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I'd "met" a guy online who was looking to do some cocksucking with a like-minded guy and one of the things I always asked guys who contacted me was how they got started in this, not so much to pry but someone's first time has always fascinated me. He tells me he first had sex with a guy when he was 24 and I was thinking, "A little late but okay!" but then he comes out and tells me that his first experience was with... his fraternal twin brother!

He tells me this and starts apologizing and saying that knowing this weirds me out, well, we don't have to do anything, and I tell him not to be ridiculous because (1) I know many guys whose first time was with their brother(s) and (2) my first time wasn't with my own brother but we got into it and were into it off and on until he died in 1985.

He had admitted that him and his twin wondered why it took them so long to do this with each other and finding out that they'd always wanted to but were afraid to mention it to each other and then said that they got busy with each other for a couple of months before giving it up for other sexual pursuits.

He asked me what it was like to have a brother as a longtime lover and, at the time, I hadn't really given it a lot of thought; we got started with it and, well, just never gave it up and despite having gotten caught by our mom. I mean, it was what it was and I was aware that having sex with him seemed to be the only time we really got along with each other - and I had told the guy this but he was really asking about how comfortable it was and other such things.

I really had to think about that aspect...

I'm less than a year short of being bisexual for six whole decades and in that time, I've... seen a lot. I've done a lot. I've learned even more. I have zero regrets about anything I've done because... I understand it all. I understand why our morality is the way it is about men having sex with each other and if anything about being bisexual is bothersome, it's how we, on the whole of things, have learned nothing about sex and sexuality and how we keep holding onto that religious bullshit.

No regrets. No guilt. I've had an amazing amount of sex with men but the biggest takeaway is what I've learned in all of these things...

While most of my peers were just finding out about sex at 16, I was... an old hand at it. I knew way more about it than they did and sometimes guys and gals would come to me to find out what I knew and... could I show them? I sure could! When The Drought would hit a lot of guys, I got to have sex with them; sometimes it was because they were curious about it and some had done it before but most guys were so desperate for sex that they'd take the risk of being labeled a faggot just to take care of their great need to have sex... and to stop their balls from hurting.

And learning that some of those guys would do anything from sucking me off to letting me fuck them but I was also learning how sex with guys would and could really fuck someone's head up and I didn't want to be the guy who made sex like this a nightmare for someone so... I started telling them the truth I was learning right from the start and would even try to talk some guys out of it because I knew it wouldn't be a good thing for them to do and, in the process, learned how to tell guys no and that there are some guys you just do not ever have sex with... and just like so many females were learning.

And I could understand why girls wouldn't want to and why they called us uncaring assholes because guys were doing the same thing to me that they'd do to a girl and... I could relate to women in this. You'd think that this would make having sex with women easier but it didn't all that much but, yeah - I knew what they did about us guys and knowing it changed a lot of things about me because I didn't ever want to be "that guy" but my luck with the ladies was pretty good because... I not only ate pussy but I was very good at it (and thanks to the older woman who schooled me in such things).

Being bisexual and in high school... wasn't even close to being easy but, you see, I knew that my high school peers believed in that bullshit I no longer believed in and I learned that they learned their angst from their parents and... it was all starting to really make sense to me... and I would find that becoming adult meant there was much more to be learned.

I'm not even 16 yet and I saw that bisexuality was teaching me a lot about sex and many other things and I was learning in ways that, I would think and laugh about - would make most people want to shit themselves and I was learning why we had the attitude about sex and sexuality and how it was all a lie of omission foisted on us by social and moral norms that made sense but didn't tell the whole story.

And then I got caught having sex with my brother by our mother. For us, it was just another night and one that began with us sucking each other off and then taking turns fucking each other. He had fucked and creamed me and I loved the way he fucked me; we'd changed places and I'd dick deep in him and listening to him telling me how good it was feeling when out of nowhere I hear, "What in the hell are you doing!?"

