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This was "the other side" of having a reputation. One side was all the homophobia that had everyone losing their minds and some guys were getting beaten up because they were faggots but my problem was that there were a lot of guys "coming after me" because they'd been told that I was really good at sucking dick and I swallowed, too. No dick was too big or too small and I'd learn that I didn't really like having my mouth fucked and I'd also learn how to suck all of a guy's dick without gagging and choking and it seemed that they liked that I could do this and that just added to the word of mouth going around about me.

Adult Me sometimes feels... embarrassed at how easy it was for a guy to get his dick into my mouth and/or ass. I lived to have sex like this and being able to still have sex with girls taught me that it doesn't get any better than this. Once the word got out that I ate pussy, I rarely had a problem getting pussy but I'd wind up sucking some guy's dick because a girl would turn him down because he didn't eat pussy and every guy who didn't, well, all the girls in the area knew who they were and that just gave me more opportunities to suck dick.

Keep in mind that a lot of this happened before I was a teenager. Getting pussy was really nice but being able to suck a guy's dick and make him shoot jizz (as we called it back then) was a serious rush for me but there came a point when there were too many guys hunting me down and I had to learn how to say no and then be able to back it up since, most of the time, they'd get really mad and wanted to fight or tried to make me do it anyway, which made me glad that I was studying both judo and karate; those assholes quickly learned that trying to punish me for turning them down or trying to force me to blow them was bad for their health.

But if you asked me nicely, sure - let's go somewhere so I can suck your dick. When I say that I lost count of the number of dicks I'd sucked somewhere around 1978, it's not a joke. I used to be able to remember every single guy I sucked off but I really did lose count because despite homophobia still causing problems for gay dudes, there were still a lot of guys who wanted to get sucked off...

And I was, apparently, the guy they had to see about that. There were so many guys who were really ashamed about it and I not only learned how to suck dicks, I learned how to make them... less ashamed about it. They'd be confused because everyone knew that only gay dudes sucked dick - but it was clear to them that I wasn't gay but I was good at sucking dick. The word of mouth was such a fast and powerful thing that sometimes I'd have guys hunting me down so I could tell them how to suck dick and/or how they could suck a guy's dick that they had their eye on - and ask him about it without getting punched in the face.

Yeah, I kinda hated telling them these things and knowing that they would rather do it with some other guy but it wasn't that big of a problem because I could still suck three to five dicks a day and every damned day if I wanted to.

I've often been asked how I managed to suck as many dicks as I did when I was young and the answer is that while my friends and I were having a field day having sex with each other, I was wondering why there were a lot of guys I knew of but didn't really associate with were coming to me and asking me to suck their dick (at the least).

I found out that some of my friends were literally telling other guys that if they wanted their dick sucked really good, they needed to find me. And... they did, too. Adult Me thinks about this time and comes to the conclusion that it was a good thing I was a cock sucking maniac back then and willing to suck anyone's dick... except guys who had all that nasty and ugly foreskin that was just too weird for me to even think about having it in my mouth so those guys got to fuck me - and provided they didn't get mad and "cuss" me out for not sucking their dick.

It got to the point where if a guy came up to me and started talking to me - and he wasn't someone I really knew about, it was a safe bet that he was going to ask me to suck his dick and, again, man, was I terribly eager to accommodate them! The other good thing was I'd blow them and swallow all their cum and they'd return the favor. Sometimes, a guy would want me to suck him off - then fuck him and, well, okay, if that's how you wanna do it.

One certain adult asked me if it was true that I was running around sucking cocks and I started to lie my ass off because there was a chance that this was a "trap" and if told him that it was true, he could beat my ass then take me home and rat me out to my parents who would turn around and beat my ass. But, if I lied, I could get my ass beaten twice for lying to an adult. Talk about being in a pickle! But I didn't lie and his reason for asking was made clear when he pulled his dick out and, shit, he didn't even have to ask me if I'd suck it because I had it in my mouth so fast that I didn't remember moving to do it.

Yeah, don't get all freaked out about it. Adult Me would figure it out that this was just the way things could be and that as long as I wasn't being forced or coerced into doing it, it was "okay." I don't have any qualms about it and I'm just telling you how it was when I was growing up.

That guy busted a huge nut in my mouth and I got all of it down; he surprised me by yanking my pants and stuff down and he started sucking me after, I dunno, being "surprised" at how big my dick was. It was so good, too, and I shot into his mouth - and that took him totally by surprise and he let me know that I wasn't supposed to be doing that at my age.

Still, once one of my friends had put the word out on me, I was sucking a lot of dicks and sometimes several times a day and to the point where my stomach would be so full of cum that I didn't feel like eating dinner but I'd eat anyway because I knew I didn't want to explain to my parents why I didn't feel like eating and, yeah, I wasn't gonna do that.

And, as sleep claimed me, I saw that if he was jealous, in a way, it was my fault and, shit, the three of us knew that what we were doing was a sin and could get us into a world of hurt and trouble but I was seeing that having sinned like this wasn't the biggest problem - dealing with everyone's feelings was the problem and one that I made for myself by agreeing that, yeah, we can and should have sex with each other because it was better than doing it with someone who didn't know us like we knew each other.

