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Well, today I was traveling for work... and I had my Adam4Adam mobile on... I finished up my first appointment, and it was about 11:30... sorta hungry, but sorta horny... guess which one won? I looked on my ap and saw a picture of a very attractive black man - he called himself Pharoah - I liked his profile, how it read, and his description: 47 years old, 6'2", 200 pounds - Yeah, I have a thing for Black men - I don't know why - can't explain why... So, I sent him a smile - but it came back that he doesn' accept smiles, but why not send a message...So, I wrote up something cute - sent it - and he answered quickly... to the point, he said was "are you looking to connect or no?" I said I was - and he sent me his address - I buzzed the door and went up to his apartment. Now, I was nervous - this is crazy... all the flags are saying - what are you doing> you didn't give this enough time to get a sense of what he's like... but, I decided once again, sometimes you just gotta take a chance... I'll know when he opens the door... So, yeah. He opend the door, fully dressed, put out his hand to shake mine, and invited me in. Very nicely decorated small apartment - very masculine decor and very neat. He asked if I wanted a drink of water - and then invited me into his bedroom. He made it clear, up front, that all he really wanted was a blow-job, and was I down for that? I said I was, so he began to strip off his clothes- laid a towel out on his bed, and propped himself up against some pillows, legs spread, and invited me to dive in. He had a nice tummy, with a tree of life tatooed on it, wore a beaded bracelet that I recognized as prayer beads of Bhuda, and a necklace - he was very nice, calm, and ready - his cock was not large at all, in the flaccid state, but grew nicely... very nicely, as I toyed with it, licked it, and took it into my mouth... This was so relaxing - you might find this hard to believe - but so nice, he rubbed my shoulders, and guided my face, and let me know how he wanted it... his dick was nice and hard, yet I was in no hurry for the reward. I began licking and sucking on his balls... he rubbed his cock against my beard, and then began to slap my face with it, gently, but you know - getting dick slapped is just that... soon I began to take his cock in my mouth again, with an all out effort to bring him to climax... he was very quiet, but I knew all the signs. His cock was now very thick and hard, and the head was swollen... I took it in as far as I could, because he was definitely a grower... and I jerked it as I sucked... soon I could feel him shift - he never said a word, but his hands were gently resting on my head - so I was aware he was about to cum... and soon I had hot gobs of cum pumping into my mouth... sweet cum - sweet reward... I licked and bathed his cock with my tongue until he pulled back - got up and went to his bathroom - while I laid back to catch my breath... No, it was not reciprocal. I didn't think it would be. that's OK, gentlemen... I love to suck cock. And this was a particularly nice one, attached to and came with a particularly nice man. He invited me into his bathroom to get refreshed. We got dressed - he said - great way to start the day... and I left his apartment... a few minutes later, he texted me, thanked me for the great suck - and asked me to remember him and come see him again...

We live in a modern world. In this world, it seems people want to label everyone and everything, and honestly, I can't always make sesnse of it all, and probably don't want too.

What am I, what label is proper for me, what category do I fit in, which group will accept me ?

Really, who cares, I am me, thats who I am.

I knew from an early age I was different, even back in 4th grade, I enjoyed changing in the locker room with other kids. I was always wanting to kiss someone, so, I guess I had a touch of an oral fixation rather young, and I didnt seem to discriminate between the sexes

My first hand holding was 6th grade. I sent a message through a friend, to get a message to her best friend that if she liked me, I would like her back, at third period, we met at her locker to make it official, after 7th period, we broke up.

My first real kiss was at the skating rink, I went in for the kiss, she stuck her tongue in my mouth and freaked me the hell out. 2 minutes later I was back for more. I lost my virginity freshman year. We were on an explorer scout camp out (co-ed), 3 guys sharing a tent, seperate sleeping bags, and this girl climbed into mine.

We started touching and I rolled over, she grabbed me and put me inside her, my buddy Craig put his hand on my ass and asked me if I was fucking, I said yeah, I think so.

