It’s That Time Again

One of the first things I did today was to message my cousin, a guy who when we were growing up, everyone thought was my brother, a happy sixtieth birthday.  One of the things I used to tease him about was that for two days, we’d be the same age so he should enjoy it while it lasted because two days from now, he’s back to playing catch-up.

In two days, I’ll be sixty-one and I’m thinking, wow, I’m like an old guy now… but I remain so thankful for my life, that I’ve been so enriched by everything I’ve experienced and continue to experience.  It’s not been without some bumps in the road, like surviving a stroke and discovering an aneurysm that had it gone undetected, could have ended my life in about thirty seconds had it ruptured.

God is good; life is good… and it goes on.  I’m not going to engage in any hubris and say that I knew I’d be here because one of life’s goals is to hang in here for as long as you can and with all of your facilities intact and functioning as well as being willing and able to do… stuff.  Like, I’ll take a break from watching the stuff we DVR’d last night to wake up the Xbox One and spend some time wasting bad guys, chasing my lady around and getting a few thrills messing with her because I do love her so very much and it’s my job to make her laugh and to feel loved and desired.

I remember being asked when I retired and then became disabled what I was gonna do now that I don’t have to bust my ass earning a living and I answered, “I’m going to keep living – what else is there to do that’s more important?”  And, God willing, on 21 September 2017, I’ll be back to tell y’all what it’s like to be two days from staring 62 in the face…

 

Today’s Bisexual Thoughts: Pressure

Here’s the situation:  You’re horny… but there’s a problem.  If you’re hooked up with a woman, girlfriend isn’t feeling a romp – the reason doesn’t matter a whole lot; if you’re single, well, you already know that the dating/casual sex scene is about as successful as finding a lake in the middle of the Gobi Desert or Death Valley.  Your little black book app is just taking up space on your device and, here of late, it’s pretty useless and a trip to scope out the local hangouts will just cost you time and money just to sit somewhere and risk getting a DUI charge as you go home empty handed because none of the available women in the joint wouldn’t tell you what time it was to save your life.

So, now what?  There’s always the great fallback:  Whip out your dick and either work it with your hand or with one of the many gadgets and devices on the market, like the Fleshlight, one of those perfect molds of a woman’s goodies you can slide your raging erection into or, as I recently saw, spend an unknown amount of money for a device created in the Orient that you can attach to a surface via a vacuum mount, insert your bone, push a button, and the damned thing starts stroking your cock for you!

Yeah, that thing actually exists (http://leten.hk/products/show_55.html)…

Spanking the monkey has always felt good but, damn, you’ve spent a lot of time lately taking matters into your own hand and perhaps so much that now it barely takes the edge off of your horniness – it’s not as exciting as watching paint dry or grass grow, even if you employ, ah, visual aids and crank up some porn on the same device where all those totally useless dating app’s reside.  Your eyes are locked onto the scrumptious sight of a woman working over a large, hard dick with her mouth or maybe you’re mesmerized by the sight of said dick spreading that pussy wide and deep or, shit, yeah, stretching her asshole out to seemingly impossible proportions.

You’d like to be the guy filling up that pussy/ass but what would really work right about now, as the lactic acid begins to build up in whatever hand and arm you’re using to jerk off with, is getting your dick sucked… and things are such that you might not give a fuck if the person sucking your cock is the ugliest woman you know of…

Or one of the many men who don’t seem to have any issues with sucking cock… but, nah, you ain’t wired like that, are you, even though you’re not even aware of the fact that as you watched that porn clip (or whatever), your eyes actually never left that cock being employed, did they?  You’ll tell yourself that you only had eyes for the gorgeous woman… but even if that were true, your eyes still saw that dick being sucked, saw it invading her body, and watched the money shot as said cock sprayed her with sperm.

It’s not like you don’t know that there are guys who like dick… and some of those guys aren’t gay; you might even recall some moments when a guy actually had the nerve to proposition you, offering a no-reciprocation blow job, but you turned it down… but the thought slips in that if that dude were around right now and offered to suck you off, well, um, wouldn’t that be better than sitting or lying wherever you happen to be and furiously pumping your dick and for an outcome that’s gonna be less satisfying?

