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[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]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I’d have to say that I had “my fair share” of adult dick, which was even more forbidden but so much fun - and I’d even get paid for it and, I guess, to buy my silence... like I was gonna rat them out for pumping sperm into my mouth or ass?

Big, fat adult dicks with huge balls full of hot, tasty sperm... and it was easy to get them to give me the dick and more so when they’d been drinking, which was par for the course where I lived. They didn’t have a problem giving me the dick to suck or sticking as much of it as they could in my ass... and I didn’t have a problem with it, either.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Getting pussy - and finally discovering the joy of eating pussy - was just as amazing - who knew this sex thing could be so wonderful and exciting? Sure, I liked fucking and I even liked being fucked... but my biggest joy was eating pussy and sucking dicks.

I didn’t care who’d let or want me to eat or suck them, either - that just made it all the more exciting and “nasty.” I spent probably an inordinate amount of time having sex with my brother and sister... and pretty much anyone who wanted to have sex. I was “insane” over this sex thing with boys and their dicks and I never passed up a chance to suck one and/or to feel it in my butt and if the could shoot sperm?

Didn’t get any better than that... except when someone was sucking my dick. Anyone who wasn’t into this kind of sex? What was wrong with them!? It was always a rush to watch someone sucking me and doing the thing I now knew I loved to do myself - how could anyone not like this?

Did it became a “problem?” It sure did! All sorts of people were coming to me - some I knew, some I didn’t until that moment; the word had gotten around that if you wanted your pussy eaten or your dick sucked, I was the guy you needed to find because he wasn’t going to say no even if you wanted to fuck him in the ass.

It... bothered me but I’d do it anyway because it was so good to do it even though I knew it was a bad thing to do.

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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]From the first moment I had a dick in my mouth, I was hooked on it and couldn’t get enough of the wonderful and “nasty” feelings I experienced. When he came in my mouth, it was amazing, strange, nasty and rather tasty. I could feel his cock pumping and that, too, was a wonderfully strange feeling and one I wanted more of...

And by any means necessary. Every chance I could get, I’d have a dick in my mouth or in my ass even though it was painful but I’d bear up under the pain just so I could feel it when the guy - and if he was old enough - would start pumping his sperm into me.

Sucking dick? Well, until I ate my first pussy, nothing was better than that! Even though the guys who’d let me suck them weren’t producing sperm yet, there were plenty of other guys who were game to cum in my mouth and making me like dick even more. I lived to wrap my mouth around a dick, tasting it, feeling that curious soft hardness against my tongue and listening to whoever I was sucking moan and tell me how good it felt and good enough for their dick to start pumping hot, salty/sweet spunk into my mouth.[/SIZE][/FONT]