Bisexual Fiction: David's Summer Job

By: Bi Guy & Ryan Michaels

David mopped the droplets of sweat that were dripping from his forehead and into his eyes. It was hot - the middle of July - and he was busy cleaning and scrubbing the beach snack shack at the Indian Lake Resort.

David's dad owned part interest in the place, and that's how David ended up as a gofer, clean-up person and lifeguard. The pay wasn't much, but he enjoyed meeting the vacationers, and he especially liked his lifeguard duty.

David had been a competition swimmer in high school. He liked the water, and he liked being with the guys. Sometimes he even thought he liked looking at the guys in their tight swimming trunks. He'd never fool around with a guy, at least that's what he had convinced himself, but looking wasn't a crime, was it?

Outwardly, David was your typical All-American stud, chasing girls and discovering how good sex feels when you're young and strong and always ready.

So far this summer, he'd played with more than one sweet, young girl who'd gotten turned on by David's muscular twenty-year-old body and even disposition. He'd always been attracted to girls around his age, so that's why his infatuation with Mrs. Dexter seemed unusual. Not that she was so old, but anyone over thirty seems old when you're twenty.

Mrs. Dexter - Jessica was her first name - and her husband, Michael, had been at the resort for a week. In that time, David had flirted verbally with Jessica each time he had served her at the snack stand.

David found himself daydreaming about Jessica's big tits and curvy ass. He had seen her and her tall, good-looking husband swimming and playing at the beach. She wore the tiniest bikini he'd ever seen, while Michael favored Speedos, just like the swim team. David had seen the bulge in those tiny swim briefs, and knew there was a large piece of meat inside. Too bad he couldn't see it in the shower room like he did the dudes at school. The thoughts about Michael unsettled David, but turned him on, nonetheless.

Jessica and Michael sunned themselves on the beach and commented to each other about the young lifeguard and how he seemed to enjoy watching them. Jessica told Michael about the little flirtations. Michael stared at David's sexy young body, and his cock grew hard.

Jessica teased him as she rubbed the front of his swimsuit. "David must really turn you on," she said, winking at her aroused husband.

Michael's bisexuality was no secret. In the five years they had been married, Michael had had several affairs, with Jessica's knowledge and blessing. But now it was Jessica who wanted a fling.

"He's so sweet and innocent, Michael. I want him. Will you let me have him?" she asked, almost in a kidding way.

"As long as I can watch him fuck you. He's my type, too."

Jessica's eyes widened. Michael kissed her and whispered in her ear, "Let him have you, and then let me have him."

Michael's tongue delved deeply into his wife's sweet, warm mouth and they clung together, each anticipating the hot time David could bring them. Michael's fingers pushed aside Jessica's skimpy bikini bottoms and he sensuously rubbed his aroused wife's pussy. Jessica thrust her hand inside Michael's Speedos and gently toyed with his erect penis and squeezed his large, heavy balls.

They wanted to do more, but not under David's watchful eyes. Not yet, anyway.

David watched from his lifeguard tower vantage point as the horny lovers played their erotic games. David's prick caused his swim trunks to tent up in the front, and a wet area started to emerge as his cock responded.

Michael and Jessica walked hand in hand back to their cottage, and as they passed the lifeguard station, Jessica winked at David and stroked the nipple of her left breast.

David's hand wandered to his crotch and he rubbed his bulge, nearly shooting his wad when Jessica played with her nipple. Was she hot for him, too? Why, he wondered, with a big stud like Michael to fill her needs? David then thought of Michael's dick and how good Jessica must feel as it pumps her cunt. He wasn't sure what excited him more, the thought of fucking her, or taking hold of Michael's prick and maybe sucking it; or maybe being fucked by him. The thought caused David to shiver with uneasiness.

The next day, David greeted Jessica with his usual big smile and friendly hello as she wandered near him as he was working at the snack stand. His bright blue eyes opened wide as he saw her approach in a skin-tight t-shirt and those skimpy bikini bottoms. The nipples of her ample tits protruded erotically from the thin material of the t-shirt, and David lustily thought how nice it would be to nurse them in his mouth.

"Watcha up to little boy?" Jessica asked with a wink.

"Cut out that little boy stuff!" David responded.

"Ok, ok. I can see you're more than a boy." Jessica gave his body a quick stare, lingering at his crotch.

The unsubtle glance was not lost on David.

"Maybe I need to prove to you I'm no boy," David flirted back.

Jessica extended her hand to David's face. She stroked his tanned skin and smiled. "Michael's gone to Stadium City on business today. I'm available if you are."

The proposition stunned David. He'd been dreaming about Jessica's body since she'd arrived. Now she wanted him. Or was she just flirting, teasing him? "Are you serious?" he asked.

"Very," she smiled.

