to bother the hell out of me but I've since learned to not let it bug me and that when I want dick, all I have to do is to be where guys can, at the very least see me... and now it's on them to make the "indecent proposal" that, yeah, sometimes, I'm hoping they make.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]One of the things that used to baffle me was being with a guy I knew was down with sex with guys and he knew I was... and listening to him complaining about not finding any dick. I was talking to one such guy one day and listening to him talk about how badly he needed to suck some dick and get fucked and there was no one around... and it hit me that while we knew this about each other, we had never done anything with each other.

"So, what am I - chopped liver?" I had asked him. "If you wanna suck some dick, why have you never asked me if I'd be interested?"

He looked at me like the thought never occurred to him before but he recovered enough to say, "But we're friends! You know they say it's bad business to have sex with your friends because it'll ruin the friendship!"

I snorted with great derision and said, "Yeah, that's what they say... but what are friends for? What, I'm not your type or something like that? We often sit and talk about the sex we've been having so it's not like you don't know that if you asked me, I'd be happy to do it with you... but you've never asked."

"Well, how come you never asked me?" he countered.

A good question but one I knew the answer to so I said, "Because you never gave me any sign that you'd be interested so there was no point in me asking and then get all bummed out when you say no - and I just knew you would."

An hour later, we were in his bed and trying our best to recover from having worn each other out.

"How come we never did this before?" he asked.

"I dunno, but I'm glad we did," I said. "Just one of those things that happens, I guess."

And, no -it didn't trash our friendship.

Even when time passed and one could use the Internet to find a guy to have sex with, it seemed my "curse" just stayed with me; I hit a guy up to make an offer... and no takers... but let me just be looking to see who's been checking out my profile or to clean out messages that had been piling up and going unseen... and the offers would refill my inbox faster than I could respond to them! I told one guy who I wound up hooking up with, "I don't know what it is; when I'm looking for dick, I can't get it to save my life but when I'm not looking, there's more dick than even I know what to do with!"

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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]In my 20s, wow: Who knew there were really that many guys who had reason to want to have sex with another dude? A lot of the guys I knew, say, from playing basketball at the court across the street from my house, would sometimes make me laugh at how clumsy and funny their were trying to make it known how horny they were or "trying to be slick" and say something like, "Shit... I need my dick sucked right about now!"

Or, one of my favorites, some guy complaining about his balls hurting and then being bold enough to pull his dick out and start stroking it... while looking at me and like they're wondering why I'm not getting the hint. Oh, I got it just fine and the moment they mentioned their blue balls condition... but I had long since learned that there were some guys who didn't need to know that I could take care of that for them and some guys who'd be a major problem.

But there were a lot of guys who just seemed to know that if they wanted a blow job, I was the guy they needed to hook up with. I even found out that some of the guys who'd come looking for me had been recommended to me by guys I'd had sex with - nothing like word of mouth advertising, huh? It would usually be some guy who I'd seen around the neighborhood but not someone I hung out with all that much and, as such, I'd often get blindsided by the reason they're talking to me or the few guys who were bold enough to let me know that they heard that I give good blow jobs and would I blow them because they really need it bad?

Whether I did or not wasn't the point or what really bothered me: It was feeling like I had a sign on me that invited horny dude to come check me out. I was standing in line at the bank one day and the guy behind me moved a little closer and whispered, "I'd really like to suck your dick when we leave here - you down for it?" Or sitting in a bar after work and having a quick drink or two... and the bartender is bringing me drinks I didn't ask for; or some guy would sit next to me, strike up a conversation and then tell me how much he'd love to take me somewhere so we could have sex.

Sometimes I'd accept, sometimes I didn't not because I wasn't down for it but I'd learned to trust my gut instincts and when they told me to tell someone no, I listened.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Early in my bisexuality, I learned that I didn't have to do a whole lot to find a guy who wanted to do it: They'd find me. With my cadre of very horny friends, that was easy - all I had to do was go outside and meet up with them and then just be ready and waiting for them to suggest that our time would be better spent sucking and fucking each other.

I learned that when I was incredibly horny for some dick and I'd purposely go looking for it, shit: Where did all the guys go? Or if I saw some guys I knew were okay with this, damn it... they had other things to do or had other reasons why they didn't want to. But the moment I wasn't thinking about doing it with boys, they would often come out of the woodwork and all too eager to have sex with me.

