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All my life I have been bi-sexual and never knew it until the year I turned 25, spring 1998. Now don't get me wrong, despite begin completely fixated with big tits, round asses, and pussy, I had had my fair share of being fascinated with cock too, but mostly my own. My cock interested and confused me since the day it began growing hair on it, but that's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about those short little flare ups of mystical curiosity that made me question the mysteries of sexuality every boy goes through. Like the day our neighbor rushed over to our house before school barely able to contain himself. He bust through the door demanding I go and retrieve my mother's bottle of Skin so Soft and bring it into our living room. He acted as if, just the night before he had made the biggest discovery any of us had ever known as he took the skin lotion from my hands, pulled down his underwear and pants and performed what I consider to this day as the greatest reveal I have ever witnessed. Up until then I had no idea that a penis was capable of sticking straight out in that position, all mine had ever done was hang there. Was it 'magic' I thought, no. Was it 'strings', I looked close and thought no. Then my buddy pored a little of the clear, slippery lotion on his penis, wrapped his hand around it and began slowly massaging it. I couldn't take my eyes off it. It was so big, the biggest one I had ever seen. It had veins running along both sides, a big mushroom shaped head and it obviously felt good to him, at least a lot better than when I had played with mine. Soon my neighbors knees buckled, his eyes closed and he fell backwards onto our couch. This was a view unlike anything I had ever seen and I loved it. The bottom of his shaft was ridged, rippled, and glistening in the light from the lotion as he pumped his fist up and down. I was so envious of his penis and wished mine looked like his. Then I grew down right jealous when he moaned even louder, started to twitch, quickly and said, "Watch this.", and began shooting white fluid out of his penis high into the air. Twitching more wildly and groaning more loudly with every shot until he was finished and his hand slowed to a stop.
I don't remember what I said, but I do remember thinking and feeling an overwhelming sense of "WOW" at what I just saw. Which was quickly followed by my brother's elbow being jabbed into my ribs who said, "Aw, don't act so impressed. He ain't doing nothing but jacking-off. Hell, that ain't nothing new, I've been jacking-off for almost a whole year."
I couldn't believe I had to go to school after that. It was all I thought about, not a second of that day didn't pass without the image of my neighbor's hard penis flashing in my head. That was April 18,1984, the day I raced home from school and jacked-off for the first time and I've been jacking-off ever since. I'll be honest, in the beginning I didn't know to much about what I was doing. I got better at it as I aged but that first lesson stuck close to me. I've even fantasized about it many times, relieving it over and over again in my head throughout the years and I'm not ashamed to say mostly while jerking myself off, then often wondering when I finished if my old neighbor boy buddy would've been proud of my performance.
But that moment, as influential as it was didn't consume me. It was just one of hundreds of moments we experience as we progress. Like my first porn magazine, first porn movie, first kiss, first blow job, or first fuck, all extremely important, events that make you a man, but these events lend no insight into just what kind of man you will become, at least that's the way it worked out for me. Like the time I joined the Navy and showered with other men for the first time. That first night at boot camp I didn't give it to much thought. I was to tired or to scared to care. But by day two, I started noticing these other slabs of meat hanging from the pelvic region of my fellow shipmates and I found them all just as intriguing and exciting as the neighbor boy who taught me that a penis was to be used for way more than just peeing out of. None us All-American boys would've ever admitted it, but we spent our entire shower time checking each others cocks out. We kept our eyes moving, but we noticed the size, shape, length, width, color, circumcised and uncircumcised penis of every man in the barracks. At least I did anyway, and I caught more than a few make eye-contact with my cock a full three or four seconds before moving on. Sometimes longer if they saw me giving my cock and balls a good lathering up, which always made me instinctively reward their admiration with a few soapy strokes of my dick before their gaze moved on. There wasn't much showering with others after boot camp, but barracks life had ways of making up for it. Like when the boys got drunk and bet on the biggest dick. We'd whip our soft dicks out and try to measure, but ultimately one of us would claim only a hard cock could be measured fairly and start jacking-off. I couldn't speak for the others, but this always took me back to my living room so long ago and now my cock wanted to join in to and before I knew it I'd be jacking-off too, and it wouldn't be long before we were all displaying our stiff manhood's side by side. With one guy in the group not being able to stop himself and cumming right in front of all of us. He was usually picked on, called a fag, but later that night the image of his orgasm would be the one playing frame by frame in my mind as I finished jacking-off alone in my bunk, and I'm certain looking back that my memories were correct when I say I recall nothing but silence from the crowd and every one of us boys intently watching the one who let it fly, shoot his cum, as if saving the mans public orgasm into our memory banks for later use and waiting for it to completely stop before his hazing began.
