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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]And while many guys and gals were losing their minds over their preferences for big, thick dicks - and often being terrified of them - I found that form - size, shape, color - didn't matter... but function most certainly did. I had to admit to myself that I just loved the feel of sperm being pumped into my mouth even though, eh, sometimes, it didn't taste all that good but I was "over the moon" knowing that I could use my mouth on a guy's form until it performed its function.

Taking a dick in my ass wasn't all that difficult since, well, um, my hole was well used to having dicks in a lot of forms in there but it was more than obvious that if I wanted the dick to perform its function - to fill my hole with sperm - dealing with its form was a no-brainer. I just knew that in order to receive the pleasure of a dick's function, I had to be able to deal with the pain its form would bring along with it. Sometimes that pain would be really, really bad and almost unbearable and while there were times when the pain would eventually "go away," sometimes it just didn't but I'd hang in there without a single complaint for the moment when the form of the guy's dick performed its function and painted my insides with hot, sticky sperm.

That didn't make it "feel better" in that sense but that sense of accomplishment - being able to have a guy's form in my ass and making it hurt so much and not being a whiny "girl" about it meant everything to me and, again, I didn't ever want to be [I]that guy[/I] who'd be begging for the dick to be taken out. I was very clear to me that if I wanted to experience the function of a guy's prick, I had to be able to deal with his form. I'd had "more than my share" of grown up adult dicks in my ass and, yes, they didn't always feel good going in me; the pain would make my eyes water something fierce and would often make me want to cry out and beg them to stop trying to put it in - and sometimes they'd knew they were hurting me too much and ease up and now making it easier for me to enjoy being fucked and just waiting for that moment when his dick's function would kick in and feel his sperm being shot into me.

To be able to feel that made any amount of pain worth enduring. I hadn't yet learned about male prostates and how the form of a guy's dick could come in contact with it to produce some weirdly good feelings... but what I did know was that I loved feeling a guy's dick performing its function to deliver his sperm into me and having a bit of an ego trip knowing that it was his form being stuffed into my tight (but not so tight) ass that urged him to get his dick to perform its function.

Cum inside me. Try to get me pregnant. Do it to me like I was a girl. Use your form and function so I can feel good by sucking it and getting you to cum in my mouth so I can taste and swallow it. Form and function combine to deliver such nasty pleasure and while there are many forms, the function is always the same. Get dick hard. Suck it until he cums or get it in my ass so he can fuck me until he cums.

Repeat. Often. Any guy. Anywhere. Anytime. Form ceased to matter and I even got over my aversion to sucking uncut dicks and definitively proving to myself that form didn't matter...

But function always does.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I was now much more aware of the shapes and sizes of guys' dicks. Some were very nice to look at whether it was hard or not but, um, wow, guys who still had their foreskin presented an aesthetic problem for me because, while soft, they were just ugly and hideous looking but, at the same time, to watch a dick covered with all that extra skin get hard was fascinating and more so when the head of the guy's dick "magically" appeared from its hiding place.

I wouldn't - couldn't - suck a dick with foreskin but I was fine with it performing its true function because even with all of that yucky-looking skin, it would feel really good to feel it pressing against my asshole, then spreading it open and worming its way into me and as deep as the guy could get it... and I'd be fucked until I could feel his dick swelling just before that first spurt of sperm shot into me. What made it "better" is that I knew what it meant, that the form and function of a guy's dick had a specific purpose for being the way it was... but a purpose that got wasted when guys had sex with guys.

Which, actually, made it even more fun because, unlike girls, we didn't have to worry about getting into [I]that[/I] kind of trouble even though there was, in those early days, lots of jokes about having "jelly babies," a reference to the moment when a guy came in your ass and his sperm came flowing back out at some point - and if it did at all and even something like that had me fascinated even after I'd learned that sometimes when a guy shot his load into your butt, your body would just absorb it and you're left wondering why you didn't have a mess to clean up after being fucked and creamed.