What a nightmare. And I didn't know what to do about it. I could tell them both that maybe it's time we stopped this before something bad happened and maybe they'd see the sense in this... and maybe they wouldn't. Would my sister really spill the beans about what we'd been doing if I refused to have sex with her? And did I really want to take the chance that she really wouldn't? Um, no, damn it. Yeah, he could rat me out, too, which would bring more hell on me since Mom had made it clear that I'd better not have sex with him again - or else and I didn't have to be a genius to know what that meant.

I probably wouldn't survive it because she would kill me. Or worse. The only thing I could do was to wait and see if he was going to stop being jealous over me having sex with other guys. I was still kinda mad with him but becoming mad at myself because I allowed all of this to not only happen but to continue. But being able to have sex with guys and gals was so damned important to me and I "had it good" because I could have both and didn't have to leave home to do what I needed to do.

Like Mom loved to say, you make your bed hard, you sleep in it and my bed was made to be hard because my stupid brother wanted to be jealous.

He got over it and that's a guess because he never said anything about it again and everything went back to being normal for us. But, damn.

And, as sleep claimed me, I saw that if he was jealous, in a way, it was my fault and, shit, the three of us knew that what we were doing was a sin and could get us into a world of hurt and trouble but I was seeing that having sinned like this wasn't the biggest problem - dealing with everyone's feelings was the problem and one that I made for myself by agreeing that, yeah, we can and should have sex with each other because it was better than doing it with someone who didn't know us like we knew each other.

What a nightmare. And I didn't know what to do about it. I could tell them both that maybe it's time we stopped this before something bad happened and maybe they'd see the sense in this... and maybe they wouldn't. Would my sister really spill the beans about what we'd been doing if I refused to have sex with her? And did I really want to take the chance that she really wouldn't? Um, no, damn it. Yeah, he could rat me out, too, which would bring more hell on me since Mom had made it clear that I'd better not have sex with him again - or else and I didn't have to be a genius to know what that meant.

I probably wouldn't survive it because she would kill me. Or worse. The only thing I could do was to wait and see if he was going to stop being jealous over me having sex with other guys. I was still kinda mad with him but becoming mad at myself because I allowed all of this to not only happen but to continue. But being able to have sex with guys and gals was so damned important to me and I "had it good" because I could have both and didn't have to leave home to do what I needed to do.

Like Mom loved to say, you make your bed hard, you sleep in it and my bed was made to be hard because my stupid brother wanted to be jealous.

He got over it and that's a guess because he never said anything about it again and everything went back to being normal for us. But, damn.

And, as sleep claimed me, I saw that if he was jealous, in a way, it was my fault and, shit, the three of us knew that what we were doing was a sin and could get us into a world of hurt and trouble but I was seeing that having sinned like this wasn't the biggest problem - dealing with everyone's feelings was the problem and one that I made for myself by agreeing that, yeah, we can and should have sex with each other because it was better than doing it with someone who didn't know us like we knew each other.

What a nightmare. And I didn't know what to do about it. I could tell them both that maybe it's time we stopped this before something bad happened and maybe they'd see the sense in this... and maybe they wouldn't. Would my sister really spill the beans about what we'd been doing if I refused to have sex with her? And did I really want to take the chance that she really wouldn't? Um, no, damn it. Yeah, he could rat me out, too, which would bring more hell on me since Mom had made it clear that I'd better not have sex with him again - or else and I didn't have to be a genius to know what that meant.

I probably wouldn't survive it because she would kill me. Or worse. The only thing I could do was to wait and see if he was going to stop being jealous over me having sex with other guys. I was still kinda mad with him but becoming mad at myself because I allowed all of this to not only happen but to continue. But being able to have sex with guys and gals was so damned important to me and I "had it good" because I could have both and didn't have to leave home to do what I needed to do.

Like Mom loved to say, you make your bed hard, you sleep in it and my bed was made to be hard because my stupid brother wanted to be jealous.

He got over it and that's a guess because he never said anything about it again and everything went back to being normal for us. But, damn.

The very next day, he comes busting into our room and he's pissed off about something and he didn't waste any time letting me know that he was pissed off at me because I'd screwed our sister, oh, maybe an hour before he came barging in with this attitude.

"Why did you do it to her?" he asked - was that really steam coming out of his ears?

"Um, because she wanted to and I wanted to get laid, too, but she was here and, oh, yeah, where were you?" I asked. As I waited for him to say something, I thought about how he knew I'd fucked her and figured that he probably said something dumb to her and she dropped this bomb on him and, sheesh, he still hadn't learned not to mess with her and he was lucky she said what she did instead of punching him in the face.

"You could have waited for me!" he said.

"Oh, yeah, sure, like I was gonna do that when she walked in here naked and told me to do her and do her right the hell now?" I asked. "I guess now you expect me to turn her down, huh?"

"You could," he said - and he's pouting again.

"Oh, yeah, sure, I could but I know what she'd do if I didn't," I said.

"What's that?" he asked.

