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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Then websites started popping up, followed by apps... and the "I want some dick" business was once again booming. I was still giving select guys their first experience while "fending off" the advances of a slew of gay men; between that, still being in an open marriage and now, at this point, being in a relationship with our live-in girlfriend, there just wasn't - again - enough hours in a day to get with the guys I'd be interested in and more so when, now, I had two women living with me who wanted to be fucked every day and most of the time twice a day.

And let's not mention my other girlfriend who, if the women who lived with me didn't wear me out, she most certainly could and would. Just trying to keep them happy and satisfied didn't leave me with a lot of chances to enjoy some dick and it got to the point where going to meet a guy to exchange blow jobs was a welcomed escape!

Our live-in girlfriend - my "other wife" for all intents and purposes - had a son who, when he turned 18, he wanted to be introduced to dick... and wanted me to introduce him. I did everything I could to talk him out of it and suggested he find some other guy... but then I questioned his "request" and more so when I found out that he was forcing his younger brother to suck his dick... so what was really going on with him. He and I had some words about him forcing his brother to blow him and I thought the matter was settled until it became clear that the guy he really wanted to have sex with was me. I'd suck him off and, in lieu of him returning that favor, I'd fuck him.

He did fuck me once... and it was glorious... but he said that it wasn't what he wanted us to be doing; he was very happy to have his dick sucked and his balls emptied, then give me his ass to fuck; he even said, one night when I was deep inside him, "I love it when you fuck me..."

Even after he met a girl and fell in love with her, the dick thing kept right on rolling along, not just with other guys but with my son-in-law; I still remember the day he and my daughter came over to talk to me about me and him blowing each other. I was very shocked as I listened to them explain that he wanted to know what it was like and there was only one person they both knew they could trust.

Me.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]And in between rounds of group sex with other couples, I was being swamped with guys wanting sex, to either learn about it or because they were already well into it and just looking for the right guy to do it with... me. Was I some kind of dick magnet? Seemed that way! Not every guy who hit on me got lucky and mostly because they couldn't pass my "asshole" test or they just felt... wrong and my gut would say, "It would be a mistake to say yes to this guy..."

And I trusted my gut. Even when my career finally got off the ground and going, shit - I quickly learned to stop being surprised by male co-workers finding a way to let me know that they were interested in some cock sucking with me and a few who wanted me to fuck them. I thought that I was attracting attention because my ears were now pierced, fulfilling a promise made to my now-late brother that the day I'd get my ears pierced, he'd be dead... and then he was dead.

Even in the apartment complex we lived in, there was no shortage of dick and propositions coming from the men who lived there who, publicly, rant and rave against "that gay shit" but privately, yeah - they were master cock suckers and all but one guy loved having my dick in their ass; that one guy was more versatile like I was and we spent an interesting evening sucking and fucking each other... while our wives were at my place and going at each other like there was no tomorrow.

From my perspective, it just didn't stop. Some ebb and flow in things; guys were still being very careful about who got access to their dick/ass and I was still hearing a lot of white guys saying, "I've always wanted to suck a Black cock...." Sometimes it was annoying because they were in it for the "thrill" of playing with a Black dick and they didn't give a fuck about me as a person and, no, not in that "I need them to be into me" way. To them, I was a novelty, someone they could go back to their friends to crow and gloat about.

And I wasn't feeling that shit.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]HIV/AIDS was very real and it was killing people, making myself and other dick-loving guys be more selective about who they were getting busy with. The sex with other couples situation? The amount of male cocking actually picked up and it made sense given that we - and the other couple - would seriously vet each other before the fact, which left the door wide open for something to happen and, often, under the guise of, "the heat of the moment" or the new favorite, "I was drunk as hell!"

Some guys would confess that they always wanted to know what it was like... and I just got used to guys go from, say, eating my wife to sucking my dick without missing a beat... but what I wanted to know is how did they know I wasn't going to pitch a bitch about that? One guy said, "I just knew you wouldn't - you ain't mad, are you?"

Nah... I was just confused more than anything else. With some couples, it was actually a discussion point that began with some form of "what if" question. Or my male counterpart in this declaring unconditionally that no "funny stuff" will be allowed or tolerated... but he and I would wind up in a 69 and putting on a show for the ladies... if they weren't busy eating and fingering each other silly, that is.

