Morning After

Amber Fountaine stories contain sexually explicit descriptions of consensual sexual activity and are not suitable for reading by anyone under the age of 18, or anyone offended by reading such material. These acts include gay and bisexual activity as well as any combination of piss play, diapers, cross-dressing and other fetishes and perversions that may please the author's whims. The characters in these stories are fictional, but are mostly based on the author's true experiences, as well as the experiences of others he has met. Every attempt to conceal these identities has been made. These stories are placed in Nifty for the enjoyment of its readers and are not to be copied and/or distributed without the approval of the author.

The Morning After

by Amber Fountaine

I'm sure every one of you that's ever had a bit too much to drink have woken the next day wondering about the night before, having done something you'd have thought you'd never do. As for me, on this particular morning, I hadn't done `it' but I'd come close - closer than I'd have ever thought I would. I'd had my first three-some with an old friend and his new girl, had tried something I'd never heard or thought of, and . . . well maybe I should start by explaining how it happened.

Gene was a friend in high school. Not a best friend by any means, but a guy I knew that hung in the same crowd. We were on the baseball team and ran track together, belonged to one of the same school clubs, and had even double dated a few times when he was dating the best friend of the girl I was seeing. I didn't see Gene again after graduation until our ten year high school reunion and discovered he hung out at a bar not far from where I lived.

So a couple of years after the reunion, when I'd just gotten divorced after six years of marriage, I stopped in that bar. It wasn't that I'd wanted to see Gene so much as it was that I didn't know where else to begin to re-establish my social life.

I'd been in there maybe three times before I finally got there at a time when Gene was there. Turned out his work required him to be out of town anywhere from a few days to a month at a time and he'd just gotten back from a two week assignment. We had a few beers, brought each other up to date, and I learned a few things that I hadn't known previously.

For one, Gene had been wearing a patch on his forehead at the reunion and had tried to hide it with a ball cap. When questioned, he'd said it was from a jealous woman. The real story, I found out that night was that Gene had been married and the jealous woman was his wife. She'd caught him cheating on her the week before the reunion and the reason she hadn't been with him had been that he'd been in the middle of getting a divorce.

"The last two years have been the best of my life," he'd told me. "I do it all, any time I want, with whoever I want. It's the only way to live."

I figured he'd been trying to cheer me up, and didn't pay his words that much attention. However, from that night on, for the next several months, Gene became my regular drinking buddy whenever he was in town.

I started dating again, got laid a few times, and when I didn't have anything better to do, would head to "The Tavern" to have a few with Gene or any of the other regulars that I'd gotten to know. Last night was one of those nights and that's how I met Lana and all this happened.

Gene was at his favorite place on the back corner of the bar when I joined him. He'd told me he always sat there because it was near the door to the ladies toilet and he could chat with the women going by. That was exactly how he got into a conversation with Lana. She was on the way to go pee when Gene spoke to her and she stopped to say hello.

"Feel like gettin' some more revenge on your ex?" He asked her.

She laughed and told him, "Naw. Thanks for the offer you dirty old man. I've already done you. I'm looking for something different."

Gene winked at me, then told her, "Well then, how about doing the both of us? I'll bet you've never had two at once."

I couldn't believe Gene had just made that suggestion and I was sure the shock on my face would be mirrored on Lana's. But instead, she looked at me, at Gene, back at me, and then told Gene. "It's an idea," she told him. "But first I gotta go pee."

"How about I go with you and you sit on my lap?" he countered.

"You're just full of kinky ideas aren't you? We'll see." she told him over her shoulder as she walked off.

All I could think to ask was, "Who was that?"

Gene explained that he'd met Lana a week ago on the previous Friday night. She'd just gotten divorced from a guy that had been screwing her sister, her best friend, and had even tried to seduce her mom. He told me that Lana was what he called, "Grudge Pussy." He told me that in his experience, which seemed to be a lot more than mine, when women were harboring a grudge against their ex husband or boyfriend, they'd fuck just about anyone to get even. He said that Lana has been divorced about a month, and that her ex had ridiculed her for being so naïve in bed and not wanting to try anything different. So now that she was free to run around, she was fucking every guy she met to get back at him, and trying things with strangers that she'd never done with her husband. For instance, he told me, his was only the third cock she'd ever sucked, but that she intended to suck and or fuck every guy in the place that wasn't married or going with someone. "You want some of that," he assured me, "I'll call her over when she comes out."