Uh-oh. My brother and I knew that if we ever got caught, I was going to get the shit beaten out of me because I was the oldest; we both agreed that no one would believe that us having sex was his idea and now our greatest fear just became real and I waited to get the shit beaten out of me and... that didn't happen but I did get a scolding that to this very day, makes me cringe to remember what she said to me. After she read me the riot act, um, me and my brother went right back to what we were doing because now that we'd gotten caught, might as well keep doing it but later and as I laid in my bed reliving the whole thing, I realized that... she knew that I was having sex with boys and even knew what me and my brother were doing and picked that moment to make it stop since, I figured, I was now past the age where having sex like this was allowable - and I was 14.

That just added to the stuff I was learning about sex and sexuality and every time I thought I had a good grip on this, I'd learn that I didn't and would learn even more about being bisexual and having sex both ways; a woman who was easily three times my age took me in hand to show me how to have sex with girls and especially how to eat them silly and... I didn't think there was anything wrong with us having sex but I'm sixteen and she's in her 50s and, morally, had no business even talking to me about sex, let alone having it with me but at this point in things, I was learning that if you didn't mind, it didn't matter.

By this time, eh, I wouldn't say that I was an expert when it came to being bisexual but I understood it; homosexuals were very much hated but I understood them, too; I would turn other guys on to this and they'd wind up being bisexual like me and I learned something about being straight and the many things that would and could make a guy not want to be straight and, usually, due to an inability to have sex with girls.

But I was overconfident and still a bit naive because I fell into a man's trap; he talked me into going home with him, gave me a soda to drink - and I'd gotten drugged with something and... he had sex with me and a lot of it before the drug wore off - and I felt that he didn't think it would wear off as fast as it did - and I tried to kill him for raping me; during the fight with him, a table leg got broken and I grabbed it and beat him with it until he stopped moving and I ran away and didn't care if he was just knocked out or I had killed him.

But because I understood why people had sex, I... didn't blame him all that much because it was my fault for being naive enough to fall into his trap. The "moral" of this part of the story is that many years later, I ran into him again and saw that he still bore the injuries I'd given him that day and the funny part was that I recognized him immediately - but that hadn't happened for him. He'd asked me if I had a light for his cigarette and I gave him one and waited to see if he would recognize me - and then he did. He pissed all over himself and I just looked at him before he literally ran off and I felt... vindicated but I had also realized that even though he got to me in an underhanded way, the sex he had laid on me was very good and he did nothing to really hurt me... but it was still my fault for being stupid.

And life would go on from there.

I was sitting and reliving those early days and how they set the stage for who I am today. I was ten when I learned about eating pussy - because my father told me to never do it and I didn't know what the heck he was talking about. I had gone out and ran into my sister, who realized something was bothering me and when she asked, I told her and she said, "Let's find out why you shouldn't!"

Snuck back in the house (my dad had gone somewhere) and we're in her room, we're both naked and I have my face between her legs and doing my best not to throw up but after getting it under control, I stuck my tongue out and licked her pussy and, holy crap: This was better than sucking a dick! I remember finding her "little man in the boat" and licking and sucking it until she practically screamed at me to stick it in her and fuck her and... why not even though I knew this was even more wrong than having sex with my brother but at ten years old, I understood something important: My sister was a girl and just like any other girl except she was my sister. I fucked her and came in her and she said, "We should do this more often!"

And we did and I didn't feel bad about it but one day I was worried about us doing it and that's when she famously said that as long as I didn't get her pregnant, what's the problem - and get to eating her pussy. I knocked on wood because a week after we stopped having sex, her boyfriend got her pregnant when she was 14. Still, by this time, I knew there was a word for what I was doing with boys and girls and it was "bisexual" and learning this word earlier was a major revelation for me and... I needed to know more about it, which meant having more sex with boys, girls, quite a few adult men and that one time when me and one of my friends... had sex with his drunken mom - and I found out that she was the reason why he knew how to do it because she'd get drunk and, well, he had to have sex with her.

I learned some stuff about having sex that I knew I wasn't supposed to know and between what I was learning about sex and my great desire to do it, by the time I was 16, I knew more about having sex than most adults did and more so when I no longer believed what they had to say about having sex: You could really have sex with anyone as long as they wanted to. And I do mean anyone and I was learning so much about why people had sex and it didn't have anything to do with making babies which, by the way, I did that when I was 15 and with the girl who would become my wife.