Big dicks. Small ones. Fat and skinny ones. With or without that ugly foreskin. If you've seen one, you've seen them all... but not really. I even began to see where a dick's form and function dictated how two guys were going to have sex or who would be the one to suck dick first or be fucked; if you had the bigger dick, the guy with the smaller dick would get things started and I realized that when we'd compare our dicks before having sex, it was pretty funny... but with my awareness of form and function, it stopped being a laughing matter and seeing how... weird guys were about the size and shape of their respective dicks started to "confuse" me because I just couldn't see how or why the size and shape really made that much of a difference in the grand scheme of things. For girls, it was a seriously big deal because a dick's form could mean the difference between pleasure and pain... and it's function meant that the bigger the dick, the better the chances of her getting pregnant... but not really since even the smallest dick could make that happen, too.

For us guys, there was also that difference between pleasure and pure pain when big dicks were going into our asses and sometimes having to deal with one's jaw muscles aching painfully when trying to suck big, fat dicks... but I was always up to the challenge presented by the form and function of dicks because I had realized that if I couldn't, it didn't make sense to have sex with a guy... and I wasn't different from any other guy in that I never wanted it to be known that I couldn't handle a dick - any dick.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]The human male penis is a work of art. They come in all shapes, sizes, and colors and are, really, so commonplace that one usually doesn't see - or can appreciate - its form and function. When erect, it's so curiously hard while being silky smooth and lends itself to the euphemism that when guys are hard, they have a boner... but unlike other animals, the human male penis contains no bones at all.

I don't quite remember the exact moment when I started paying attention to this but, knowing me, it was probably while I was sucking on a guy's dick. I do remember when thoughts about function entered my consciousness; it was while being fucked by a guy and he was going to town in my ass, building toward his release and just a scant moment before he came I thought, "He's trying to get me pregnant!" - then I felt his cock pumping hot sperm into me and I felt both wonderful... and disturbed to realize what it meant even though there was no way I could get pregnant.

But it clarified form and function in my mind; it kind of woke me up and made me realize that fucking someone - anyone - was not just sex but using one's cock in the way it was designed to be used, to be made hard and filled with blood so to better facilitate the delivery of life producing sperm. After that... epiphany, I had a different frame of mind about dicks; my interest in them grew every time I sucked a guy and swallowed his sperm and even more so when I'd find myself lying under him and feeling his dick moving in and out of my ass and feeling very girly and learning an interesting appreciation of the dual implications of having sex with another guy.

On the one hand, it was just one of those very fun and exciting things for two guys to do. Totally forbidden and nasty; it made having sex with a guy both terribly exciting and very scary at the same time. On the other, however, it was also about the method of making babies and, at first and for a short period of time, I'd wonder what was the reason for guys to fuck each other if it was impossible for guys to get pregnant... but it was really a rhetorical question and thought because the reason why we fucked each other was because it felt good to fuck.

It felt good to have a dick in my mouth or in my ass and it felt good when another guy had my dick in his mouth and/or mine was burrowing into his behind, my form performing its function with blissful perfection at the moment I released my sperm into him.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[QUOTE=Pat910123;352380]CLT 704 28269[/QUOTE]

[B][I][COLOR=#18A841]Do you really want your question answered with my utmost candor, while exuding my integrity and honor, as they influence my answer?[/COLOR][/I][/B]


[FONT=verdana][COLOR=#0000ff]You have asked this question, so I am very interested in responding, so you will better comprehend why I am attracted to, TWO. [/COLOR][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][COLOR=#0000ff]After I explain my natural attraction, you can see the true essence when I say I love [/COLOR][/FONT][B][COLOR=#FB5F2C][U]BOTH[/U][/COLOR][/B][FONT=verdana][COLOR=#0000ff] of you instead of loving only one of you. [/COLOR][/FONT]


[FONT=verdana][COLOR=#0000ff]I identify as BI because I have been with both and will be with either one again. [/COLOR][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][COLOR=#0000ff]If both did not attract me, then I would be monosexual, as homosexual or heterosexual. [/COLOR][/FONT]


[B][FONT=gotham][COLOR=#FB5F2C][U]Ladies first, I love her for:[/U][/COLOR][/FONT][/B]