I didn't know what to say. But she was definitely attractive, had a nice body as near as I could tell, and the idea seemed at the moment like a good one. However before I could tell him yes, I didn't need to. By then she was done and when she walked out of the bathroom, she walked straight over to us without being called.

"Where you serious or bull-shitting?" she asked Gene.

Gene got this look on his face that was a cross between being shocked and insulted. "Me? Bull-shit? Never! I'm here for you baby. You want a 3-some - you got it. You wanna piss sitting in my lap? My lap is yours. You just tell ol' Gene what you want and you got it."

"Yeah. Sure," she told him with a smirk. "If bull shit was down to a penny a pound you'd still be a millionaire."

He clutched his chest, acting like he'd been stabbed, but this time he couldn't keep a straight face. "I'm hurt," he told her, but he couldn't sell it.

"Don't you think you ought to tell me your friend's name before you start suggesting that we all jump in bed together?"

"This is Bobby, or Robert Spiller," he told her, introducing me. Then like he hadn't already mentioned it, told me, "And Bobby, this enchanting she-devil is Lana."

I put my hand out to shake hers, but instead of shaking, since I was sitting sideways on a bar stool, she put her hand on my crotch and groped by swollen cock.

She grinned at me as she said to Gene, "I think your friend likes me. And I think I like your friend." Then she turned to Gene and asked, "Is he anything like the other Bobby?"

Gene laughed. "I doubt it."

"Well I'm not going to your place. And my roommate's got her boyfriend coming over." Then she turned to me. "Can we go to your place? Do you live alone?"

"Yeah, uh . . ." I stammered. I did live alone and there wasn't any reason that we couldn't go to my apartment. We seemed to be moving very fast and I wasn't prepared for all this to really come about. Yet I couldn't think of a single reason to say no.

"Good," Lana proclaimed, like that sealed the deal. "I've got half a drink left. Let me go finish it and tell Melanie I have a ride." That said, she released her grip on my cock and walked off.

"Wow," I said to Gene, for lack of anything more intelligent to say.

"This is your lucky night old buddy. She is one hot lady and she's willing to try anything. So if there's ever been ANYTHING you've wanted to try and haven't, tonight's the night to try it."

He was staring at me, waiting for my reaction, and the way he was looking at me, as well as the way he'd stressed `anything' made me wonder if he was trying to send me a message.

Between my mom and my ex, I'd gotten in the habit of straightening up after myself so having guests at my place wasn't a problem. And I had a King-sized bed, so there was definitely room for all three of us. But the idea of having sex in front of someone - even a friend like Gene had become - seemed . . . well . . . strange at best. Yet the thought of watching Gene in action . . . maybe I'd learn something.

And maybe Gene realized I was going to need some help. "Between talking and finishing half a drink, we've got time for another quick one." Then he turned to the girl behind the bar and ordered two drinks and told her to make them doubles." Then he told me, "I've got a bottle in my trunk, in case you don't have anything at your place."

I thought that was good and that I'd probably need it, but I didn't want to drink so much I couldn't perform in bed. Yet for some reason, I almost gulped down that double and was finished well before Gene. Gene still had a swallow left in his glass when Lana returned. Quickly we decided that all three would ride with me in my car and that later I'd take Lana home and Gene back to his car. Gene got the bottle from his trunk and off we went.

At my apartment, I turned on the lights and that's when I ran out of ideas, wondering if maybe I shouldn't have even done that. After all, we were there to have sex and we didn't need the lights on for that. I was looking for Gene to take the lead and he was making drinks and small talk. I was nervous, yet anxious for whatever was going to happen to happen. Finally it was Lana that got things going after we'd all had a couple of more drinks.

"I know what he has to give me," Lana told me, indicating Gene, as she moved to stand in front of me. "But all I know about you is what I felt through your pants. So let's get `em off."

As she said it, she was unbuckling my belt and unfastening my jeans. All I could do was stand there grinning as she stripped me from the waist down, briefly fondled my cock, and then began unbuttoning my shirt, telling Gene he should get undressed too. In just a couple of minutes, both of us were standing naked in my living room, our semi swollen cocks on display. Maybe it was the drinks that made me stare at Gene's long enough for him to catch me. I'd never seen another man's cock that wasn't completely soft except in pictures. I was sure he noticed what I'd been looking at before I turned the other way. In an effort to ignore Gene, and to get things moving in a more natural way, I began helping Lana out of her clothes. In just a moment she was naked and my previous assessment of her body proved correct. She was gorgeous!