After one such night, my wife asked me, "What the hell just happened?" because both of them made it clear that they weren't into that bisexual shit and, um, well, they lied, surprising us both with their great appetite for cock sucking and pussy-eating. [B]Then[/B] there was a couple who told us that we were recommended to them by another couple who'd been with us that told them that if they wanted to learn the ropes, we were the couple they had to be with to learn how to suck dick and eat pussy.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]It seemed like I couldn't go anywhere without some guy trying to pick me up or otherwise hitting on me, covertly or just blatantly like, "I like you - let's go somewhere and have sex!"

About the time that HIV/AIDS hit the scene and the news about the risks was getting out, you'd think that M2M shit would grind to a halt... and it didn't. A lot of guys were very leery about fucking/being fucked but once it came out that you couldn't really catch it via oral sex, it seemed like more and more dudes were out there looking to suck dick. I remember one week in particular where I realized that I had had oral sex with no less than two guys every day for an entire week - and that included the male part of couples, too. I'd sit back and think that, okay, I know I caught the bug early on but it looked like there were even more guys who'd been bitten by the "dick bug" as well. I'd take it all in stride but I couldn't stop wondering, again, what the fuck was going on.

White guys in the crept into the lead and it took me a moment to equate their interest in the explosion of interracial sex. The "taboo" against it had been defeated and, oh, my god, there were white guys coming out of the woodwork looking to have a sexual experience with Black men and, shit - my sign must have changed to include, "If you want some Black dick/ass, ask me!" Then those Hispanic guys, who had an even bigger rep of being homophobic than Black guys did, started coming my way either looking to learn the ropes or for us to slake our lust upon each other.

Gay men? Holy shit. They were seriously on the hunt and especially the more effeminate ones. I had one such guy who I didn't know just sashay up to me in a crowd and said, "Come with me... I want your dick in my mouth and ass and I'm not taking no for an answer!" I asked him why - mostly out of reflex, I think, and he said, "Because I saw you first; come on, honey, let me show you something you don't know about!"

Um, he found out that I knew more about this than he thought - but that's not really the point. Instead of the craving for dick dwindling away, it was growing stronger despite the threat HIV/AIDS presented. Because I drove a cab for a couple of years, I can't begin to tell you how much sex I had with both men and women... and mostly men whose idea of a tip was to gobble my dick with great enthusiasm or to be ass-up in the backseat of my cab and howling with delight as my dick reamed their hole out.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]And he wasn't the only guy in a couple who "suddenly" developed a taste for dick or, as I would find out, the reason a couple would agree to have sex with us did so because he wanted to suck dick and his wife/girlfriend wanted to eat pussy. We'd never complain about such things but we did wonder just what the fuck was going on and me more than my very bi wife.

Guys do kiss and tell even when they promise not to. I discovered that a lot of guys would come knocking on my door or strolling up to me after a game because word had gotten around that if you wanted to learn about sex with a guy - or craving it - I was the guy to see; I'd have guys who I'd not ever interacted with go into "proposition mode" and finally getting around to asking if we could do something or could I show him what it's like to suck dick and swallow sperm. Their lead-in was often... hilariously lame, like the many guys who would, out of the blue, say something like, "Damn... I wouldn't mind getting my dick sucked right about now..." or "idly" wondering out loud what it would be like to have a dude go down on them or to go down on another guy... and all the while looking at me to see if I was picking up on the hints.

I was... but I was learning to act as if their hints were going right over my head unnoticed. I'd have to say that my "favorite" guys were the ones who chose not to employ... stealth methods and they'd just come right out and say, "Look, man, could you show me what it's like to suck dick?" or "I'm not gonna bullshit you - I wanna suck your dick and want you to suck mine!" Some guys were bolder in that they really wanted to sink their dick into my ass... or, as one bold dude said, "I need your dick in my ass; you gonna give it to me or what?"[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]And sometimes, I'd wind up learning, [I]specifically[/I] me, which made me a bit paranoid and had me thinking if I had a sign on me that said, "If you want some dick/ass, this is the guy you need to see about it!" I mean, what was it about me that would tell another guy that if he wanted a first experience or another one, yep - I was the guy to see about taking care of that?

I still don't know right to this very day but I kinda reasoned that at that time, a lot of dudes were in dire need of sex for various reasons and every dude was fair game. Add on that I've always been an easy person to talk to about anything and a good listener and maybe those things would tell a guy that he could reveal his desires without and drama. I didn't know. Still don't know.