[FONT=trebuchet ms][COLOR=#ff00ff]The innocent soft smiles she projects, and her alluring smooth body and more sweet petite figure. Her dazzling eyes can strike me like an arrow from cupid while she can mesmerize me while luring me into her presence with her seductive mannerisms. She has such a smooth, gorgeous body, that I can't even take my eyes off her. The hair on her head and crotch is enough for me. I love how she has more petite sweet feet and smooth luscious legs, and softer tantalizing toes while other parts of her anatomy are very inviting and captivating. I love her succulent breasts as I indulge in sucking her nipples to her satisfaction while I desire her body for her alluring beauty. [/COLOR][/FONT]
[FONT=trebuchet ms][COLOR=#ff00ff]He is also the one who admires her, as he is constantly on the hunt. [/COLOR][/FONT]


[B][FONT=gotham][COLOR=#FB5F2C][U]Now, for the HOT guys:[/U][/COLOR][/FONT][/B]


[B][FONT=trebuchet ms][COLOR=#1885E2]He is just as gorgeous as she is.[/COLOR][/FONT][/B]
[FONT=trebuchet ms][COLOR=#1885E2]His anatomy is very inciting because he has his own respective equipment that gives me something to play with, first in my hand, then switching, as I manipulate it in my mouth using my talented tongue, my love muscle. I am extremely elated while exercising intense pleasure for us both. I can go the distance while just making love to it all night long. I can pleasure both of us the whole night with his big juicy man meat. I would not even need anything else to satisfy us. I am thrilled to make love to his perfect part, giving both of us ultimate pleasure. Now, keeping in mind the smooth body I adore, I can just imagine him having a sweet smooth desirable body I can lick, suck, and kiss all over.[/COLOR][/FONT]


[B][FONT=gotham][COLOR=#FB5F2C][U]Now to wrap it up:[/U][/COLOR][/FONT][/B]


[FONT=verdana][COLOR=#339966]I observe the sensational advantages of both his and her unique and inherent beauty. Their own particular equipment is intense as it is getting me hot & aroused. They both possess their own unique elegance in the proper areas, as I can actually admire both of them and love the way I can see their enticing beauty in two separate packages. While I recognize each at their similar form, I worship each of their individual essences. To look at them both and notice what each of them has to offer in their own unique features, is eternal bliss as it is captivating. [/COLOR][/FONT]


[B][FONT=verdana][COLOR=#E59E25][U]Twinks[/U][/COLOR][/FONT][/B][FONT=verdana][COLOR=#E59E25] are absolutely, by far, my ultimate pleasure. He combines her smoothness, with the proper specific male anatomy that I positively adore. He is smooth, sweet, and succulent while his perfect part is tender; I caress him into ecstasy with my talented love muscle. [/COLOR][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][COLOR=#E59E25]He is absolutely my ideal mate![/COLOR][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][COLOR=#E59E25]It is beyond words to describe the way he makes me euphoric! [/COLOR][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][COLOR=#E59E25]He makes it well worth it to me when I utilize my love muscle on his perfect part and nothing else compares to my feeling of euphoria. [/COLOR][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]It's one thing to be in bed with a guy you know is down like that... quite the surprise to be in bed and getting sexed by the guy who was, yet again, the last guy you'd suspect of doing anything like that. The worst part wasn't being awakened in this way - it was the conversation that would take place after the fact. Again, some guys would apologize profusely and some guys would say, "Sorry about that..." and we both knew he wasn't sorry at all. Or listening to them telling me that they didn't know why they did it, a sentiment that would just make me roll my eyes and shake my head and, "worst of all," asking them why didn't they just ask me if I wanted to have sex with them... and them saying, "I don't know."

Or knowing that he was being 100% honest when he'd say that until we were in bed together, he had never given a single thought to doing anything with another guy, making me wonder what it was about me that just told some guys that they could blow or fuck me and I wouldn't mind one bit. Still - and I guess this would be the good part - the sex would continue and the guy pulling a midnight raid on me would get sucked and/or fucked. Some guys would be seriously nervous and afraid but I'd tell them, "Did you really think you were gonna do this to me and I wouldn't want to get even with you? Guess again!"

Sometimes, it was a one-time thing but often it would be the beginning of a more regular thing and I'd often be surprised - and reminded - that you just never know where your next serving of dick is going to come from... and it's not always from the guy you'd suspect it would come from...[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]My teenaged years were filled with such moments. I couldn't figure out why a guy would, sometimes, make it clear that just because we were gonna sleep in the same bed, nothing "funny" was gonna happen... and then I find myself waking up and finding out that the dream I was having about my dick being sucked wasn't a dream at all or, yeah, "dreaming" that I was being screwed and it was feeling good... and, nope, not dreaming.

