I put my cock through many a glory hole and had it avidly sucked. Once, for some reason, I wanted more contact, so I stepped into the hall showing my hard-on to guys standing there and went into the booth next door, where the man who had started on me through the hole pulled my pants and shorts down and went at it again, jacking as he sucked, of course. Once I looked through the hole and saw a young guy watching porn and jacking a strange, beautiful cock. It was tapered, cut, and S-curved like the spout of a teapot. I put my arm through the hole up to my shoulder, grabbed his cock, and pulled it slowly to the hole and on through. The sensation of following those curves with my mouth, and feeling his cock get thicker the farther down on it I went, was damn good. I'm not often into blowing guys. But that one was impossible to pass up.

Thousands of prisoners screw other prisoners, and they don't think it "makes them gay". They say, "I pitch. I don't catch." But they can fuck guys because there's enough homosexuality in them-- maybe only five percent-- to get their cocks hard. Once out of prison, their 95% heterosexuality takes over and they go back to sex with women. This mix (in some ratio) is true of everybody. A man (or woman) may be five percent gay, or 95 percent gay, or any mixture in between. But many people never discover it. And it hasn't even occurred to the public in general that this is true.

In porn, I have seen two sets of male identical twins having sex with each other, and I have heard of other sets. Technically this may be called incest, but since your twin is just another you, coming from the same egg that you came from, then jacking him off would be no more incestuous than jacking yourself off, and sucking each others cocks would be merely the dream come true of millions of men-- sucking your own cock. I seem to remember reading, years ago, that identical twins ARE clones.

I recall a video store with a u-shaped hallway that had booths on both sides. There were always guys in the hall, looking for partners or waiting for a booth. One evening there were two guys, clearly working men and pals who had dared each other to come there. they stood close together, not talking, not meeting anyone's eyes. The younger one was nice-looking and remarkably clean-looking-- skin, hair, clothes all fresh.

I touched his elbow, got his eye, and tilted my head toward an empty booth. He hesitated, then decided what-the-hell, this is what I came for, and went with me. I closed and latched the door and took out my cock and started stroking, grinning at him. After a short wait, he took his out and did the same. We watched each other jack for a while, then I reached for his cock (six inches, cut, straight shaft)and stroked him. He followed suit, and we stood for a while, quietly, lazily stroking and feeling each other, sometimes looking eye to eye, sometimes looking at our hard cocks.

A hand appeared in one of the glory holes, opening and closing. I laid my dick in the open hand and let it be drawn through the hole. The guy on the other side started sucking it. I enjoyed this for a while, then pulled out and with another head motion indicated the hole to my friend. No hesitation this time-- he put his cock though and kept his hips pushed firmly against the wall, head to one side, mouth open, till some gasps told me he had had a damn good orgasm. He came out grinning, looking exhausted, and started cleaning up and zipping up. I put my cock back through, uninvited, and immediately felt it being sucked again. My friend unlatched the door, patted my ass twice, and left. I have not seen him since, though I look for him when I see men working outdoors.

Eurowanker writes:

A man who is only 'into' other men is gay. A man who is only 'into' women is heterosexual and if he's 'into' both, he's bisexual. What's the problem?

The problem is that it's not that simple. Males are masculinized in the womb by the testosterone their testicles produce. And no male is ever totally masculinized, though men like Mike Tyson come close. Thus we have the series macho, jock, ordinary guy, wimp, nerd, sissy, queer. It takes a long chain of reasoning to establish it, but it's a fact that everyone-- yes, everyone-- is bisexual in some degree. Some guys would never find out except in prison. Some homosexuals can be coaxed by ministers or psychologists to call on their very small portion of heterosexuality and "change". But the change rarely survives for long.

There's a rest stop on an interstate highway with no toilets, just a few acres of woods with undergrowth and a network of paths. I came upon a man I had seen there before, a man in his 50's. He was talking to a much younger guy. I said, "Have you two been back in the woods yet?" They hadn't. I suggested we all three go deeper into the bushes and the older guy switch back and forth, giving us both blow jobs. They liked the idea. The stranger and I stood side by side, dropped our pants, and put our arms around each other's waists. The older man knelt, sucked our half-hards up to full hards, and switched from cock to cock till we both loaded his throat with cum. Watching him suck the other guy's handsome cock, feeling the breeze on my bare ass, getting his expert, deep-throat sucking, made it maybe the best blow job I can recall.

