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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Okay. Brothers were doing each other; cousins seemed to be very gung-ho to get the dicks out and do something with them and, to me, this was pretty normal. Sisters were doing it to each other, getting done by brothers - again, pretty normal where and when I grew up...

But they had to learn it from somewhere... didn't they? We were, indeed, learning from each other but I could still remember talking to a brother and sister who were doing each other and they both said that they just figured it out on their own. They somehow knew how to hump and I thought that it's a good chance we're born knowing how to have sex but until we actually experience it, it sits back in the cut and waits.

And that was probably the thing responsible when I'd hear someone say that they didn't know what they were doing... but could do it just the same.

One of life's mysteries that I don't think I'll ever find the "real" answer to... or there's maybe really a lot of answers to this.
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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]To give you an idea of how big a disconnect this was in my mind, keep in mind that I'd been showing other kids how to do it all along. By the time I was a little past being ten - and not too long after my learning how to eat pussy event with my sister - I'd started to figure it out and more so when parents - at that time - were more of a mind to tell you not to do it.

So, clearly - and, duh - we were learning from each other - friends, siblings, other folks - but the thing that stuck in my mind was that even those people had a first time... someone either told them or showed them how to do it or was it possible that they just knew? Instinct?

Even being able to talk to others about how they got into sex didn't really answer the question. Sure, they had sex with someone for the first time but even they had no idea how the person they had sex with knew what and how to do it.

Eventually, I'd gathered a lot of stories of first time experiences, enough to settle with the thought that kids just learned how to have sex in a lot of different ways and, sometimes, they really did "just know" how to do it. Later on, I'd run into more grown up folks looking for their first experience and would be literally blown away to have a guy suck dick for the first time and it was as if he'd been doing it longer than I had. Girls, too; my girlfriend - who'd later become my wife - sucked dick for the first time with me and while I could tell it was her first time - very nervous at first - it was still like she'd known exactly how to do it.

I'd asked her how she knew... and she just shrugged and said that she felt that was the way to do it. And that was the story she stuck to going forward.
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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Somewhere in one of my more recent blogs I talked about how a friend of mine taught me how to masturbate and I've also talked about how and when I lost my cherry. Everything I was learning I just took in stride more or less but it didn't cross my mind to ask or even wonder how those who showed me some stuff even knew about it, let alone knew how to do it.

The girl who showed me how to fuck knew exactly what had to be done, from getting my little pecker hard enough to where it was supposed to go and, of course, how to move... but how did she know this? Later in my life, I assumed that she knew because someone had fucked her but then, via other experiences, maybe not. Back then, though, putting 2+2 together to get 4 just wasn't the way my young mind was working at the time.

Discovering that sex thing, as you might imagine, was one hell of a distraction and didn't apply itself to constructive thinking. Still...

A guy new to the neighborhood wanted to join our gang and I guess someone told him "the rules;" he happened to run across me and said he wanted to do what we were doing and could we go somewhere to do it and we did... and he was very good... but he said it was the first time he'd done it.

How did he know? Did someone tell him? He somehow saw it? When a lot of us discovered those dirty books, well, sure - you could read about all kinds of sex and it was very descriptive so maybe someone who "never did it" before learned how to do it that way?
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How many of you read Candy [IMG]https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/b/b0/Candy_1965_Paperback_Edition.jpg/200px-Candy_1965_Paperback_Edition.jpg[/IMG]?
I snagged a tattered copy from somewhere. I don't remember where. I beat my poor little pecker raw to that book. All those perversions and I came out normal! Well, I like to suck cock and have been married twice and had kids. What IS normal? I don't know how my mother never found that book. She found my "Beat Off" sock though! Just remembered...I hadn't even seen what a pussy looked like!

Since being separated from our work and family me and my buddy are self quarantined at my cabin up north. It goes without saying that I am getting lots of cock and cum. Feeling kinda kinky and naughty we carried on well into the night last night after some awesome anal sex and cream leaking from my ass we called a local friend who we play with once in a while and he was all up for coming out to the cabin . When he arrived he found me ass up cum covered and ready to take his manhood deep and hard. I felt so naughty and dirty just waiting for him to plow his dick deep and blow his load. And after he left I was still so fucking horny I needed fucked again, I got my buddy hard again and took my 3 rd load of the night.

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]So many similar beginnings; so many reasons; we're "the same" as bisexuals but beyond that? We're all so very different because our beginnings tend to dictate how we're going to be as bisexuals; it opens the door to other areas of sex that others keep locked and closed but, I think, equally important, our beginnings teach us so much about ourselves. As I heard of more beginnings, it made me feel... not so bad about the way I got introduced to dick, not that it really bothered me but, yeah - how many times did I think what I'd be like if I hadn't gotten grounded and made to stay in the house that day?

