==I write for sex-obsessed folks like me, not for kids under 18, not for prudes or those ruled by prudes. So kids and prudes....leave!
I am a true bisexual, though people scoff at the entire idea. I have measured by responses to both sexes and while it tilts slightly in favor of women, the effects are equally strong. I have felt heart-pounding crushes for gals; not so much for guys. Guys have to be right there, pressed against me for that to occur.
I am blessed in my appearance and it gives me lots of attention plus the luxury of choice for sexual partners. I am committed to lots of sex; perhaps because I am still young: only twenty-one. But just being at that magical age does, itself, doesn't guarantee being delightfully pursued by both sexes, but if you can imagine a six footer, perfect skins on face and body, arresting turquoise eyes and crowned with a luxurious head of blond curls, you have a package that is irresistible to most humans.
An example of my appeal: yesterday I was in a New York City museum, which one is unimportant. I was taking a leak at one of the open urinals, one of sixteen (I count everything). A slim Asian lad came into the men's room, empty except for we two. He glanced at me, took the urinal, two away from me, a choice that was not normal. A straight guy would have taken the one farthest away and turned to hide his stuff. But not my neighbor, he opened his belt, dropped his pants below his balls, took out his fawn-colored prick, shook it, as if he was an office seeker and proceeded to let it hang, unemployed for a long time. He stared at me. When I allowed my eyes to turn toward him, he lifted his eyebrows and gestured toward my cock that was just emitted the last few drops. I knew immediately what he was asking, silent movie style. I nodded, the boy was young, cute and charmingly bold. He feel to his knees, stuck out his tongue, licked my stuff in a friendly, how-to-you-do fashion. He noted that I stiffened up, and considered that as an invitation and began a vigorous suck. He was fucking good at his chosen job. In less time than I would have preferred, I moaned softly, gave two grunts, and delivered the goods; lots of it. He swallowed gamely, but when he rose there were dots of my essence on his tan chin. He mumbled a spooge-blubbling thanks, zipped and left. That was nice, I was satisfied, at least for the next hour.
I walked along an exhibit of Greek and Roman statues. Shit, these guys were great, though small prick-wise. I loved their noses, especially. Those straight, strong things that went right up to the forehead without the usual dips that ours do. I think maybe my nose is a little like that. Anyway as I rounded a very large, perhaps eight-foot statue of a young athlete I encountered a young man around the ass-of the statue that is-a lovely muscular ass. I generally prefer pert ones, but there is a lot to say for big ones.
This young man stopped me in my tracks. You remember I told you that I get that effect from gals, not guys, but this was different. For a moment I couldn't breathe and I think I let out a little sound. He glanced as me and walked away. There must have been something about this boy that affected me so. He was about my age, beardless, his face devoid of character lines, his hair cropped close, large eyes with untrimmed eyebrows and a muscular physique. I took him to be a little shorter than me. He was wearing a wife-beater, exposing big arm muscles and thick forearms. A crazy thought came to me: he greatly resembled an action figure I had as a child. Perhaps that was his effect on me. As he walked away, shit, he had that large, big-cheeked ass like the statue.
I did something I have never done before: I followed him. He was way down the end of the passageway leading to the French impressionist exhibit. I saw him enter. I entered. He was sitting on a bench and looking at one of the paintings. I started at the door and slowly made my way from painting to painting, pretending to study them. Now normally in my life, my looks would attract and I wouldn't have to do anything but just wait. No so with GI Joe. He continued to stare at the painting, then took out a notebook and wet a pencil and made some notes. Nice tongue I thought, long, and bright pink. He was a healthy bugger. But the bugger paid me no attention whatsoever. Then he got up and walked out. I followed shamefully. Shit, I was now a full-fledged stalker.
I lost him in the maze of the passages, but found him against looking at an Egyptian mummy of a princess. I joined him. Now or never. "A charming wrap, don't you think?" I cracked, hoping it was funny.
