9 comments/ 63269 views/ 7 favorites I Bisexual Ch. 01 By: bisexualsmoker "Hello," the soft, thick, yet very sexy male European voice said on the telephone. "Oh, hi there," I replied. My horniness deepening at the mere sound of his voice. "So you'll come on over here tonight? " "You bet," I whispered. "Okay, good... See you about eight o'clock." With that, I heard him kiss the receiver just before hanging up the phone. "Right on," I said to myself. I was now getting hot, and I quickly stripped off my clothes, entered the bathroom and took a shower. It was always good news when Sylvian called. I scrubbed every part of my body while thinking about him. My uncut cock hard and my balls throbbing, I got out of the shower and quickly dried myself off. "Ah... There!" I gushed, as I pulled out a large cardboard box from underneath some hanging shirts. This box contained all women's attire. Mostly clothes that some of my female friends had left over at my place. Many belonged to Debby. Debby was a longtime "on-again, off-again" thing. A very sexy, long-legged, auburn-haired beauty. There had been a lot of fun times. Fun times partying. Fun times in bed. I loved her and she knew it. She had decided to clean up her act, though, and go back to school and stop hanging out with types like me. So easily writing me off when talking to other people. Saying I had turned into a "fag," which was certainly saying a lot coming from a closet dyke who wasn't going to hang out in the rock clubs anymore. I began getting more excited as I put on her black stockings and garter. I put on one of her baggy purple wide-necked frilly blouses and tied it up at the front, showing my bare midriff above the ultraskintight low rise jeans I'd pulled on. David Bowie's 'Jean, Jeanie' was playing in the background. Fuck, was I getting hot and horny. I put on some sandals; threw a funky hat over my punky hair; picked up my shoulder bag, and high on the day's first joint, walked out the door to get a taxi. Sylvian always insisted I do that. I was his English whore after all. I'd known Sylvian for several months and saw him often. Things had moved along pretty quickly since I'd met my first gay lover, Jeffrey , in a dark dance club the previous summer. Like me, trendy Jeffrey was new to gay sex, and we were a couple of whores together. Alternating top and bottom. Sucking and fucking and taking in the new possibilities with relish. When Jeffrey and I broke up, I started seeing guys as much as possible, giving blow jobs and getting my ass fucked. I called ads in newspapers. I was getting everywhere. I was getting wilder. A guy had introduced me to xtc, and dancing on it felt as good as the best sex. Only better. I rang Sylvian's buzzer and he let me in. He stood at the top of the stairs with the door open, his hot dancer's body wearing only a thong and a see-through flowery nylon halter top. The nails on his fingers and bare feet were painted red. His grayish-blond hair was tied back in a ponytail. "Good to see you," he said. He placed one caressing palm on my ass cheek, the other settling on my breast. His thick lips met mine. My cock got rock hard, my heart beating faster, as we exchanged this long, wet, evocative kiss. I kicked off my sandals and sat down on the sofa next to him, folding one leg over the other. He liked me to sit that way. The garter straps showing through where my jeans didn't cover my bare ass. I liked it too. After taking a sip of wine, I pulled out my cigarettes and saw the wicked sexual gleam in his eye. "So? You've started buying them now. You're getting hooked," he uttered, groping my throbbing cock. I'd just started smoking when I met Sylvain, and he encouraged me. I felt a sexual charge every time I lit up a long white menthol. All the better for smoky, sexy blow jobs too. "Next time will be a threesome," he said laughingly. I just grinned and exhaled a fresh plume of smoke in the air. Something that turned him on very much. After more wine and marijuana, Sylvian jumped up, undid his thong, and let it fall to the floor. I slipped out of my jeans and nestled next to him, and we fell back on the bed. Legs intertwined, my cock slapping into his cock, we embraced and necked with each other. Vicious, hot, slutty tongue action, as he pinched my nipples and felt up my sex. I was doing the same and going out of my mind with sexual fever. He quickly swung around on top of me into the 69 position. When I felt my hard throbbing cock in his mouth, I was going wild. The only thing I could do to satiate my lust was to wantonly, and rapidly lick his anus. Trying to get my tongue in deeper and deeper. My fingers feeling up his thick, swollen balls and active, potent circumcised prick. After plenty of sweat and pre-cum, Sylvian switched around again, and I got prepared for the fuck position. But no. He lay to the side of me, then on top and grabbed both our cocks with one hand and squeezed. This was unbelievably hot! He knew he had me as he then slid off me and flat-palmed the head of my cock, rotating