I was discharged from the Navy a few years later, but stayed in Seattle with my girlfriend until we broke up. She claimed I had lost all sexual desires, so she found someone else who still had his and I moved home to Florida. The town I lived in hadn't changed much, but there were a few new businesses. One of those few happened to be a gym that recently opened and was offering a free workout to drum up business so I went in. When I walked in there was a young, tan individual standing in front of a wall to wall mirror flexing his muscle. There was an even larger African-American man standing next him offering advice on how to hold the pose and how best to transition into the next. Granted this wasn't a stiff dick being jacked-off in front of me, but it did catch my eye and I gazed on for a minute or two when I suddenly realized that the man posing was an old high school buddy of mine named Jim. I called out to him, we got to talking, and before I knew it we were working out together. We talked for the entire three hours non-stop catching up with each other. He tells me that he's an amateur bodybuilder now, he has a contest in West Palm Beach in a couple of days and ask me if I'd like to go with him. I acted like I wasn't sure and I wasn't, all I knew was that I felt uncomfortable with the invitation. What I didn't know was why, but I was pretty certain it had something to do with how attractive I thought he looked and how sexual he made me feel.
A few days later Jim and I drove 3 hours to West Palm Beach in an old '76 burnt orange Ford Bronco. It was only May but the Florida heat had beads of sweat rolling off us both. He wore a pair of bicycle shorts that hugged his cock tightly and the increasing sweat created an even more detailed image of his dick laid against the inner thigh of his left leg. I tried not to look at it but I couldn't get the bulge out of my peripheral vision which drew my eyes back to it again and again. I employed tactics I learned in boot camp to hide the fact that I was checking out his cock, but I think he knew I was looking. His cock throbbed, then throbbed again like he was squeezing his pelvic muscles every time he caught my eyes darting toward his cock. Then my heart skipped a beat when my own cock throbbed hard, lifting my loose fitting shorts up quickly and I could feel my own cock beginning to swell.
Grateful to have saved myself anymore embarrassment I let out a sigh of relief when we reached our hotel room. I plopped down on the bed closest to the air conditioner and let the cool air blow against my skin. Jim said he had to be down stairs in two hours to weigh in and wanted to jump in the shower before he did. As I laid there alone I kept telling myself what I had been experiencing was all in my head, and by the time I heard Jim shut the water off I think I almost had myself convinced of it.
Jim walked out of the bathroom wearing a snug dark purple bikini bottom and nothing else. His cock and balls filled out the front of them as he struck a pose and asked me, "What do you think?"
I couldn't believe it when I said, "I think it's impossible to stop staring at your cock in that."
Jim grinned and replied, "Let's hope the judges feel the same as you.", he held out a razor and added, "Could you please shave my lower back, I can't see back there and I can't afford to miss anything."
I walked over, sat on the edge of the other bed, pulled his bottoms down slightly and began. I could get a stroke in, maybe two before the fabric would flip up to its original position. After a couple of attempts at this out of frustration I said, "This would probably work better if you just take these fucking bikini bottoms off."
Jim turned around, his cock sticking right in my face and asked, "I still have liquid tan wet on my hands, do mind removing them for me so I don't ruin the fabric?"
My dick began pulsating as I reached up, curled my fingers under the cloth and began slowly pulling his bottoms down. The front of my shorts were bouncing up and down with every heart beat as my cock started swelling and growing long. Jim stared down, I knew he could see my hard-on growing larger and larger but now I didn't care. By the time I pulled his bottoms past the head and his cock and his dick bobbed up and down my shorts had a strong hard tent pole sticking up in them. That's when it hit me like a ton of bricks. Men are extremely sexual beings. That's why my neighbor jacked-off in front of me, to show me how sexually virile he was. That's why we checked each other out in boot camp, why we measured our dicks, and why I enjoyed watching porn. I loved women, but I love cock too and it was now clear to me that it was perfectly natural to do so.
Jim took a step back and said, "This part might go easier if you take your bottoms off as well."
As I pulled my pants off Jim's dick began to rise to attention as well. I tossed my shorts aside as he stepped closer and said, "Open wide."