"Bring your drinks and follow me," she said, heading toward the door into the bedroom and bathroom.

I had to laugh. She'd said, "Follow me," and all the while was pulling us both along like pull-toys, a cock in each hand. The alternative to not following her was having your dick ripped off.

The ambient light from the living room, reflected down the short hall and into the bedroom, gave us enough light to see what we were doing without feeling like we were on a movie set. While I was concerned about getting in contact with Gene, I was more interested in pleasing Lana. We began by placing her on her back in the center of the bed and then Gene and I each took a side. I was on her right side and quickly, without speaking a word, we worked out a technique that kept us from butting our heads. When Gene would go North, I'd go South; or vice versa. Then she told me, "Fuck me Bobby! Now!" Of course I complied.

Up to that point, I'd had no problem coming in contact with Gene and had almost forgotten my apprehension about that. But right after I started fucking her, she pulled me down to kiss her at the same time. And then pulled Gene close enough to suck him almost before I could move my head out of the way. His cock grazed my cheek as it slide between her lips and for the first time I was watching a blowjob from inches away. A couple of times, as she sucked Gene's prick, she looked at me and winked. Then she pulled off him and pointed his cock in my direction, offering it to me.

I pulled my head back, shook it to indicate no, and was about to tell her I didn't do that when Gene told me, "Put her on her hands and knees and fuck her from behind."

When I had her in position and was back to stroking my dick in and out of her hot, wet, hole, Gene got in front of her and let her resume sucking him. I'll have to admit I was pretty inexperienced sexually because this was the first time I'd ever tried fucking a girl doggy style. Between the new experience, and watching her blow Gene, I couldn't hold back and emptied several days load in her. As soon as I was drained and pulled out, Gene flipped her on her back again and I moved to lie beside her. I was a little startled when she began to kiss me, thinking I was kissing a woman that had just sucked my friend's cock. But before I could give that much thought, I realized Gene was eating her pussy.

I almost laughed, thinking that Gene was so drunk that he didn't realize he was lapping up my cum. I was still thinking that and kissing Lana when I felt his lips on my cock and immediately understood that his lapping up my cum was no alcohol induced accident. He was ardently going after the combination of my cum and Lana's pussy juice. By the time he was satisfied that he'd gotten all there was to get, I was beginning to stiffen again and . . . enjoy his ministrations. I recalled what he'd said about trying `anything' and a few more remarks from the last few months made more sense now. My buddy Gene was bisexual.

The rest of the evening became a progressively dimming blur. When Gene moved into position to fuck her, I slid off the bed and after finishing my drink in one gulp, went to the kitchen to make another, taking my time and thinking about all that had just happened. When I returned, Gene was just getting off the bed, having finished for the moment. "Need to pee," he told her. "Want to try it again?"

"No," she said, shaking her head, "But save me a little."

I sat on the side of the bed, wondering if their conversation could really mean what it sounded like. Before I could reach a conclusion, or ask Lana, she pulled me toward her. "I'm ready for more," she told me. "How about you?"

I was ready. All those thoughts in the kitchen about how good it had felt and how erotic it was to have Gene clean my cock with his lips and tongue had brought me back to full erection. My first inclination was to eat her pussy, but knowing that Gene had just pulled out gave me pause. Could I eat a pussy that was full of another man's cum as Gene had done? Well . . . yeah, I could. But should I . . . or would I . . . those were the real questions. Part of me was saying it wouldn't hurt to try it and that Gene certainly couldn't make fun of me since he'd done it. Another part was saying straight guys don't do that and you're supposed to be straight. But then, I'd always considered Gene to be a straight guy and he sure didn't act like what I thought a guy would act like if he sucked cock. And for sure he'd sucked mine.

Lana must have known what was going through my head because she told me, "If you're too chicken-shit to eat me, fuck me." That made my decision much easier. There was a lot about Lana I liked, even if she was being awfully promiscuous at the moment. Apparently she wasn't at all bothered by Gene's earlier actions and if she considered any man that wouldn't eat her used pussy as `chicken-shit' then I was pretty much out of excuses. Tentatively at first, I moved down between her legs and began to lick up the jism oozing out of her slit. I'd be lying if I said I'd never tasted my own cum a few times over the years and had found the taste to be neither pleasurable nor objectionable - just different. However the taste of Gene's, perhaps because of the eroticism of the moment, was much more flavorful. Within seconds I'd licked up all that had leaked out and was probing for more, as deep as my tongue could reach. Lana enjoyed my efforts because I heard her moaning and mutter something to the effect that she loved a guy that would do that for her. As I continued to lick and nibble and tongue her twat, I decided that maybe I was the one that had been too rigid in my thoughts about sex and that from now on I'd be more opened minded about things, especially when it came to sex. Yet a minute later that new open-mindedness was put to the test and I failed.