over and over again. "Oh fuck!" I cried. The cum squirted out, bursting hot and volcanic into Sylvian's palm. It shot out, reaching and staining the slutty stockings I was wearing. Staining the bed sheets. Somehow, in my ecstasy I thought of Debbie. As I always did. Somehow, I laughed. I fell off the bed and onto my knees as sylvian stood up. I shoved my mouth onto Sylvian's very red, very wet, upright cock. Sylvian put both his hands on the back of my head and hard-fucked my mouth. Rocking back and forth, pumping hard and passionately. I almost choked, causing my mouth to fall off his cock, but it was too late. He grunted as the semen fired into my face, stinging my eyes. I desperately got my mouth back on his cock, taking the cum in my mouth, savoring it and swallowing it. I fell back with the cum running down my chin, staining my loose-fitting blouse. I grabbed my cock and balls, shaking them to get the last of this great orgasmic experience out of me. "Wow ... that was awesome," I said, as I slowly pulled on my jeans again, grabbed one of Sylvians gold lighters, and lit up a cigarette. We smoked some more pot and had some more wine. We listened to his classical music and my "Slut music," as he called it. He then handed me twenty dollars to go to the store. What did he want this time? Perfume? Lipstick? No. Just a bag of ice. I felt hot and horny as I descended the stairs. "Oh, that feels so good," I thought as my barefeet touched the sidewalk. It did feel good, very sensual as I crossed at the stoplight. I was high and sexually charged, my mouth full of the taste of cum, and my body sweaty and cum stained. To any gay men who inevitably looked at my impossibly sexy ass, I'd say hello. Why not? I always did, but I had to get back to see Sylvian. I Bisexual Ch. 02 God it felt good! My jeans so fucking tight! Hugging my ass cheeks, hugging my balls and cock. Almost gripping them. I sauntered into the store, and felt the cool, cold surface underneath my barefeet. Any surface felt good tonight. Walking barefoot Over a bit of grass, cold cement, sensual black tarmac. Such a hot and enticing feeling. A sensuality as potent and varied as my mouth on a cock, or licking a hot wet pussy. Sucking on a nipple or my tongue rimming my dominants asshole. God I felt like a slut. Going barefoot could be that good. My hair bushwhacked like I'd just gotten out of bed, which I just had.My eyes bloodshot, and me high as a kite, all in the twilight, stinking of cum, sweat and perfume. Back at the cross light I pulled out a long menthol cigarette and lit it up. The bangles on my wrists accentuating a certain femininity as my long slender fingers worked to light it. The first inhale was always the best. Like sucking in the sin with relish and exhaling even more satisfied. Always expecting more and never being disappointed. Crossing the street, I saw a lady cop. Wow! She was built with tits like torpedoes. An insanely wicked idea crossed my mind! My cock got even harder! "No!No!No! I can't go there! " I giggled to myself! Maybe people were right.The way I'd been acting I was gonna get myself in trouble. I went up Sylvians stairs and opened his apartment door. My god! I couldn't believe my eyes! Why are these people here!?!Looking as shocked as me, standing there in the living room was Jane, an old Cleopatra like aquaintance. She looked hot in tight Calvin Klein jeans, three inch stiletto heels, and a purple/silver shiny tank top. I had at one time become her drinking confidente. Her demented muse so to speak. Somehow though, she always gave me a hard time. With her was Maurice. A definitive gay queen. I had met him in a gay bar and we had shared some of the hottest mutual masturbation sessions possible, with Us two sitting close, legs intertwined, bare toes touching each others asses. His body was taut, muscular though middle aged. He wore his Jeans tight too. He wore a black fishnet top and his short hair grey and spiky. He considered me not butch enough to be his top and he was almost always a bottom, thus our mutual masturbation sessions. The climaxes were incredible to say the least! He liked to give me a hard time as well. How did these two know each other? How did they did both know Sylvian? "Wow! " uttered Jane. "You know Sylvian? " she questioned me. I didn't reply. "For fucks sake! " she exhorted. "You and Sylvian are fucking each other! This is so fucking hot! " We sat down on the couch and poured some wine. "We'll do some Cocaine ," said Maurice, pouring lines out of a plastic bag onto a small mirror he had in front of him. "Not for me! I just stick with booze, "said an Exasperated Jane. I snorted my lines. Feeling the heady rush as my nasal passages became icy. I got up and opened another bottle of wine and lit a cigarette while still standing. "You're really going down babe, " said Jane. Somehow she had alway's gotten a certain pleasure from taunting me. Somehow, it turned me on too. Sylvian then entered the living room. "So you know my friends then? " he said, clutching