I felt Jim's hot, throbbing cock penetrate my lips, tasted his flesh against my tongue and began stroking his cock with my wet mouth. I licked his shaft, sucked and cupped his balls until he moaned and his pleasure made me want to devour him even more. I gave his cock the attention I wanted given to my own, feeling quite satisfied to feel him clench a tuff of hair on top of my head and hear him groan, "I'm gonna cum.", which made me suck him off even harder. The first shot of cum to the back of my throat was a hot, salty surprise, but I didn't choke and managed to swallow it down. The second and third wads of cum came with the same force, but tasted better and went down as easily as oysters. The fourth shot of cum was weaker so I focused my suction on the head of his dick until his entire body began to shake. I had made the greatest discovery since jacking-off itself and I wasn't about to let up. It wasn't until Jim couldn't take anymore and pulled me off before I stopped. We started laughing and Jim said, "Damn, I think you just brought me down in weight class. Where the hell did you learn that."
I smiled and answered, "I think every guy alive knows it. It's learning to let it loose."
I don't remember what I said, but I do remember thinking and feeling an overwhelming sense of "WOW" at what I just saw. Which was quickly followed by my brother's elbow being jabbed into my ribs who said, "Aw, don't act so impressed. He ain't doing nothing but jacking-off. Hell, that ain't nothing new, I've been jacking-off for almost a whole year."
I couldn't believe I had to go to school after that. It was all I thought about, not a second of that day didn't pass without the image of my neighbor's hard penis flashing in my head. That was April 18,1984, the day I raced home from school and jacked-off for the first time and I've been jacking-off ever since. I'll be honest, in the beginning I didn't know to much about what I was doing. I got better at it as I aged but that first lesson stuck close to me. I've even fantasized about it many times, relieving it over and over again in my head throughout the years and I'm not ashamed to say mostly while jerking myself off, then often wondering when I finished if my old neighbor boy buddy would've been proud of my performance.
But that moment, as influential as it was didn't consume me. It was just one of hundreds of moments we experience as we progress. Like my first porn magazine, first porn movie, first kiss, first blow job, or first fuck, all extremely important, events that make you a man, but these events lend no insight into just what kind of man you will become, at least that's the way it worked out for me. Like the time I joined the Navy and showered with other men for the first time. That first night at boot camp I didn't give it to much thought. I was to tired or to scared to care. But by day two, I started noticing these other slabs of meat hanging from the pelvic region of my fellow shipmates and I found them all just as intriguing and exciting as the neighbor boy who taught me that a penis was to be used for way more than just peeing out of. None us All-American boys would've ever admitted it, but we spent our entire shower time checking each others cocks out. We kept our eyes moving, but we noticed the size, shape, length, width, color, circumcised and uncircumcised penis of every man in the barracks. At least I did anyway, and I caught more than a few make eye-contact with my cock a full three or four seconds before moving on. Sometimes longer if they saw me giving my cock and balls a good lathering up, which always made me instinctively reward their admiration with a few soapy strokes of my dick before their gaze moved on. There wasn't much showering with others after boot camp, but barracks life had ways of making up for it. Like when the boys got drunk and bet on the biggest dick. We'd whip our soft dicks out and try to measure, but ultimately one of us would claim only a hard cock could be measured fairly and start jacking-off. I couldn't speak for the others, but this always took me back to my living room so long ago and now my cock wanted to join in to and before I knew it I'd be jacking-off too, and it wouldn't be long before we were all displaying our stiff manhood's side by side. With one guy in the group not being able to stop himself and cumming right in front of all of us. He was usually picked on, called a fag, but later that night the image of his orgasm would be the one playing frame by frame in my mind as I finished jacking-off alone in my bunk, and I'm certain looking back that my memories were correct when I say I recall nothing but silence from the crowd and every one of us boys intently watching the one who let it fly, shoot his cum, as if saving the mans public orgasm into our memory banks for later use and waiting for it to completely stop before his hazing began.
I was discharged from the Navy a few years later, but stayed in Seattle with my girlfriend until we broke up. She claimed I had lost all sexual desires, so she found someone else who still had his and I moved home to Florida. The town I lived in hadn't changed much, but there were a few new businesses. One of those few happened to be a gym that recently opened and was offering a free workout to drum up business so I went in. When I walked in there was a young, tan individual standing in front of a wall to wall mirror flexing his muscle. There was an even larger African-American man standing next him offering advice on how to hold the pose and how best to transition into the next. Granted this wasn't a stiff dick being jacked-off in front of me, but it did catch my eye and I gazed on for a minute or two when I suddenly realized that the man posing was an old high school buddy of mine named Jim. I called out to him, we got to talking, and before I knew it we were working out together. We talked for the entire three hours non-stop catching up with each other. He tells me that he's an amateur bodybuilder now, he has a contest in West Palm Beach in a couple of days and ask me if I'd like to go with him. I acted like I wasn't sure and I wasn't, all I knew was that I felt uncomfortable with the invitation. What I didn't know was why, but I was pretty certain it had something to do with how attractive I thought he looked and how sexual he made me feel.