You even remember reading about some new shit they call a bro job, a situation where two straight dudes are, at the least, giving each other blow jobs to ease the very pressure that’s threatening to tear you apart from the inside out.  When you first read this, you called bullshit; what straight dude in his right mind would want another dude sucking on his dick, let alone returning that favor?  But now, as your less than spectacular release hits, you realize that having your bro giving you some head – and, shit, maybe giving head yourself, isn’t as far-fetched as it appears to be.

And it’s not as if you don’t know that there are guys who are quite fond of having a dick in their ass…

One part of your mind repeats the litany of such things being wrong, dirty, perverted, and immoral… but there’s now a part of your mind that asks a simple question:  If there are so many men into playing with dick, just how bad can it really be?  Not that you’d be that desperate to want to find out but, yeah, there must be something to it if, again, straight macho dudes are checking it out.  And wasn’t your best bro, Brad, kinda staring at your crotch the other day as the two of you inhaled six pack after six pack in an attempt to drown your sorrows over the very severe lack of pussy?

Perhaps… but, nah, you’re gonna do the right thing and hold out for some magnificent, wonderful pussy even though it’s already been a couple of months since you last had some and, realistically, you know that ya might not see any pussy outside of that porn site you’ve bookmarked on your phone for a while.  That jerk off session really didn’t take the edge off as much as you had hoped; even though it’s only been a few minutes since you busted that nut, your cock is still semi-erect and in need of more attention… and of a kind that your hand or your device of choice just isn’t gonna be able to provide.

And, you remember, as you unconsciously adjust your junk in your pants, that you’re supposed to meet Brad at his place to suck down some brewskis while watching week one of the new football season on his new 70-inch SUHD TV.  If you’re married, eh, you’re wife isn’t gonna give you any grief abut hanging out with Brad because if you’re with him, you’re not bugging her for sex; if you’re single, well, hanging with Brad is better than sitting at home alone…

And wouldn’t it be interesting to see if Brad starts peeping your crotch again once y’all get into that second six pack?  Nah, you convince yourself that the last time, you were buzzed and just imagining things, even as you feel your cock respond to the thought that maybe, just maybe, Brad will get buzzed and bummed out enough to suggest… nah, he really wouldn’t do that, would he?  But as you head over to Brad’s place and the seat belt is kinda painfully pressing into your cock, the real question that has to be  answered is that if Brad was of a mind to blow you, would you allow it and would you, could you, do the same for him since both of your are suffering under similar pressures?

As Brad welcomes you in, you shove the “unnatural” thoughts to the side but with a placeholder to worry about it if it comes up and with a tiny bit of hope that it will present itself.  As you crack open your first cold one, you’re dimly aware of one single part of your consciousness, that part holding place, that whispers, “Hey, that would be much better than the nothing you already have…”

 

Today’s Bisexual Thoughts: The Winds of Change

After writing “Six Little Words” earlier this morning, I was in a bit of a funky mood after looking at what used to be… and then thinking about what’s going on now.  I’ve seen bisexuality go through a shift, from a time when same-sex activities were greatly frowned upon and hidden in dark places to where things are a lot more overt, like more and more men and women are saying that while “the old ways” have a time honored purpose, individual needs have outgrown those old ways, and the stigma and shame of seeking same-sex satisfaction is being summarily ignored.

Well, more than it once was; even in my generation, many bisexuals have said, “Well, if I’m going to hell for this, I’m not going by myself so there will be plenty of company…”  Maybe it’s just for the thrill of eating the forbidden fruit, maybe it’s just more people exercising their individuality and recognizing that the old ways cannot take care of every single need and that those needs can be taken care of without the “usual” fussing.

Oh, there is still much resistance to this; not everyone can or even wants to explore bisexuality and those who may treating this as if it’s some new, trendy thing (think of the bro job I’ve been writing about) are finding out that this is a life changing event and not some new, cool way to bust nuts and otherwise get your freak on.

