The ”I” in bi

I’m very bad at recollecting dates and ages at which stuff happened to me, but I must have been around six years old when I had a penis in my mouth for the first time. Not my uncle’s, or my teacher’s, no abuse by an adult involved. Just a school chum my age.
From as early in life as I can remember, I’ve been fascinated by cocks. At four years old, we just called it Wee-wee or Willy of course, and all it was used for was take a piss.
The first experiences I can remember were in kindergarten. The classes were mixed, boys and girls sitting and playing together, separated only when the time came to go to the toilet. Boys had their urinals on the left side of the toilet room, girls had their stools on the right side. I can’t remember how it began or when, but at some point, a peculiar game somehow got started that involved sniffing another boy’s wee-wee. Probably as a challenge, some peer-pressure in the mix, but my memory serves me flashes of me bent over with my nose inches for a school mate’s penis, and smelling the odd scent of his glans, a mix of smegma and pee. At that age, we were only just being made aware by our parents of the importance of personal hygiene, and of washing behind our foreskin. I know now that this scent is always part of an uncut man’s aura, and for many an important part of their sex appeal, as long as indeed basic hygiene is respected. But for preschool kids, it was fascinating, it was taboo, and I remember it happening regularly and as often as we could get away with.