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No turning, you always were but that was the moment you came to the realization, or should I say cum to the realization!They turned me gay…..
Kinda similar to this. Always attracted to girls, then met a boy that I crushed on hard, it was really confusingMine was different I have known I wasn't straight from an early age, in my later teens I thought I was gay in fact and was only with guys not dating my 1st girl until my college years. I gave hand-jobs and blow-jobs to many guys until I finally figured out I was in fact both into girls and guys, now this was back in the 70's and being from a very strict Italian Catholic family my tendencies towards guys was very very well hidden from others. After I was with both guys & girls, again the girls were out in the open while the guys remained well from public view I mean it was different back then. A while before I met my wife I was strictly with girls and we married over 40 years ago with her not knowing of my bi side.
Ah where were you when I married, we could have both been so open. Just kidding you're way to young and pretty for an old guy, kudos for knowing and living your chosen lifestyle!Kinda similar to this. Always attracted to girls, then met a boy that I crushed on hard, it was really confusingfor a while. I still prefer women and have a gf but I have dated several guys.
Would love to hear from others on how they became bisexual.
I don't think anyone “becomes” bisexual. I think all bisexuals— maybe all people— are born that way. For some, it's a strong attraction from early on; for some it's a latent urge that they might get in touch with later in life, or some night when they're drink and their inhibitions are down, or (sadly) never at all.I didn't become bisexual I've always been bisexual
So glad mine became apparent when I was younger, I think although my wife doesn't know about it my determination to not give into it anymore, at least in real life, has given us almost 42 years of a good marriage!I don't think anyone “becomes” bisexual. I think all bisexuals— maybe all people— are born that way. For some, it's a strong attraction from early on; for some it's a latent urge that they might get in touch with later in life, or some night when they're drink and their inhibitions are down, or (sadly) never at all.
So I suspect what you're really asking is “When did you realize you were bisexual?”
Myself, I lived a weird life of cognitive dissonance. I started having dreams and then fantasies about having homosexual acts “done to” at an age when I was, presumably, too young to even know what sex was. I made my own dildo and started using it as a preadolescent. By my second of third year of high school, I was masturbating to full-blown homosexual and bisexual fantasies all the time. And yet through it all, I told myself “Yeah, but that's just fantasy. That's not who I really am.”
The denial was mostly from ¹social conditioning. I grew up in a time and a place where engaging in homosexual activity not only put you at risk of becoming a pariah, but quite literally put your life at risk. Some of it came from ²religion. Even though my parents were atheists, I was quite curious about religion, and read the Bible a lot. Definitely, a lot of it came from my ³family. There was a lot of machismo there. My parents sensed early on that something was “not quite right” about me, and tried from an early age to stamp it out. My older brother was very much a man's man, and my mother loved him for it. I didn't understand why she withheld her love from me— except I think I did, on some not-quite conscious level.
So anyway, I denied myself any activity with men, despite overwhelming urges, through two marriages, until my 40s. It's no wonder, with all the frustration and depression, that I couldn't make a marriage stick. Starting in my late 40s, I finally began accepting and embracing who I really am, and I'm a whole different person now.
I know this is longer and maybe more serious than you wanted. But it's a classic example of bisexual urges always being there, and classic denial.
You are very right. I suppressed desires and was first attracted to trans, because, well they have tits so they are girls, but then after several gloryhole experiences I realized that it was simply suppression. But married in sexless marriage and have to stay closeted. I do enjoy online video chat masturbation if you are interested.I don't think anyone “becomes” bisexual. I think all bisexuals— maybe all people— are born that way. For some, it's a strong attraction from early on; for some it's a latent urge that they might get in touch with later in life, or some night when they're drink and their inhibitions are down, or (sadly) never at all.
So I suspect what you're really asking is “When did you realize you were bisexual?”