Because I’ve been at this for most of my life, I have the advantage of seeing how things have changed and, at a very high level of thought, the logic of it all makes sense:  If you want to and you can, then why not?  Yes, yes, there are a billion reasons for why you shouldn’t even if you wanted or needed to and it is, to me, confirmation of something I learned decades ago, that logic and common sense just do not stand up well to emotional input and this can be seen when you discuss this with someone and they say, “Yeah, it makes sense, but…,” followed by a plethora of reasons why it doesn’t; even when you ask, “If you could eliminate or minimize the negatives, would you do it?” you still might get, “Yeah, but…” as a response and because even though we can intellectually justify this, it still feels wrong.

“Six Little Words” reminded me of how easy it was to throw down like this, requiring just a yes or no answer and if you did, fine, and if you didn’t, that was okay, too.  Today, it’s my opinion that we make this more difficult than it has to be but I guess we wouldn’t be human if we didn’t and invoke “different strokes for different folks;” I’ve seen a shift in the thinking where budding bisexuals are in more of a “relationship” type of thing where, in the past, you didn’t need to be into someone in order to have satisfying sex with them but I’ve also seen another shift where many bisexuals are saying that, yes, they want the sexual experiences but, no, a relationship, well, a FWB would be nice but anything more than that would just complicate things.

Dealing with adult expectations in this removes a lot of the simplicity, for example, “Ron” and “Jeremy” both agree that a blow job would just what the doctor ordered but it may not be “as simple” as dropping their socks and grabbing each other’s cocks because conditions can enter the picture, like “Ron” is fine with things as long as “Jeremy” is wearing a woman’s panties or some other thing found to be personally enticing and exciting.  Individual “freakiness” tends to trump just doing it and while this actually makes sense – we are all different, after all – yeah, this was a lot simpler when all we wanted to do was just have sex.

People are finding their niches, like top and bottom, femme or butch, and then sticking to them to the exclusion of all else and as if a reason can’t be found to further enhance the diversity of this kind of sex… but even this isn’t all that unusual in the grand scheme of things sexual because we always want what we want and in the way we want it… or if the way you’re already doing things isn’t broke, don’t fuck with it.  And that’s fine but I can read every day where this… pickiness is causing some budding bisexuals a lot of frustration as they look for that ideal, custom designed situation but, in my opinion, without having the actual experience because as I always say, thinking and doing aren’t the same things; thinking is way easier.

But in the midst of this change, we are still finding our way, not really throwing caution to the wind but more like telling the old rules and admonishments against this to take a hike because they’re no longer gonna allow ancient dogma to interfer with their desires.  Some see this as a major decline in our morality but I don’t believe that it is; it’s just that many folks are just tired of having certain limits placed upon them and impeding their pursuit of happiness; if “Cindy” and “Jessica” can find comfort and pleasure having sex with each other as well as men – and it serves to keep them grounded and all of that good stuff needed to make it through each and every day, then why not?

Again, you can probably think of a lot of reasons why this shouldn’t be done… and if you feel that way, take a moment and ask yourself why you do.  We insist that such things shouldn’t happen… but not only have they always been happening, it’s     escalating and bursting out of the closet and is threatening to make the DL a thing of the past.

 

Today’s Bisexual Thoughts: Six Little Words

Yesterday, I was having a weird moment, one where I was bored even though I was doing something – playing Borderlands:  The Pre-Sequel, a game I’ve been playing fo so long now that I can play it and not really pay attention.  While transitioning from one area to another, which takes a few seconds, I was looking outside at the trees waving in the breeze and having been outside earlier, man, it reminded me of the late summer days before Labor Day and before the first day of school.

It also reminded me of a lot of those days when I might be hanging out with someone and neither of us could think of a single thing to do other than sit around wondering what we can do.  Now, I knew in those moments what usually happened and now it was just a matter of hearing (or saying) six little words… bu six words that while small in size, tended to speak gigantically:

“Do you want to do it?”

