I was sitting at home when I got a call from Michelle. A week ago I had blown and been fucked by her boyfriend before a concert while she watched. I didn't know her before that day, and we hadn't spoken after the show, so I was suprised to hear from her. (You can read about that fun in bisexual adult friends- the story is called "warm up before concert")
"Hey B. Did you like what we did with you?"
"Yes..." I said warily. One doesn't just call a casual acquantaince and ask how they liked their homosexual experience. And when asked you don't reply ("oh god yes lets do it again right now!")
"I remember seeing his dick go in your ass, and watching your ass gape when he pulled out- and then watching it go in again."
"I remember that too Michelle" were we having phone sex?
"I loved watching him rub his cock against yours, and both of you being so hard." She was breathing heavily. I guess we were having phone sex.
"Are you touching yourself Michelle?" More heavy breathing. "Michelle are you touching yourself when you remember how he was in me up to his balls and I was so hard and begging you to touch my dick?" I heard her moan. OK, so she wanted me to talk her off. Not a problem, as the experience was one of my hottest yet. I was bi, but I had a real fetish for bottoming in front of women. I liked watching their reactions while I was being used by another guy. My day with Michelle and Frank was perfect. So I talked, and before long I heard her sharp rapid breaths become a sigh, and I knew she had come. She spoke again.
"Look, this is great. But I called you for a reason." I wondered if she were licking her fingers. I remembered how she tasted, and my own erection was painful in my pants. "I talked about what happened with my friend Julie. Don't be mad. I was worried that I was a freak for getting off watching two guys fuck. But the more we talked about it the more she became..."
"Aroused?" I broke in
"Curious. So there is this place that we were hoping we could all go."
"You want to watch me with a guy again?"
"I want to show her how hot you were, so that maybe if she sees for herself she'll know how I felt."
"And does Frank want to play again?"
There was a pause. "This would be without Frank"
"But Frank was hot" I remembered his smooth body, long hair, and necklaces. I remembered how the hair in his freshly washed crotch smelled so clean, for a few moments, before it got nasty. I did miss Frank.
"Don't worry B. We have something else for you."
"I'm not gay Michelle." I heard her giggle. "Really, I am bi. What's in it for me?"
"You didn't seem so concerned about being bi when I walked in on you sucking Frank's dick." (true enough) "But don't worry B, if you show us a good time I am sure you'll be taken care of."
"Good. After all it was your touch that brought me off." I said, remembering how she finished me and then had me lick my cum off her hands.
"Ok, well, can you meet tomorrow afternoon at the Olympic?" The Olympic was a run down theater near the University that had a seedy reputation.
"You want to meet in a porno theater? Where is the romance Michelle?"
"Fuck your romance B., this is about lust. Are you horny enough to show? 4pm. Meet you out front" I hung up the phone and started to wack off thinking about what Michelle had planned. I stopped, as I figured I might want to save this cum so that I could blow a really huge load and impress Michelle, and this friend of hers Julie. I wanted her to see how much fun it can be for a guy to service another guy.
The next day we met outside. It was bright and sunny. I figured there was no point in going anonymously, so I wore my hair long and not tied back. I had on a favorite Crade of Filth T-Shirt ("Death and Her Embrace" They were a solid band back in the day even if some of the fans became cheesey and popular) and some loose sweat shorts, I had tied the band loose so that it could open up easily. Instead of underwear I just had on a jockstrap.
I saw Michelle, and she looked positively radiant in a leather skirt, leather jacket, and what appeared to be a Hellhammer T-shirt. Her friend, Julie, was something else. Dyed blonde hair, nosering, a Sister's of Mercy shirt, and a black skirt. She looked like a recovering goth (hey, it's a great phase and still gave us great music and pictures). Looking at Michelle's smile and twinkling eyes I wondered which of us was more excited about this afternoon.
"I knew you'd show B. I told Julie you were a little cock whore"
"What else did you tell her?"