David couldn't believe what was happening, and he quickly finished his chores at the snack stand and followed Jessica back to her cabin.

Of course, she had lied; Michael was gone, but not far. And he would arrive in time for the show. And maybe more.

Bisexual Fiction: Amber Alert

By: DoorX & Ryan Michaels

 

 

 

My girlfriend's name is Amber, which is kind of ironic as there is nothing cautious about her. All of her friends are well acquainted with her carefree, adventurous and often mischievous behavior and have come to use the phrase "Amber Alert" when they see her coming. These traits of hers are especially true when it comes to sex.

A prime example in that regard happened one night when she, I and a friend of mine named Drew returned to my dorm room after a party. We were all kind of drunk, and I could tell Amber was up to something. She usually gets quite mischievous when she's had a few.

"That sure was a fun party. But I don't think the fun has to end just yet," Amber giggled as she put some music on and then began to twirl around in my room.

Drew and I chuckled as we watched my girlfriend dance. Her demeanor slowly changed as she moved to the music. Her eyes smoldered at us as her lithe body undulated provocatively. She began to rub her firm tits while her slender hips bucked with the music.

Amber smiled impishly at me as she danced toward us. Her eyes locked on mine, she moved to Drew, mounted his leg and ground her crotch against it.

Drew looked at me quizzically, and I could only shrug my shoulders in reply.

Amber raised her arms over her head and arched her chest towards Drew's face, moaning softly as she rubbed against his leg. She then flashed a seductive grin at us, lifted herself off Drew and spun away.

"Ryan, what's going on here?" Drew breathed hotly as Amber began to writhe before us.

"I'm not sure, but just go with it," I replied.

Amber began to do a slow striptease for us. She looked coyly over her shoulder as she pulled her blouse off over her head and unsnapped her bra. She threw the garments back at us, the bra landing on Drew's head. She then turned around and faced us, her hands covering her tits. She raised her eyebrows and smiled playfully at us, then pulled her hands from her chest. She gave us a quick glimpse of her pert tits, then laughed and turned away again.

I could tell Amber was enjoying herself immensely. She was a bit of an exhibitionist and liked to dance for me. But stripping in front of my friend gave her an added thrill. It excited me as well. I loved Amber's body, but I also loved her spontaneous and kinky mind. I knew she was really dancing to entice Drew, and it turned me on knowing my friend was getting hot watching my girlfriend.

I didn't know how far Amber would go with this, but I was bound to find out. Her hips swayed from side to side as her erotic dance continued. Then she turned her back to us, bent over, and slowly shimmied out of her skirt. She kicked the skirt aside and, still bent over, tugged down her panties. They stuck momentarily in the wet crevice of her cunt, then slid down around her ankles. I heard Drew gasp as Amber's firm ass waved in the air at us, her swollen pussy-lips visible between her slender thighs.

Amber gave us a long look at her delectable ass, then turned and gave us a full view of her nubile body. She grinned sexily at us as we lustfully eyed her beautiful face, firm tits, slender waist, and finely-trimmed bush. She then sauntered over to Drew and sat down on his lap.

"Holy shit," Drew groaned as my girlfriend ground her bare snatch against his crotch. She took one of his fingers in her mouth and sucked on it seductively as she squirmed on his lap.

Amber gave my friend a lap dance worthy of the best Las Vegas stripper. She pulled Drew's hands to her tits as she continued to suck on his finger and buck against his crotch.

"Uh, Ryan, you don't mind Amber doing this?" Drew muttered as he instinctively thrust upwards toward Amber's grinding pussy.

"He doesn't mind," Amber cooed as she wriggled on my friend. "He loves me and will let me do anything, and do anything for me. Isn't that right, Ryan?"

I nodded my head. I really was pussy-whipped. Amber was the dominant one when it came to sex. She'd have me do some kinky and wild things, and I enjoyed submitting to her domineering wishes. She once tied me up, tormenting me by sucking my cock for almost an hour but not letting me cum. But when I did, it was amazing. I'd eat her pussy upon command, no matter where we were. One time she told me to eat her out in front of her roommate. Afterwards she had me masturbate in front of them. I was powerless to deny Amber anything, and we each got off on the dominating relationship.

I did feel kind of jealous seeing Amber bounce suggestively on my friend, but I was also enjoying it, and, more importantly, Amber was enjoying it. She wanted Drew and knew that I would not try to stop her.

"Mmm, I can feel your cock all big and hard against my pussy," Amber purred. She then reached down and began to unbuckle Drew's pants. "Let's see if your cock really is as big as the girls say."

We both gasped when Drew's cock sprang out. I had seen his cock in the dorm showers before, and it seemed pretty big soft, around six inches. But now that it was hard, I was amazed at how enormous it was. His cock must have been ten inches long and as thick as my wrist.

