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 Bi Teen Lust (MM* bi toys rim oral anal)

   By billy69boy

   All I could think of lately was having a cock deep in my ass.  I don't
know where the idea came from, but I was consumed with the desire to be
taken from behind...hard.  I always considered myself to be straight, and I
certainly dated my share of pretty girls in high school.  I enjoyed having
sex with girls.  They were soft and smooth and smelled good.

   So, why was I all of a sudden fantasizing about cock up my ass?  And
what was I going to do about it?  I figured that maybe if I tried it one
time, my curiosity would be satisfied.  But, until that happened, I was
completely obsessed with the idea.  I had to take some kind of action, but
I didn't know where to begin.

   I was 19, and had landed my first real full time job as a hospital
orderly a few months back.  I rented a room in the employees' dorm located
on the hospital grounds.  The rooms were small and sparsely furnished, but
the rent was reasonable.  I planned to save up for an apartment, but my
room was fine for the moment.

   While I was deciding how best to satisfy my craving for cock, I
practiced on myself in my room late at night.  I experimented with putting
various objects up my ass, and I was getting pretty good at it.  If I lubed
up and went slowly, there was hardly any pain at all.  I tried bananas and
cucumbers, bottles and dildos.  I even shaved all my pubic hair off,
because I thought gays liked bare pubes.

   I knew a lot of the hospital workers were gay, and they seemed okay with
it, but I wasn't ready to come out of any closet.  I figured I would have a
tough time getting ass fucked, if I wasn't willing to approach someone who
would satisfy my aching lust.  Then, I thought of George.

   Basically, George was an old drunk.  He lived in a room down the hall
from me, and he was very reclusive.  He worked as a dishwasher, and except
for coming and going to and from his job, he was hardly ever seen by
anyone. Friday nights were his only night out.  He would leave the dorm in
the evening, all nattily dressed, proudly sporting his gay leather hat, and
a bow tie.  He would come back in the wee hours, stumbling down the hall,
occasionally talking loudly to himself.

   I wondered if he would be interesting in helping me out, so I devised a
plan.  In the privacy of my room, I took several polaroid pictures of
myself, in various poses.  I took one of me shaving my ass, a couple of
hard-on shots, and one with me sitting on a vodka bottle, its long neck
buried up my ass.  Or course, none of the shots showed my face.  I wanted
to protect my privacy at all costs.  I wrote a hot letter, asking George if
he would be interested in fucking my ass.  I told him I would tap on his
door three times, at precisely 11:00PM next Saturday.  I put the letter and
the pictures in an envelope, and slid it under his door, as I went up the
hall to take a shower.

   I was so horny with anticipation in the days leading up to Saturday,
that I practiced even harder getting my ass ready for action.  It seemed
like I was masturbating every hour when I was off from work.  My mind
reeled with excitement.  I knew I was being bold and daring, and I wondered
what George was thinking.

   The big night finally arrived, and I prepared myself fastidiously,
leaving nothing to chance.  I was clean shaven, and I even took a couple of
those plastic bottle enemas up my rectum.  I didn't want to embarrass
myself, after all.  I put my short blue summer robe on, wearing nothing
underneath.  I rolled my two favorite dildos up in my bath towel, and
headed for George's room.

   My heart was thumping loudly as I tapped three times.  The door opened
immediately, and George appeared, drink in hand, wearing a white robe.  He
stepped aside, and I walked in.  He closed his door quickly, and I felt
safe, in a way.  I couldn't yet sense what George's reaction would be to my
letter.

   "So, it's you," he said, frowning with disappointment.  "Are you
surprised?" I asked.  "I thought you liked women," he responded curtly.  "I
do like women," I answered.  "Do you eat their pussies?" he inquired, a
sour look on his face.  "Sure," I offered.  He turned away, asking me if I
wanted a mixed drink, and I accepted his offer.  This was really awkward, I
thought.  I hadn't expected this type of response from him.  I figured he'd
love the chance to break in a brand new ass, especially a tight, young 19
year old ass.

   He returned with two drinks, and motioned for me to sit down.  I downed
half the drink in one gulp.  I was confused, and wondered if I should just
leave right then and there.  But, George began to speak, and I was all
ears. "I don't really like what you do, shaving and everything," he
explained.  "And I like smelly assholes, not clean ones.  Plus, I can't
guarantee any kind of privacy.  Everyone always finds out who I have sex
with." I told him I would just deny it, if anyone approached me.  He shook
his head, doubting that my idea would work.  I downed the rest of my drink
and stood up to leave, thinking that my experiment had failed miserably.  I
thanked George for the drink, but he wasn't listening.

   I realized he was staring at the big bulge that had formed under my
robe. My hard-on surprised me.  I guess our conversation got me aroused,
even as a sense of disappointment filled my mind.

   George motioned for me to step closer to him, and he reached up from his
chair, and rubbed my cock through my robe.  I moaned a little, and my
excitement soared.  He untied my belt, and my robe fell open to his leering
gaze.  George's eyes lit up, and he smiled for the first time since I
entered his room.