"She made it clear to me that if I ever turned her down when she wanted to do it, she would tell Mom all about it," I said. "I think you know what would happen to me, right?"

"Oh," was all he said. "So, um, can we do it now?"

We did but my heart really wasn't in it because of the way he was acting. I really needed him to explain to me why he was acting like this so I could figure out what, if anything, could be done about it. I wasn't going to stop screwing our sister or anyone else who wanted to do it just to make him happy and damn him for dropping this bullshit in my lap!

He woke me up at two in the morning to tell me that all he needed to know so he could not be jealous was that I really did like doing it with him... and I wanted to punch him dead in the face for waking me up. I told him the truth: I loved doing it with him and I'd rather do it with him than the other guys and he had to believe this because if he didn't, well, he knew what I was going to do about it.

"Okay," he said before climbing back into his bed and going right to sleep.

Man, he could be such a jerk! I couldn't go back to sleep; I laid there for another hour or so rethinking everything about having sex with both of them. I loved it and I loved them, too, and that made having sex with them so good and seriously worth the risks. I thought that if I hadn't caved in and did it to him and like he had been begging me to do, I wouldn't be dealing with this shit now... but I was realizing that maybe I would have been but, fuck, what's done is done and all that shit. I mean, my sister wasn't jealous that I was having sex with him or anyone else but she did let me know that when she wanted me, I'd better deliver and, so far, I hadn't failed to because she made me believed that she'd rat me out about doing her.

And the pussy was very damned good and it felt good but weird to admit this to myself. The same with him. Having sex with him was so good but he was making me regret and rethink everything. As I dropped off to sleep, I was praying that this would be the last I would hear of his jealousy.

"Sammy told me that you're the best at sucking and fucking him," he said and pouting, too.

"Yeah, he told me that - so what?" I asked. "He told me that he loves it when the two of you do it, too - but you don't see me getting all jealous about it, do you?"

"No," he said, and I felt that he didn't like having to agree with me.

I spent five more minutes that we could have spent having sex telling him what all the guys he was doing it with were telling me about how much they liked or loved having sex with him and they were some of the same guys I was having sex with, too. The more I talked, I could feel the jealousy flowing off of him... and I didn't understand it but I was trying to. I told him, "I could see you being jealous if we weren't doing anything but you wanted us to but that's not the case! Shit, I have sex with you more than I do those other guys! That should tell you something but what it shouldn't do is make you jealous."

"So, um, are you gonna do it to me now?" he asked.

I turned and looked at my alarm clock and saw that, shit - Mom would be home in a couple of minutes.

"It ain't happening because we spent the time I could've been fucking you talking about you being jealous and there's no reason for it," I said.

"You're mad now, aren't you?" he asked.

"You're damned right I am," I said - then got up, gathered up my clothes, and went to the bathroom to get washed up and dressed.

"I'm sorry," he said when I came back to the room to put my sneakers on - and he was still lying naked on his bed and, I dunno, like he thought I was really going to risk our mother catching us again.

"I'm sorry, too," I said; I put my sneakers on and went downstairs and I was seriously not happy about this. But wait - it got worse!

The really bad part about this was knowing that we only had x-amount of time to do this before the rest of the family came wandering in and especially our mother, who was going to be getting off from work soon. I'm getting furious because here we are, naked as the day we both were born and I should be feeling wonderful because I've got his cum in me and I should be feeling even more wonderful working to put my cum in him but, no - we're talking about some shit that, as a second thought, maybe I should have foreseen.

"You act like we can do this any old time we want to," I continued. "But you know we can't and you know why, too; if we get caught again, one or both of us are going to get hurt. So we gotta do this when we have the chance to and I don't mind taking the risk but if you're gonna give me shit about getting with someone else and when there's no chance to get with you, I ain't got time for this bullshit."

"But I don't want to stop," he said. "I like what we've been doing!"

"I like it, too, but not when you do shit like this," I said. "Okay, I'm starting to understand how you feel but, again, it's not like we can do this and there's no risk to either of us and, shit, you know good and damned well that I can do it with someone else and we still manage to do it so it's not like you're not getting what you want from me, is it?"

"No," he said. "It just pisses me off to know that you're doing other dudes."

"You don't get pissed when I'm fucking girls," I pointed out.

"That's different," he said and, honestly, I didn't see how it was although, um, I knew he was mad at me because I was screwing our sister and even madder because she had wanted him to eat and fuck her and he acted like a chump about it and, according to her, couldn't do it right to save his life.

But I could tell that he really was jealous... and I really didn't know what to do about it other than to not have sex with him. I was starting to see that if that happened, that would only make him madder at me and, shit, we would be fighting a lot more than we already were.

"You gotta believe that if I didn't like doing it with you, we wouldn't be doing it; you gotta believe that if I didn't think you were worth the risks we take so we can do it, we wouldn't be doing it and, finally, if you can't get over this dumb shit, well, you're gonna have to deal with it yourself," I said. Deep down, I didn't want to stop having sex with him but if this was a problem for him, I knew one way to solve it - and he wasn't going to like it one bit.