A few days later Jim and I drove 3 hours to West Palm Beach in an old '76 burnt orange Ford Bronco. It was only May but the Florida heat had beads of sweat rolling off us both. He wore a pair of bicycle shorts that hugged his cock tightly and the increasing sweat created an even more detailed image of his dick laid against the inner thigh of his left leg. I tried not to look at it but I couldn't get the bulge out of my peripheral vision which drew my eyes back to it again and again. I employed tactics I learned in boot camp to hide the fact that I was checking out his cock, but I think he knew I was looking. His cock throbbed, then throbbed again like he was squeezing his pelvic muscles every time he caught my eyes darting toward his cock. Then my heart skipped a beat when my own cock throbbed hard, lifting my loose fitting shorts up quickly and I could feel my own cock beginning to swell.
Grateful to have saved myself anymore embarrassment I let out a sigh of relief when we reached our hotel room. I plopped down on the bed closest to the air conditioner and let the cool air blow against my skin. Jim said he had to be down stairs in two hours to weigh in and wanted to jump in the shower before he did. As I laid there alone I kept telling myself what I had been experiencing was all in my head, and by the time I heard Jim shut the water off I think I almost had myself convinced of it.
Jim walked out of the bathroom wearing a snug dark purple bikini bottom and nothing else. His cock and balls filled out the front of them as he struck a pose and asked me, "What do you think?"
I couldn't believe it when I said, "I think it's impossible to stop staring at your cock in that."
Jim grinned and replied, "Let's hope the judges feel the same as you.", he held out a razor and added, "Could you please shave my lower back, I can't see back there and I can't afford to miss anything."
I walked over, sat on the edge of the other bed, pulled his bottoms down slightly and began. I could get a stroke in, maybe two before the fabric would flip up to its original position. After a couple of attempts at this out of frustration I said, "This would probably work better if you just take these fucking bikini bottoms off."
Jim turned around, his cock sticking right in my face and asked, "I still have liquid tan wet on my hands, do mind removing them for me so I don't ruin the fabric?"
My dick began pulsating as I reached up, curled my fingers under the cloth and began slowly pulling his bottoms down. The front of my shorts were bouncing up and down with every heart beat as my cock started swelling and growing long. Jim stared down, I knew he could see my hard-on growing larger and larger but now I didn't care. By the time I pulled his bottoms past the head and his cock and his dick bobbed up and down my shorts had a strong hard tent pole sticking up in them. That's when it hit me like a ton of bricks. Men are extremely sexual beings. That's why my neighbor jacked-off in front of me, to show me how sexually virile he was. That's why we checked each other out in boot camp, why we measured our dicks, and why I enjoyed watching porn. I loved women, but I love cock too and it was now clear to me that it was perfectly natural to do so.
Jim took a step back and said, "This part might go easier if you take your bottoms off as well."
As I pulled my pants off Jim's dick began to rise to attention as well. I tossed my shorts aside as he stepped closer and said, "Open wide."
I felt Jim's hot, throbbing cock penetrate my lips, tasted his flesh against my tongue and began stroking his cock with my wet mouth. I licked his shaft, sucked and cupped his balls until he moaned and his pleasure made me want to devour him even more. I gave his cock the attention I wanted given to my own, feeling quite satisfied to feel him clench a tuff of hair on top of my head and hear him groan, "I'm gonna cum.", which made me suck him off even harder. The first shot of cum to the back of my throat was a hot, salty surprise, but I didn't choke and managed to swallow it down. The second and third wads of cum came with the same force, but tasted better and went down as easily as oysters. The fourth shot of cum was weaker so I focused my suction on the head of his dick until his entire body began to shake. I had made the greatest discovery since jacking-off itself and I wasn't about to let up. It wasn't until Jim couldn't take anymore and pulled me off before I stopped. We started laughing and Jim said, "Damn, I think you just brought me down in weight class. Where the hell did you learn that."
I smiled and answered, "I think every guy alive knows it. It's learning to let it loose."
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