We move from yesterday’s inspiration of some of the silly shit that goes on in a men’s locker or shower room to today’s inspiration, which is the joy of discovery when you finally come out; today’s inspiration and message comes compliments of this blog: http://havenofthought.wordpress.com.
I like this guy. I like his joy of discovery, the way his newfound sexual freedom just explodes delightfully like a Fourth of July fireworks display. I like how being able to express himself like this sexually practically turns him into a happy camper, that kid in a candy store feeling that a lot of us who have been bisexual for a lot of years tend to forget and, yeah, Sean brings back those buck-wild memories when you find yourself free to enjoy an aspect of human sexuality that you’ve been taught to never bother with.
I know that this uber-enthusiasm can be a scary thing for some guys who like guys… and maybe it’s because they’ve forgotten just how heady being set free can be. If you’re bisexual, you go through all that first-time stuff with girls and then deal with however it all turned out… then you get to go through it all again with a guy and it’s not really all that different although you still have to deal with how things eventually turn out, good, bad, or indifferently.
It’s contagious. I’ve given a lot of guys their first time over the years, guys who said they’d never do this or guys who, for whatever reason, want to give having sex with another dude a try. Some try it, ain’t impressed or whatever, and they move on; other guys, however, have that first, serious experience and, yep, it’s kid in a candy store time for them. It’s understandable, too, and more so if they’ve always wanted to, say, suck a guy’s dick – that shower room thing can get this thought started, by the way – and trying to act on this isn’t as easy as it seems (or is harder than you think) so when they finally get things sorted out and to the point where going out and finding that cock to suck is as important as breathing, well, when they finally do it and find out it was not only everything they thought it would be but even better, yep, he’s now infected with buck-wild fever and while the fever runs its course, guys should be protective of their goodies.
Sometimes it’s just the sex that induces the fever; some guys not only get infected by the sex but also the possibility of being able to have a loving and romantic relationship with another man; either way, it’s a rush and a half and it’s kinda hard to explain except it’s just as infectious as discovering that girls are a lot more fun to play with than beating them up and dissing them as being yucky is. You get that first, real taste of it… and you’re off and running with that incredible rush of emotions, looking for more of it so you can drown yourself in it.
I remember those days for myself and to the point where I can often feel myself blushing to think about how totally off the chain I was about having sex with other guys and to the point where I had to admit that I was, in my youth, a cock whore of the highest order. It was all about a guy – or guys – saying yes to the sex and not just reveling in that alone; there was also that sense of togetherness, for lack of a better word. Ah, to feel a guy’s prick sliding in and out of your mouth or ass (or butt cheeks if intercrural was the way); to hear him moaning and groaning in appreciation and knowing that he’s feeling good because you’re making him feel good and then, of course, there’s the reward at the end when he cums (and when you do, too).
It can make you nuts in a good way for yourself and, yeah, a pain in the ass for others. They don’t understand your exuberance because either they never felt it or that moment for them is a barely remembered memory. You do learn, at some point, to keep it down to a dull roar though because if you scare off enough potential partners, well, it’s not too hard to figure out why they won’t engage with you.
I know that when I’ve seen this in others, I don’t really mind because I know what it feels like and I try hard to never, ever forget that feeling. It makes me smile; one, because I like seeing guys happy doing this and, two, well, sometimes, they’re just funny to watch. Their eagerness to indulge themselves with you is a bright spot in what’s become a rather dull thing to do these days, going for the sex sans the highly volatile emotions that lends itself to the lust one might feel. I’m not saying that it’s love or anything like that – it’s just… joy.
It’s a reminder to all bi guys and guys who are thinking about being bisexual that we should never forget the joy in this sexual freedom. Sucking dick, fucking, whatever it is you’re into with other guys is all well and good… but if we don’t remember the joy of freedom, of being able to finally express all those things that lay hidden inside of us, well, what’s the point? Where’s the full enjoyment?
If you’re giving a guy some head and you’re not having a good time doing it, it could be the guy you’re blowing… or you’ve temporarily forgotten just what it took for you to be doing what you’re doing to him and the near overwhelming sense of relief and happiness felt when you no longer had to keep your passions hidden inside you. And, yeah, sometimes you do forget and more so if you wind up doing this just because it’s something to do – it’s become a chore more than something to truly enjoy and if/when that happens, just let your thoughts drift back to that moment when you had buck-wild fever and you just couldn’t ever get enough dick and the other things sexually associated with the male form and, indeed, masculinity itself.