Myself, I lived a weird life of cognitive dissonance. I started having dreams and then fantasies about having homosexual acts “done to” at an age when I was, presumably, too young to even know what sex was. I made my own dildo and started using it as a preadolescent. By my second of third year of high school, I was masturbating to full-blown homosexual and bisexual fantasies all the time. And yet through it all, I told myself “Yeah, but that's just fantasy. That's not who I really am.”
The denial was mostly from ¹social conditioning. I grew up in a time and a place where engaging in homosexual activity not only put you at risk of becoming a pariah, but quite literally put your life at risk. Some of it came from ²religion. Even though my parents were atheists, I was quite curious about religion, and read the Bible a lot. Definitely, a lot of it came from my ³family. There was a lot of machismo there. My parents sensed early on that something was “not quite right” about me, and tried from an early age to stamp it out. My older brother was very much a man's man, and my mother loved him for it. I didn't understand why she withheld her love from me— except I think I did, on some not-quite conscious level.
So anyway, I denied myself any activity with men, despite overwhelming urges, through two marriages, until my 40s. It's no wonder, with all the frustration and depression, that I couldn't make a marriage stick. Starting in my late 40s, I finally began accepting and embracing who I really am, and I'm a whole different person now.
I know this is longer and maybe more serious than you wanted. But it's a classic example of bisexual urges always being there, and classic denial.
I like my prostate massaged by a long penis.What clinched it?
A prostate massage that was EARTH SHATTERING
me too, having more sex than ever, just not with my wifeI think I've been bisexual as long as I can remember. I just didn't realize it at the time but then it came on like gangbusters and I knew.
You're not even close. Like most things in life there is a scale. I've heard guys say they want to get pregnant. On the opposite extreme, there are guys who want another guy to suck them but aren't into reciprocation. In between are a lot of guys who want to trade blow jobs but nothing more.just submit, that seems to be what you really want. french kiss a guy until your dick gets rock hard, feel a hard cock filing your man pussy, you won't care who it is from
Me too. I was 14 at the time...I knew I was bi from the first time I sucked a cock.
Great reply Liqueur!I don't think anyone “becomes” bisexual. I think all bisexuals— maybe all people— are born that way. For some, it's a strong attraction from early on; for some it's a latent urge that they might get in touch with later in life, or some night when they're drink and their inhibitions are down, or (sadly) never at all.
So I suspect what you're really asking is “When did you realize you were bisexual?”
How did I become bi? No idea. Perhaps I was born that way. Or maybe there was a psychological change or a hormonal shift. All I know is that I started having fantasies of being with a man.Would love to hear from others on how they became bisexual.
Beautifully said. Denial is powerful, we convince ourselves that many things are true or not true. I was in denial for so long, I'm glad that I now accept and embrace my bisexuality. I feel free.I don't think anyone “becomes” bisexual. I think all bisexuals— maybe all people— are born that way. For some, it's a strong attraction from early on; for some it's a latent urge that they might get in touch with later in life, or some night when they're drink and their inhibitions are down, or (sadly) never at all.
So I suspect what you're really asking is “When did you realize you were bisexual?”
Myself, I lived a weird life of cognitive dissonance. I started having dreams and then fantasies about having homosexual acts “done to” at an age when I was, presumably, too young to even know what sex was. I made my own dildo and started using it as a preadolescent. By my second of third year of high school, I was masturbating to full-blown homosexual and bisexual fantasies all the time. And yet through it all, I told myself “Yeah, but that's just fantasy. That's not who I really am.”
The denial was mostly from ¹social conditioning. I grew up in a time and a place where engaging in homosexual activity not only put you at risk of becoming a pariah, but quite literally put your life at risk. Some of it came from ²religion. Even though my parents were atheists, I was quite curious about religion, and read the Bible a lot. Definitely, a lot of it came from my ³family. There was a lot of machismo there. My parents sensed early on that something was “not quite right” about me, and tried from an early age to stamp it out. My older brother was very much a man's man, and my mother loved him for it. I didn't understand why she withheld her love from me— except I think I did, on some not-quite conscious level.
