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Once during a televised discussion between a group of homosexuals and a group of straight males, one of the latter, a well-meaning individual, suddenly threw up his hands in exasperation and, addressing himself to one of the homosexuals, said, "Don't you realize that when you exclude women from your bed you are turning your back on one half of the human race?"

The gay guy, equally exasperated, replied, "Well, aren't you doing the same thing when you exclude men?"

My answer to that would be, "Why exclude anybody?" Most especially if you can have both sexes in your bed at the same time. I've always been convinced that a man will follow his dick in any direction his culture points it and if bisexuality were the cultural norm most human beings would happily lend themselves to that expectation.

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I've always felt that an even-handed bisexuality would be the greatest of all gifts. I know one such person so blessed and I'll tell you about him later. Such even-handedness is probably rare. The majority are mostly one thing or the other, but ambivalence has added greatly to the richness of my sex life.

Being mostly gay, my heterosexual component is relatively slender and it has always been best served when there is a man with whom to share the woman.

My history of bisexual three-or-more-somes got off to an excellent start in California, where I grew up. But New York has been even more bountiful in that respect. Within a month of my arrival my friend Bill, a native New Yorker, invited me to accompany him to the apartment of a married couple for some fun.

Norman and Alice, at that time, were in their mid-forties and seemed a perfectly ordinary and pleasant couple. They liked each other and they both liked men. They both had lovers on the side but often shared their bisexual pals. There never seemed to be any jealousy. After a drink and some preliminary chatting we all repaired to the bedroom and stripped.

Norman was full-bodied but not fat. His sandy hair was streaked with grey. He had a good thick schlong, of just over average length, and it was bone-hard by the time he was undressed.

Alice was an attractive brunette matron with nice tits and a thick dark bush of pubic hair Her clitoris was her most remarkable physical feature. I've never seen so large a one and it extruded slightly from her cunt As soon as I caught a glimpse of it I knelt down before her and spread the lips. It was literally like a little boy's penis, complete with a corona. I sucked on it and it immediately stiffened. I looked over at Norman, who by that time was fondling Bill's balls, and asked him jokingly if she'd ever fucked him with it.

He answered quite seriously, "Don't think we haven't tried!"

She pulled me up and led me to the bed, suggesting that I eat her for a while. She lay back across the bed and I got on my knees on the floor between her legs and started lapping her.

When I think of how passionately fond I am of eating a man's asshole­ I'd like to cover my entire face with a guy's ass lips­ I can understand how wonderful it must be for a guy who really likes to eat pussy. You really can cover your face with those lips. And there is so much more to a cunt and such a variety of places to explore with your tongue. And to have a cunt like this one, complete with a little prick, was almost (but not quite) enough to make me a committed devotee of cunt-eating.

As I was eating her, my friend Bill positioned himself over her face and started fucking her in the mouth, while Norman lay on the floor with his face under me and drilled his tongue into my ass. Very nice.

He soon transferred his attentions to my dick. The combination of that, while lapping up a quart of pussy juice, and watching Bill's sweet shit hole wink at me as he fucked Alice in the face, all too soon got me going, I had to pull out of the equation lest I squirt too soon. Bill pulled out also and for the same reason.

Seeing Bill's hole reminded me that I'd not yet investigated Norman's. He'd eaten mine, so it was time to return the favor. I parted a plump pair of down-covered buns and discovered not an asshole, but a mouth. In a recent article, a journalist remarked that the mouth of Donald Trump [the real estate millionaire] looked as if it had migrated to his face from another part of his anatomy. And that's true. Every time I see Donald's photograph, I think of Norman's asshole. Actually, Donald's mouth looks rather sweet; it's his best feature and I'd like to slip my tongue between those rosebud lips. It would be like rimming him. Men who really like to get fucked are sometimes able to dilate their hole and keep it open, the sides not even touching, so that you can actually look into the tunnel. Norman could do that. When my lips touched his hole, it opened up and I was able to get my tongue in clear to the tonsils (mine, not his). The atmosphere in there was rather fetid. I pulled away and looked in. I asked if there was a flashlight handy. He told me that there was one in the drawer of the bedside table. I fetched it and shined it in. Sure enough, a turd could be seen edging its way around the bend. But having dined already, I declined dessert.

Editor's Note: Excerpted from Lewd, Boyd McDonald's 12th volume of true sex histories.

Author Profile:  Boyd McDonald

Born in 1925 in South Dakota, Boyd McDonald entered Harvard as a high-school dropout after serving in the army in World War II. Jobs with Time, IBM, and several Wall Street firms preceded Boyd's career as a chronicler of gay sex. He was the founder and editor of Straight to Hell (alternatively the Manhattan Review of Cocksucking), and later published a number of anthologies of true sex histories. Boyd died in September 1993, two months after completing his final book, Scum.