At this point, if you didn’t know what “it” was, there was no hope for ya.  The answer to this question was always, “Do you want to do it?” – yeah, answering a question with a question is considered bad form but we did it anyway.  This would be followed with, “I want to do it if you want to do it…”  What was funny about this was that we both wanted to do it and if you couldn’t tell by the way we were both fidgeting, well, um, a quick peek elsewhere would indicate a desire to do it.

All of that for a one word answer:  “Okay!” and now it’s all about finding a place away from prying eyes – and those damned nosy, pesky adults – so we could do it… but that wasn’t usually a problem; where I grew up, there were more places to do it than you could shake a stick at and whichever one was closer worked.

In the here and now, I’m wiping out about a dozen bad guys on the screen and smiling to myself as I remembered that great rush when doing it was just moments away even though every admonishment about never doing it with a boy would rattle around in my mind like a marble in a tin can, all loud and obnoxious and distracting but not able to defeat the rush of doing it.  I mean, what’s the big deal anyway?  Grownups said it was bad, evil, nasty, and a sin before God for which one could spend eternity burning in hell… but none of them were willing to explain why so many people were doing something that was supposedly really bad… and they sure as hell wasn’t gonna explain why something so bad felt so good to do.

Um, not that any of us were gonna ask an adult that particular question unless we were in a mood to be asked some questions that would prove to be painful were we to answer them…

I tossed a “Homing Tesla” grenade into a room and patiently waited about a second for it to explode and electrocute the bad guys I knew were in said room before charging now empty space, my weapon reaching out and touching the next set of bad guys with evil, lethal intent… while thinking about the mood or atmosphere when we’d get to where we were gonna do it and get rid of our clothing.

Then it was about getting it going and that incredible 69 thing was found to be a great opening act with boys or girls… but unlike with some of the girls, there was no talk about not shooting that stuff into someone’s mouth or promoting not to do it; we just laid down and got to the business of sucking each other’s dick until that stuff got shot, which we found to be so much fun that fucking each other, while nice, wouldn’t be on the list of things to do… well, not right away, anyway.  If it happened, okay, but if all that took place was repeats sucking each other off until neither of us could get hard again, well, that worked and the, ah, mess was way easier to clean up and hide; ya didn’t have to explain to anyone why some parts of your underwear were, um, kinda crunchy and flaky.

I’m now facing the boss at the end of this quest and while I almost mindlessly start going about reducing the boss’s long life meter to a sliver of its original length, I was thinking about being in that moment, sucking on and dick while having mine sucked, just lost in the sensations even as the marble in the tin can is still noisily rattling around and feeling that moment of triumph and pleasure to feel the other guy shooting his stuff into my mouth and, hell, yeah, that incredible “I feel like I’m gonna die!” feeling as I shoot my stuff into his mouth.

The boss is history and now it’s spilling out a major load of stuff – cash and weapons but, damn, the pickings are slim this time around but I can gather them up and do other things with them as I head into the next room that has more goodies to be looted.  I head in there and snatch them all up, some I can use in the next phase, some that will be hopefully turned into better weapons or, barring that, sold for cash – no such thing as too much money when you play this game.  I’m on autopilot and doing what I need to do…

And thinking about being in the moment when he’s lying on top of me and moving his dick in and out of my butt, how nice it all feels and especially when he shoots his stuff in there, which is different from when one on top and doing the shooting; that damned marble is still rattling around albeit not as loudly as before but, eh, who cares about that?  We just got done doing it and we’re outta there and right back to where we were before those six little words were uttered and maybe even immediately understanding that those words will be uttered again and with the same results… after a bit of cleaning, of course…

 

Today’s Bisexual Thoughts: Older and Bisexual

I was chatting with Cityman last night when he asked me if there was something about older men embracing bisexuality (like fifty and older) and if hormones played a role in it as well as why older men are so cool with it and not subject to all the social angst that keeps younger men from checking this aspect of sex out.

I wouldn’t say that hormones have anything to with it, not like that surge of hormones that bitch-slap is when puberty lands on us; if anything, our testosterone levels start to fall off.  I think the answer is a lot more complex than a guy saying, “Why not try it?” although this is a legitimate answer and depends on a lot of stuff that can’t be easily generalized.  He even asked me if I wasn’t already bisexual, did I think I would have eventually “discovered” it and I’m thinking that I would have although that’s not really a fair answer.

