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Not really sure what to say; there's a lot about me that can be said but the basic thing is that I'm just a guy with a lot of things on my mind that I need to get said. I have to add that if you're not old enough to deal with adult issues or you find them offensive, you might want to stay out of my head...

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…

 
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Posted by on 22 August 2016 in Today's Bisexual Thoughts

 

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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…

 
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Posted by on 22 August 2016 in Today's Bisexual Thoughts

 

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Today’s Bisexual Thoughts:  Is It the Same Thing?

I’ll get right to it and further qualify this question:  Is male bonding and male bisexuality really one and the same?  A follow-on question is does bisexuality aid in fostering male bonding?

If you know anything about men it’s that like the dogs we are often accused of being similar to, we are territorial and more so when other males are around and all it takes to see this in action is for two guys who have never met before to meet each other and watch how that pack mentality of establishing “dominance” starts to happen, testosterone clogging the air as the two guys do the human equivalent of sniffing each other’s butts.  Sometimes this is hilarious to watch, sometimes not but we are either gonna decide that we’re both okay or someone bears watching or should be avoided in the future.

We often get laughed at when we get into male bonding or, in today’s parlance, a bromance, which usually happens when we find that “Ted” and “Arnie” have a lot in common with each other and the more they have in common (and the longer they hang out) the more pronounced the bromance can be.

However, guys don’t need to bond in order to get nasty with each other but if a bond exists, that just makes it better and special because we do have a basic thing in common:  We like having sex.  As I’ve written over the last month or so (maybe even longer than that), the bro job has been making headlines and one can easily assume that if our hypothetical bros, Ted and Arnie, are extremely horny and don’t have access to a woman, it “makes sense” for them to turn to each other for some relief… and I’d agree but I’d also say it depends on how emotionally connected they are to each other and loving your bro like a brother counts… as does quantities of inhibition reducing alcohol and other intoxicants.

I’ve been seeing where a lot of bi guys eschew the quick hookup that’s possible for a situation that is more personal and binding, not so much being in love with the guy or being in a relationship but, yeah, having a deep enough connection/bond to be bros which paves the way for sexual activities… but this isn’t a given nor should anyone think that it is because some guys bond like they’ve been glued together and there are no thoughts of ever having sex with each other.

Male bonding and male bisexuality kinda don’t need each other; they are two different aspects of male behavior that could intersect with each other and can play nice with each other in the same way that love and sex aren’t the same things but they work well together.

Cityman asked if I thought our society should further encourage male bonding as a mean to foster male bisexuality (or something like that)… and I’m not sure that guys need “social approval” to bond or to throw down with each other if they choose to since, um, we’ve been doing this all along.  I’m thinking that he’s thinking that if our society can grudgingly gets its head around homosexuality, by doing the same for male bisexuality, all the angst and stigma going around can be put to bed and other wonderful things.

We are funny, though, in that Ted and Arnie are serious bros and would do anything for each other if it were in their power to do so… except, say, suck each other’s cocks when the need presented itself or, “I love you, man… but not that much, ya know?”  Can bonding initiate sexual curiosity?  Yeah, I’d say it could depending on how much they share with each other but it’s not a given because some bros will talk about everything under the sun… just to keep conversations turning sexual… and not even saying that the subject never comes up because it can.

Like, I don’t know how many times in my life a bro has asked me what I’d do it some dude wanted to suck my dick or how many times a bunch of us have been hanging out and the subject comes up… and everyone categorically denies any interest, promises acts of violence and while, weirdly, maybe unconsciously, make statements alluding to supposedly impossible scenarios where they’d find their dick being eaten whole by another dude.

Yep, we’re just funny like that and part of the male bonding process is turning our noses up at guys who’d have sex with guys… and even if we are one of those guys – image is everything, after all.

While male bonding kinda comes with the territory, we all don’t bond or even want to and as I’ve written about, many men are “discovering” that if they are so inclined they can throw down with other like-minded guys and if anything that remotely looks like romance can be avoided, so much the better… but there are still like-minded guys who’d want to bond to some degree before the festivities begin.

Sometimes, it’s better the devil you know than the one you don’t and, sometimes, you want the devil you don’t know – less of a chance of being outed and, sometimes, the purpose isn’t to meet and make a bosom buddy; it’s to do some mutual cookie crumbling.  I do believe that if our boys Ted and Arnie started out merely as a hookup but kept coming back to each other for more, at some point, it will be due to the bond forming between them as much as the sex being good.

