Senior prom was out. I had absolutely no desire to be around any of those people. It wasn't until the following Monday that I heard the news. The girl I lost my virginity to had been killed in a car wreck on the night of senior prom. I am leaving out the details purposefully. All I can say is, I felt a twitch in my stomach when I heard. I didn't show up to the funeral as I avoided just about everyone I knew from school. All I know is that I wish I could have said something to her to tell her I didn't think she was a slut, or weird for having sex with me. I just wished she hadn't told anyone, some how I think she probably wished the same thing.
Graduation came and went. I didn't go, I received my diploma in the mail and it was all over and done with. No walk down the aisle, no tossing the hat in the air. My parents took me and my buddy out to dinner and then it was all over. Suddenly school was in my past. It was weird not having to deal with school anymore. No more early mornings. No more trying not to fall asleep during first period. Suddenly all the faces that either taunted me, or looked at me warily were no longer a part of my life. People I saw every day, people I avoided or were tormented by literally vanished from my 'reality.' An entirely new world was opening up.
I think that's something important that everyone should know, who hasn't experienced it yet. Considering the content of this book I don't know how many younger people will read this but it's important that they know. All that shit doesn't matter in the real world. The grief kids give you, the needless insanity will go away. You just have to hold out long enough. They aren't worth screwing yourself up, or even worse, ending your own life. I had some seriously dark moments in my final months of high school. As you already know I had wanted to have one of my dicks cut off. I can see why other guys and girls at that age would think about suicide. Don't do it. The people causing you that pain aren't worth your life, your soul and immortality. Yeah, I'm Christian and I believe there's more beyond death. You don't have to believe that, it's your choice. But what if there is? Suicide is just going to close that door forever. Anyway, I'll move on from religion. It's not popular and it's because of the people who follow it, not the message under it all; which is love.
Just remember, treat everyone the way you want to be treated. Don't bully someone, or give someone grief just because you feel like shit. What hurts you, hurts me, what scars you scars others. Why leave a negative mark on another person? Especially when you can do so much more for them by being kind. It's worth thinking about. Just remember, good comes back to you whenever you put it out there. No matter where you send goodness and love, it will find it's way back to you. It may not happen tomorrow and it may not come back from the person or place you sent it. But trust me when I tell you, it comes back to you.
Owning the D's
Okay so this is probably where a lot of you will really start enjoying my story. After my AMA on Reddit it became really obvious to me that something I live with is something very "wow." I have to admit, having two dicks is great. I'm so glad I have them.
So here we come to sexuality. It's been asked if having two dicks made me bisexual. Or if I'd be straight if I only had one dick. I can't answer either of those really because I've always had two dicks. Since one didn't just appear one day, I have no context of life without two. Now, being bisexual was something I didn't choose. It was something I just happened to notice. As far back as my single-digit years I remember getting boners looking at both guys and girls. It was never predictable. Sometimes there were periods of time where I found myself only attracted to girls, and vice versa. The point is I liked both but didn't realize just how much I liked both until I'd had sex with both.
As I mentioned I lost my virginity in high school to a girl. This leads into the question: With which dick? My right one. Up until the summer of 2014 it was always the one I favored the most. I'm right handed so that may be why. However it wasn't until I had sex with my buddy (yeah it happened) that I realized I really do like both guys and girls.
I was 18 and with the hell of high school behind me, to be blunt, I wanted to fuck. I'd now had sex with a girl and a guy and really enjoyed how it felt. Now as reckless as I ended up getting, I had seen how people were posting photos on websites and text messages on cell phones. I knew the second I did that, I'd have to deal with being known everywhere I went. So I decided that I'd keep them a secret until I was ready to reveal them. My buddy thought it was probably mean to "unleash" them on unsuspecting people. But we agreed that the reactions would be priceless. Also, who would ever believe anyone?
"I sucked off a guy with two dicks last night!"
"Sure you did..."
"No really he had two big uncut dicks!"
"Pics or it didn't happen."
BOOM. Problem solved.
So somewhere there are a lot of people going "I TOLD YOU! I FUCKING TOLD YOU!"
The question you're probably wondering is just how much I 'owned' them. Honestly, more than I should have. Since I had gotten so much grief from people who never saw them I felt justified in my desires to have people want them. The biggest difference though was between men and women. In retrospect I realized I really enjoyed showing them to guys more than girls. I guess it always felt a little mean to be rude about them when a girl was involved. When it was a guy, I liked seeing them stare and gawk and get that uncomfortable look that almost always lead to them actually doing something with them. The best way to put it, is as follows:
With girls:
"You don't have to touch them, it's cool."
With guys:
"TOUCH THEM! SUCK THEM! You KNOW you want to!"
So I guess the treatment in high school sort of caused that kind of mind-set. Since guys had been more verbally abusive, subconsciously I wanted to see a guy go against "better judgement" and do what I told him.
For clarification, I have never once forced them on anyone. That's not saying I didn't command a number of guys to do what I wanted. The truth is, it's much more fun when the person actually wants to partake in something, even if they're not sure they should. Forcing someone is not only wrong, it's disgusting.