The first friend I told... already knew about this. We both got highly excited as I told him what had happened and we wound up going to one of our hideouts so we could suck on each other's dicks and tried fucking each other and both things felt so good. More friends got told that day - some of them already knew about this and some didn't but wanted to and... I was off and running with it and to the extent that even today, I'm embarrassed at how easy it was for a guy - any guy - to get me to suck his dick and swallow his stuff - cum - if he had it. I'd let so many guys and, yes, grown men fuck me that getting their dicks into my ass was kinda easier; the adults who fucked me didn't want to really hurt or damage me (and I'd later in life understand why) but I never complained or cried when they'd get the head of their dick in me and shoot their warm stuff in me.

Of course, my friends all had smaller dicks so with some spit, Vaseline, lotions, or hair grease, getting their dicks into my ass was easy and I loved how it felt to have a dick in me and feel the guy on top of me and... I couldn't understand how something that we were told was so bad could feel so good. And then my little and only brother wanted in on the act and he knew what I was doing because the jerk would follow me around or would be sneaky about it and he bugged me for the longest time for us to "do the nasty." He never threatened to tell our parents and I didn't want to do it with him because I knew that if we got caught, the beatings would be terrible but I eventually caved in. By this time, puberty had showed up early for me so I was shooting lots of stuff and my brother liked it when I shot it in his mouth and his butt; I liked sucking him even though he couldn't shoot and he never complained the first time I fucked him.

He would become one of the best male lovers I've ever had. To me, it didn't get better than being able to have sex with guys and girls and my innate curiosity was hard at work trying to make sense of all of this. Being a homo was very bad but I would hear adults saying that anyone who went both ways were crazy because no one should ever want to have sex with men and women... but I wanted to so did that mean I was crazy? I didn't know... and I didn't care because even when I couldn't fuck a girl, I had plenty of male friends who'd want to have sex and if there was a way to have sex with a guy, we pretty much did it.

Group sex was... par for the course for us, either with each other or with certain girls involved and girls who weren't afraid to do the nasty; when puberty kicked my ass and I'd shot my stuff in a girl, she must've told other girls because a lot of them wanted me to do it to them and shoot my stuff in their pussy or their butt and I was more than happy to do it. Whenever one of us learned something new, we told everyone else and we had to try it out!

Having just celebrated my 68th birthday - and on Bisexual Day at that - I found myself sitting and thinking about my life in total and especially being bisexual. I went all the way back to the beginning when one of my father's drinking buddies paid me to let him stick his dick in my mouth and realizing that the moment the head of his dick was in there and I started moving my tongue on it, I was hooked. It felt so good and I remember being so focused on the new sensations that when he came in my mouth, well, not only did I not know what was going on but it caught me off-guard; the stuff in my mouth tasted sweet - and later in life I'd realize that it was that sweet because he'd been drinking - and so much of it that I swallowed purely by reflex and to keep from choking on it.

When he offered more money to stick his dick between my butt cheeks, I didn't say no and now I had $50 in my hands and maybe you can imagine how far $50 would go back in 1964 - I was rich! He laid me on my stomach and stuck his dick between my cheeks and started to fuck me until he got hard; I could feel the head of his dick pressing against my hole and it felt curiously good; at one point, he had oozed enough pre-cum so that the tip of his dick would slip into me a little; it hurt but kind of not really. I remember lying there thinking about two things: How I was going to spend the $50 and how I was going to keep my parents from knowing that I had it; if they knew or found it, they would take it and, like they did one time when I found an envelope with $1,500 in it, they'd accuse me of stealing it.

I remember hearing grunt - then feeling something warm and sticky in my butt crack and it all felt so nice even though I also realized that what he was doing was wrong and I could get in trouble. He's done with me and my dad comes back with another bag full of booze for them to share and I was excited and scared; I thought that I should tell my father what happened but also thought that if I did, he would beat me for lying on an adult and one of his buddies, at that so I said nothing. But what he did had had me so excited that I couldn't sleep that night and I couldn't wait until morning so I could tell my friends what I had found out!