[COLOR=#000000][FONT=interstate] The first time I ever tasted cum was somewhat inadvertent, so this is a little story about an event with my second wife, Jean (aka Babs!). At the time, I had had no experiences or inclinations towards being bisexual, but sexual adventure and exploration were always on the menu with Jean. This turned out to be a powerful, defining moment in our 14 year relationship as well as the very beginnings of my bisexuality. [/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=interstate] This event happened sometime in August of '86, a little over a month after Jean and I had started seeing each other. We had been playing in a rock band together for almost a year.Jean was 22 and I was 25 and at the time, my divorce from my first wife, Sherry, had been final for about 2 months and Jean had been out of a relationship for about 3 months. We had both seen other people during that time so, while Jean and I were both very much into each other and continuing seeing each other, we talked a lot and in particular, about not being too exclusive, especially sexually. Neither of us were ready to jump back into a heavy relationship. Being band mates had also given us the ability to talk more openly and casually than either of us had with anyone else. Between my night time regular job, her daytime regular job, and the band, we got to see each other only about once a week. I lived in an apartment complex with the pool/clubhouse/laundry room next to my building. Since she lived with her mom a few blocks from my apartment, on her days off from work, she would come over and do her laundry while she laid out by the pool, then later we would have dinner or whatever before I had to go to work.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=interstate] On this particular day, I had had a few errands to run during the day and left before she got there. When I got back late in the afternoon, she had let herself into my apartment and was sitting on the couch in her bathing suit. I sat next to her and we talked about how our day had been. Eventually, I got around to asking if she had done any laundry. She grinned big and said no but she had used the washer in the laundry. My very puzzled look made her burst out laughing. She said she had been laying out by the pool and a guy she had known in school walked by and they started talking. Apparently, his aunt lived in the complex and he had been visiting her. Jean told me she had always wanted to fuck him so she steered the conversation toward sex. She said, "I couldn't take him to my place since my mom was there and I didn't want to bring him up here because that would just be rude, so I had him sit on one of the washers while I sucked his cock and he had me lean against it while he fucked me from behind."[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=interstate] Actually her statement made me laugh and I told her she was lucky some little old lady didn't catch her and her friend. I thanked her for sharing such intimate details about her sexual adventures and asked if he lived up to expectations. She said, "well, yes and no...he had a really nice cock but he didn't use it all that well and the situation was way less than perfect...it was fun but I didn't get off and I'm even hornier now than I was." It took just a few seconds for us to pull what clothes we had off at that point. After a few minutes of petting on the couch, I got down on the floor between her legs and started kissing her inner thighs. As I got closer to her pussy, she grabbed my hair and pulled my head up a little. She had very peculiar grin on her face and asked, "Are you sure you want to do that?" Without really thinking about why she was asking me that, I simply said yes and dove into licking her pussy. I noticed that she did taste and smell a bit different and that she was wetter than she usually was, but it still didn't register to me why. Through her moaning, as she started getting close to cumming, she said, "its so fucking erotic that you're licking me after I got fucked."...That is when it finally registered in my brain what was going on and that I was tasting that guy's cum. It not only didn't bother me but it actually turned me on enormously. I didn't say anything, but I did moan probably loud enough for her to hear as I continued licking her, a bit more intensely. We didn't say anything about it when I was fucking her, but I know she caught on to the implications of my actions and arousal. Even if I didn't understand or really think about why I was so aroused she did, and she told me years later that that moment was for her, a defining moment in our relationship.[/FONT][/COLOR]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]With my young peers - and after a while - I just felt it was unnecessary to rassle since we both knew what we wanted to do to each other but I understood the role rassling played in this. It was, in a way, about strength of mind and body, wanting to dominate and/or to be submitted. One guy told me that losing in rassling really excited him but also pushed him to be more determined not to "lose" so much while another guy told me that he'd sometimes cum in his underwear while making the other guy submit. I'd still ask some guys, "We both know we wanna do it to each other so why rassle?" and they'd tell me me that rassling just made the sex better - and I couldn't really disagree with that. It really does get the juices flowing and made our dicks so hard and ready that it wasn't funny. Even with guys you didn't know all that well, you knew what time