He laughed briefly. What a sound, deep, crackly and penis stiffening. "I think it needs a cleaning before the ball. No?"
It was my turn to guffaw, I muffed it, sounding giggly. He turned toward me and projected his full manliness in my direction. It was so powerful, I had to take one step back. "You following me, guy?"
"I...I...I, yes I am. There is something about you that fascinates me." Wow, that was risky. I might sound like a molester, which I wish I was and could, at least toward him.
"You want to pick me up, is that the idea?"
"Yes." This couldn't be me, me who everyone wants to bed.
He studied me. He even walked around behind me, as if I was a statue. Finally he said, "Nice."
"What's nice, my ass."
"All of you. The whole package is nice. My sister would love you."
"Sister, I was kinda thinking....you."
"What's your name?"
"Craig," I said.
He held out a ham-like hand. "Bob."
There is something about his hand, it made my normal hand feel small, it also was smooth and warm. I became aware that my cock was pushing out the white, short-shorts, I was wearing and he noticed and smiled.
"I don't make it with boys....usually, unless it is in a three-some, but you are a nice one. Would you like to come up to my apartment and meet my sister, Betty?"
"Sure. A three-some is toothsome to me."
He put his arm on my shoulder. "Hey, you're fun. It's just down the block, a white-stone."
It was quite a place, a lot of money here, I thought. He used his key, we entered the little lobby and a two-person elevator was waiting. We squeezed in. It was intimate, I could smell him: a mixture of showered-that-morning body odor and a lemony scent. I was a little dizzy from him or the cologne.
The elevator was a slow one, but I enjoyed every moment, finally it stopped with a sharp jump and I fell against Bobby's bulgy arm. It was smooth against my bare arm and I got a more concentrated whiff of his smell. He pushed me to a vertical position with his big hands. I closed my eyes, enjoying the moment. We stepped out into a tasteful foyer, a Chinese vase on a black lacquer table, one framed picture of a Chinese letter that I hoped meant happy sex. "It means long life," Bob said, reading my mind. He called out in his basso, "Betty, you decent, I have fresh meat here."
Oh no, I thought. This might turn out to be an unpleasant experience. I might be drugged or raped. Who are these people? What a dope I am to follow my cock to this strange place, but then Betty come into the foyer, her family's characteristically large hand proffered. "Oh you are gorgeous. Bobbie has such good taste. Come in, Martini's at the ready."
Betty was the absolute female version of Bob. She was not so chucky, rather just strong, like a female athlete. She was dressed in black shorts and a simple white blouse. I could see her strong lets. She also had the smooth face with no character lines and she kept her eyebrows thick. I noted that her eye color was the same as Bob's, dark brown. Both Betty and Bob spoke in an accent that suggested that English was not their first language. Later I found out a lot about them. They were born a year apart. Betty was the elder. She described them as fraternal twins with Bobbie being a late arrival. Yes they were born in Sweden. "We studied English beginning with first grade. "You have to, no one is gong to learn Swedish."
She poured the drinks. I sat down on an easy chair and sipped my drink. "Bob is too young to drink, at nineteen. Say you are too Betty. However, I am perfectly legal."
Bob asked if I am careful to do everything legal. "Why do you ask?"
"How about trying our water bong?"
Now I don't do drugs and don't drink much. It cuts down on sexual abilities, but what the hay,
Bob busied himself in packing the bowl and filling the water holder. "I use lavender flavoring."
While he did that, I got the third degree from Betty who moved over and sat on the arm of my chair. This put her in a position to touch me a lot. Her reactions to my remarks caused lots of touching and before long I was beginning to breathe deeply.
I told her that I graduated Princeton with a MBA and now worked in my father's brokerage house. "My, my, so young, only twenty one, you must have skipped grades. So handsome for a smart boy."