Between, oh, 1976 and 1985, I gave a lot of guys their very first experience with dick as well as engaging with guys who were, um, in the game earlier but were now returning and as I had found out in my youth, it wasn't a localized kind of thing because guys all over the city and its suburbs were on the prowl to learn about dick and/or to get back into the swing of things.

It got so... "bad" that I'd often wind up turning guys down, some because their vibe didn't feel right and many more because there weren't enough hours in a day to accommodate them; because my wife (at the time) and I had opened up our marriage, a lot of my "sex time" was blocked off so that we could have three- and foursomes with other people and couples... and even in those situations and at the very least, dicks would get sucked and not just by women. I am still... shocked over the day my best friend and his girlfriend wanted to have sex with us and under the guise of him learning how to eat pussy. At one point, my wife and his lady were teaming up to blow him as I sat back and watched; the next thing I knew, his head was bobbing up and down on my dick as if his life depended on it. It shocked me because I knew this guy like I knew my own brother; I just didn't know that, probably in the heat of the moment, he'd do something like that.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=courier new][FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]There was an... ebb between making the transition from youth to adult. I say "ebb" rather than "lull" because it was still stupidly easy to get your hand and mouth on a dick, well, it was for me anyway. Still, I found there were less guys hitting on me, not that it was disappointing or a problem - it was just something I had noticed and the few guys from the old neighborhood that I had been able to stay in touch with said pretty much the same thing.

Then, oh, around the late 1970s, things started to pick up again and in the form of "new guys" wanting to find out what it was like to have sex with another dude... and I mean a lot of new guys and where I now lived, I knew most of them because they were either neighbors or, often, guys I'd play basketball with at the park across the street from my house.

Some guys would kinda hem and haw without much success; it was just too easy for me to figure out why we'd be talking about one thing and then the guy is fumbling with his words, dropping "hints" that Stevie Wonder could see, and just making themselves look silly. It would make me ask myself - and, then, maybe ask them, "Why don't you just say/ask what you want to say/ask?"

Some guys were more... direct. Even then, their transition from us talking about something to talking about this was often not so smooth - but smoother than the guys who, all of a sudden, couldn't speak English.

I had figured out that a lot of guys who were very busy in their younger days were growing out of it or just focusing their lust solely on women so I'd often find myself getting surprised by guys who, at least in public, were totally against men having sex with men but privately? Into it up to their eyeballs... or wanting to be. I learned to be "suspicious" with any guy I played ball with who would come by and want to talk to me outside of playing ball and my suspicions would usually be confirmed to find out that they wanted to play a different kind of ball with me.[/SIZE][/FONT][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]It happens; it has always happened and will continue to happen and maybe because nature itself just will not be denied? It doesn't always go wonderfully well and sometimes it's all that and there's nothing that comes close to what it's like to have sex with your brother or your favorite male cousin who is probably just as close to you as a brother would be. I know way too many guys who got started with cock in this fashion; I know how they felt about it, how much it both scared and delighted them and even how long it took some guys to get over any... trauma and to realize that, okay, maybe it didn't happen in a good way... but it was both good and bad to have sex with each other, whether it was a one-time thing or something that became a matter of routine, as it were.

You knew, if nothing else, that if you struck out with the ladies, there was this one guy who'd not only understand how fucked up that could be but he'd be more than willing to, ah, help you get over it. It's not supposed to happen... yet it does. Lots of shame associated with this but I'll tell you the one thing I learned - other than this ain't nothing new - is that there's little shame to be had when brothers do what they both want to do. Sadly, some guys do get forced into it and it becomes the well-heralded nightmare everyone says the "I" word is... but not always and that's the part no one ever wants to talk about or admit to.

It just is what it is and if nothing else, I think, because that brotherly bond is already there, it almost makes sense in a weird sort of way. You know this guy. Lived with him. Seen him naked more times than you can count. And, yeah, maybe you've seen him naked and wondered what it would be like to play with his dick but, nah, you're not gonna say anything because he just might get offended and punch you in the fact or maybe even run and tell mom and dad what you proposed to him. And that does happen... but I don't think it "always" happens as a matter of course because some weird kind of "logic" says that if you wanna do it with him and he wants to do it with you, well, no harm, no foul...

Just don't get caught.[/SIZE][/FONT]