She had the best 7 1/2 seconds of her life that day. I had multiple more relationships, but I was always less interested in banging than I was going down on the girls. I ended up with a decent reputation because I was enthusiastic about doing it.

Highschool went on, Army, jobs.......but I still had lingering desires. I would watch pornos, I always wanted to see the close ups of the girls receiving, and usually found my mind wandering to wishing it was me.

I had no one to speak to about this, no one I could trust. One night, the desire got overwhelming, so scared as I was, I drove by the local gay bar. A guy pulled up next to me and we drove to a park. He took the lead and reached in my pants, and started stroking, not knowing what to do, I did the same thing.

He went down on me for a minute, so I tried it too, then we just whacked each other off......he said thanks, and walked away.
4 years later, at work, a guy started talking to me, I didnt know much, and he suggested we get together and talk business. I knew he was gay and was hoping.

Keep in mind, there was no internet, no way to do anything discrete, no cell phones, no way to stay unknown.

I got there, we talked, and he started rubbing my shoulders. We went into the bathroom, I got on my knees and started sucking, he lifted me up on the bed and we ended up in a 69. I was scared, but really wanted to get laid. We worked it for about 30 minutes, but could never get more than two inches in, he was just too big, and I had never had anything there before. We ended up jacking each other off, then he told me he wasn't looking for a one night stand, but love........that ended that.

I got married, had a kid, didnt stray of course, got divorced. Then the night of the second Tyson Hollyfield fight, my neighbors came over to watch it on my big screen. 2 minutes later when it was over, she offered to take my dog out, I said I could do it, she did it anyways.

While she was gone, her husband told me she always wanted a three way, and since i am their best friend, would I consider it. She looked like Mariah Carey on that old album cover witht the fly away black dress, so, I said hell yeah, I figured it was drunk talk.

She came back, he told her I said yes, next thing I know he is stripping, her shirt was off and kissing me. We pulled the couch out, and started having fun. I decided to test the waters, and while he was in her, I started licking her clit, she went wild, and I got the benefit of a penis and vagina at the same time, I was in freaking heaven.

He came on her stomach, and I was able to get a little taste without anyone noticing it. I started kissing her, and he started stroking my dick, i thought, great, we are doing this. We did all the usual stuff, and he asked me to fuck him, being a friend, well, yes, but I couldnt get him to do me.

We had a few meet ups like that, but I remained a virgin.

More time goes by, and I get my first real computer, and end up on a bisexual message board where I met some gay and Bi guys. One guy we would exchange pictures, another one who was gay actually came over to my house.

Actually he called himself a male lesbian, I have no clue to this day what that means......does he see himself as a girl and only wants sex with girls ? then why is he here with me.

Apparently, he was only into stroking each other, I did go down on him though. he had an interesting penis, had a good curve upwards. I did talk him into trying to fuck me, he did for about two minutes, but said it wasn't his thing, dammit.

I had a few other male to male encounters, some oral and stroking...............but something was always missing. I enjoyed my female hook ups, I enjoyed my male hookups, but I did not see my self as bisexual or gay or hetero.

The reality was, I was in constant flux. Finally one day, a girlfriend left some clothes at my house, while she was at work, I kept looking at them, and finally gave in and tried them on, 5 minutes later I came like I never had before.

After that, i always kept some lingerie around for nights alone. It wasn't always, sometimes a month, sometimes 6 months, sometimes a year, where it would call to me to wear it. I joined this board and read a lot of posts, but never really interacted with anyone.

About a month ago, i was talking to one of my customers, and the talk got a little more at hinting certain things, and I thought I would go for it, I sent him a picture of me in black lace pantys, he really got into it.

After that, i purchased a bunch of other clothes, and when I have time alone, been practicing dressing, and taking pictures. Soon I am meeting my friend when some other stuff arrives to try and take some good pictures, especially with the encouragement from some people here.

So, what does that make me ?

Bisexual, crossdresser, transexual, transgendered, all the above ?

I honestly have no clue. Personally, I dont buy into the labels, I am just me. Sometimes I enjoy being en femme and my thoughts go to other men at that point.

