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Definition of Bi?Almost thirty years ago, during my senior year in college, I went to a professor’s home for a steak dinner. A lot of us had been there before–women and men–and nothing odd had ever happened. On the Saturday I am recalling, no other students showed up. “You can have four steaks tonight if you want,” he said. “The others all called in with excuses.” A flash of suspicion washed through me, but what the hell? Herb served shots of Kahlua as well as beer and it seemed to me that he was trying to get me drunk. It occurred to me that I might soon be getting a blow job. That interested me. I was horny as hell, but I didn’t want to give the impression that I approved of homosexuality. That was looked down upon in that era. At two AM Herb made his move. “I can’t let you drive back to your dorm. You can sleep here and go back in the morning.” I stripped down to my boxers, got into his bed–the only bed–and feigned sleepiness. isveçbahis He offered to rub my back and soon was straddling my legs and rubbing up and down, with his fingers wrapping around toward my front. My hardness encouraged him and soon he was touching my cock. In a surprise instant, he flipped me around and started kissing me. I pulled away and reversed my orientation so he could suck my cock. Trouble was, my face was looking at his cock. Without thinking, I took it in my mouth. It seemed completely okay. One second I was straight; the next I was a cocksucker. It felt absolutely great. Instinct guided me. No longer caring to have my own cock sucked, I moved around so I could work from my knees between his legs. It was as good as any make-out session I’d ever had with a girl. He was moaning and soon he was about to cum. The idea of taking his load in my mouth was absolutely taboo, but I told him to go ahead. I definitely wanted isveçbahis giriş to get him off. “Here I cum,” he grunted. I blocked the ejaculate by squeezing his cock. I held my pinch until his spasms stopped, then I removed my mouth and let go. A stream of cum spilled out onto my hands and on the bed. I knew right then and there that I wished it had been in my mouth. Something interesting had happened. I’d been intimately involved but I’d missed out on the main event. I went to the sink to rinse and wash my hands. I spit about ten times to make myself pure again, and the rest of the night became a blur of embarrassment and confusion and silence. There was nothing to say. Three decades of straightness later, I had never stopped wishing I’d swallowed that cum. I’d tasted my own. I have kissed women after they sucked me off. I’ve jacked off in an inverted position and shot my own warm sperm into my mouth. I enjoyed that but didn’t isveçbahis yeni giriş like pumping cum into my hand and then transferring it to my mouth. A year ago I joined an adult sex website. I had no idea that such a thing existed. My girlfriend lived in a different city, so she didn’t have to know. Moreover, and I lied in my profile and never posted a photo. This was my secret. My first adventure was a series of chats and phone calls with a school teacher. She spotted me as curious guy and opened up about how she was using the site.On the weekends when she didn’t have her kids, she’d set up two rendezvous on Friday and four or five on Saturday and Sunday. She did whatever they wanted. One guy, she explained, just wanted to lie in bed and hug her. They didn’t even get naked. Other guys fucked her wildly. A couple of guys took her to dinner and treated her like a date. Her plan was to keep that schedule going for a year and then never do it again. She said she would stop on a dime if a serious relationship came along, but she wasn’t expecting that. When I asked if she wanted to meet me, she wondered why I hadn’t asked sooner. For one thing, I’d seen her picture.