it was when you'd have them on their back... and they'd wrap their legs around you while moving under you like they were trying to escape - and they weren't; they were giving you a very clear hint about what they really wanted to do. Let's stop playing around. Let's take off our pants and underwear and since I'm on the bottom, suck my dick and then put your dick in my ass and shoot your sperm into me... then we can trade places. Sometimes, though, some guys weren't interested in trading places one bit. They'd want to lose so they could suck your dick and take it in their ass and as many times as you were able to do it. Or, as one guy told me, "I love losing to you..." I understood it because I often liked losing, too. It was a game we played that had deeper intent than who was stronger and who wasn't and in this game, there were no "sore losers" other than dicks and assholes being made sore from repeated use...[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]My growing skills at judo made it hard for other guys to beat me and to me, it felt like cheating and, indeed, before some rassling matches, some guys would tell me not to use that "karate stuff" on them because it didn't give them a fair chance for them to "make" me suck their dick or "make" me submit to being fucked. And, yeah - a lot of times, I'd "lose" on purpose, not just to do what the winner wanted but it also gave them a chance to save face and more so when they knew they couldn't out-wrestle me and even if they were actually stronger than I was. "You could have beat me and gone first," one guy told me as he was driving his dick in and out of my ass. "I know... but I wanted you to do it me," I said as I humped back against him. Yep - it was really that easy. The guy I'd wind up falling in love with? He used the rassling thing to make his intentions known and the bad part is that his intentions went right over my head! I couldn't figure out why this skinny, red-headed guy would want to wrestle with a judo and karate black belt and, yeah, it still embarrasses me that I didn't pick up a clue about his intentions even though I was very aware that when we wrestled, his dick was very, very hard the whole time. When he finally told me why, gods, I was so embarrassed to learn that I missed every hint and clue he was giving me even though I also had to admit that I hadn't had sex initiated like this in a long time. "You could have just told me," I said to him. "You might have said no," he said. "I might have... but you still could have just asked; I haven't done this since I was like 12 or 13!" Still, it set the stage for the two of to, um, wrestle without any clothes on and my new boyfriend and lover did, on occasion, liked it rough and enjoyed me manhandling him and making him submit to having my dick deep in his throat and/or buried to the hilt in his ass.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]This kind of faking the funk was pretty common and would sometime happen in the form of a dare: If I can pin you, I'm gonna do it to you but if you can pin me, you can do it to me. In this case, the tussling would be... vigorous and, depending on the other guy, not so much; some guys would deliberately let themselves be pinned so the winner could have his way with him. Sometime the dare would be about sucking dick and tussling would be all about not only the test of strength it was but who'd get to suck dick first and, again, some guys wouldn't put up much of a fight and let the other guy win so he could get his dick sucked... first. Sometimes it was a code phrase to hear, "You wanna rassle?" I don't know if adults ever picked up on this - and, in later years I was of a mind that they did - but it was again the perfect cover and excuse to be in such close physical contact and, if nothing else, feel each other's hard dicks rubbing on the good spots. If adults were aware of us tussling - and, again, I thought they figured out what we were really doing - they'd come tell us, "You boys cut that out or take it outside!" One father came to fuss at us for making a lot of noise rassling; he walked in, saw his son kinda humping me, and said, "You boys better not be doing what I think you're doing!" Of course, we said, "We're just rassling!" and his dad gave us the stink eye, a clear clue that he didn't believe a word of what we said - then told us to go outside and play... another code phrase we came to understand to mean that if you're gonna have sex with each other, do it where we can't see you doing it because if we see you, well, it wasn't hard to figure out what was gonna happen. For a lot of us, the pretense of wrestling really wasn't needed; if we wanted to do it, we'd just say that we did then go somewhere to do it to each other. For other guys, it was like rassling was a "must" to, I'd say, really get them in the mood and without the embarrassment of just asking the other guy to do it to you or the often unspoken thing that said if you "beat" me, as the loser, I have to suck your dick or give you my ass to fuck - whichever you, as the winner, preferred.