A doctor in New York, with his practice high up in an office building, told me, "Get undressed. Take everything off-- including your socks, and lie on the examining table. I'll be back in a few minutes" I thought this strange, since I had a respiratory problem. But I did as he ordered. He came back, spent maybe ten seconds examining my feet (I suppose as a justification for telling me to take my socks off) then gave a lot of time to examining and handling my cock and balls. I got a hard on, of course, and without a word or a smile or a glance at me he started sucking me off.

He was about forty, in good shape, with rimless glasses, very professional and businesslike. He gave me a slow, thorough, intense blow job-- the kind I like best-- sucked the last drops of cum out of my softening cock and swallowed them, and wrote me a prescription. It took care of the respiratory problem. I thought he might skip the fee. But as I left his secretary in the outer office told me what I owed and I paid it.

One of the best things about Jackinchat is the relaxed, generous tolerance of people who have different sexualities and interests. Handsolo doesn't show any tolerance at all for a guy who has a view that's differnt from his.

I left a fairly expensive wrist watch at a relative's house. She sent it to me special delivery. My regular postman showed up with it in late afternoon, knocking on the door and looking through the big picture window at the same time. I was on the sofa, naked, jacking off and watching porn. There was no hope of getting rid of my hard-on, so I just stuck my head around the door and accepted the package. A few days later, we both pulled into a gas station at the same time. He was sheepish and embarrassed. I wasn't.

In your first post you say "Girls all the way!!! Yeah." Then, an hour later, you write "I think I might stay away from dudes for now." Might? For now? You seem to be trying hard to convince yourself that you are not bisexual or "curious" but unable to stay convinced. Hey, stop worrying and do what you feel like doing.

Once the driver of an 18-wheeler flashed his lights after I passed him stroking my hard-on. Stopped at a small-town traffic signal, he looked straight at me in his big rear-vision mirror and stuck his tongue out and wagged it. I followed him to a lonesome stretch of highway in west Texas where we stopped. I got in his cab. I thought he'd want to blow me, but he wanted to jack off with me. We alternated stroking each other's cock and our own, pants down to our ankles, and shot cum on ourselves and the seats. We parted friends, but never saw each other again.

At fifteen, a high-school junior, I worked in a small-town drug store. A senior had told me in the schoolyard that he wanted to suck my dick. He came in on Sunday night near closing time and told me what to do: turn off the lights, lock the door, with us inside the store instead of outside. It was a wintry night and Main Street was empty. We were warm and private inside. He gave me a long, leisurely blow job, on his knees, jacking himself off, with me standing stroking his hair. I found his heavy crop of black cock hair more sexy than his small, rather homely cock. He stayed all the way down on me, jacking, for quite a while after I came, swabbing my cock with his tongue. It was an intense experience, a good introduction to sex with other guys.

I like to find a man who loves to be fucked, and fuck him on a regular basis for months or years. This has happened three times, and all three, as it happened, were married men with kids.

Slowhand said, "I would love to see if there has been any serious research on this." There has been scientific research that BEARS on it, but the conclusion has not been reached, or admitted. I have read some of it. It seems likely that everybody is bisexual in some mix-- a lot of straight and a little gay, or half-and-half, or a lot of gay and a little straight, and every ratio in between. We all have a primary and a secondary sexuality. The Web has showed that nobody is alone in this, and people are beginning to admit their feelings and act on them. Or wish they had a chance to act on them.

This seems to be confirmed when ministers or psychologists "change" a gay man to make him straight, by talk or prayer or whatever. What these men really do is call on their secondary sexuality, usually pushed to it by social pressure or religion. But they remain basically, primarily gay. The mature straight men who write to this log are discovering a secondary sexuality they have had all along, which the world told them they had better deny, even to themselves. Or keep hidden.