"She said you eat pussy like a champ" said Julie. I smiled. Many men think of oral sex as just a prelude to sex. I think that if somebody will let you lick their genitalia- it is your responsibility to bring them off with your tongue. Especially women as their first couple of orgasms are just warm up anyway. Some men get soft for a bit after you suck them off, so better to have somebody else handy if you want to get fucked. But even so there is something so satisfying about having somebody orgasm around your mouth. To lick a woman just to get her wet enough to penetrate is to skip past a whole adventure. Besides, once they orgasm you can slide in so nicely anyway. So I was glad that Michelle appreciated my training and discipline.
"I told her you eat dick too" Michelle said when she saw my grin. "We should go inside. I heard that after four guys get out of work and the University crowd comes in to work off the pressures of the day."
I remembered college- having to have sex every night and still wacking off a couple of times a day. I was six years out of school- and while sex had certainly gotten better, the perpetual horniness and rapid orgasm tension had faded. Orgasms became more intense, my dick stayed harder longer, and a night of lovemaking would still last for hours- but I did need to sleep in the next day!
We paid for our tickets and walked in. After the bright sun outside the theater lobby seemed almost black. It was probably for the best, as the place was drabby and dingy. It had seen better days. Still, there is something beautiful about a decaying building. Give me a run down beautiful theater like this instead of a flourescent light basement booth any day. There was no time to contemplate the decline of civilization, as Michelle had grabbed my hand and was pulling me forward toward the theater door.
"Come on in this one. Hurry." Michelle and I went ahead and Julie was a couple of steps behind us. I turned and looked and saw her looking at me, curiously. When we got in Michelle had me sit in the back, a couple of seats in. I thought how the floors in normal theaters were sticky, and realized how disgusting this place was- as I was pretty sure my shoes were not sticking to soda pop and gummy worms. On the screen some cute Russian chick (the natural looking ones are all Russian now- the California girls are all silicone and scars) was getting DP'ed by two guys and moaning passionlessly on cue. Michelle and Julie sat in the aisle.
"Julie, you go grab a seat behind B and a bit more inside. I am going to check this place out." Michelle bounced off. There were a few guys there sitting by themselves. All I knew about porno theaters I learned from reading Nifty, and so I was a bit surprised to not see some manwhore getting fucked in the aisles. Well, it was early, right? Michelle came back a few minutes later "Half the guys here had their dicks out!" she seemed excited. What did she expect? There was sex on the screen. She got in my row, but moved way down to my left. So Julie was behind me about six to the left, and Michelle was down about 8 to my left.
"What am I, bait?" I asked.
"Yes!" she said. The DP on the screen was now approaching its end. The girl was kneeling and the guys had their cocks out on each side of her face, wacking furiously. I turned back to Julie "I think I know how this ends" She cracked a smile.
Even a passionless facial gets my dick hard. (i wondered about being a porn actor- how sad is it that you can have sex and still not get really hard anymore. I love my hardon, and enjoy how it feels.)
Looking to either side I spread my legs and started rubbing my hardon through my pants.
"Now don't start wacking off" Michelle scolded. I could see she was watching me.
"Bait" I said with a smile, and she smiled too.
The 4 pm tip was right. At about 4:30 a guy came in and looked around. He wasn't nervous, he was hungry. Middle aged, wearing a tie, and looking in a hurry. I sat back, made sure my hardon was pointed through my sweatshorts, and started rubbing my dick with my fingers from my left hand. The universal signal for come-and-get-it. He saw me, and a smile flickered around his face. He sat down next to me on my right.
"I haven't see you before sweetie" he said to me.
"I haven't seen you either" I turned to look at him. 5oclock shadow, greying temples. I felt sorry for the guy a bit, but knew that this would not be fun like Frank. Unless he was packing a real monster he wasn't getting in my ass today.
He reached out and put his hand on my shorts. No messing about. (Ok, this is a fetish of mine too. I like it when guys feel me up. Sitting down sporting a boner- or even standing up- it's nice to have somebody grab it. It shows that they can't control themselves, that there is no courtship or game, they want dick and they think yours is nice. So I was glad to feel his hand on me.) He turned to me. Did he want a kiss? No.