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]It was the easiest way to find out what guys were interested in it and who wasn't; it was a way to get a cheap thrill even if nothing else happened. I was wrestling with a guy - really practicing my judo on him - and I was having fun tossing him around and pinning him, getting a kick out of him struggling to escape when, in a moment where I had him in a full-body press, he whispered in my ear, "I want you to do it to me... right now..." But I knew he'd want to given how much he had been humping against me as we tussled. I just took his pants and underwear off, got between his legs, and pushed my boner into him; he groaned and whispered, "This is what I wanted to do in the first place!" I whispered back, "Why didn't you just say so?" - but I knew why because you also found out that, sometimes, just asking a guy to do it with you could get you punched in the face. He didn't answer - and he didn't have to. I fucked him and came inside him; I pulled out and laid on my stomach and said, Your turn..." The feeling of his dick pushing into me was heavenly and made a bit easier because we were both very sweaty; I felt dreamy and even a lot like a girl; I was even whispering over and over, "Do it to me... do it to me..." until he yelped that he was gonna do it - then followed by feeling his prick twitching inside me as he shot his stuff.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]One of the things I learned about guys is that some tended to hide their interest in sex under the guise of roughhousing and wrestling which was the perfect "excuse" to be in close physical contact with another guy and being in a position to be on top of the guy... or have a guy moving around on top of you and with little thought about actually pinning you down and making you say, "Uncle!" I guess that in a way, it was... easier or more covert than coming right out and asking a guy, "Hey, do you wanna do it with me?" Sometimes, you just didn't know if a guy was into it and you might not want to come out and ask him... but getting into some tussling? If nothing else, the physical exertion would get dicks very hard and I quickly learned not to be all that surprised to find a guy "secretly" humping me or feeling his erection pressing against me in just the right places. I even learned not to ask the stupid question of, "What are you doing?" because I knew what they were doing and I knew why they were doing it. I started practicing and studying judo literally two week after experiencing dick for the first time so I learned a lot about taking someone down... and holding them down for as long as I wanted to; I also knew how to escape from being held down but, um, yeah, when a guy and I were rassling and he was holding me down - and because I let him - and I could feel his hardness rubbing against my crotch or my ass, I didn't have a problem just going with it and more so when, a lot of times, we'd wind up doing it for real... unless the other guy came during the tussling and now he's embarrassed and even a little out of the game. In this, I'd act... innocent and ask him what was wrong... when it was clear to see what was wrong and as indicated by the growing wet spot in the front of his pants.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[QUOTE=Ebonybifemme7;343768]I used to meet guys/girls in the early 2000s before dating apps came out. It was mostly just now non existent and unpopular social networking sites and yahoo chat rooms. Some guys I even gave head too. I used to play with women's breast and let them have playtime with me (sex toys sex vids kissing touching ass slapping). I miss those days. Since 2010 things have really changed. Im getting deeper into webcam modeling and camming especially with people from other countries. I'm too paranoid of sex trafficking and being pimped or something worse happening. I'm happy that I was safe back then and I didn't get an STD. I always had condoms and morning after pills. I understand it's different for men because guys need sex more than women.[/QUOTE]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Still, it was an amazing thing to learn how to do; guys appreciated you more when you could make all of their cock disappear and even hold it there for long moments; they appreciated it more if I could make it disappear at the moment they started to cum and sometimes I would... if I felt like it; otherwise, they'd start to cum and I'd back off and leave just enough of their dick in my mouth so I could taste their spunk and swallow it easier. Found out that some guys didn't want their dick to vanish like that because for them, it made them cum way before they wanted to and, um, sometimes they'd tell me not to do that... and I'd do it anyway because in my mind, the pleasure of sucking his dick and making him cum wasn't just his alone and I had way too many cock sucking experiences not to know about - and understand - the sheer pleasure I got from sucking on a guy's dick. Sometimes I'd be sucking a guy's cock and know that he's thinking that I'm doing this to make him feel good... but knowing that I wasn't. Maybe before I learned how to go deep that was true... but for me, well, that changed but, okay - if he thought I was eating his dick for his pleasure alone, he was free to think that... but I knew the truth of things. Being able to eat a whole dick is always a challenge and one I rarely fail to accept and, yeah, maybe it's because I'm "arrogant" enough to believe that there isn't a dick I can't suck and not that many I can make completely disappear. But I'm guilty with a reason because I did, somehow, managed to completely swallow a measured 13" dick. It wasn't easy and my throat was very sore days afterward but, yeah, I did it and it surprised the shit out of the guy... and surprised me, too. So, yeah - I have a reason for thinking the way I do about it because if I could make that dick disappear... but in the doing, yeah, I was reminded that just because you can do it doesn't mean that you should.[/SIZE][/FONT]