But I know of guys who have gotten to their fifties and even having good sexual relationships with women, decide that checking out the other side is a good idea and for whatever reason works for them; again, the justifications are too specific to an individual but I’ve heard things like wanting more sex, not getting any sex, finally “giving in” to bisexual tendencies, and some older and widowed men said that they turned to sex with men simply for the companionship.

I once again thought about the then sixty-seven year old who told me that he had ED, had his prostate removed, but his mouth still worked and taking a hard one in the ass was very possible because it was better than being alone and dying sexless.  It’s a sobering though, maybe not when you’re a strapping lad of twenty but when you hit fifty and sixty, yeah, things could open the door and, yeah, I’ve even heard that close brushes with death can make an older man say, “I gotta live every day like it’s really gonna be my last!” and almost in a bucket list kinda of thing.

Cityman told me a story about a guy he knows about a retirement party for a navy veteran. He was getting up there in years, and it was more of a drinking reception in his honor. He gave a speech and said that before he dies, he wants to suck a dick. And if he likes it, he’s gonna get really pissed!

In ou heteronormative society, this might sound really strange… but not as strange as you may think; the older we get, the more aware of the clock counting down we are and I don’t know about others my age but I would think about all the stuff I had yet to do, if I could do them, and whether or not I had the time remaining to do them.  Obviously, sucking a dick (and liking it) isn’t on my list but that doesn’t mean some guys won’t have a need to put it on their list and then implement it.

It seems like more and more every day, men of all ages are deciding to get into this… and simply because they can. Cityman sent me this link:  https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/speaking-of-science/wp/2016/06/01/study-same-sex-experiences-are-on-the-rise-and-americans-are-increasingly-chill-about-it/

And I find there’s a lot of truth to what the author says, even though I wouldn’t have used those exact words.  If you consider the referenced article, it’s not really all that surprising that, say, guys my age are now looking for more than just a woman to have sex with.  Despite what some say, there is a choice in this:  You can let centuries old dogma control every aspect of your life or, as the author says, you can say, “This is my life and I’ll do whatever the hell I feel like doing… and if that’s getting busy with a guy, so be it!”

 

Today’s Bisexual Thoughts: More Tales from the Hood

It’s the summer of 1969 and with school starting in a couple of weeks, I was feeling down in the mouth thinking about my last year in junior high school.  I just was not looking forward to spending 180 days  sitting in classrooms and being bored out of my skull… but my problem was rather simple because I was looking forward to starting high school next fall so in order to do that, um, I had to get out of the ninth grade first.

I even remember saying something to my mom about not looking forward to the coming school year and how much I wished I could drop out… and her smiling at me and saying that I could drop out if I wanted to.  For a split second, I was giddy… until I realized that what she said wasn’t what she meant – and you can tell that I didn’t drop out because I’m alive and writing this today.

I’m so bummed out it isn’t funny and if all of this wasn’t bad enough, I couldn’t find anyone to hang out with so I decided to hike across town a little and head for my favorite spot along the Brandywine and let the rushing waters comfort me as I contemplated things.  Twenty minutes later, I was ensconced in the coolness of the woods, the trees just now starting to show color changes in their leaves, the clear waters of the Brandywine rushing along its path and it was so quiet…

Until I heard a male voice whisper, “Oh, yeah, that feels good!”

I’m both startled and miffed; how dare some horny motherfuckers be in “my” spot and getting all nasty and shit!  Even with all the trees surrounding me and muffling any street noises, I could easily tell that the voice I heard was twenty feet to my right, just on the other side of a thicket of stuff that was rife with thorns except for one clear space and a space I knew very well since I used it to do some of my dirt, too.  It was perfect in that you could stand right next to that spot and not see anyone in there, provided they were very quiet… and whoever this guy, this invader, was he was anything but quiet as he was obviously egging someone on to suck his dick real good.