"Do you suck?" he said. What a romantic.
"Do I suck what?"
"Come on man." I saw his right hand go to his fly. His left hand was still feeling my dick through my pants squeezing harder. I was pleased to see a wedding ring on his finger. So he had to get off before going home. At least as a professional guy he would be clean.
A few seconds later his cock popped out. I was pleased to see at least a solid six. Not great, but not pathetic. It had a nice curve to it. He pulled my dick faster. "Come on and suck it man."
I wasn't opposed, and so I went down for a closer look. His dick had been in his pants all day- that was for sure. But he was clean and cut and had a nice shape.
"Ask nicely" I said without putting my head up. In response he pushed down on me with his right hand.
"Suck it fag" he hissed. Ok, somebody was certainly insecure about his sexuality. But stilll, it was a nice cock. I opened my mouth and began giving him a better blowjob than he deserved.
"What are you looking at?" I heard him say.
"You mister." I recognized Michelle's voice. "I want to see you fill his mouth"
I felt both hands pushing on my head as he pumped. Since he was holding me down I couldn't get my tongue out to lick at his balls when I deep throated him. His loss. He took one hand off my head (the hand with the wedding ring) and put it back on my dick. "Am I making you hard fag?"
To answer I shifted my hips forward, an invitation for him to take my dick out. He obliged and started pumping it. "Are you getting off on eating my giant cock fag?" Well, he wasn't giant, and it wasn't great, and there is no way I was going to cum for him, but when you have a cock in your mouth there is only so much you can say. So I made a muffled noise and started flicking my tongue around his cock (if he would hve let my head come up I would have licked his head, but again- his loss). I hoped that Michelle was seeing his wedding ring as he pumped my dick. That thought alone was enough to almost make me cum- and I had to watch it because this guy was getting no cum.
Suddenly the guy grunted, and I felt my mouth fill with his warm cum. He didn't taste bad. If he just worked onhis technique with a nice dick and good cum I am sure plenty of guys would be happy to suck him off- but maybe that wasn't his thing.
"Drink me fag" he said. But I didn't. I planned something better. Even as the last bit oozed from his dickhead into my mouth he pushed me back and got up. He looked at me, my chipmunk cheeks filled with his cum, and over at Michelle who, I saw, was sitting next to me now.
"Freak and a fag" he said as he turned and left, fixing up his fly.
I turned to Michelle, and Julie was leaning over the seatback to look too (I saw she had gotten closer). I smiled, and then pushed his cum out between my loosely sealed lips. I felt it run down my chin, and then I started to blow it out- making a couple bubbles and sending small globs spraying out. I let me mouth hang open as the last of his cum ran out over my lower lip.
"What an asshole" said Julie.
I looked at her. "He was no Frank. But he needed to get off and we need to send a signal that we're open for business back here."
I turned around to face the screen and look out, and realized I had already had some success. Guys had moved closer, and across the aisle one guy was looking at the three of us (well, me really, I had the cum on my face) wacking off slowly.
"Did you see his wedding ring?" I asked. Michelle laughed and shook her head yes. Julie looked hurt. "I didn't notice".
"That's OK babe" said Michelle. "I think there will be more happening soon. And as she spoke I felt a hand on my shoulder.
I turned around to find myself face to face with a massive black cock. The kind that you see in porno but assume to be faked. I let it brush across my nose as I looked up into the eyes of a big grinning man. "Let's see what you got dude"
I wanted to just dive in, but immediately saw the problem. While I could get him in my mouth, their would be very real jaw strain, and the one thing he would not want was a toothy blowjob. So I licked.
As I licked I looked back to see Michelle licking her lips, her eyes wide open in astonishment. I nodded to her, and she came down with me. Her tongue snaked out and together we licked this monster cock.
"That's good babies. Often it takes two of you to eat me"
As I licked Michelle got more adventureous, and started to take the head into her mouth. I could see the pleasure on her face, and I heard him sigh. I licked my way down his cock- it seemed like a foot but was probably only ten inches. Ten magnificent inches...