If they just became very good friends and have established their bond, maybe it turns sexual for some reason, maybe it doesn’t – who’s to say?  I think that one of Cityman’s thoughts about this is that men should not be cowed to not bond with each other if they wanna bond; they should not be afraid to let things go further if they want (or even need) to and not be subjected to centuries of prejudice and all because they’re doing something that works for them.

Cityman, did this work for ya?

 
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Posted by on 22 August 2016 in Today's Bisexual Thoughts

 

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Today’s Bisexual Thoughts: Splitting Hairs

While checking my email this morning, I saw something – a forum post – that made me frown and ask the cat, “What the fuck?”  It also kinda amazed me that in a time where sexuality labels are severely being hated on, bi guys are, apparently, not content with labeling themselves as top, bottom, or versatile.

Now guys are saying they’re top/vers or bottom/vers.  It took me a moment to (a) remember where and when I saw this distinction before and (b) what it possibly meant… because I hadn’t had my first cup of Folger’s yet.  The gist of it is that “Greg,” a bisexual man, is a top – but he’d situationally be a bottom, kinda like those folks who say they’re socially bisexual or bisexual with the right person.

And I wondered if this trip is really necessary and if saying that you’re versatile would be enough to, say, open negotiations so that the specific details can be put onto the table.  Some time ago, I wrote about how we tend to draw a lot of lines in the sand re sex and sexuality and that some of the lines we draw are superfluous and maybe even a tad bit too nit-picky and by doing so, we make this a lot more difficult and confusing than it has to be.

Yes:  It is important that when we come to terms with the fact that we are bisexual, we must then figure out how we are, you know, what we wanna do, how we wanna do it, and even who we wanna do it with.  At some point, we decide if being a top, bottom, or versatile gets the bulldog fed for us… but once we decide, eh, we then kinda/sorta assume that we can’t change things up conditionally or situationally.  Indeed, we decide top/bottom/versatile based on what we’re most likely to do “in the majority of times,” let’s say and for lack of a better way to say this.

But if your a bottom who would, occasionally top a guy – let’s say four out of ten times just for the sake of this part of the discussion – wouldn’t it be simpler to adopt the versatile label instead of always having to launch into very detailed conversations to explain why you’re a bottom who also likes to top?

I guess not, since a lot of guys are beginning to make this delineating distinction, drawing one more line in the sandy landscape and a landscape that’s littered with lines.  I’m not saying guys who use this distinction are wrong to do so but I’m the guy who’ll ask if this trip is really necessary and wonder if the KISS principle should always been applied first so that bisexuality is less confusing.

At the end of any day, the labels are just reference points because a guy is gonna do whatever he feels like doing, even if it’s something he wouldn’t “normally” do.  It is assumed that because of what the labels mean, two tops couldn’t possibly have sex with each other any more than two bottoms could; like things repel, opposites attract – just like that science experiment with magnets.  According to the hype, tops don’t suck cock but they do… depending.  The hype also says that bottoms don’t fuck but they do, too… depending.

I even mentioned to my protege this morning that a lot of bi guys tend to stereotype themselves and lock themselves in cages of their own design by assuming that once a top, always a top and pretty much dissing the thought that a situation could come up where they don’t want to be a top.  I pointed out to him that we get consumed with what we want to do and not so much thought given to what can be done and that some kind of inherent inflexibility can make all of this… interesting.

For instance, I was negotiating with a declared bottom a while ago (read this as a lot of years ago) and I liked his attitude re sucking dick and I said to him that I’d be good with that as long as I got to blow him – you know, you do what you like to do and we happen to like doing the same thing so… – and he kinda freaked out and started explaining to me what it is bottoms do and don’t do (and like I needed it explained, which I didn’t).  So he said no deal and I respected his decision… but he turned around a day or two later and said that the deal was acceptable but wasn’t initially acceptable because the guys he usually dealt with were never interested in giving him head.

There’s a danger in overcomplicating the whole top/bottom/versatile thing and opportunities to please and be pleased are often missed so I’m kinda waiting to see how this top/vers and bottom/vers thing works out for the guys who identify in this way.  Maybe it’s just another way we self-justify our sexuality or just another way to add yet another layer of complexity to something that’s already seen as being horribly complex.

