If you wanted to know about bisexuality, what are the ways you can do this? Thanks to the Internet, there’s a lot of information available although, personally, I’d take a lot of it with a huge block of salt (but that”s me), but, yeah, there’s some good stuff to be read and considered.
You could do an even better thing: Ask a bisexual. I think one of the mistakes some folks make is to ask someone about this and not only are they not bisexual, but they might also not have any good thoughts or information to pass on other than telling the inqusitive person what they wouldn’t do and all that. It is not to say that someone who isn’t bisexual can’t be knowledgeable but there’s always that chance that they’ll tell you what they know and… tell you what they wouldn’t do and suggest that you don’t, either.
And, yeah, I have done that with some guys because listening to them tells me that, nope, they’d be better off not going there or to give things some more and serious thought before proceeding and, sometimes, even more so when I suggest that they don’t and… they don’t. Why? Because I found that going in this direction takes both commitment and determination to find out what this is all about. Unless, of course, they realize that I’m right about them not being ready for this.
Or, you can do what I know a few guys did: Ask a couple of dick-friendly guys if they can watch the sex happening. What’s that you say? Ew? Dude must be some kind of pervert? You wouldn’t want someone just sitting there watching you getting your cookies crumbled? Sounds interesting and fun?
Yeah, I remember the first time me and couple of friends were roaming around the neighborhood looking for something productive to do – and read this as something that might also get us into a little trouble – when “Tommy” turned to me and said, “We should go do it…” and I readily agreed that we should since there was nothing else or better to do… but I cut my eyes over to “Eddie,” a guy we all knew was one of the biggest chickens ever hatched and upon hearing Tommy suggesting that he and I go do it, Eddie got… that look on his face that said that he’d rather be anywhere other than with us.
There was no such thing as me and Tommy not doing it just because Chicken Eddie was with us and… off we went to the closest hideout. As we’re on our way, Eddie is bombarding us with questions about why are we gonna do it to each other (because we’re horny, dummy!) and what are we gonna do (we’re gonna suck and fuck each other – what do you think we’re gonna do?) and what is it like (if you weren’t a chicken, you’d know what it was like… you big chicken) and made me and Tommy get what I’ll call identical “what the fuck” looks on our face when Eddie asked, “Well, um, can I watch so I’ll know?”
Tommy and I are looking at each other like we’re having a telepathic conversation; he shrugs and I shrug and Tommy says, “I don’t care if you watch…” and I echoed his response and I wanted to get to the hideout because I really liked doing it with Tommy and this delay was getting on my nerves. But we get there and immediately get rid of everything we were wearing and got right to sucking each other off and… Eddie has quesstions.
“How come you didn’t kiss first?” he asked. I knew why he asked because the girls who’d let us do it to them insisted that we kiss them first.
“Boys don’t kiss,” Tommy said – but that was a white lie because I’d kissed some guys before we did it but Tommy was essentially correct.
Tommy goes back to sucking me and I admit that we kinda “telepathically” agreed to put on a show for Eddie, complete with greatly exaggerated sounds and Tommy stopping to “tell me” how good I was sucking his prick or how good mine felt in his mouth.
Eddie taps me on the shoulder and asks, “What does his dick taste like?”
I stop and I’m… irritated but I answer his question with a question: “Why don’t you come over here and find out?” He declined, I shrugged and went back to working on getting Tommy to shoot his stuff in my mouth and, yeah, when he did a couple of minutes later, I made a big deal out of telling Tommy how good his stuff tasted and how much he shot in my mouth but, of course, I’m not telling Tommy anything he didn’t know already but the show was all for Eddie’s benefit.
I have to back up just a bit to mention that when Eddie saw us naked, his dick got hard and was literally poking out like a tent pole in his shorts.
I shoot into Tommy’s mouth a moment or two later and, yeah, a bit of showtime for Eddie’s benefit with me practically yelling like Tommy was murdering me in cold blood and him moaning like a ghost and making sure that Eddie heard him swallowing. In retrospect, we shouldn’t have messed with Eddie like this; normally and when Tommy and I did it to each other, we were pretty quiet about it except for the “usual” grunts and groans.
We get out of the 69 position and making exaggerated movements with our tongues as we licked our lips and like our stuff was te best thing we’d ever tasted – which wasn’t really a lie – and Eddie’s asking what the stuff tastes like and all that and we both invited him to find out but, no, he wanted to keep watching. I shrug, Tommy shrugs, and we turn to deciding which one of would be fucked first and, um, I volunteered and got right to the business of getting Tommy dick hard again before quickly getting to my stomach, hearing Tommy putting a lot of spit on his dick and feeling him diving right into me. So good and it hurt pretty good, too, but it always did.
