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I'd sat down one day and figured that between the ages of 8 and 18 - when I became a legal adult - I'd learned 80% of what I know about sex. Breaking it down, I learned 100% of what I know about sex with a guy. I saw that I experienced... rapid sexual growth, to coin a term. A girl taught me how to fuck her during my 8th birthday party; I sucked my first dick and "got fucked" when I was 9; I ate my first pussy - my sister's - at 10. At the time I was thinking about all of this, I could remember the exact dates of these events and did some "math" and realized that, by age number, all of this took two years to come to pass but, eh, it was more like 1.5 years and based upon when my birthday is.

But sticking with age as a "focal point," between 9 and 10... I had a lot of sex and most of it with boys and with girls a very close second and I recalled that in my neighborhood, there were more boys than girls but I felt the difference was plus or minus five given how many families either moved into the neighborhood or left it. When I saw that the day after my first dick experience had gave me a very bad case of "kid in a candy store," oh, my - I was so embarrassed! I wasn't the only one, mind you, but in today's terms I was a cock whore and a very easy slut for any guy with a dick, my age or older.

It's one thing to know what you did and another to own up to what you did. When I was "reviewing" all of this, one of the first things I noticed about how I felt about how I learned (a) about sex and (b) to be bisexual, I found that I had no shame about it. No guilt. No regrets. Even though I committed "every sin that could be committed" in those early days. I saw that I had little in the way of inhibitions or fears other than getting caught - but when I did get caught, it didn't change anything. Still, I saw that the "sex bug" had bitten me really hard and even though there was always "something in my head" telling me not to have sex with someone, it was so exciting and an early intellectual puzzle for me that "said" that to not do it, well, it didn't make sense and it was worth the risk of getting into trouble.

One of the reasons why I took such a in-depth look at my history and behaviors was running into a guy who had similar beginnings but the difference between the two of us was that he was wracked with guilt, regret, and remorse and... I wasn't. He, too, had had sex with his brothers and sisters; his first experience with dick was with an adult and while I'd gotten started at 8, his first pussy was at 9, followed by getting dick at 10 - minor differences, I'd say. Yet, we grew up in different parts of the city - me on the west side, him on the east side.

I had spent a couple of weeks talking to him and I understood how he felt and more so when I knew I should have felt the same way and it was funny because we both thought that maybe there was something wrong with us but while I had realized that there was nothing "wrong" with me in that sense, man, this guy was plagued by guilt and had mentioned that he had considered suicide for breaking all of God's rules and laws and said that he felt that this would be the only way to atone for his sins.

the next day i went to his house and he was just wearing a robe he open it up and said on your knees and suck me i got down and got him hard it was 8 inchs thick then he said get naked and lay across that padded table he tied me over the table ass up he smaked my bare ass 4 or 5 times before he started fucking my asshole he lubed my holee and started in i could feel my anus opening up it hurt a little then it got good i was working my ass and he was going balls deep after 20 minutes or so he filled my ass full and pulled out then i heard his door bell he laughed and said get ready for a nother big cock in that hot asshole of yours the guy was a big black man i knew who worked for ups he had a good 8 inchs and was thicker by the time he was done i was gaped like a whore after he left i said untie mehe said when i get done i will your ass is still mime bitch thats when he whipped my ass with a leather strap when he got done my ass was red and then he untied me and let me clean up but the i really enjoyed it but did not tell him at the time when i was leaving he said come over next week again if you want some more fun and i did go back 3 times after thatthen it was time to move on

after my wife passed away and i got fucked by a man i really liked to be fucked but i also liked to sub sometimeswe had done bdsm a lot the last 5 years she was alive and i was the sub so i did some bdsm with men and women my wifes uncle was talking to me one day at walmart and said come over to the house and lets have some fun i heard you bdsm with a man i said from who he said your cousin freddy you know i am discreet so why dont you come over tomorrow and let me have some fun with youso i said okay what time he said one okay and i said alright one and then we parted company like

He fucked me again; I couldn't compete with his stamina. And again. And again.

I was a spermy mess. My hole was sorer than it was yesterday but that was because it hadn't recovered from being fucked so much by him. Everyone called him a freak but now I knew how freaky he really was. The somewhat "sickening" feeling that I had created a monster with a monster-sized dick. Feeling some shame because I couldn't take any more of him and told him so.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"It's not your fault," I said. "Man, if some girl decides to give you some, she's going to be in for one hell of a surprise!"

He laughed. Then he said, "I think I like doing it like this more but I think I should find another guy who'd want to because I don't want to hurt you."

"I understand," I said. "It's okay."