A Brand New World
So with high school over, everything was different. I had a few different jobs for a few months. Nothing interesting, at least interesting enough to write about. From a grocery store bag boy, to working at a drive-in movie theater to a car wash. The real interesting stuff started when I met a woman in her 40's who became my sugar momma. It was the end of the summer, I'd just turned 19 and was ready to get out of the house. She was too classy to ask for sex. But I gave her a lot of eye-candy. She told me how her grandmother remembered a man with two dicks many many years ago. She had thought there was no such thing until she saw my bulges the day she brought her car in to be washed. My shorts had gotten wet and she noticed the outlines. From that day on I earned a steady income as her house boy. I worked for her almost full time for six full months. She lived about an hour away from my home in the city and allowed me to stay in her guest house as part of payment for taking care of odds and ends at her home.
Somewhere in the sixth month her mother suffered a stroke and died. She had to leave for Florida to help with arranging her estate and left me to watch over her house. Looking back, she should have known better. She was gone for almost two months and during that two months I probably had a party every week. Nothing ever got broken, but that place saw more sex than I think it had ever seen before. It all ended when she returned during one of the parties. I was on my back with a girl riding my face while a guy had his arm up my ass when suddenly the girl got off my face and I looked over.
"It's time for you to find a new place to live."
She didn't say anything other than that. The party ended, everyone left. I cleaned up the place by the next morning. She returned and handed me an envelope and I got in a cab and left. There was a small note that said something to the effect of "I wish you well, stay safe and call you mother more often," along with a check to me for fifty thousand dollars. Needless to say,
I didn't have to move home. I found out not too long ago that she has since passed away as well. A lot of chapters are closed from those years of my life. I'll try to do them justice in the coming 'pages.'
Clearing up Confusion
I could spend chapters and chapters writing about every nuance of my daily life. Where I moved to, how I lived and what I did to fill spare time. If I did that I'd risk having this book being critiqued as 'boring.' I lived just about the same as any guy my age did. The only difference is the obvious one. So I'll stick to the 'interesting' parts of it all. As I've mentioned in various places on the Internet, in my AMA etc, I got a little carried away with having two dicks at one point. I thought about becoming an adult entertainment performer. I don't call them actors, because they're not acting, they're fucking. I'm sure some will take offense to my saying so. The fact remains, really no talent is involved in being a 'porn' star. You either have a great face and body and good equipment, or you don't. It's glorified prostitution, only the people paying you aren't the ones you're having sex with (most of the time). I got offers here and there from people claiming to have connections. I refused to allow anyone to take a photo and I turned down a lot of interview requests. Looking back now, I'm really glad I did. The exposure from my Reddit AMA was overwhelming. I told my boyfriend and girlfriend during the final hours that I felt like I needed to hide under the bed. I was on the front page of so many websites and news sites. It freaked me out. So you can only imagine what going into porn a few years back might have caused.
The truth of the matter is, I love sex. I guess it makes sense when you've got twice as much 'tackle' to work with. In the beginning I generally only used the right one for penetration. Lefty took some serious attention to get hard enough to penetrate someone who wasn't very loose. Thankfully since the corrective surgery and re-alignment I went through back in February of 2014, both right and left now get almost equally hard in almost the same time. So they are equal opportunists! Back to the point of this paragraph. I love sex, I love sex with women, with men, with men and women at the same time. The prudes might have a tough time in the coming chapters/sections because I'm not a 'polite' descriptor when it comes to things that turn me on. Example? Sure! I love sucking a dick while mine are plowing away inside someone. It doesn't matter if they're inside a woman, or a man, just pounding them in while a cock fills my mouth really does it for me. See what I mean? Nothing delicate about that description! So if that's too much for you, you might want to rethink continuing this book. If you made it through that without feeling disgusted, awesome!
The fact is from the first time I had sex with a guy I knew I liked it. The smell and touch of anther guy triggers something in me that doesn't happen with women. Still, the same thing can be said about women, there's just something so different about both that I crave and desire, beyond the physical. I'll try to explain it and hopefully maybe put some real words behind what I think most bisexual people feel. Since we 'bi' people have been called confused, cowards, greedy and slutty, I feel someone should stand up for us.
I am not confused. I can't speak for all people who consider themselves bisexual. I can speak for myself and if it rings true for others, fantastic. Again, I am not confused, I know exactly what turns me on and what I am attracted to.
I am not a coward, too afraid to come out as gay, living as bisexual.
I am not greedy. That implies that I just want it all. I only want specific things.
I am not slutty. That implies I have no standards. If there's no attraction, there's no action.
I can't tell you how many gay men and women have told me I was a confused, greedy little slut, too cowardly to just come out as gay. I've also had a few straight friends accuse me of being greedy or slutty. What may come as a surprise is that I have more straight friends than gay friends, which stems from poor treatment from the gay community. Without taking up an entire feature length portion of this book, I'll simply state that the gay community needs to get it's shit together before it starts demanding anything from the straights. Get your house in order before you start demanding equal treatment. If you want it, you better show it to those of us you've condemned as confused cowards.