Eddie’s so close to us that if he were naked, his dick would have been in my mouth and on its own as he’s asking us questions about what it feels like, does it really hurt and it’s distracting both of us and I could tell that Tommy was getting mad because he was fucking me harder than he usually did but despite Eddie’s interruptions, I was able to enjoy the “nasty” sensations of him shooting his stuff in me and, yep, Eddie’s asking me what it feels like but I’m too caught up in what I’m feeling to answer him in that moment.
Tommy and I switch places and as I’m fucking Tommy, Eddie’s asking me if doing it in Tommy’s hiney feels good, bad, or different from doing it to a girl and in her pussy and, as you might expect, I don’t want to answer him but I try to and it’s distracting and I hear Tommy mumble that he wishes that Eddie would – gasp – go the fuck on somewhere and leave us alone and I pretty much felt the same way but I ignore Eddie’s presence and questions so I could shoot my stuff into Tommy. I pulled out (and almost giggled when I heard that squishy “pop”) and Tommy and I both looked right at Eddie and gave him our best, “Okay, what are you gonna do?” looks.
I would, later in the day, tell Tommy that I had noticed that Eddie had a big wet spot in the front of his pants because he had shot his stuff in his underwear. But Eddie is on the spot and he decides that given what he just saw us doing, he wanted to do it now and, I think, probably more so when Tommy and I told him that he could do it with a boy and still do it to girls. And… we had fun with him. He was scared at first but stopped being scared when Tommy and I decided to have a contest to see which one of us could make him shoot in our mouth.
Tommy won but that wasn’t the point. I won the bet we made about Eddie sucking my dick (and, yes, it was cleaned off) and me shooting my stuff in his mouth and Tommy bet that Eddie would get sick and throw it up and… he didn’t; Eddie swallowed my stuff like a champ. All and all, it was a very productive afternoon and Eddie got to find out that he didn’t have to be a big yellow chicken anymore.
A lot of years later and in a similar situation, I’m hanging with a couple of guys, drinking beer and getting pretty horny. The, ah, dick-friendly guy just blurts out that he needs his dick sucked and he’s looking right at me when he says it and I’m smiling because I wanna suck his dick and get mine sucked but we exchange a look that said, “Okay, but what we gonna do with him?” We both turn to look at him and he says that he has always been curious about how two dudes get it on and if we were going to do something, could he watch? I didn’t care and the other guy had to think about it for a moment but agreed that homey could watch; we go inside and get our dicks out to be sucked and… our third wheel is asking a lot of the same questions Chicken Eddie had asked so long ago. We didn’t put on a show for this guy but, eh, okay, we answered his questions in between trying to suck each other off, like, it is really different when a dude sucks your dick and when a babe does it?
Stuff like that. He eventually said that watching us made him really horny and after a few more questions, got his chance to find out what it was like to suck dick (and taste cum) and to get sucked by a guy and that, importantly, it didn’t have shit to do with not liking sex with women and this was… just something that some guys didn’t have a problem doing.
Many years later, I’m telling a guy who was looking for his first experience about these two moments and told him that while he could easily watch porn that has two guys getting their freak on, there was no opportunity for him to ask questions and misses out on the full sensory aspects; he could hear guys moaning and groaning – and some of it was dubbed in post-production – and you can see the looks on the guys’ faces but there’s a scent to sex that is obviously absent when you’re watching it on a screen but, importantly, that, sure, he could find a couple of guys who don’t mind being watched but he should be careful about what he asks for because some find that they think they can watch it for real… and find out otherwise.
I finished by telling him that watching it live, up close and personal, was a good way to get more information since, if the guys being watched didn’t mind all that much, he could ask questions about what he’s looking at but if he really wanted to know what it’s like to (a) have sex with a guy and (b) still very much love having sex with women, nothing beats actual experience.
I didn’t know if he found two guys willing to let him watch but I ran into him a couple of weeks later and he said that I was right and… for a moment, I’d forgotten what I might have been right about but he reminded me when he said that he got to watch two guys going at it and that made him make the decision to dive on in and have sex with them and if I wasn’t doing anything, could we go somewhere so he could suck my dick?
Sure we could. What was of greater import was what he had to say about his bisexual thoughts and how watching two guys having sex – and then “putting his big boy panties on” and joining them answered a lot of the questions he had about having thoughts and feelings for both men and women. He said that I was right when I had said that being right there and seeing it happening had shook him up quite a bit, but he made himself stay put and watch what the guys were doing, and I congratulated him for being able to do that and it spoke to his determination to find out what he needed to know about this.