Does this make it easier to have sex… or harder?  Labels should only identify, not isolate or restrict… but what do I know?

 
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Posted by on 18 August 2016 in Today's Bisexual Thoughts

 

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Today’s Bisexual Thoughts: Swallowing

I’d have to say that the first time I swallowed sperm, it was more out of self-defense than a desire to do so.  Those of you who have been following and reading for a while know how I got put onto the path but I can easily recall the feel of the man’s erection in my mouth, gliding across my tongue and I can also readily remember how damned good it felt and, much later, how it seemed to awaken me, bombarding my young mind with sensations it couldn’t comprehend.

I can sit here and replay that moment in my mind, this older version more than able to pick out all the signs that he was gonna cum in my mouth but, at the time, one moment he’s gently fucking my mouth, I was happily obeying his instructions to suck on the head of his dick and to lick it with my tongue… and I was so lost in doing this that the next thing I knew, there was something shooting into my mouth… and a lot of it.  I know now that my body automatically reacted and made a decision:  To keep from choking on whatever this was, swallow it and do it now!

I didn’t manage to swallow all of it but I did manage to swallow enough of it to remove the threat to my ability to breathe.  I do remember feeling his dick pulsing in my mouth, just as I remember thinking that, hey, this must be that baby-making stuff I’d been hearing about and, indeed, it was some time later when I remembered what it tasted like and, oddly, that was the next time someone shot a load into my mouth, which made my brain think, “This doesn’t taste the same as the first time…”

That first swallowed load was sweet – I later learned it was sweet tasting because of the booze he drank on a regular basis – and the more dick I sucked, the more, um, flavor profiles were being developed in my mind and I don’t know how many dicks I sucked off before I heard that swallowing sperm was an acquired taste – and what ‘acquired taste’ meant.

I just knew I liked swallowing the stuff even as my mind “dutifully” recorded things like quantity, consistency, and taste, things that I’d compare and examine later on when I learned to do this bit of mental exercising.  I’d later learn (in weeks, not years) some stuff didn’t taste so good, some was thin and watery, some was really thick and that sometimes there was a lot of it, sometimes not even when sucking the same dick more than once.  I’d swallow it, nasty tasting or not, because the other guy liked it, I love the sensations of having sperm shot into my mouth, and I didn’t know that spitting it out was okay.

It was what it was.

One day, a girl was sucking my dick when she stopped, looked at me very seriously, and warned me not to shoot “that stuff” in her mouth and when I asked her why (and I don’t know why I asked), she said she didn’t like the way it tasted so I needed to put it where it belonged, which I did… but now that very curious part of my mind wanted to know what was in that stuff that would, indeed, make it taste good at times and very bad at other times so off to the library I went to read about the baby-making stuff, learning things that would still take some time for me to understand but, okay, I could understand some of what I read but, honestly, I didn’t really understand it until I got to junior high school and got into one of my favorite science classes – biology.

Still, if a guy wanted to cum in my mouth, I was fine with that and if he didn’t want to cum in my mouth, well, it was fun to make him do it anyway; while I’d learned how to edit out the different tastes and didn’t feel bad about letting him cum in my mouth but not swallow it, there was still the very head sensations of feeling those tremors running along his dick that would tell me he was getting close and spur me to keep sucking and licking and yanking on his dick until I could feel it swell (some a little, some holy shit that’s bigger now) followed by that first spurt and then those delicious pulses that,not this very day, feels good happening as the guy gave up his spunk.

It just never occurred to me to not swallow even after learning that it was okay to spit it out and that if I wanted to watch him busting a nut, I didn’t have to let him do it in my mouth.  Yeah, some guys weren’t happy whenever I decided not to swallow or let him bust in my mouth but they’d get over it because, after all, I did make them cum.

Along the way, I’d learned that while there were lots of guys and gals who liked/loved to suck dick, there were many who hadn’t acquired the taste or they had… but the guy delivering the load found a way to make them not like it or want it to happen.  Indeed, I even learned to not be happy with those guys who, if they knew I was coming to blow them, would jerk off before I got there so they could be sucked longer before busting… if they busted at all.  I realized, at one point, that I was becoming a snob about it and getting rather pissy of a guy didn’t deliver a nice load of spunk, the payoff to all of my hard work.  I recognized that I was letting some really petty shit take me away from the reasons why I loved to suck dick and that the quantity of spunk didn’t matter but the fact that he was giving me something to swallow did matter.