I was going to answer something stupid when Bob shoved the mouthpiece into my mouth. I took a drag. It was nice and cool and the favoring helped. As I held the smoke and handed the mouthpiece to Bob, I found that I was smiling. Betty noticed. "See Craig this is happy stuff. Our boy here is real happy. Aren't you darling? Take off your shoes and socks and wiggle your cute Ivy League toes for us. Stupidly I obeyed. I'm not sure why, but I felt really comfortable with them.
Another pull on Puff the Magic Dragon and I noticed that I was feeling warm. After all my shoes were off, now came my shirt. Ah, the AC in the room made my nipples harden, but it felt nice. "Where's Bob?" I slurred.
"He's in the shower. This shit really gets to him and he'll have to take a short nap. But sweetie, I'm here to entertain you."
I felt so tired I could hardly hold the pipe mouthpiece. Betty held it for me. That was nice, I rested my head against the pillow of the couch. "I heard Betty say, "I want to kiss that soft baby mouth. Is that okay?"
I lisped, "Sure" and I saw her smooth face hovering in front of me. I closed my eyes. I felt the warm lips against mine and I dove into the sensation, hurling myself into a swirling pattern of horny sensation. The lips were insistent. A tongue forced its way into my mouth and licked my tongue avidly. Then it was removed. I looked up, there was Bob naked, his long pale cock pointing at me, the head bore a large bead of pre cum.
"Come on queer, suck it."
I was feeling almost hypnotized, unable to resist his command. His cock head rested on my lips. I could taste his pre cum, sweet and sour at the same time. "Open your mouth blondie." He slapped my face hard bringing tears to my eyes. I docilely took the flesh rod into my mouth. "Thanks that's the way. Is this your first time?"
I nodded, waggling his cock as my head moved. "You've been spoiled by hungry queers, now you can find out what they loved so much. Now suck hard, like you mean it."
I was just like all the ones who gave in to me. I sucked like a bitch, moaning in pleasure. Then I felt Betty's hands opening up my pants. She had something on her hands, lube, I think, and she began wanking me.
I was bucking my hips trying to get more feeling from her hands. Bob was beginning to make grunting noises. He called to his sister. "Bet, stick your finger in my ass hole. I'm going to cum."
His sperm jetted into my mouth in several large splashes. I swallowed it like a baby with a bottle. When he finished he patted my head. "Good work curly, now let's tend to dear Bet."
"Okay Bobbie," I said in a small voice, "but I haven't cum yet"
"I don't give a shit. Get busy on Bet's sweet pussy."
Betty lay on the couch, her legs up in the air. I knelt down and licked the inside of her thighs, "Do more, you wimp," scolded Bob, slapping me on the ass. "It's a nice ass, though." He began stroking between my ass cheeks. I moaned in appreciation. He rubbed my ass hole. I moaned louder into Betty's hole. Then he jabbed his finger inside and felt for my prostate. When he found it, he began rapidly stroking it until I involuntarily went into my orgasm, "Haw, that's just the way my doctor does it when he wants a sperm sample. I hope you enjoyed it. Now get back to Betty's oyster," My cock was still dripping from my cum.
I dove into her cunt, already wet with salty dew and began swirling my tongue around, finding her hot button I narrowed my tongue and lashed at it until she began to make singing noises. She was on her way. I fucked her with my tongue until she clamped her strong athletic legs trapping my head in a headlock. She released as her final pulsations lessened.
We all quieted down. I sat up on the couch, Bob was sitting on a chair across from me and Betty had donned her terry robe and sat near me. "Well," Bob said, "That was nice. You did good, boy, but I think we ought to call it a night. I should invite you for dinner, but I am just beat fella, okay?"
I nodded stupidly and got up and put my clothes on.
"You can find your way out can't you? Oh, here's my card. If you feeling lonely or horny call us."
He took a card from a holder on an end table and gave it to me. "Bye, bye."
As I headed out the door I saw Bob pick Betty up and put her on his lap and was kissing her neck. I don't know what kind of creeps I fell in with, but I needed fresh air.
End Part One
Do you think that Craig will never see them? Wait for part two.