Which was fine and even better when a bunch of us would get together; then there were plenty of dicks to suck and to have in my ass and since we were about being fair, lots of guys to suck my dick and take it in their asses. I thought this was just one of those things that only happened with the guys I knew of but as I grew up, shit... whenever I was starving for dick, I could never find someone willing to give me some! But I could be somewhere and minding my own business - and not even thinking about having sex and now I was spending a lot of time fending off offers of sex.

It got to be pretty annoying after a while. Along the way, I'd run into guys who were also looking and totally frustrated because they couldn't find anyone and they'd ask me what I did to get some dick and I'd tell them that I had the best luck getting some when I wasn't looking for it and, sometimes, when I didn't even expect to get some or the chance to.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]A quick glance at my friend told me he was thinking the same thing I was and, to be honest, I realized that we were both sitting there trying to look innocent... and wasn't doing a good job of it if his body language was any indication.

Father and son talked for a moment and I had an overwhelming need to get out of there just in case he really did put one and one and the open window together... but I made myself sit there and act as cool and collected as possible, which was hard to do since I could feel his sperm squishing about between my cheeks - and now I was worried about a wet spot on the front of my pants from my very recent release.

Father and son finished their conversation and his dad turned to leave -then stopped. He looked at us with a look that made me want to pee myself and said, "Next time, open the damned window before shit gets started, dummies!" He walked out of the room, shaking his head - or was he laughing at us? I couldn't tell and I didn't want to hang around to find out! I told my friend that I'd see him later and went on home, feeling a lot of adrenaline leaving my system after, first, having had some amazing sex and knowing how close I came to getting busted again. As I walked home, I shuddered to think what could have happened and I was worried about what my friend might be going through now that I'd left.

Shit. I hope he didn't get into any trouble...

That night, my brother and I were into it but some of fun was missing for me; I was very worried about the near miss earlier that day and even more aware that our mother just might be keeping a closer eye on us - and without either of us knowing that she was; as he fucked me, I was so paranoid! Every sound I heard was making me almost jump out of my skin and my brother noticed it. He stopped fucking me - and I noticed that I could feel his pulse through his dick buried in my ass, something I'd never noticed before. He asked me what was wrong and it got... weird because I started telling him what happened earlier... while he had all of his dick buried in my ass... and he thought the whole thing was funny which didn't improve my mood any.

We finished having sex but for the first time ever, I didn't enjoy it all that much; I laid awake for the longest time thinking about all of this and finally fell asleep thinking that if I get caught again, I just get caught... but I needed to do more to make sure I didn't get caught.

The next day, I had just stepped outside when my friend came running up to me and said, "Let's go to the park - I gotta tell you something!"

Uh-oh. I didn't know what he wanted to talk about but I felt relieved that he didn't get into trouble since he was outside and didn't appear to have suffered a beating. Once in the park, he told me that his father was talking to him about guys having sex with other guys and that he knew that we'd been having sex and that he understood it... and warned him to be more careful because if his mother were to catch him, he'd be in very deep shit.

"You didn't get into trouble?" I asked.

"No, but I thought I was!" he said. "Man, I almost shit myself when he said he had to talk to me about something and then he said that he knew what we had done!"

I almost shit myself hearing him telling me this, too. Well, not really but it sure felt like I might.

"So, um, when can we do it again?" he asked. I had been so deep in thought that I almost missed him asking that.

"I dunno... we gotta make sure we can do it and not get caught," I said. "Did you really like it?"

"Hell, yeah I did - way better than jerking off!" he said. "Is it weird that almost getting caught makes doing it again more exciting?"

"Nah, not really," I said. "Where I used to live? We all knew that the thrill of having sex with each was knowing that we could get caught, as funny as that sounds."

"Tell me all about where you used to live!" he said. I spent the next couple of hours telling him about all the guys I had sex with... and the few adults, too, including the one who got me hooked on dick. Just talking about it made me very horny and it made him horny, too.

"If we go to my house, we'll have time," he said. "My dad made it a point to tell me that him and my mom would be out and when they'd be back. So, do you wanna?"