Examining those early days on the path, yeah, I was a cum whore and a cock-sucking maniac; even though I did enjoy getting fucked, man, there just wasn’t anything that could compare to sucking on a dick until its owner exploded… except, of course, eating pussy; if you’ve never had a woman hose your down with splashes of pussy juice when you’re eating her, you haven’t lived…

But I digress and happily so.

It did not escape my attention that I was getting to suck a lot of dick and because, by default, I’d swallow the results and, yeah, sometimes because a woman wasn’t gonna do that (sorry ladies but you know how y’all can be about this).  By this time, swallowing was literally just gravy while sucking on a dick was the main course, you know, that thing that makes me say that if you don’t suck dick or don’t like doing it, you’re really missing out on something really sensual or you’re too worried about dealing with that nut getting busted so much that ya can’t take any pleasure from the act of sucking dick.

Before I started writing this, I was on the bi guy forum and reading a thread about swallowing and the majority of men chiming in said that swallowing was the thing to do while some said they preferred to suck a dick, get the guy right to the edge, and then get shot gunned in the face or all over their bodies; some guys said they’d rather lick it off the other guy rather than have it directly injected in.  A couple of guys even admitted to a love of creampies; there’s something quite wicked and delicious about dumping a load into a woman and then licking that pussy clean.

What I found odd (nah, not really) is that some guys said they like to swallow… but they’d never tasted their own spunk and wouldn’t want to.  I’ve tasted mine (I taste pretty good) and, um, yeah, I was once flexible enough to give myself a blowjob or two or three (actually quite a few more than that)… and I can’t begin to tell you how weird that felt… or how familiar and good it felt.

To me, swallowing is just a part of sucking that dick and I’ve long since learned that I don’t do it because the other guy wants or expects it – I do it because I like doing it, that I want that literal icing on the cake, that reward for whatever work it took to make it happen.  It’s not without its downsides; semen is alkaline by design – it neutralizes the acidity of a woman’s vagina and gives sperm a chance to play tag with her egg; conception is a matter of timing but it’s also a matter of sperm being able to survive in that acidic environment (and that why pussy has a tangy taste, by the way).

Alkalines taste bitter but seminal fluid can taste differently depending on what the guy is putting into his body (and seminal fluid by itself is an interesting chemical stew) but the alkalinity is still there and can cause sore throats, compromise your immune system enough to make you catch a cold, and can even upset your digestive tract enough to make things, um, watery, if you catch my drift.  Still, if you love to suck dick and swallow, you just kinda accept this as an occupational hazard.

I’ve had folks ask, “If you know all of this, why swallow it?”  It just makes sense, which isn’t easy to explain.  It’s the taste of it, the consistency, but not really even though these two things can play into my decision to swallow or not but,mat least for me, it’s about that moment when he cuts loose, the swelling of his cock, the way it pulses as the payload is being delivered and, yeah, there’s… something about knowing how my stomach acids are gonna totally annihilate all those sperms he just shot into my mouth as well as always being aware of the taboo that says a man shouldn’t be using my mouth to bust a nut in the first place.

There’s just something very satisfying about swallowing it, that seriously ego boosting thing of making him give up that nut or, if you will, taking it from him – those of you who suck and swallow know exactly what I’m talking about and why things like taste, consistency, and even quantity isn’t a serious main concern.  At least for me, swallowing is very intimate and just as intimate as inducing him to spill his seed into my mouth and, as I’ve said many times, it’s not about his pleasure first and foremost; I do it because I love doing it and he’s gonna benefit because I do.

Guys (and a few gals) ask me what the trick is to dealing with a mouthful of sperm and the taste and while there are tips and tricks to this, I usually respond by saying, “Don’t think about it – just swallow it.”  I am very much aware of the taste, consistency, and quantity; again, my mind just automatically records this but I don’t consciously think about swallowing it any more than I think about swallowing water.  Some compare it to eating raw oysters – don’t chew it, just swallow it; eating raw oysters is more of an acquired taste than swallowing sperm is…

Still tastes good, though…

 
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Posted by on 9 August 2016 in Today's Bisexual Thoughts

 

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Today’s Bisexual Thoughts:  Which Is Harder to Do?