Gene must not have needed to pee so bad that he had to rush to the bathroom. While I was busy eating Lana's pussy, he'd gone to the kitchen, fixed refills for him and Lana, and set the drinks on the nightstand. Seeing me lapping up his cum, I heard him remark, "Way to go Bobby boy," before he disappeared to use the toilet. At the same time that he was draining his bladder, Lana pulled me up over her and as wet as she was, I was able to enter her without either of us using a hand to guide my cock. And once again, when Gene joined us, he moved to where Lana could put his cock in her mouth. As I pounded into Lana, I told myself that if she offered me his cock again, I'd do it. I'd put it in my mouth and try sucking it. Filled with all that alcohol induced courage, I could be as open-minded as anyone. But then I heard him tell her, "There's not much left," and almost at the same time, saw him begin to piss in her mouth.

So much for being open-minded, I thought as I watched her swallow the few squirts of pee left in his bladder. If she got any more out of him when she began to suck his cock in earnest, I don't know. What I do know is that I buried my face in the pillow over her shoulder so that I wouldn't have to make a decision about sucking Gene or kissing her and a short time later, shot my second load. Then, in a move that was motivated by my urge to get away from Gene's cock as much as it was a desire to pleasure Lana, I went down on her again, this time licking up the meager amount of jism of my second cum of the night. Even that, for me, was a huge change of character.

I'd been having sex with women for nearly fifteen years, had been married for six, and had never once considered eating a woman's pussy after I'd fucked her. This was all far-out stuff for me - things I'd never thought about doing before. And this business of peeing in Lana's mouth? Whose idea was that? Was it something she enjoyed and asked Gene to do or was it another something from Gene's bag of tricks that he'd talked her into the last time they were together? Remembering Gene's remark back at "The Tavern" made me think it was his doing.

And that was about all the remembering I could do. I'd been putting in ten and twelve hour days all week and had only intended to have a couple of drinks on Friday night on the way home. I'd gone way past my limit before meeting Lana, had doubled the consumption of alcohol after that, and it all took a toll. I vaguely recall Lana saying something about, "My turn," and leading Gene into the bathroom, and then the curtain dropped.

As the dawn broke for me Saturday morning, and my senses slowly checked in to let me know they were beginning to function, I became aware of three things. My guests from the previous evening were gone, the place smelled like sex, and dawn for the rest of the world had come earlier. It was already daylight outside. As I became more awake, I fought desperately to determine if I'd really fallen asleep after fucking Lana a second time, or if more had happened that I couldn't remember. I had a vague memory of someone sucking my cock in the middle of the night or early that morning. Was it Lana or Gene? More important, had I sucked him? There was a funny taste in my mouth. Was that from eating out Lana or had Gene cum in my mouth? Like millions before me, I swore I'd never drink that much again and at the same time wondered if Gene had left that bottle of vodka and if I had any tomato juice left to make a Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary or not, I badly wanted something to drink and got out of bed. After a quick trip to go pee, rinse out my mouth, and drink a glass of water, I picked up the three empty glasses from the nightstand and went to the kitchen.

To my surprise and utter delight, I found a freshly made pot of coffee with maybe a cup or two gone from it. I decided that was a nice touch, whether it was Gene or Lana that had made it, and was half-way through my first cup, sipping it standing naked in the kitchen, when it occurred to me that neither Gene or Lana had a way to get home. All three of us had ridden in my car. I was still speculating on whether they'd walked or called a cab when I heard a key in the front door lock and Gene walked in.

"Glad to see you're finally up," he began. As he explained, he dropped my keys on the table. "Lana needed to get home so she could change to go see her mom. I used your car. I hope you don't mind. I'm not in any rush to go get my car so take your time."

If he noticed I was naked, he didn't mention it and we made small talk for a bit.

"Hope I made the coffee the way you like it."

"Fine," I told him. "I was almost hoping I had everything to make a Bloody Mary. I feel like hammered shit."

"Yeah, you sure got hammered last night. We both tried to wake you this morning but you weren't feeling it."

Immediately I assumed that was the blow job that I vaguely recalled. I also assumed that `both' meant they'd taken turns sucking my cock in hopes of making me stir.