"Let's go," I said. I knew we were throwing caution to the wind since, you know, parents couldn't really be trusted. But I knew I'd be lying to myself if I said that I didn't want to have sex with him again.

We spent the next two hours sucking and fucking each other until we wore each other out and the only interruption was his dad calling to let him know - again - exactly when they'd be home.

"My dad said that he hopes that we're done and everything is in order by the time they get here," my friend said. "Man... is it weird that he knows we were fucking and he's okay with it?"

"Yeah, it is," I said. I thought for a moment... then told him how my brother and I got caught last week.

"No shit! Man, you're fucking lucky that you have a brother!" he said. "I'm an only child and, damn, now I really wish I had a brother!"

We had sex a lot that summer and, thankfully, didn't come close to getting caught either at his place or mine... but that last close call really had me rethinking some stuff to make sure that something like that didn't happen again.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]We were really getting into it. I stopped sucking him long enough to suck on his balls and I gasped and sighed as he imitated what I was doing. I went back to sucking him and slipped a finger between his butt cheeks and pressed it against his hole - and he did the same to me; I pressed a little hard and felt the tip of my finger go in and, yep, he did the same and it felt good... and good enough for me to stop sucking on him and say, "Get that grease over there, put it on your dick, and stick it in me!"

Shit... he got up so fast he almost knocked me off the bed! As he grabbed the can of Crown hair grease and slathered in on his dick, I rolled over onto my stomach and waited impatiently for him to climb on me and stick his dick in my ass. He mounted me and I had to reach back to get him to the right spot and when I did, I almost threw up when all of his dick went into me at once but I didn't. He might not have known how to suck a dick but he knew what to do with his dick in my ass and, pardon the pun, but he was fucking the shit out of me and cussing up a storm. It felt so good and I wanted it to last "forever" but the way he was fucking me had changed and I could feel his whole body getting ready so he could cum in me.

I felt his dick swell in my ass; heard him saying, Oh, no! Oh, no!" over and over - then his dick was pumping away like crazy in my ass and it felt so heavenly and I wished he could keep doing it... but, yeah, that was impossible so I just laid beneath him until he finally stopped cumming and his dick got soft enough to pop out of my ass on its own.

He rolled over, gasping and said, "Do me! Stick it in me before I change my mind!"

I jumped up and grabbed the hair grease and smeared a huge amount of it on my dick and rushed back to the bed; I had happened to look at my watch and thought that we still have 45 minutes left before his parents got home. I got on top of him and took a moment to ask him, "Are you sure because this is gonna hurt a little?"

"Do it, stick it in and fuck me," he said - so that's what I did. I moaned and he yelped as the head of my dick went into him (but not as fast as he'd done to me); I stopped for a moment so he could get used to it and when he said, Go... go..." I pushed more of myself into him until all eight inches of my dick was inside him.

"Oh, god, it fucking hurts... but it feels good!" he said as I started to fuck him. It was already warm in his room and now it was really hot; sweat was still pouring off of both of us and as I raised up so I could see my dick buried in his ass, some sweat got into my eyes and was stinging like crazy - but my dick looked very good stretching his asshole nice and wide... and so good that I was about to cum.

It was building up to the moment where I couldn't stop it and just when I blurted out that I was gonna cum, I heard voices downstairs - oh, shit: His parents were home!" But I was also cumming and I couldn't have stopped and pulled out even if I wanted to - and I sure as hell wanted to because chances were good that one or both of his parents would come looking for him and just walk into his room and if they saw this...

And to make matters worse, it was like my body was taking its own sweet time pumping my sperm into him and I heard his mother tell his father, "Go see if he's in his room!"

Oh, no! He heard it, too, so I hurried up and pulled out of him - and my dick was still pumping a little and a spurt landed on the place on the bed where he had been laying - he was already up and looking for his pants and I wasn't too far behind him. It was so crazy that it wasn't until I actually looked to see that I had his underwear on! There was no time for us to switch; there were footsteps on the steps! We lived in the projects - all of the homes were the same - so I knew there were 13 steps to be climbed and his dad had already taken 6 of them already.