The hardest thing to do being a bi guy isn’t sucking dick and swallowing; it’s not fucking a guy or being fucked.  It’s not even keeping the secret of being bisexual in the first place.

It’s finding a suitable guy to have sex with.

The perception is that we will fall into bed with any guy who’s willing; the truth is that we can be even funnier about who we sleep with as some women can be.  Today, there are a gazillion websites for guys looking to have sex with other guys; these sites are populated by impatient predators, those dudes who don’t want to waste any time getting to know you as a person and dudes who assume that if you’re listed on that site, then you are expected and required to give up the dick/ass immediately if not sooner and without question.

Such sites are also populated by men who can talk a good game… and that’s about it.  Some might even agree to a meet, only to back out at the last possible moment and, usually, with an excuse that’s so transparently lame it ain’t even funny.  Also among the membership are those guys who are very picky and, often, prohibitively so, as if they’ve deliberately specified a set of criteria that no man will be able to meet.  These are also the guys who tend to rant and rave about how stupid it is of be on a site full of so many cocks and asses but not be able to get laid while not even thinking about the fact that by mandating so many specifics, they’ve automatically eliminated every man on the site from consideration.

There are the guys who almost desperately want some man sex, like some first timers who want their first experience to be good and memorable; they’re not exactly looking for a romantic relationship but perhaps more of a FWB kind of thing and that requires a lot of communication that most men on such sites just don’t want to get into since, um, when we want sex, we want it now, not days, weeks, or even months from now.

The instant gratification mindset doesn’t help; the arrogant rudeness of some guys doesn’t help; being extra picky doesn’t help and the thing that causes some men issues is that one can get so frustrated looking for the right guy that they’ll either take the next available offer or just give up any hope of ever getting some dick.

A guy asked, in the bisexual forum I’ve been participating in, if there’s some trick to finding the right guy and if there is one, it’s being patient, exercising good judgement and in the best way one can since most contacts are sight unseen – the other guy is just a picture and words in a profile.  Being too specific doesn’t really help as much as one thinks it does; if you sign up looking for guys no smaller than eight inches, uncut, no body hair, not of African-American descent but not Caucasian, married no less than five years, and won’t want to fuck you but is willing to be fucked by you, won’t want you to swallow sperm but should swallow yours, is not too feminine but not alpha male masculine, doesn’t live too close but not too far away, er, what are your chances of finding exactly what you’re looking for… and in an environment that assumes that every man there is into everything that can be done and that every man there is fair game?

Oh, and we can’t forget about something that makes women very unhappy and distrustful of us, that bad habit we have of telling someone what they wanna hear and not meaning a single word of it so we can sex you to our satisfaction but not necessarily the other guy’s.

If you go and sign up somewhere looking for a guy who isn’t gonna treat you like a piece of ass, sure, he’s there… somewhere; the funny thing is that if you’ve got a very specified taste in men, chances are good that the guy who’d treat you right is the guy you’ve already decided wasn’t your type of guy.  If you sign up looking for guys who wanna date, they’re there, too… somewhere; as an unspoken rule, guys don’t date guys – we meet somewhere, get naked, have sex, go on about our business.  Oh, we will hang out; go have a beer, catch a game, lend a hand working on the car or truck but dating?

We might go into this thinking, “How hard can this be?” – and then find out that it’s harder than we could have imagined, even if you find that you live in a target-rich environment, oh, like Atlanta or San Francisco.  We learn rather quickly that while there are guys who want what we want, we don’t all want it in precisely compatible ways.  As we tend to do with women, we can be about what we can see more than we are about the quality of the guy we wanna have sexy with and, thus, often learn the hard way that just because he looked good didn’t mean he was, in fact, as good as he looked.

We learn that we’re not as like-minded about this as perception suggests we are, just like we learn that if we thought it difficult to get into a woman’s panties, it’s even harder to get into a guy’s boxers at times.  We understand that accepting our sexuality and its accompanying desires is a lot easier than following through on them.