I got down to his ballsack- nicely shaved. I licked and started to suck his skin into my mouth, squeezing it oh so gently with my gums. He moaned some more. I felt a hand on my cock. I looked down and saw Julie's hand (black fingernail polish of course) on me. She was pulling my pants down, and started to finger my ass while she played with me. I glanced at her face, and saw that she was also entraced by our new friend and his dick. I dove deeper into his balls, getting him to spread his legs a bit. Seeing her opening, Julie leaned in and extended her tongue to get a taste.
He now had three people working his erection (well, I had shifted to his balls and started to try rimming, but we were all down there). As excited as I was I knew there was no way I was going to be able to take his dick, and trying would spoil what was shaping up to be a good evening. Luckily I didn't need to try. Julie stood up, releasing my cock, and facing the guy.
"I need to have you inside of me" she said, and abruptly turned around, sliding her skirt down and moving her panties to one side. She shoved her ass back to us, and the guy looked pleased .
"Baby, trust me, you're gonna want to loosen up first." I saw the opening, but was too slow. Michelle leaned over the seat, and stretched her neck to reach Julie's pussy. I saw Julie had jet black public hair (dyed?) and a clit ring. She pushed back into Michelle's mouth and squeeled. Obviously these two had played before.
This left his big black cock for me alone, and I was not going to waste the opportunity. Untangling myself from between the two women and turning fully around, I once again faced his dick. This time I opened wide and he slid in. I worked my tongue in his slit, happily lapping the precum.
He reached out and started fondling Julie's ass cheeks as Michelle kept eating her pussy. By Julie's reaction I knew that Michelle was a skilled muff muncher. (What an amazing girl!) I heard a squeak from Julie, and guessed that was an orgasm. Then she said "we can play any day Mich- let me see if your friend is really that good." Finally! Pussy! I could restore the taste balance in my mouth. (Guys were good, but so were women.) But I was too slow again. As I got off his cock he pushed me to one side.
"Your cock sucking got me ready, now I want to fuck." I looked at Michelle, as we were both out in the cold. She slid over to me as he lined himself up around her soaking wet pussy. I went in to kiss Michelle's glistening face, and was rewarded by the taste of Julie's pussy juice.
We heard Julie start grunting and making noises, and knew that he was slowly penetrating her. While I felt excitement in my ass, I was glad that wasn't me. I reached out and started caressing Michelle's tits. Even when we had gotten intimate before with Frank, I had never really had a chance to embrace her. I love holding a woman. They are so soft, and their body yields in just the right places, enveloping me as I caress. Men are sharp, angular, rough, and always apart. With a woman you can totally melt inside her. She stood up and came around to my row, and before she could sit down I slid my hands up her skirt. Her underwear was SOAKED! I slid it down her legs, and used my knuckle to massage her vulva. I could feel her wetness covering my hand.
"Prove to me you're really bi- let's see how you fuck" she said to me. Then she turned, and sat herself down in my lap. I put my arms around her and we started to french as I felt her pussy slide down around me. This feeling- being inside a woman, having your tongue in her mouth, and her chest crushed against you as she starts to move- this is the most intimate position- and I could never give it up.
Beside us we heard Julie gasping as she was being taken. I felt something brush my cheek, and Michelle and I broke liplock. There was a guy in the aisle next to us with his fly open.
"You two are so hot- please suck me"
This time I wasn't waiting, and I gobbled his dick down. In a few seconds my nostrels were up against his pubes and I had him down my throat. I felt Michelle's arms get tighter around my back as she increased the speed of her bouncing.
She leaned in and kissed my cheek, and I slid his dick around so that it was poking into my cheek- causing it to puff up as she kissed it. Her throaty moan told me she was coming, and a few seconds later I felt my balls get drenched. This was paradise.
This is only the first part- I can't wait to tell you what happens next. Let me know what you think reading this- I love your horny emails. I also love it when you submit or donate to Nifty- so think about doing that. You can see pictures of guys who turn me on at longhairedguys.tumblr.com and I hope to hear from you.