my crotch and once again locking lips with me for a hefty, sweet very sexy kiss. "Yes, I do, " I said, giggling as I began to peak on the Cocaine. He then pulled away from me and a look of distain overcame his face. "You've been doing Cocaine all of you? Here? " He said, seeing the powdery residue on the table. "Yeh, It's fun! " I said, exhaling a long thick stream of smoke. With that I felt his hand smack aggressively against my face. "Owwww! " I scowlded, realizing that I'd made Sylvian angry. He pushed one of his painted nails into my chest and I backed up into the bedroom. Seeing him this angry was definitly turning me on. "You fucking slut! " He shouted as he pushed me onto the bed. I hit the mattress face down.He put one hand behind my back, and with the other smacked my tight blue jeaned ass several times. It smarted and stung and I knew I'd bear the red marks. I was getting very fucking hot! Maurice had entered the room and stripped off his pants. Sylvian grabbed the bottom off my jeans and tugged. "Take them off my bitch! " he said. I undid the waist button and the jeans slid off, exposing my bare ass to him as I was sat on the bed on all fours. Maurice knelt on the bed before me, shoving his huge throbbing cock right in front of my face. "Suck my cock barefoot boy! You're my queen now, " said Maurice. God that turned me on! being called that by a flaming fem like him was definitely a compliment. I'd come a long way baby! "Oh fuck!This is going to be hot!I gotta see this! " gushed Jane as she sat on a chair, crossed her legs and smoked and drank. Sylvian didn't give me any lube and I didn't want it. I liked it rough and bareback was the only way for me now. With a quick thrust Sylvian shoved his thick potent cock into my asshole. My insides shook. What a fucking feeling! Sylvian at first kept a steady rytham of one massive thrust per second. Each one seeming to drive deeper into me, up against my prostate. My cock was now in Maurice's hand.He squeezed and fondled me.My prick erect and hard enough to stretch my foreskin to it's limit. I shoved my mouth onto Maurices big prick. Felt the hairs in my mouth. I sucked it like my life depended on it. I really wanted to choke to death from it! I needed it that bad. He moaned with delight! "Suck me good you tart," said Maurice Unforgivingly, as Sylvian fucked me, and rolled my nipples through his fingers. Indeed sexual pleasure from all sides.I was in Heaven! I rapidly mouth massaged Maurices member. Sucking and feeling it's head at the back of my throat and savoring the pre-cum. Sylvian's cocked bashed repeatedly into my asshole. I started to gyrate my ass as he changed Rytham ever quicker. Fucking clockwise then counter whilst I was being the best ever cocksucker I could be. I was in sexual ecstacy! The lightening fire anal thrusts were lifting my burning ass higher into the air! I was on fire babe! Maurices cock swished rapidly back and forth in my mouth like the head of a viscious Cobra snake! I felt the first shot of cum hit my tonsils. I drank it down like the thirsty, hungry fallen slut I'd become!Then more came! It seemed to come in pints! Some dribbled down my Chin! Just then I felt Sylvians cock explode into my ass. The thick hot cum shot into me from his Firehose. The head of his cock pulsating violently and going beserk deep inside my asshole. Serpents juice hot, and it swam into me, throughout my entire body.He repeatedly battering rammed his cock into me. Injecting me with his river of sin. Fully until the last! He panted and groaned as he filled me! I was in such ecstacy I couldn't stand it anymore! My ass full of burning cum. My mouth and throat full, indeed in all of me, all full of semen. I touched my cock, knelt over on my side and my cum began to shoot out. A large puddle forming and building on the bed sheet. I wanted to scream with pleasure, but instead gargled and nearly choked from the semen already in my mouth. Sylvian Hard slapped my ass one more time! I was having the greatest orgasm I'd ever had! I moved my head over and licked up my own puddle of cum. The cum shot out of me as I masturbated. I lay there for a good minute masturbating,licking up my own cum.Getting the last from the heat of my hot sex with two gorgeous gay men. I lay there in exhaustion when I was finally done. "Maybe you're not bisexual.Maybe your gay, " said Jane, still sitting in the chair.Arrogant,decadent thing she was. ----------------------- We whiled away the next few hours drinking wine and smoking pot. Sylvian threw a roll of twenties on the coffee table before me. This was much more than just two taxi rides. He always insisted though. There was nothing I could do about it. I was probably going to go out to a club anyway. Sylvian was intent on watching some televised London theatrical production of "The letter opener" by Fatwa_Morgana. Sylvian claimed to know her. He said she wasn't speaking to him anymore with a touch of sadness. I didn't care. I wasn't interested in that hi brow shit. He could watch it alone.