I learned to expect the unexpected from my teenaged peers... and it's kinda reasonable to think that adult males would be more... open? about their intentions but, ah, not always and, as such, there's nothing more confusing than to wake up because there's a dick in your ass... and you didn't expect it at all. Or, yeah, not only would I wake up with the guy sucking my dick but in between sucking, he's talking to himself and saying that he couldn't resist it or asking to be forgiven for the sin he's in the middle of committing.

And I'm lying there, getting raided big time - and enjoying it... but asking myself, "Why didn't he just say this was what he wanted to do?" I got it into my head that with some guys, eh, maybe it was just "easier" for them to just do it because saying something about it was too difficult for them or, something that was probably more realistic, they woke up horny and I'm in bed with them and asleep... but I also wondered if it ever dawned on them that, at some point, I was going to wake up?

Most guys would apologize for the midnight raid... but some guys wouldn't, well, until they finished raiding me. I think I've heard just about every excuse for why they thought having some kind of sex with me at zero dark thirty was a good idea up to and including blaming it on the alcohol in some rare situations. Now, to be for real about it, getting awakened like this didn't piss me off or anything like that; if anything, I had to learn to not wake up and start throwing punches given my martial arts training and, yeah, early on, I wound up having to apologize for doing something like that and explaining that I don't react well to being surprised.

And, yeah, sometimes, it was even more fun to just lie there and let him do whatever he was doing... and letting him think that I had no idea what was going on... so I could tell them, when they got done, that I was awake the whole time. I mean, seriously: What makes you think that you're gonna be easing your dick in my ass and I wasn't going to know about it? Again, did it cross your mind, as you were sucking on my dick, that at some point I was going to wake up?[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]If I've learned nothing else about being a bisexual male, it's that you never know where your next helping of dick is going to come from. It's one thing to find out in some way that a guy is interested in doing something... and something else to get blindsided and especially when you have no reason to think that something like this will happen and, yeah, from the "last guy" you know or don't think would be down for something.

I've spent nights and weekends with guys who, before the lights went out, I would have bet my last dollar wasn't interested in having sex with other guys. No indications, no hints, no clue at all and that would be fine and dandy but, eh, depending on the guy and how I felt about him, sometimes disappointing since, yeah, it would be nice if he was interested.

I've laid in bed with such guys and quite a few times, I've been awakened by him sucking my dick or trying to shove his cock into my ass and I had to learn not to wake up and ask, "What are you doing?" when, uh, duh, it's pretty clear what he's doing but the knee-jerk reaction is normal when the guy doing a midnight raid on you is, again, the last guy you'd suspect of doing such a thing.

I learned to fake like I was still asleep which is pretty hard to do when the guy was going to town on my dick or he's humping away with his boner pressed against my hole or, like this one time, the guy managed to use something to make everything slippery and I woke up to the delicious sensations of a dick sliding in and out of my ass. I learned that it was... easier to just let him do whatever he was doing and not do or say anything that would cause him to stop but, uh-huh, at some point, he'd find out that I was awake and, sometimes, things would get awkward and embarrassing, well, at least for him.

Sometimes I'd wake up in the middle of the night to find the guy I'm sharing a bed with spooning me... and his erection is pressed against my backside and now I'm trying to find out if he's really asleep or faking it and if he was truly out like a light, well, shit! Now I'm lying there trying not to move because I like feeling his hardness against my ass and, yeah, wishing he'd wake up and at least try to stick it in me.

One night, the guy I was spending the night with woke me up by sucking me and he was just going for it and it was almost impossible to keep acting like I was still asleep and he finally realized that I was awake; he stopped sucking me, our eyes locked, and I said, "You might as well keep going..." He was so embarrassed and after having been subjected to many midnight raids, I was able to not laugh at him as he explained that he didn't know why he got the urge to suck my dick and, as another guy had said, "I didn't mean to but I couldn't help it!"

After letting him know that it was okay for him to suck my dick - and now that I was awake, I was going to suck his - we spent almost the rest of the night sucking each other off and in between recharging, talking about why he didn't even mention that he was interested in this. His answer was, "I was afraid you'd say no."[/SIZE][/FONT]