Accepting one's beginnings is just as important because if nothing else, you learn that once you do a thing, you can't ever undo it and for that reason alone, if one was feeling some kind of way about the way they got started, well, what's the point in being discomfited about it? Again, once it's done, it's done - forever. So listening to someone's beginnings would tell me just how comfortable they were with themselves and the way they began this journey.

Being able to hear of one's beginnings taught me something important, that having these feeling and desires are just normal and natural even though it defies the mandates that says otherwise. It put many things into perspective and, again, given how I got introduced to dick and, as a bit of an aside, it was something my protege and I were talking about last night. Many would think that I was molested and abused, that what happened to be had to be done against my will and I didn't know what I was about to get into... a few people believe when I said it wasn't molestation or abuse and really don't believe me when I'd say that, at the best, I had an inkling of it and because it was one of the things my parents - and other adults - would tell me not to do or ever think about it - and don't let some other guy talk you into doing it.

Beginnings do tell you something about yourself; it teaches you a lot of things that are often not easy to accept and once one gets much older, you see a difference in what you thought before you began your journey and what you think about it now. The adult version of myself, well, it doesn't like the way I got introduced and I can easily see how it could go very wrong... but I also have to admit that the younger version of myself honestly and truly didn't give a fuck about that. It was not only sex but the sex I knew I shouldn't be involved in and nothing - and I do mean nothing - will ever change the fact that it happened... and I loved every thing I experienced.

And, importantly, not to be ashamed of it. None of it. So, again, when I hear of one's beginnings, I can "see" if they're comfortable with it, if they feel any shame and, if they got started when they were young, how does the adult version of themselves feel about what their younger self did?

In this, everyone has a first time and I think it's important for one to never forget that because chances are good that one day, you're going to be giving someone their first time and carrying with you a knowledge of your own first time - and the first times for others - will go a long way to giving someone else their first experience because you know what can go right... and what could go horribly wrong - and that's to be avoided at all costs.
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[SIZE=3][FONT=verdana]Many guys I've talked to were sick and tired of the hassle of trying to get a woman to have sex with them or found themselves stuck with a woman who, let's say and for reasons of their own, lacked a sense of adventure when it came to sex. Older and married guys found themselves getting cut off from sex and while many of them would start an affair with another woman, they'd eventually find themselves being cut off again. A lot of guys "turned bi" simply because of women who wouldn't suck their dick or, if they did, would never get them off that way.

Some guys were literally curious: What's it like to have sex with another guy? What is it like to suck cock... and what is it like to - gasp - be fucked by another guy? And the need to have those questions answered compelled them to get the answers.

And the one main thing I learned in all the stories I've heard, there wasn't one guy who didn't know that there are men who will have sex with other men. I've had people tell me that going this way was the last thing on their mind or it was something they swore they would never do... then find themselves in a situation where doing the one thing they said they'd never do became the thing they [B]had[/B] to do.

Some folks were in the right place at the right time and sometimes, shit happened; blame it on the alcohol and all that. So many stories, so many beginnings and, for me, a picture began to emerge.

To be continued...
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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]As I've traveled along the path of bisexuality, I've been honored and privileged to have known how other people arrrived on the path. Indeed, when I get into a serious conversation with someone about it, one of the first things I ask about is how they got started, not just because I've been eternally curious about how others get started but how they get started tells me something about them and gives me some clues to where their head is about any of this.

I've heard so many stories about beginnings, some that I've felt was "par for the course" and a few that shocked even me, considering how I learned about dick. Some aren't comfortable talking about it, which is understandable because it's one thing to know that you like dick and how you came to like it but "public opinion" is often ruthless and ignorant that for some, going back to the beginning is something best kept to one's self.

What did you do? Who did you do it with? Why did you do it? It all tells a story about male bisexuality that few people really want to know about. I know that in my early days - and when I felt like I was the only one like this - when I started to find out how my friends got started, well, no - I'm not the only one but, importantly, we all didn't get put on the path in the same way.

Some have felt that it's not important how you got there; it doesn't matter since you're there... but it does matter since it's something that will make a major change in one's life and what they think about sex and how it relates to them. Some of my friends were "followers" in that, well, everyone else was doing it and they didn't want to get left out. Some were introduced in ways similar to my own, some via incest with a brother or other close relative, while some were feeling the pull in this direction and decided to let themselves be pulled and find out where they wind up. Many were introduced by a friend and, as such, convinced that it'll be okay if we play with each other's dick, suck them, and even try to fuck.
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