When in regular clothes, I think about women. I am not transitioning to anything...............I intend to stay who I am.

What label fits me, well, none of them, the only label that fits me is "Happy"

And, I wish that same label on everyone else, i guess my point is this. I have seen some posts that lead me to believe some people are going through changes and trying to figure them out. Some are trying dressing, some are exploring same sex hook ups, some are trying threesomes and foursomes.

Don't worry about what to call it, I wasted a ton of time in life trying to figure that out, just, try what makes you happy, and explore and learn who you are personally, not, who someone else says you are, just be happy

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I was that quiet, nerdy kid in school and that patch and high school gossip got me a lot of attention from girls who wouldn't have given me the time of day to save my life and I learned to refine my pussy-eating skills with them. One of the highlights of my teen-aged years was spending a whole weekend with a woman old enough to be my grandmother; a couple of my friends set me up with her as both a joke and a going away "present" before I left for USAF basic training and that woman taught me shit about women and pussy that I probably wouldn't have learned for another ten years.

She told me, after the first time I went down on her, "Boy, you're pretty good... but I'm gonna make you better before you leave here..."

Single women. Married women. Women legally old enough to be fucked as well as older women who, if nothing else, wanted to be eaten by a guy who wasn't in a hurry to slide the dick into them. I studied the anatomy of women, learned a whole lot of shit about pussy and "the little man in the boat" and, quite often, getting to fuck them was an after-effect of me spending huge amounts of time licking and sucking their pussies until they couldn't take it any longer; it would surprise me to hear them yell out, "Stop! Stop! Fuck me!" when, before the fact, they just wanted to be eaten and then, sometimes, because they didn't believe that I ate pussy, you know, because the rumor was that Black guys didn't do that and wouldn't do it.

In my life, I've only turned down one chance to have sex with a woman - and that's because her pussy was very sick after some careless dude burned her and the word quickly got out that she was burning guys left and right. Otherwise, if a woman wanted to have sex with me, I wasn't telling her no and, again, my sister was a regular "customer" as was one of the step-sisters I acquired after my parents divorced.

No shame in my game at all. In the teen years, sure, girls were all about guys with big dicks and the bigger the better and while I was never what anyone would call "little" in the dick department, I learned to eat pussy so well that women didn't care how big my dick was or wasn't, although there was this one girl who took one look at my boner and said, "Oh, hell no - you're not stretching my pussy out with that so you can eat me!"

Okay, I'm cool with that...

I read the Kama Sutra, learned all of the positions even if, to date, I've never used all of the ones I learned but it proved good that I learned them since, um, after a hellacious eating, most women didn't care what position they were in to be fucked and, frankly, I didn't much care, either.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Lest it be forgotten, I like pussy, too; otherwise, that kinda defeats the "purpose" of being bisexual. It's the side of male bisexuality that a lot of people tend to ignore as they pay attention to whatever we do when we want some dick.

From the first time I got some pussy to the last time I got some, pussy is good to look at, to get your mouth on and, yeah, to get your dick into and make it nice and messy with a load of spunk. Of course, the biggest problem is trying to get a woman to give you the coochie and especially when you're married and she's decided that, nope, she doesn't wanna be bothered with giving you any - is that all you ever think of?

I've long since lost count of how many women I've had sex with. The late, great Richard Pryor had a routine where he said, "There's only two pieces of pussy that matters - your first and your last..." and the whole routine was belly-achingly funny but, yeah, he was more right than funny on this one. I remember my first, a present on my eighth birthday and from a slightly older girl who couldn't afford to give me a gift. She took me into a closet in our apartment, I showed her a hidden room in the closet - and there she got my little dick hard and showed me how to get between her legs, showed me how to stick it in her, and taught me how to move.

It was clumsy, confusing but damn, it felt so wonderfully weird; I didn't know what I was doing but I sure as hell liked whatever it was and it was producing some really good - if not equally weird - feelings in me. We had to break up my first lesson - someone was calling my name for something - but as we sneaked out of that closet, she said that this was her gift to me and, importantly, "Now you know how to fuck."