So anyway, I denied myself any activity with men, despite overwhelming urges, through two marriages, until my 40s. It's no wonder, with all the frustration and depression, that I couldn't make a marriage stick. Starting in my late 40s, I finally began accepting and embracing who I really am, and I'm a whole different person now.
I know this is longer and maybe more serious than you wanted. But it's a classic example of bisexual urges always being there, and classic denial.
That’ll do it.I knew I was bi from the first time I sucked a cock.
I agree 100% There are so many levels of sexuality. I love everything about the female body. Nothing about a man's. I do want to experience sucking a cock though. No kissing, no anal, no emotional attachment. To be honest just to feel what a women feels while doing so. In a perfect world it would be my own. The sensation of giving and feeling at the same time is my unattainable fantasy experience. As always to each their own and as long as it's consensual I hope everyone gets to explore what they desire.(I'm a guy)
The bi thing is way less clear for me. I'm not at all attracted to guys, just their hard cock. The idea of kissing or receiving anal doesn't appeal to me at all. Growing up, I probably masturbated about 5 times a day but I never remember thinking about cock. I did a couple of circle jerks with older cousins but there was no touching each other or desire to. I was maybe 21 when I saw gay porn in a magazine. It was pics of a little dick submitting to a big dick. My below-average size is very makes me want to orally submit. I became so aroused, went home and jerked and could not deny how much it turned me on.
The two biggest turn-ons would be younger, shorter, thin guy with a cock bigger than mine. It would still just be interested in giving oral. However, if that little person were a trans female or even a petite passable twink, I would be into everything that I'm into with females.
I love this description. And don't i wish I'd had an initiation like that! How differently my life would have played out .Great reply Liqueur!
I have posted here many times, and with Great Respect to the mods, I will keep it within the lines...
I started "early" with several neighborhood 'guys' Started at a summer campout in the backyard with maybe 7-8 of us. After playing around a bit, we all got involved in some form of M2M contact; some jerking and a few sucking. When our education restarted in September we continued our adventures in my finished basement late afternoons. Soon I because the group's cocksucker, and I was a happy man! At this point I had not even seen a girl's tits in person, never mind had any sexual contact with the opposite sex. Yes a few of them stole 'Girly Magazines' from their older brothers and we enjoyed looking at the photos, but for me to have one of my buds with the centerfold opened while his cock was deep in my mouth was such a turn on for me!!! Back then when I sucked cock I was always Rock Hard!!! (Today at 67 not so much).
One afternoon one of my buds older brothers stopped by right before dinner time. He said his little brother told him that I was a pretty cock cocksucker and maybe I would like to give him a test ride. I told him my Mom would be home soon, so he better cum quick. I sucked him for maybe 4-5 minutes and he said his sweet load was too good to waste on my pretty little mouth, so he pulled me to my feet, pushed and bent over the pool table, dropped my shorts, and slowly worked his still wet cock into my ass. It hurt like hell for a few minutes until I adjusted, and just then I heard my Mom come home and call downstairs that she was home.
I replied that we were starting up a new game of pool, so I will be upstairs in a little bit. She acknowledged and went upon her business of getting dinner ready.
To my "buddy" this signaled that he had 15-20 minutes to fully enjoy my ass, and wow did he take advantage of that time. He plowed me over the pool table for a bit, then moved us to one of the couches. He fed me his cock directly from my ass to get it wet again, and then placed me bent over on my knees and went to town fucking me doggy style. Finally he tired of that position and after feeding his cock into my mouth once again, he laid me down on my back and mounted me missionary. He said he wanted to look at my face and into my eyes as he filled my ass with his cum.
With my legs held high over my head, he pounded my ass relentlessly until he could hold out no longer. Finally he held his face close to mine and looking right into my eyes he filled my ass with 'buckets' of cum like a healthy 18 year old guy typically produces!
This was the start of my journey of becoming a total bottom, a position I am damm proud of!!!