As the user name suggests, I'm a bisexual guy in my 40s.  I know there are a lot of people out there these days who consider themselves "bi".  It's so common that it rarely gets a second thought when someone mentions it these days.  I wonder if there have always been as many people with bi tendencies, or if it's just a sign of the times.  My experience started as a pre-teen.  I'd like to share it here in this blog.  I hope it doesn't bring judgement or offend anyone.  It's simply my experience and every word is true.

My first real sexual experience was with a boy when I was in elementary school, around the age of 11.  I let a cousin that we were living with at the time try to stick his penis in my ass.  It hurt so bad.  I had never felt anything that painful before.  He didn't even get it in but I couldn't handle it.  We both laughed it off, and never mentioned it again. 

The next time that I can remember was a little later at about 13.  This was with a neighbor who was a little younger.  I can't even remember how it came about; I just remember being in a vacant apartment in our neighborhood with me laying face down on an old mattress that he had set up (obviously he had done this before).  I had no idea what to expect.  I was both scared and excited at the same time.  I was afraid that it would hurt like the last time, but unlike the previous experience, this kid who was probably only about 12 years old himself spread my ass apart, got it all wet with spit, loosened me up a little with his finger before getting on top of me and sliding his cock inside my ass.  It did hurt at first because his cock was unbelieveably hard and skinny, and I guess by then he was really ready, so he didn't bother to go in slowly.  I don't know how long it lasted but he finished his business, got up and started laughing and ran out of the apartment.  Now my fear immediately turned from the experience of it all to "what did I just do" and "who is going to find out?"  It didn't take long for my fears to be realized because he couldn't wait to tell everybody about his conquest.  (For the young people out there, back then (the 70s) only the person who got fucked was considered to be a "punk" or "fag".)  He told his brothers, my brother and even some mutual friends about it.  Luckily, he had a reputation for not always telling the truth, so I was able to fend off the accusations as BS.  Most people believed me, but not everyone.  The proof of that came a couple of weeks later when his older brother came calling.  The experience was almost deja vu because he used the exact technique his brother had used.  It occured to me later that they probably compared notes about me later.  Thank goodness his brother was not the blabbing kind, but he did use it as leverage to come back for a second, third and even a fourth serving of my young tight ass.  This all happened to me before I even discovered masturbation.  After the experiences with the brothers, there were no other significant sexual experiences except for 1 or 2 other guys who had heard the rumor and wanted to see if it was true.  I wasn't about to let that happen.  There would have only been so much damage control I could have done.

Because I was still so young, I didn't realize the seed (no pun intended) that was being planted in me for the future.

More on that to follow in a later blog.