   "Nice," he said, as he began to fondle my hard shaft, reaching down to
cup my balls in his hand.  I swooned, and my knees buckled, as I realized
that another man was touching my private parts for the first time.  George
leaned forward, and I watched as my throbbing cock disappeared into his
mouth, and halfway down his throat.  His mouth was extremely wet and warm,
and I was afraid I would shoot my load too soon.

   After several head bobs, George pulled back, and spun my body around,
facing away from him.  He pushed on my back, signaling me to bend over his
low coffee table.  I placed my hands flat on the table.  I felt a rush of
air on my ass, as he flipped my short robe up over my back.  He grunted his
approval, and I felt his thin fingers on my hips.  He moved his hands up
and down my outer thighs, then, worked his way inside my spread legs,
reaching under me and gently squeezed my balls.  He grabbed hold of my ass
cheeks and massaged them rather forcefully.  I squirmed a little when I
felt him spread my cheeks, and press his nose to my anus.  I could hear him
inhale deeply, then, exhale in disgust.

   Still, he wasn't so disappointed that he stopped.  His tongue whirled
around my brown area, and I got a big rush as his tongue darted in and out
of my willing asshole.  I was burning with lustful anticipation.  I could
envision his cock sliding into my rectum, and pounding my virgin ass
relentlessly.

   Instead, George stopped his tongue action, stood up, and made his way
around the table to face me.  He threw open his robe, revealing his thick,
swollen cock.  I gasped at the sight before my eyes.  For a skinny old man,
his cock was huge.  It wasn't real long, but his girth was thicker than
anything I had practiced with.

   He took hold of his cock, and guided it toward my mouth.  I was stunned.
I had spent all my efforts preparing for a cock in my ass, but I had never
even thought of the possibility of having to put a cock in my mouth.  How
naïve of me, I thought.  Seeing my hesitation, George caught two big
handfuls of my hair in his hands, and pulled my head toward his swaying
hard-on, and gruffly told me to suck it.  I obeyed, opening my mouth and
immediately gagging on his thick member.  This only seemed to energize him,
and he thrust his slick cock deeper in my mouth, until it hit the back of
my throat.  I struggled to breath, but I took his abuse nonetheless.  After
all, I reasoned, I asked for this.

   Bi Teen Lust - Part 2

   Just as abruptly, George pulled out before he shot his load, and I was
thankful that I didn't have to taste his sour old cum.  He told me to sit
down, and he cut a deal with me.  He would see to it that I got my ass
filled with cock, as long as I agreed to do whatever he said.  My mind
reeled at the possibilities.  I told him I would agree, but I wasn't into
pain or blood or vomit.  He seemed satisfied with my conditions.

   George ordered me to kneel down on the floor, and rest my chest across
the coffee table.  I took my position, and he brought my arms behind my
back, and handcuffed my wrists together.  I could feel the blood rushing up
to my head and back down my spine.  I shivered in anticipation.  George
stood behind me, and slipped a black blindfold on me, covering my eyes.  He
tied it tightly behind my head, and I was completely in the dark, in more
ways than one.

   He sat down behind my helpless body, and worked his eager hands over my
ass.  I felt him twist his index finger into my hole, and plunge it all the
way in, with one firm push.  I yelped a little too loudly, and he slapped
my ass sharply, grunting for me to shut up.

   He plopped my rolled up bath towel onto the table, and flipped it open,
revealing the toys that I had brought to the party.  I felt the thinner one
pushing against my lips, and he forced it into my mouth, telling me to make
it wet.  His other hand felt around for my quivering hole, and I could feel
greasy lube being worked into me with his fingers.  He worked quickly, and
in no time, he was guiding the dildo toward its ultimate destination.

   He slapped my ass several times with authority, then, jammed the rubber
toy into my tight opening.  It hurt some, as he surprised me with his rough
approach.  Soon, I was bucking against his pounding thrusts, and I was
really starting to like the idea of being his willing sex slave.  He kept
slapping my ass with one hand, while fucking me wickedly with the dildo in
his other hand.  I could feel my butt getting redder with each slap, and my
cock was screaming underneath my body.

   Apparently, George was getting aroused, even though I didn't present him
with a smelly enough asshole.  He pushed the toy deep into my anal canal,
and left it there.  He resumed his place in front of my face, and knelt
down.  I could feel his fingers grip my hair again.  This time, his cock
was below my head, and I had to bend my neck down in order to accept his
thick cock into my mouth.  I strained to get my lips around his generous
girth, as he began steadily fucking my mouth.  He jerked my head towards
his body, while thrusting his slippery cock deeper and deeper into my
throat.  I gagged on it more than once, and he told me to breathe through
my nose.

   I was so focused on my throat fucking that I didn't hear George's closet
door quietly open.  It wasn't until I felt the dildo being pulled slowly
out of my ass that I became aware of someone else's presence in the room. I
panicked, but I couldn't really protest, with my mouth full of George's
cock.  A stiff tongue replaced the toy, and I could feel someone's lips
lock onto my anus and begin to suck it with enthusiastic vigor.  This
excited me to no end, and any thoughts of objecting to this mysterious
interloper had vanished.