 
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Posted by on 8 August 2016 in Today's Bisexual Thoughts

 

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Today’s Bisexual Thoughts:  Persistent or Just a Royal Pain

Sometimes, you can run into someone you can either admire for their persistence or be quite irritated because they’ve become a royal pain and in places you’d rather not feel said pain.

I ran into “Derrick” (obviously not his real name) during a long morning of playing basketball.  The usual characters were there, some serious ballers, some not so serious, and some just hanging out because there wasn’t anything else constructive to do at eight in the morning, on a Saturday, and a day promising to be very damned hot and also promising thunderstorms to cool everything off later in the evening.

When there were enough guys, a debate jumped off – should we run four on four half court or five on five full court?  The question always came up because there was always some guys there that the usual suspects didn’t know having never played with them.  Still, we had ten guys, all willing to play, so full court it was; teams were selected via the time honored free throw method, decisions made about who would guard whom when on defense as well as who’d fill the roles of ball handling guards and the board crashing, shot-blocking positions of forward and center.

As expected, the center position was mine even though I wasn’t the tallest guy on the court… but I had serious ups, had a knack for blocking shots and rebounding and I wasn’t a slouch shooting the ball either or taking someone to the hole.  My team made the important “who gets the ball first” fouls shot from the top of the key and the game was on and as we came down court, the defenders picked up their assignments and Derrick moved toward me.

He was about my height and build but I’d never seen him on our courts before so I didn’t know if he had game but, nah, I wasn’t worried.  The game was going back and forth and, um, predictably physical especially between me and Derrick; he was stronger than I had expected but slower and couldn’t out jump me; I’d already rejected every shot he attempted and on offense, I’d already dunked on his several times.  Down low, I had a good hook shot and I’d back Derrick into the post and he’d body-up on me and quite a few times, I could feel the hardness of his dick as my backside and his front side made contact – but I didn’t pay it much attention – no one did in this situation.

We played to 32 and we won 32-28 and as we moved to the shade of the sidelines to cool off before going again, we all said it was a great game.  I was hot and sweaty, my mind on a couple of things:  The next game and spending a long time in the shower later.  Derrick and I were talking about our battle in the middle and it didn’t escape my attention that he was sitting awfully close to me, just a bit inside my personal space.  We ran it back and we won game two 32-16… but Derrick was talking to me the entire game about wanting to suck my dick.

At first, I didn’t pay any attention to what he was saying; it’s a common tactic to talk shit during a game to get inside a guy’s head and throw him off his game and that never worked on me.  It wasn’t until I was posting Derrick up for a short jumper when he just grabbed me from behind – to the others watching, he was deliberately fouling me to keep me from shooting but what no one else saw was that he had one arm wrapped around my very sweaty chest and a handful of my dick, the grab being shielded from sight by our respective bodies.

I looked at him and he just smiled as the ball was taken out on the side and he said, “I’ve been telling you I wanna suck that dick and now I know you have a nice one!”

Oddly, I just wasn’t interested.  I was hot, tired, funky as hell, thirsty despite all the water I’d been drinking, and ravenously hungry; all I wanted to do was get home, get naked, and get squeaky clean and, oh, yeah, check out all the places where I’d been scratched and elbowed; I wanted to inhale several gallons of water and violate the contents of the cabinets and refrigerator.

I just did not want to be bothered with getting my dick sucked any more than I was interested in getting a look/taste of Derrick’s dick; I’d been feeling it against me through two basketball games, knew it was a good size but even my libido was too tired to entertain the thought of playing with it.  As I headed across the street to my house, Derrick was right behind me, talking about nothing but making it clear that he wouldn’t mind if I let him use my bathroom before he went about his business and that he wouldn’t mind a cold drink of water either.  He was being a pain in the ass and I was too tired to be rude; I’d let him use the bathroom, give him some water, then show him out so I could get clean again; I really couldn’t stand myself… and a nap didn’t sound like a bad idea either.

Once inside, I told him where the bathroom was; as he bounded up the stairs, I went to the kitchen and got water for both of us and took a seat in the living room, listening for the sound of the toilet flushing, which I heard a moment later, followed by the sound of water running in the sink, which was then followed by the sounds of his footsteps on the very creaky steps.  I was looking at a small scrape on my knee when I sensed Derrick looking at me so I looked up…

To see him standing in front of me and as naked as the day he was born and “face to face” with his crotch and his slightly above average dick that was standing at attention.  My libido woke up enough to tell me that his dick was a nice one and that sucking it would be child’s play; the part of me that didn’t even want to be bothered started to protest but Derrick made it clear that he wasn’t leaving until he had my dick and that I’d have to throw him out onto the street naked.