Panic was setting in for both of us and I had enough time to whisper to him, "Open the window -hurry up and open the window!" He managed to fling it open and sit down next to me when his bedroom door opened and his dad walked in... and it seemed like my heart stopped beating as he looked at both of us, saw that the window was open, and looked even harder at the two of us.

I spoke to him and he returned my greeting... while still looking at us with great suspicion. I was thinking, "Oh, shit... he knows what we did!" and was waiting for all holy hell to break loose.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]As I got free of my pants and underwear, I looked up at him and saw him looking at me, his eyes practically popping out of his head to see that there was none of his dick that wasn't in my mouth. He blinked and, I guess, saw that I was naked from the waist down and said, "Can I suck your dick, too?"

I just nodded and with his dick still deep in my mouth, I turned around so that my dick was now hovering over his face; I so very much wanted him to suck me but I wasn't sure if he really would or not... but then I felt his lips kissing the head of my dick, then felt his tongue licking it - then felt the wet warmth of his mouth as his took more of me in... and I really went to work on him.

I could him gagging a little so I made myself be still but he was handling it okay - and I knew that because he didn't stop sucking. I was literally slamming my face into his crotch, burying his bone deep in my mouth and throat and doing everything I could to make him cum again and, preferably, before he made me cum... but I always had a "problem" with guys who sucked dick for the first time; their... fumbling movements would always make me cum before I wanted to and this time wasn't any different.

It made me stop sucking him and tell him that I was gonna cum, the signal that told him that if he didn't want to get a mouthful of cum, now would be the time to stop and move away. In our side by side position, I could see him nod; it told me that he heard me and that it would be okay to cum in his mouth. I was too close for comfort and I hurried up and went back down on him, sucking him furiously and just as he started to cum, I did, too, and I could swear that he was giving up even more spunk than he had the first time... but I couldn't keep thinking about that as my own dick was pumping away in his mouth.

We kinda moved away from each other enough for our now-soft dicks fell from each other's mouth. I sat up and looked at him and was about to ask him if he was oka when he smiled and said, "That was amazing! Can we do it again?"

I looked at my watch and asked, "What time will your parents be home? It's almost three o'clock now!"

He said, "They won't be home for another hour!"

That was good enough for me. I took a deep, cleansing breath, took a look at him, and went back down on him and a moment later I felt his mouth on me again. This time I wasn't in a big hurry to make him cum but my mind was also on the time; an hour might seem like a long time but when you're sucking dick, it can feel like only minutes have passed.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]He got quiet again and experience had taught me to know what he was going to say next once he got up the nerve to say it... and I didn't have to wait very long.

"Um, do you think...?" he asked, letting his voice trail off.

For some reason, that kinda pissed me off and I finished the question for him by saying, "You wanna know if I'd suck your dick, huh?"

"Well, yeah, that's what I was about to say," he said. "But I've never done anything like that before!"

I didn't know about him but I went from being totally bored to totally horny; I wasn't really that sure that he really wanted to do this but I was quickly getting to the point where I didn't care if he was sure or not... and more so when I could tell that the thought of it was something he found exciting since his dick was hard.

"Are you sure?" I asked him, already trying to imagine what his dick looked like - and hoping that he didn't have all that ugly-looking foreskin that just gave me the creeps.

"I think so," he said, now looking very uncertain - but that was good enough for me.

We were already sitting on his bed so I just kinda pushed him over until he was lying on his back; I unfastened his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear... and I felt myself drooling because his dick was hard and beautiful - and no foreskin. I looked up at him and saw he had that "deer in the headlights" look; he was scared and I almost didn't go down on him... but I said, "Fuck it..." to myself, leaned over him, and took him into my mouth.

I heard him say, "Oh, shit!" - then my mouth was flooded with a lot of spunk; it caught me off guard and I had to hustle in order to swallow it. His cock was pumping like crazy with pulses so strong it had me thinking that it had to hurt. The good part was when he was finished cumming, his dick was still very hard - so I kept sucking on it. He went "crazy" - talking nonsense and cussing as his body made him fuck into my mouth. He felt and tasted so good; my own dick was very hard in my pants and for a moment I thought that I might cum in my underwear and I didn't want to do that so I sucked all of his dick down and held it there while I managed to get out of my own pants and underwear.[/SIZE][/FONT]