Since "fuck" was a curse word, ah, best not to let an adult hear you saying it unless you liked the taste of Ivory soap so when we talked about "doing it," you knew what "it" was. In the year before I got my first experience with dick, I "did it" a lot, courtesy of a lot of girls who also wanted to do it. The first time I busted a nut was with a girl; I thought I was dying when it happened - and it happened just a couple of weeks after my first dick and a week after I'd gotten hit by a car, an event that I still think was responsible for me being able to cum way before any of my peers. Once the word got out that I was shooting the "baby making stuff," a lot of girls wanted to do it and I was happy to oblige them and, yeah, my sister was one of them.

Thanks to her, I learned - the following year - that putting your mouth on a girl's pussy wasn't as bad as my father proclaimed it to be... and once the word got around that I was more than willing to do this, ya mon, a whole lot of girls wanted me to go down on them and fuck them. Between this and getting more than my fair share of dick, I didn't go through that drought that a lot of guys suffered with - but a drought that also brought a lot of hard dicks my way.

One of my nicknames in high school was, "Taster's Choice," thanks to a sex-oriented zodiac patch I wore on my jacket. My birth sign is Libra and that patch showed a woman sitting on a man's face (there was even a poster that went along with all twelve signs) and, man, did I get a lot of grief from my male peers about that patch but I didn't let their ribbing bother me because that patch, along with the nickname, got me a lot of pussy.

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Recently, I was looking for a way to repair and fix an item in my home... I was talking about this at work, and a co-worker mentioned there was a guy not far from our office who did this sort of repairwork. So, I stopped by his shop, which he has set up behind his house in a neighborhood nearby. I showed him what I needed fixed and he agreed to do it, for a very reasonable price. A few days after I picked the item up from him, I got a hit on my Adam4Adam account - with a question from a guy who asked me if I was satisfied with the work I'd had done - pretty quickly, I realized that the guy who had done the repair had noticed when I went to his shop that I was on his radar on the app. Well, one thing led to another today, and he invited me back over... he asked me to text him just before I arrived to be sure he was ready and alone. So, I did. He told me to come to the side door - As I walked up the steps, I saw the door open a crack - so I walked in - and before me stood this rugged, hard working man dressed in a shorty nightie that belonged to his wife... I went up to him immediately - and felt that silky material covering his firm body. Soon, I reached underneath and discovered he had a very nice erection under a lacy thong... he led me to a back room of the house after locking the door - he unfastened my buckle, and dropped my pants, as he dropped to his knees in front of me, and began to suck my cock. (I'm still shaking my head over this) I think he was more aroused than I was as I reached under his gown and played with his nipples, and pulled the lace down to suck on his little pink tit. He was very nicely hard and said he was so turned on... I kept playing with his ass, and trying to play with his tight hole - he finally sheepishly asked me if I would rim him... I told him I would and he bent over. As I pulled the string aside, I spread the cheeks of his ass and dove in just like I would on a pussy... he moaned and pushed his ass into my face. Then, he flipped over so I could go down on his rock-hard cock. I teased it, and licked it, and it bobbed in response... when I finally took it deep into my throat, he gasped and said something inaudible, but I think I may have surprised him that I could take it all in. He was shaved completely - and really had quite a magnificent penis - Well, I actually enjoy giving head as much and sometimes more than getting it - so this hot man in his wife's nightie, got a good one - he whispered that he was near climax, and wondered - would I take his cum... I said I will - and I sucked that dick like a champ - soon he arched his back, and moaned, and pushed that dick deep into my mouth... I like to suck until my partner can't take it any longer- a full and complete orgasm is what I like to do, and it is like my reward to do it. He gasped and kept saying "wow..."
But, imagine that- sometimes those dang radar features on Adam4Adam really do show up - he saw that I was near him that time, and he allowed me to come back to pick up my item, and then he went for it - who knows - maybe he wasn't alone before - but today was a bonus and a whole lot of fun. Married men in our middle years... we still like, want and need sex - and sometimes it's so damned hard to get it - other times, like today - it was right in front of me for the taking. So, I did.