"Just as well," he added. "Turned out we didn't have time to do anything anyway. I was hoping to have some more fun with her in the shower."

When I'd gone in to pee, I could tell that they'd taken a shower and I'd thought it had been before they'd left. But if they hadn't had time to do that before they left, then they must have done it last night. Then I recalled Lana leading Gene to the shower last night just before I fell asleep - if I'd fallen asleep. I still wasn't sure if maybe I just couldn't remember anything past that point.

"I noticed someone took a shower. I guess that was you two last night?"

"Yeah," he said with a smirk. "You might say we took a couple of showers." When he saw the blank look on my face he said, "One golden, one regular. Looks like Lana's really getting into that pee play. I got her to try it last weekend at my place and it turned out it was something she used to do with a girlfriend in high school. Be prepared. She really likes you. Must be the way your dick stays hard all the time."

My mind was in such a fog that I hadn't noticed that our conversation and the thoughts going through my mind had given me an erection. I suddenly realized I was standing naked with an almost full hard on in front of my fully clothed friend. "I, uh, was just about to take a shower myself," I stammered to explain the nudity. I hadn't a clue as to how to explain the boner.

"Good idea. Since I didn't get to take one with Lana, I'll join you if you don't mind."

I didn't know what to say. Well that's not true either. I could say, yes' or no.' It was as simple as that. Yet I couldn't bring myself to tell him, yes,' sounding like I was encouraging him. And no' didn't sound like an option either. Gene had become a good friend, and considering all that had happened in the last twelve hours, telling him `no' at this point seemed futile. I'm sure I knew that he had more in mind than taking a shower. Why else would one man ask to join another that was sexually aroused? So maybe I wanted something to happen more than I'd admit.

I'd just gotten the shower water adjusted when Gene slipped into the tub behind me. I had an urge to turn and look at his cock, wondering if he'd gotten hard too. By now, having let the cold water run on it briefly, mine was down quite a bit. But I didn't have the courage and buried my face in the shower spray, hoping to clear the last of the cobwebs from my brain. Then, when I turned to reach for the soap, Gene stopped me.

"I'll do it," he said, showing me the bar of soap in his hand. "Unless you'd like to see what Lana likes to do?"

Was I dumb enough to think he was going to do some sort of solo act and not use me in Lana's stead? Maybe so because I told him, "Show me."

He put the bar of soap back in the dish on the wall, then reached over my shoulder to turn off the water at the shower head. I felt his cock graze my thigh, thought about it grazing my cheek the night before, and felt my own begin to stiffen again. Then he put both hands on my shoulders and paused. "Do you remember Lewis, the guy that played third base with us in high school?"

I had no idea why he wanted to talk about the good old days at Whittier High School at that exact moment, but I told him I remembered Lewis. He was a big kid that was remarkably agile for his size.

"Do you remember the time in the back of the bus on the way to play Lanier that he got to talking about guys that could suck their own dicks? We all said we'd never do that and Lewis had laughed at us, telling us he bet we'd all try it that night as soon as we got home."

When he didn't go on, I told him, "Yeah I remember." Then for whatever reason, admitted, "He was right. I tried it as soon as I got home that day. I couldn't do it."

Gene laughed. "He knew us too well. I tried it too and I couldn't either. But for some reason I decided to tell Lewis about it. He said most guys couldn't and the only way for guys to get their cocks sucked all the time was to find a buddy to do it for them. Then he told me he knew a guy that would do it if I promised not to tell anyone. To make a long story short, he was talking about himself and we were blow buddies for the next year and a half. Did you ever suspect that?"

"No. Not at all. I was really surprised when you sucked me last night."

"Well I'm not going to force you or anything. But I really think if you try it you might enjoy it. In the meantime, let me show you what Lana enjoys. Get down on your knees."

I assumed the reason he'd told me that whole story was so I'd know he wasn't trying to make me suck his cock when he said to get on my knees. But he'd sure given me reason to think. And what I was thinking about now that I was kneeling, was now right in front of my face. I'm sure I must have had some inkling, and maybe some desire, for something like this to happen when I'd gone along with his idea to shower together. But I never expected what happened next, even though he'd given me enough clues.

He had his cock in one hand, manipulating the end, and I was dividing my attention between that and looking up at Gene for my next instruction. "Pretend you're Lana for a moment and that you have tits and a pussy."

Now I almost laughed. If he wanted me to pretend to be a girl, I was sure he intended to use me as one. Instead he began to pee on my chest.