It really was. I couldn't keep dealing with him like this. It wasn't that the sex, on the whole, was bad because it wasn't; but between the size of his dick and his freakish stamina, I just couldn't. Better someone else than me. I felt that we both understood this. It didn't affect our friendship but we both knew that this was going to be the last time we had sex.

"Maybe we could just blow each other?" he asked.

"That might work," I said. Yeah, I could deal with sucking his dick but not having him in my ass.

So that's how it was going to be going forward. He'd finally gotten some pussy; had the bad luck to have knocked the girl up the first time they fucked but I wasn't surprised because I knew how he could fuck, cum, and keep on fucking. We'd sucked each other off a couple of times. Then her father found out that she was pregnant, found out that Ronnie did it and... he killed Ronnie - so said the rumor. Some say he was shot, some say he got stabbed. The police had found his body down by the railroad tracks and rumor was that his dick had been cut off.

I just knew my friend was dead. Some said it was good that the freak was dead and I lost some more friends behind that one.

A damned shame...

Only time would tell. I'd given him my word that we could have sex tomorrow and I couldn't see myself not keeping my word although, being honest with myself, I was hoping that my mom would have me doing something so that I couldn't go over and have sex with him.

But I showed up "bright and early" and after his parents had gone to work. He was happy to see me.

"I didn't think you'd show up," he said.

"I told you I would," I said.

We got right to it. We sucked each other off; I needed to recharge but he didn't - he went from cumming in my mouth to sliding that big, fat, freakish dick in me. He was gentler this time. Fucked me long enough to bust two nuts in me. Incredible. Freakish.

He sucked me to get me hard and after slathering up with Vaseline this time, I eased my new erection into the tightness of his ass. I asked him if he wanted me to stop so he could adjust.

"Just do it," he said. "Put all of it in me! I can take it!"

No, he couldn't. My dick wasn't small and nowhere near his size but I took an amount of pride to hear him squealing and groaning and talking about how big my dick was. He was so tight that I was having a hard time holding my cum and told him about that.

"Go ahead and cream me," he said. I almost laughed to think that the reason why he said that was so I would get out of his ass more than him really wanted me to cum in him.

I came. When I was done, I was going to pull out but he said, "If you can stay in me, stay in me, okay?"

He was still so tight that I felt his ass pushing me out but I did my best to stay in him; it helped that he must've figured out that if he clenched his muscles, that would keep me in him. It worked and he kept doing it until I could feel myself getting hard again.

"Wow, that feels weird," he said. "Can you fuck me now?"

"I think so," I said. I started slowly because his butt was still trying to push me out but I'd gotten hard enough so it wasn't going to happen. It took me "a while" to cum in him again but I couldn't get over how... comfortable I felt fucking him. I came and pulled out and we talked for a while.

He's crying for some reason. My mind still feels detached from my body. I'd been fucked by a lot of my male friends and quite a few adults and none of them had ever fucked me like this or made me feel so... weird. He's apologizing to me but not all that sorry to stop what he was doing. A part of my mind kept reminding me that I'd wanted sex with him and this is what I get for suggesting that he have sex with a guy... and thinking that I felt sorry for the girl who would give him pussy for the first time.

He came. Again. Stayed in me and I thought, "Oh, no, not again - I can't take any more of this!" My whole body was hurting, some of it good, a lot not so good; I didn't like being screwed in the missionary position because it always made my hips hurt and like they were being dislocated.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you but it felt so good and I couldn't stop," he said. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," I groaned. "Um, you're kinda heavy."

"Oh!" he said and moved; I could feel his dick sliding out of me and it felt like... that time I was having stitches removed. Weird feeling. I heard his dick... pop out of me followed by... a breeze. I'd only felt that when certain adults had fucked me and never with a friend but, then again, none of the friends I had sex with had a dick like Ronnie's.

I sat up and the room spun for a moment; I managed to get to my feet because I had to go to the bathroom but when I stood up, whatever cum hadn't leaked out of me poured out of me, streaming down my thighs. I... didn't feel like I had to go now. Weird. I sat back down because my legs didn't want to hold me up and Ronnie's looking at me like he's a puppy that just got a beating.

"I'm okay and it's okay," I said. "I wanted to do this for you and, well, man, you really did it! I'm going to be walking funny."

We'd just sat there quietly for maybe five minutes. There was nothing for me to say but he was looking like he had something to say but I was okay with waiting for him to speak.

"Can... we do this again, like, maybe tomorrow?" he asked.

A part of me wanted to say no. He'd worn me out with that big, fat dick and amazing stamina. I did not want to go through that again... but how could I say no? What kind of friend would I be if I did?

"If we do it again tomorrow, um, do you think you can fuck me?" he asked. "I mean, it's fair, right?"