Women, I love them. The way the smell, the feel of their body the smoothness of their skin. Cupping a pair of breasts while kissing my way across her collar bone to her ear is heaven. The curve of a woman's hips and the way they feel in my hands when I'm doing the business, intoxicating. The femininity, vulnerability, delicate features, tenderness and sweetness of a woman makes me go wild inside. Not to mention I really love a sexy pussy. Sorry, it's true. ;) A sexy pussy isn't just a standard 'type' of pussy. I've seen them all. Big and tan, worn out and gaping, to tiny and tight, pink and virginal. Smooth, hairy, landing strip, triangle... Big labia, small labia, non-existent labia, monstrously huge and hanging labia, I love them. Giant clits, to tiny clits, huge pee-holes to tiny pee-holes, I've licked them. To any girls/ladies/women reading this, please stop worrying about what your pussy looks like. It's your pussy, don't let anyone tell you it's not perfect.
Men, I love them. The scent of their body, the strength in their muscles curls my toes. I love brushing my lips along a strong jaw-line. It might have a dusting of hair, rough and prickly. It might be smooth like velvet, following it back behind his ear... RAWR! The masculinity of a sexy man turns on a switch inside me that makes me want to wrestle him down and dominate him. It could be from being treated like crap by the jerks in my last years of high school. Not sure, but I love being dominant over a guy. However there are times where I like goofing around the way gay porn has depicted frat jocks. As for cocks, size, shape, etc don't mean much. From big throbbing uncut cocks covered in a thick foreskin with huge rippling veins, to slender circumcised cocks, pale with a pink head, they are fun. Size doesn't matter, the right person won't care, if they care, they're not the right person.
So now that we've gotten that established, if you're still with me I think you're ready for some of my adventures. Afterward I'll review a few things I learned, answer the top 20 most asked questions. For those who missed it I'll include the top questions I answered in my Reddit AMA. Hopefully you will feel this was worth your time. If not, I can't apologize, all I can be is me. Take it or leave it. ;)
All About The D's
So what's it like having two dicks? It's great, especially if you're bisexual. Why is that? Well sure, a straight guy would love to have them too. Come on, the women, let me tell you about the women! Right? Yeah not so much. You see, it's been my experience that when it comes to having two working dicks, most women think you're joking, or they flat out refuse. I'd say on average, 6 out of 10 women wouldn't go all the way. The funny thing is, when it comes to having two dicks, the men are where most of the surprising and unexpected action happens. In most cases, all 10 out of 10 men go farther than those 6 women who wouldn't. I saw some guys disagreeing with this when I stated it in various places during and after my AMA. So I'll clarify, 10 out of the 10 men I've been in a potentially sexual situation with, went from potentially sexual, to a completely sexual situation. That's not saying that every man wants to have sex with me, it means the ones who've seen my dicks, did something with them. Maybe that just means I'm good at 'reading' guys and I only get into those situations with men that I know will give them a try. Either way, I stand by my statement. Which brings us to the jock in the gym that I mentioned in my AMA. During the AMA there was no time to give much detail to anything. I briefly summarized the encounter below.
That Dude in the Gym
(An explicit gay encounter, not for the faint of heart.)
I had a membership to one of those 24 hour 7 days a week gyms. Most times I'd come in and work-out in the evenings, for a few reasons. At night, there's less traffic, more machines and equipment are available. Also there's less risk of an awkward moment in the locker room. Most nights I'd get in around 3AM and would have the run of the mill. However from time to time there would be at least one other
person pumping iron. Since I didn't go to the gym to pick up men or women I never went in anything remotely flattering. I've got a few pairs of mesh shorts with a liner, some standard white jockstraps and a variety of logo t-shirts. I'd throw in a change of clothes in the chance I'd have an empty locker room to change in. On the evening in question I had gotten in a little before 2AM and the gym was dead empty. During my cardio warm up on the treadmill I noticed an unfamiliar face come in, an attractive one at that.
He was roughly 5 foot 10, stacked and tan. His dirty blond hair was shaggy enough to cover his ears and fall in his green eyes. Tan with just the right amount of vascular definition to catch my attention. I love a nice vein on a bicep, what can I say? I noticed him in the mirrors as he walked by and nodded at him. He smiled briefly and went into the locker room. I came off the treadmill and headed for the free weights to start my standard routine. I tend to lose track of time when I'm working out. I get lost in the music on my iPod and before I know it a solid two hours is up and I'm ready to leave. Halfway through my pec-fly's I noticed him looking at me again. The entire wall to my left was completely mirrored and I happened to glance that way to see him staring down in my lower crotch area. I tend to sit spread eagle from time to time so I figured he'd noticed a bulge. I also realized that I had managed to pop out of both sides of my jockstrap. Yeah, I was aware that it was happening while I was going through my routine. But you have to remember, normally I'm alone when I'm working out so I didn't stop to reach in and stuff my dicks back in place.
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