What he didn’t know or probably didn’t care about was I was thinking about doing just that, the tactical part of my mind already mapping out how to painfully remove him from the premises but, ah, damn, I also thought it would be just my luck that the moment I tossed him out wearing his birthday suit, the police – who had a high presence in the area – would see it and then I’d find myself trying to explain why I was throwing a naked man out of my home and, with my luck, I’d be explaining it in handcuffs.

While I’m thinking things out, Derrick was pleading his case in what I’d call a very empassioned way, telling me how sexy he thought I was, how good it felt to him whenever our bodies came together on the court, that he loved the way I smelled – that made me frown – and that it had been a long time since he felt the urge to suck dick… and all while being rock hard and so hard that I could see his dick moving in time with his pulse, which was racing.  My libido was getting interested but the part that didn’t want to be bothered was still coming up with reasons why this wasn’t a good idea but even I knew that my arguments were losing steam… and he knew it, too.

I sighed and sat back… and Derrick pounced quickly; his sudden movement caught me off-guard long enough for him to yank down my shorts and bury his face into my crotch in what appeared to me to be one smooth motion and, damn it to hell, my dick was responding, now trapped within his mouth.  The tactical part of my brain, before it decided to go offline, thought of six ways I could make him cease and desist but not without a bit of damage in the process and, well, um, shit, it was feeling very good and the active parts of my mind said, “Fuck it…” and shut down as Derrick did his best to suck the black off of my dick.

Somewhere along the line – and I’m not gonna lie and tell you I know when – I wound up on the floor with Derrick’s dick in my mouth; he suspiciously smelled like the soap I used, something I noticed just before he flooded my mouth with cum.  A part of me was unhappy that he’d shot his load before I could really enjoy having him in my mouth but it happened and it had the effect of making Derrick suck me even faster than he had been, quickly shoving me from, “this feels really good” to “oh shit I’m gonna cum” in the space of a few seconds… or a few minutes… I really couldn’t tell since I was still swallowing the last of his load while he was inducing me to give up mine.

I was happy and not happy at all as the parts of my brain that abandoned me returned and reminded me that I hadn’t wanted to do this in the first place and chiding me for allowing him to get the drop on me; Tactical reminded everyone that all I did was sit back and a response would have resulted in getting bitten.  All of this was going on in my head as Derrick was giggling gleefully and saying something about knowing he’d made the right choice and some other stuff I couldn’t pay attention to because he was fondling my balls and asking me if I could handle a second sucking.

I heard my voice say, “Give me a moment…” – who authorized that response? – and while Motor Control was trying to reboot so I could move, I guess Derrick didn’t want to wait much longer before he started sucking me again, gently at first and adroitly avoiding my very sensitive head; I was sure that I wasn’t going to get hard again any time soon but he demonstrated more of his persistence and his obvious skill and talent to get me hard again.  I don’t know why I was surprised that he was already hard again but I was; I mentally shrugged and went to work on him and it took some time before we could erupt in each other’s mouth again.

I was beyond spent, even more exhausted than I was an hour ago – wait, an hour ago? – and Derrick was giggling again as I contemplated how his persistence, how his being a royal pain, had gotten me to fold like a house of cards and, well, that didn’t make me happy but I couldn’t fault either of us; he just took advantage of the situation I gave him by merely sitting back.  Oh well, nothing to be done for it now; he wanted it badly enough to exercise bold initiative and I had to grudgingly admit being impressed by that and even after I unloaded my balls in his ass when we showered together and I even laughed when he said, as he got dressed to leave, that getting dicked wasn’t on his agenda at all, wasn’t his favorite thing to do and that he surprised himself by saying he wasn’t leaving until I screwed him.

Later, I sat watching TV and pondering my day and time spent with Derrick.  I was still pissed with myself, cursing my body’s automatic response and overriding my conscious thought and decision against having sex with Derrick but once again saw that his persistence and being a royal pain was admirable and, um, really worth being upset with myself.

 
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Posted by on 5 August 2016 in Today's Bisexual Thoughts

 

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