One part of me wanted to just leave and go to my second favorite spot… but I was in such a shitty mood over the school thing that I felt violated, my privacy invaded so I decided to scare the shit out of whoever these fuckers were who had the audacity to invade my space.  I crept across those twenty feet silently, heading for the one break in the thorny camouflage where I could look into the clear space and see what was going on before literally – and hopefully – scaring the shit out of them.  I crouched down and peeked in…

And saw two white guys I’d obviously never seen before, one lying on the ground, his pants and stuff puddled around his ankles, the other guy in the classic lean-over position, his head bobbing up and down as he sucked dick, his face flushed red with effort.  The guy being sucked as red-faced as well, his mouth open, his blue eyes open as well but staring straight up as he humped his hips upward in time other guy’s downward movement.

“Oh, my god, it’s… oh, shit!” the guy being sucked blurted out, his body going stiff – he was busting a nut and the other guy kept right on sucking and swallowing.  My own dick was so hard it hurt and I wanted to jump in there and get some of this action myself but I was frozen in place because I wanted to see what would happen next.

The guy doing the sucking sat up and smiled, asking the other guy quietly if he liked that; the other guy was still caught up in the throes of his release and couldn’t speak – but he was nodding vigorously enough that I wondered if he was making his head hurt.  They kinda stayed where they were until they got their shit together; the guy lying on the ground took a deep, cleansing breath and said to his partner, “Let me do you now!”

They had a bit of a hard time rearranging themselves in the close confines of the brush and I almost gave my presence away by laughing when the guy who was lying down backed his butt into a cluster of thorns; yeah, I’d had that happen to me a few times and I knew it didn’t feel good.  They got settled and the blow job began in earnest and, in my opinion, kinda loudly with all the slurping and moaning going on.

My dick was screaming bloody murder at being trapped inside my pants and underwear and I wanted to free it and even give it a few strokes while watching what was going on – but I didn’t dare move and was now thankful that I’d settled into a comfortable position.

The kid on his back on the ground was babbling incoherently, fucking into his friend’s (I guess they were friends) mouth until he shuddered and held onto the other guy’s head as he spilled his own load, the lucky bastard.  The other guy seemed to have a little difficulty handing whatever was being pumped into his mouth; he gagged a little and wanted to lift his head but he couldn’t seeing as how it was being held in place… but he managed to deal with it and I watched with a kind of sadness as some spunk flowed out of his mouth.

But I’m thinking I’m now in danger of being discovered, thinking that since they’d both gotten sucked off, they were gonna get ready to leave… and there was no way I’d be able to move quickly and quietly enough before they heard, then saw me.  The guy who’d just giving a nice blow job said, “Ready for me to stick it in?”

“Hell, yeah,” the other guy said with a smile before neatly flipping over onto his stomach and lifting his ass into the air a little; his friend got on top of him, transferred some saliva from his mouth to his hand to his dick and gave a a quick thrust downward and hitting the spot because his boy moaned happily and said, “Oh, yeah, you’re in me!”

My dick was in my hand before I realized it was in my hand; I didn’t even know how I got it out without alerting these two guys but I obviously had and I was seconds away from a creamy mess watching these two fucking and listening to the guy bein fucked moaning and telling his buddy how good it was feeling.  The guy on top was working hard and fast; he was doing a great job staying quiet but from where I sat, rubbing my dick, I could easily hear his grunts and that nicely obscene sound of their bodies slapping against each other and the equally obscene squishy sound of an asshole being fucked.

It bit my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as I busted my nut and, for a brief instance, kinda panicked as that first shot flew upward and my eyes tracked it as it fell to the ground and splashing on some leaves; my release flowed over me and I forgot about them and if they heard that splash hit the ground, they didn’t react to it.

The guy on top announced [loudly] that he was gonna cum and he did because his friend said, “God, I can feel it shooting in me…!”  When he was done, he pulled out, looked at his watch and said, “Hurry up and fuck me – we gotta get home before mom and dad get back!”