He admitted to being afraid when he got up the nerve to ask them if he could join them and I allowed that being afraid is very normal but it again spoke to his determination that he asked them and he didn’t chicken out when they readily agreed that he could – but if he had, there was nothing to be ashamed of because thinking about doing it really isn’t the same as being able to do it and he smiled and agreed that taking one guy’s dick in his mouth was both highly exciting and made him want to haul ass at the same time.
If you really wanna know, there are ways to find out what bisexuality is about and, yeah, what the sex is really like. You could, if it was possible, watch it happen live and in person and it… takes care of shedding any modesty or other feelings about actually watching someone having sex, something that can be quite upsetting given how this is so very private. You get the sights and sounds and, again, if they don’t mind, ask questions and get answers but it has always remained true that if you really want to know what it’s like to have sex on the other side of the fence, well, find it within yourself to do it and discover what so many almost immediately discover other than the sex being good:
It doesn’t change your thoughts and feelings about women. It doesn’t immediately turn you into an effeminate gay man and, yeah, like a lot of guys have said that they believe would happen. You can read all about it. You can watch all the “bi or gay” porn you can get away with but I have always believed that if you want to know what it’s like to be bisexual, ask a bisexual and if you, again, really want to know, sure, seeing it in person is an option so you can get the fuller sensory experience and if you want to jump in the pool, it’s okay.
But you do have to be both determined and committed to find out one way or the other. It’s better to be able to make an informed decision about this than to try to go about this and being uninformed or getting “bad” information or, yeah, being misled by what you might see watching porn. It’s obviously not an easy decision to make and, again, the more information you have to work with, the “easier” the decision can be.
Tommy and I got together the next day and our main topic of discussion was about Eddie not being a chicken anymore. He had asked, “Does it make you feel funny to have someone watching you do it?” and I had to think about it for a moment before telling him that, at first, it felt weird but it also felt exciting but once I really got into it, I wasn’t really paying attention to the fact that someone was watching me doing the nasty and I guessed that it just didn’t bother me after that first time. Then we went off to do it.
I ran into Eddie later in the day and he was… bubbly. Talked my ear off about how scary and exciting it was to watch me and Tommy doing it to each other and was even more scary but exciting to do it with us. He said that after he left us, he got to do it to “Sherry,” who I knew was one of the Hot in the Ass girls and he said that doing it to her was different but it kinda wasn’t but what was it like to kiss a boy? I laid one on him and with a lot of tongue and while I didn’t know why I did – because I’d kissed a few guys and it was pretty yucky – but I kissed Eddie and it felt pretty good and, yup, it made my dick so hard that it hurt and I guess it had the same effect on him because we practically ran to a hideout so we could do it to each other.
I learned that it’s okay to ask questions and that the answers might not be good or what you’re trying to find out but, sometimes, asking questions can get you some really good answers, too. Eddie got to watch me and Tommy do it to each other and, well, it convinced him that he could be like me and Tommy and go both ways. I can’t say how difficult a decision it was for him… because he didn’t say and I didn’t know enough to ask him – and something I would correct later on.
Happy sighing. You can read a lot of stuff online about bisexuality and that’s a good thing. You can watch the porn that’s available, but it could leave you with more questions than answers because watching it on a screen doesn’t “tell the whole story” and, yeah, what you’re watch is a story and the people having sex on the screen is… putting on an act for your excitement and benefit. If you want a more personal source of information, you could ask someone and soak up whatever they have to say about it and your results are going to vary since a lot of people tend to tell you what they think more than they tell you what they actually know.
Or, you could just find a bisexual and ask them – and provided they’re willing to talk to you about something that is very damned personal to them. If, by chance, you could watch it happening, yeah, that’ll effect some changes and it just might be interesting – and I’m not talking about what you’re seeing them doing because it can be very weird and disturbing to actually watch two people having sex because it’s supposed to be done privately and without witnesses. Or, yeah, if you really wanted to know (a) if you can really do all that stuff you’ve been thinking about and (b) you can really do it, well, you know what you gotta do.
I can tell you what it’s like and in great detail… and you’re finding out what my thoughts and feelings are. Not a bad thing (or it could be if the juicy details wind up bothering you) and I learned to keep the sugar out of things because if I don’t tell you how bad it can be, you can’t make a truly informed decision and, sadly, I’ve seen what happens to people who don’t have all of the facts and it’s not pretty.
There’s just no such thing as too much information when inquiring about this bisexual thing. I maintain that you don’t have to believe me but if you really want to know, the truth is out there and waiting for you to find it.