   As I continued to act as George's fuck toy, the ass sucking stopped, and
was replaced immediately with the pressure of a real cock head entering my
back door.  It slipped in past my sphincter muscle rather easily, and
slowly moved into my rectum.  The fucking motion that followed felt
wonderful, just as I had imagined it would.  I met the thrusts halfway,
pushing back with all my might to meet the intruding phallus.  I was
getting ass fucked with a wanton abandon that far exceeded my expectations.

   George's grip on my hair tightened, and I could feel his cock well up
and tremble, as his hot jizz pumped into my mouth, and I began swallowing
as best as I could.  George emptied his sack, slamming my face time and
again, squirting and spurting his sticky goo down my throat until he had no
more to offer.  I felt that amazing cock pull out of my ass, and it sounded
like the two men traded places.  Standing behind me, George grabbed me by
the hair, and yanked my head back, commanding me to open my mouth and stick
out my tongue.  The other man stood in front of my face, and laid the head
of his cock on my outstretched tongue as he pumped his shaft with his hand.


   I could taste the first drops of his cum on my tongue, followed closely
by a huge explosion of hot steamy sperm that shot deep into the back of my
throat.  The man rubbed his cock on my tongue, encouraging even more of his
man juice to fill my mouth.  When he finished, he slid his softening member
full into my mouth, and George told me to suck my ass juice off the man's
cock, which I did with enthusiasm.

   He pulled out of my mouth, and he and George worked together to
reposition my body.  I felt my hands go free, and George instructed me to
lie on the table, flat on my back.  He recuffed my hands under the table,
knelt down between my legs, and proceeded to lick the underside of my
shuddering cock.  He licked tantalizingly around the head, then, he wrapped
his lips around it, drawing my cock deeply into his mouth.  I was going to
explode any second, as I could feel the mystery man's feet take their place
on either side of my head.  He squatted down over my face, and lowered his
ass onto my mouth.

   George interrupted his deep-throating long enough to bark at me to lick
his friend's ass clean.  I tongued his entire anal area, and I was
surprised that it didn't taste bad at all, maybe a little sweet.  Darting
my tongue in and out of his shaved asshole was enough to put me over the
edge, and I unloaded my hot teen cum down George's throat.  I didn't think
I would ever stop pumping my jizz into his gulping mouth, but finally, my
body went limp with exhaustion.

   George's friend got off my face, and I could hear clothes rustling.  The
door opened and closed quickly, and the mystery man was gone.  George took
the man's position over my mouth.  "Now, lick my stinking ass clean too,"
he growled.  As he lowered himself down onto my face, I knew right away
that he wasn't exaggerating.  His ass smelled awful, and I could feel his
anal pubes tickling my nose.  I gagged from the stench of old ass, and
tried to move my head to the side to avoid any further contact.

   George was outraged by my disobedience, and he reached back and grabbed
my balls with all his might.  I cried out, and I saw stars behind my
blindfold.  "Do as you're told, boy," he admonished.  I didn't have much
choice, so I began to lick his ass dutifully.  George pressed his hairy
asshole down on my mouth, and told me to suck his ass, and tongue-fuck his
hole.  He groaned as he rode my mouth hard, and I could hear him whacking
his revived cock feverishly.  He got up abruptly, turned around, and shot
his load all over my face.  When he finished ejaculating, he rubbed his
sticky cock on my face, and slapped his cock several times on my forehead.
He pulled my head closer, and rammed his cock into my mouth without
warning, telling me to clean that up as well.  I licked his dick clean,
happy that it tasted a lot better than his rancid ass did.

   Finally spent, George reached down and removed the handcuffs.  As I sat
up, he pulled the blindfold off my eyes, and I blinked and squinted against
the light, rubbing the numbness from my arms.  He threw a towel at me, and
I wiped my face.

   "Well, you got what you came for, are you happy now?" he asked me.  I
could still feel the taste of his stinking ass in my mouth, and I frowned.
"Yeah, well I got what I wanted too, you fucking little pussy eater," he
said.  "Now, get out of here before I make you eat my shit," he ordered.  I
put my robe on, rolled my toys back into my towel, and slipped out of his
room without a word.  I headed straight to the showers, and I filled my
mouth with the warm, flowing water from the showerhead.  I walked back to
my room, and lay down on my bed.  I went over the events of the night in my
mind, and my cock stiffened immediately.  I whacked it fiercely and shot my
load all over my freshly cleaned stomach and chest.

   As I reached for my towel, I thought of the excitement I felt having my
ass filled with a real cock for the first time.  I also scrunched up my
face at the thought of licking George's rotten ass.  I wondered if the
whole gay issue was finally satisfied, and if I could go back to just being
straight.  Then, I sat down at my desk, pen in hand.  I grabbed a piece of
paper, and started writing.  "Dear George," I wrote, "What are you doing
next Saturday night?"

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