Say what?  Shit, I was so busy being stealthy and watching the action that I never noticed the resemblance they shared with each other!  Holy shit!  The brothers switched places and I guess the one guy took “hurry up” to heart because he was pounding dick into his brother’s ass as fast as he could manage.  Okay, time for me to get moving; I slowly got up from where I’d been sitting, never taking my eyes off of the scene before me as I very slowly backed up the way I came until I couldn’t hear the sounds of sex happening although I did hear home boy when he busted his nut – and I was sure that the people on the other side of the Brandywine heard him, too.

I had just gotten back to where I had been sitting when I heard the brush rattle and I had the nerve to look surprised as these two very disheveled kids appeared out of the hiding place; man, they had that classic “deer in the headlights” look – eyes all big, mouths hanging open and I knew they were both thinking, “How long has that motherfucker been sitting there?”

I just waved at them, all nice and friendly like, told a little white lie that I hadn’t known anyone else was around and that they startled me and saw them both relax, secure in the knowledge that their secret was safe and after telling their own lie of just passing through, they headed off through the woods, presumably on their way home before mom and dad got back from wherever they’d gone.

Needless to say, whatever I had on my mind about going back to school was long gone…

 

Today’s Bisexual Thoughts: Again, Top Searches…

“Bisexual men on fellatio” caught my eye as I exited my Dashboard.

First thought:  Duh!

Second thought:  Weren’t there some guys talking about this on the forum the other day?

Third thought:  Ha, I bet someone thinks that all bi guys suck dick, huh?

Would anyone be surprised to know that not all bi guys suck dick?  But, thinking about the discussion I kinda remembered on the forum, the guy who started the thread asked what guys liked about sucking dick.  What got me was the number of responses that, in my opinion, didn’t have anything to do with the question asked; many guys launched into impassioned descriptions of what kind of dick excited them, which nut sacks got them rip-roaring hard, the sexiness of six-pack abs, booty size and shape, etc..

A few guys actually answered the question, commenting about taste and feel of dick in their mouth hard or soft, how their senses are greatly inflamed to take a dick all the way down to its root and getting a huge snoot full of male musk, or that moment when the other guy begins to shoot his load.

What really got my attention was how many guys who chimed in… and haven’t even sucked dick yet… and their comments weren’t along the lines of, “I haven’t sucked cock yet but I just know I’d like it!”  Never discount the power of the human imagination and, yep, there’s enough porn going around depicting dicks being sucked to provide great visuals. Smoke wrote at length about how much they’d love it if they ever got a chance to and, well, I thought it was inspiring to see them being so passionate about something they’ve yet to experience… and you probably know what I’m gonna write in the next paragraph, don’t you?

That first time sucking a dick might not go as well as one can imagine.  Now, I’m not trying to scare off anyone who wants to do this but I am the guy who will point out the obvious, ya know, just in case someone isn’t giving this all the thought that should be given. I’ve seen guys get totally traumatized by it and as much as I’ve seen guys take to it like a duck to water.  Some of it is a… resistance and of a kind that I’ve never been able to figure out where it comes from, natural or a conditioned response; it’s an urge to gag and maybe even barf even thought mouth hasn’t met dick yet – just getting your head down there can produce some unpleasant results.

Yep, some guys are able to easily ignore all those red alerts going off inside their head, a testimony to how determined they are to suck the dick hovering before them; some guys, well, it takes a bit of work to shunt the revulsion aside but I’ve always thought that if you can eat pussy, which can invoke those same feelings the first time you do that, meh, wrapping your mouth around the head of some guy’s prick shouldn’t be all that difficult… but, yup, it can be – the mind just works in some very weird ways because a guy may not have had a distressful moment that first time he put his face between a girl’s legs… but his last meal might want to come back and visit him when it’s a dick they’re up close and personal with.

Contrary to popular belief, fellatio isn’t all about making the guy bust a nut but if you want him to, okay.  A lot of guys absolutely love sucking dick… just don’t you think about giving him that cream filling.  Indeed, a lot of guys enjoy getting the other dude right to the edge and shove him over but taking his load in the face or anywhere other than in his mouth.

And some men find that it’s way easier to take a dick in their mouth than to have one shoved in their butt.  As usual, I wonder what the person searching for this was thinking about…