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I’ve learned that I’m bisexual because I can be; I’ve learned that the gay folks who say that they’re born this way are actually right - we’re all born this way but we do choose to act on this ability or not so the gay folks are quite wrong when they insist that choice plays no role in things.

It is part of the nature of the beast we are, designed, equipped, and biologically motivated to have sex. Is there a “gay gene?” I dunno... I’m not a geneticist. Is any of this really a social issue or even a breakdown of morality? Or is this really a matter of people who have reason not to be straight simply doing what comes naturally to us as a social and highly sexual animal?

That makes more sense to me than a lot of the stuff I’ve read about over the decades and stuff that seems to complicate things more than anything else as well as serving to make us whistle in the dark about our need for sex and by any means at our disposal to do so.

We want to believe that the answer isn’t as easy as it really is; we’d rather hold onto beliefs and systems of beliefs that falter in the face of reality - men and women do have sex with each other and not always in the preferred boy/girl mode.

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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Once I discovered two forms of sex and their pleasures, I’ve always wanted to know why doing the nasty “both ways” seemed to be so normal and natural despite everything I’d been told about why it shouldn’t be.

I’ve been searching for the answers, finding them both within myself and so many other people who are just like me, learning why they’re like me, maybe not exactly, and how they came to be like me or not so much.

I’ve interacted, in some way, with so many people around the world, have taken a close look at customs, religions, the differing views of what it means to be sexually moral, as well as the many laws we have regarding sex and, interestingly, how many of them are based upon religious beliefs and, oh, yeah, not really as enforceable as we think the laws are.

I’ve learned that just when you think you’ve got it down pat, another wrinkle, another difference, or even another similarity appears that says, for the most part, that people are bisexual (in particular) because we can be and provided we have a reason that, perhaps, only makes sense to us, for taking all of the rules of sex and modifying to suit our own purposes and needs, be they physical, emotional, or both.

I’ve looked at the taboos and they make sense, like, why a brother shouldn’t fuck his sister and the reason why he shouldn’t is what might happen if she gets pregnant by him and it’s this wrinkle that makes it forbidden.

The main reason why a brother shouldn’t bone his brother - or any other guy - has a really simple reason: Two guys just aren’t gonna make babies no matter how hard they try to. We shouldn’t masturbate for the same reason; “Jillian” isn’t “doing her part” if she’s wreaking havoc on her clit and coochie and she sure as hell ain’t fulfilling her role when she climbs into bed with “Kathy” and make each other happy.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I recall this one time when a white friend’s parents got with mine to arrange for me to “babysit” my friend for the weekend. I don’t remember exactly why he was being left at home but he was 12, I was 13 and I was honored (and surprised) that I was being requested and, holy shit, getting paid to watch someone who, frankly, could’ve watched himself... except this guy was a trouble magnet a la “Dennis the Menace;” when he wasn’t looking for trouble, it found him easily enough.

Once I arrived, his parents ran it all down for me, complete with emergency phone numbers should something bad happen; my briefing was done, they got in the wind and before I could ask him what he felt like doing, he was out of his clothes and saying, “I thought they’d never leave!”

The funny part is I had no idea he liked to do it with other boys. Now, if you think I did the responsible thing and told him to get dressed and to behave himself, you’ve got the wrong guy. His next words were, “I always wanted to do it with you and now’s my chance!”

The short version was except to eat, use the bathroom, and my talking to his parents who checked in quite often, we did it to each other all weekend. Hell, I was on the phone talking to his dad, telling him about something that looked important that had come in the mail... and his son was sucking my dick and it took all of my concentration to sound both bored and normal.

We didn’t sleep much, either. When his parents returned, it was like nothing had happened at all; the house was clean, no dishes in the sink and we were watching TV... after sneaking in one last chance to suck and screw each other.

I honestly reported that he gave me no trouble at all except making him clean up some milk he spilled. His parents were happy, my friend was more than happy, and they took me home after paying me what I thought was a lot of money.

I wound up “babysitting” him a few times...[/SIZE][/FONT]