"Yeah, I think it is," I said. "We can do it tomorrow if you really want to." Somewhere inside of me, I knew I was going to regret saying this, well, my poor asshole was going to regret it. I'm sitting next to him and I can see his dick... "squirming" like it's a snake and I almost laughed to think that.

I finally had the strength to get to my feet so I could find my clothes and get dressed. He was looking at me like he wanted me to stay but I thought that if I did, that big, fat dick was going to wind up in my ass again. I said my goodbyes to him, renewed my promised to come over tomorrow so we could have sex again, and headed home and thinking about all that had happened. Was it a mistake? Did I do the wrong thing for the right reason? Was my ass going to be sore come tomorrow? Did I have what it took to deal with him again?

He kept saying, "Oh, shit!" over and over. He's slamming his dick into me so hard that... I came again. He put his full weight on me and really gave it to me harder and faster; his body suddenly went as stiff as a board and I could feel his dick pumping hard and strong in me. He's... paralyzed; he can't move or speak and all he could do was breath hard. I'm paralyzed, too, but, nah, not really - I just didn't dare move as he pumped cum in me.

I thought he was done. He wasn't. He started moving again and, for a moment, I felt a pang of great envy that he could fuck even though his dick was soft but I thought that it was because his dick was so long. He kept saying, "I'm sorry..." and kept fucking me. I'm... seriously squishy. He'd pumped his cum in me and was now fucking it out of me. Then I could feel his dick getting hard; stretching me open again and I... kinda blanked out. I was there but I wasn't. He busted another nut in me and I almost panicked to think that he was going to keep going again.

He pulled out of me and it felt like it took forever for him to pull it all out. He wasn't done with me, though. He leaned over and started sucking my dick until I got hard. He swallowed me whole and in the back of my mind, I was kinda impressed because few people outside of a couple of the adults I was having sex with could do that without gagging... but it made sense that if he could suck a lot of his own dick, my "puny" dick was a piece of cake. Even though I had cum twice when he fucked me, it was like I... wasn't finished? I didn't understand what was going on but what I did know was that my friend, the one everyone called a freak of nature, was about to make me cum "for real."

"I... I gotta cum," I said. This was... automatic for me because girls who sucked my dick told me that I'd better tell them that I was going to cum - or else. Ronnie picked up the speed; my back arched and I could feel my dick swell and I started to cum. Ronnie ate all of my dick and held it there as I came. He sucked every drop of cum out of me and slowly released me to sit up and... just look at me.

The look on his face scared me and when he moved, I knew he was moving to stick his dick back in me and I almost said, "No..." but I started this and he was now determined to finish it to his liking. I... moaned like a girl when I felt his dick slithering back into me.

"This is so good," he murmured. "I can't stop doing it!"

It... wasn't so good for me. I was so sore and I felt so helpless under him. His stamina was... freakish. I felt myself becoming detached, my mind wandering but clearly thinking that this was the first time he got to fuck someone so, yeah, he had a lot of... catching up to do.

There was a lot of it. Thick and a little salty. I'm having a hard time keeping up with it and I'm swallowing as fast as I can; some of his cum gets away from me but I wasn't going to take my mouth off of him - I could lick my lips later.

The thing was that when he finished cumming, I wasn't finished with him. I'd spied the hair grease he used to make and keep his hair so wavy and looking good. I got up and grabbed it, set it on the bed, then got out of my clothes.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"What everyone else is afraid to do," I said. I smeared a glob of hair grease into my crack and used a finger to get it in me; I grabbed another glob of it and started rubbing it all over his dick.

"Are you gonna do what I think you're gonna do?" he asked.

I just nodded and straddled him, trying to stay balanced to get into position while holding his dick. He wasn't hard but I figured that he was so long and thick that I could get him in me and... I was right. I put him against my hole and slowly started to sit down on him and, wow, whew, yeah, it was hurting but nothing I couldn't handle. I kept sitting down until I had all of his dick in me and it felt good but very uncomfortable.

"Be still," I said and started riding him. I'm looking at him and he's got tears streaming down his face; I'm used to him now and all I wanted him to do was cum in me. I'd told him to be still but that was "stupid" because I knew he wouldn't and almost on cue, he started to fuck me. Slowly at first but it wasn't long before he'd grabbed my hips to hold me still and... he hammered my hole. I was having orgasms. A glance down revealed something I rarely saw when being fucked: My dick was hard.

Ronnie's moaning and fucking me like his life depended on it. He went deep in me and... I came. I'm gasping like a fish out of water and watching spurts of my cum landing on his chest and... there was some on his cheek. It's... starting to hurt again but I was well and truly committed to relieving him of his virginity and getting his cum in me. He surprised me by rolling us over and, oh, my, god, he was banging the shit out of me now and all I could do was lie there and take it which wasn't normal for me - I hated being fucked really hard.