"She like for me to piss on her tits and in her pussy hair," he told me, lowering his aim so that the flow of pee hit the base of my very stiff prick. The hot piss seemed to make it get even harder. Then as the flow began to taper off, he pinched it off and stopped.

When nothing else happened, I was confused. I looked up at him and asked, "Is that it?"

"No," he said softly. "She like for me to finish in her mouth."

For a moment my ears were ringing, my head was buzzing, and my whole body felt like it was numb. Then, still looking up at Gene, I opened my mouth like a baby bird looking to get fed. He started peeing from six inches away and finished with six inches of cock between my lips. I'm not sure at what point I went from drinking his pee to sucking his cock, but what's important is that I didn't stop until he filled my mouth with his cum a few minutes later. I was now officially a cocksucker!

That might have been the end of the story, but there were a few more interesting quirks that are worth mentioning. After a quick shower, we returned to my bed where Gene gave me the most enthusiastic sucking my cock had ever received. Then we fixed and ate breakfast in the nude which was almost a guarantee that we weren't done for the day. That proved true when I decided to try sucking Gene again while he sat at the table. This time he gave me some hints on what felt best and how to cover my teeth and how to fight the gag reflex when his cockhead hit the back of my throat. When Gene suggested we could do this again any time either of us was horny and hadn't scored a piece of ass, I didn't jump at the chance, but I did agree to give it a try. Now that I'd crossed the line, I found it just as exciting to reach out and fondle Gene's prick as it was to play with a woman's tits. It was a real thrill for me to have his cock in my hand and he could tell, making no effort to get dressed until well after lunch.

The next big surprise came when he dug a slip of paper out of his pants pocket and handed it to me. "Lana's phone number. She wants you to call her later, after four, when she gets back from her mom's. For some reason she really likes your scrawny ass."

I wasn't skinny nor was Gene fat. But he did have a pretty good beer gut. "I'm surprised. You seem to be the one that's good at getting the women."

He shrugged and told me, "Can't win `em all. I think she doesn't like the animals at my place."

I recalled, when we were about to leave "The Tavern" the night before, that she had remarked about the two legged and four legged animals at Gene's house. I knew from things he'd said that Gene had a couple of ferrets and had mentioned having a boa constrictor at one time. Maybe he still did. I could see where that would make a woman nervous, and me too. Ferrets are kind of cute, but if I never saw another snake it would be too soon. "I guess you're the two legged animal huh?"

He laughed. "Not really. BobbiLou came in while we were there. She wasn't ready for that."

Now I was confused. He'd mentioned that he lived closer to town with a guy named Bobby in a house that had been Bobby's parent's, not far from where the two of us had gone to high school. And last night Lana had asked if I was like the other Bobby. "So Bobby Lou is the animal?"

"Not really. He's lost a lot of weight since the last time you saw him."

If that was supposed to help me, it didn't and I'm sure the confused look on my face conveyed that.

Gene chuckled. "Okay, let me go back. There's a few things I haven't told you. Remember at the reunion I said I'd gotten that gash on my forehead from a jealous woman? I know I told you it was my wife that did it because she caught me with another woman. Only I didn't tell you the woman she caught me with was BobbiLou. And remember I told you that Lewis and I were blow buddies for the last year and a half at Whittier? Well what I didn't tell you was that after high school, Lewis lost a lot of weight, started using his full name, Robert Lewis, and when he's dressed as a girl, he uses the name BobbiLou."

Then he went on to tell me that right after the reunion he'd moved into BobbiLou's house and the two had been living together for over two years. "BobbiLou has been in some kind of a transgendered therapy program, is living full time as a woman now, and is scheduled to become a woman for good in another year. I won't have that cute little prickie of hers to suck on so I'll have to find a new blow buddy." Then he grinned at me. "In case you're interested that is."

I looked at the number in my hand from Lana. Then I looked at Gene standing there naked and how pretty his prick looked, nestled in that small, trimmed bush of pubic hair and hanging out over his balls. I wondered which I should choose and then thought about how Gene seemed to go equally easy in either direction. I'd only sucked Gene two times, but at that point was sure I wanted to do it again. And at the same time, I was infatuated with Lana. If Gene could enjoy both, why shouldn't I?

So I smiled, stepped up closer, and took that pretty prick in my hand again. "Didn't you say that Lana won't be home until four?"

He smiled, dropped the pants on the floor, and pulled me down on the bed with him. I smiled too. We had at least two hours.

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