"Oh wow," Amber breathed excitedly. "Look at how huge his cock is, Ryan! Take yours out so I can compare."

I reluctantly undid my pants and pulled out my cock. It was already hard from watching Amber. Drew's huge piece of meat overshadowed my average-sized penis, making it look so much smaller than it actually was.

Like a girl in a candy store, Amber played with both of our cocks. "Ryan, you know I've always enjoyed your cock, but look at how much bigger Drew's is. I can barely fit my fingers around it," she said giddily as she tugged my hard dick and gave long strokes to Drew's much longer shaft. Then she took her hand off my dick and placed it beside her other on Drew's cock. "Look, Ryan, it's so big that even both of my hands don't cover the entire shaft!"

All I could do was stand there and watch as my girlfriend ignored my average member and obsessed over Drew's enormous tool. Again, I was jealous, but also very aroused.

"I need to taste your cock," Amber said to Drew. "Then I want to feel this huge pole up my cunt."

Drew looked at me and said, "Ryan, I won't do this if you don't want me to."

"He wants you to," Amber interjected. "He likes me to enjoy myself. Ryan, you know you'd love to watch this monster disappear up my cunt."

I looked at my girlfriend's hands pumping Drew's massive erection and nodded, then vocalized my answer. "Yeah, I would."

"You sure?" Drew asked me.

"He's sure," Amber giggled. "And while I'm sucking your cock he's going to eat my pussy and get it all ready for you to fuck me, right Ryan?" she said flatly.

"Right," I said.

Amber giggled again and then said, "I want you both naked. Stand up and strip for me."

As Drew and I got up and began to undress next to each other, Amber sat back on the couch with her legs spread and played with her pussy as she watched us removing our clothes.

When we were both naked, she directed Drew to step up onto the couch and stand next to her, and directed me to get down on my knees between her legs. She then gripped his raging hard-on, licked her lips at the prospect of sucking the big cock and said, "Let's see how much of this I can fit in my mouth."

As she guided Drew's enormous prick toward her face her eyes closed in rapture, and I watched as she spread her lips around his bloated knob and lowered her mouth. Her lips were stretched in a wide "O" as she accepted barely a third of his massive tool, and then she reached out and put her hand on my head, pushing it down towards her pussy.

Drew moaned as my girlfriend slurped noisily on his prick, and I glanced up to take a look, seeing my girlfriend's mouth clamped around Drew's fat stalk, his huge cock bulging from her wide-spread mouth, her head bobbing as far up and down as she could.

My eyes became transfixed at the sight as I continued to lick her pussy. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked wetly on his fat, veiny shaft. Her tongue swirled around the bulbous head of his penis, lapping at the oozing pre-cum, then flickered down his meaty shaft. She pressed her mouth to the underside of his bloated pole and sucked. Her lips then flitted further down his elongated member to his enormous balls.

"Drew, your balls are absolutely huge. I bet you cum a lot," Amber chirped as she lashed his golf-ball sized orbs with her tongue.

"If you keep that up, you'll find out soon enough," Drew groaned.

"Oh, I'd love to gulp down your cum. But I need your big cock inside me," Amber panted.

She gave his gleaming shaft one last lick, then got off the couch and down onto the floor on all fours, leaving me on my knees with Drew's suddenly abandoned, wet cock right in my line of sight.

"Fuck me like I've only dreamed about, you stud."

Drew looked at me once again for approval.

"Go ahead, Drew. Give it to her," I said.

"Yes, give it to me. Give it to me good," Amber rasped hotly, raising her ass in invitation.

 
Drew stepped down from the couch, his mammoth cock wobbling obscenely between his legs, and I stood up and moved to watch as he got behind my lust-crazed girlfriend and mounted her.

Standing beside her, I slowly started to stroke my own throbbing dick as I watched Drew grab his cock and rub the head of it up and down Amber's slit. Then I let go of my dick and reached out and spread her ass next to her cunt. Drew pushed forward and I watched the head of his dick slip inside my girlfriend's pussy. Both he and she moaned.

Drew started to insert his cock slowly and Amber turned her head and smiled at me as my friend's cock penetrated her. I returned my hand to my dick and watched as inch after inch of Drew's long cock started to disappear up her pussy. Then the look on her face changed and I could tell from Amber's pained expression that he was doing some stretching of her tiny cunt. But her grimace soon turned to a mask of perverse pleasure as Drew filled her tight pussy to the root with his horse-meat.

"God, it's so big!" Amber moaned as she skewered herself on Drew's immense cock.

I began to stroke my dick a little faster, just from hearing her say that, oddly turned on in knowing that my friend's cock was deeper than mine could ever go and was stretching her wider than my dick had ever stretched her.

Drew obviously loved her snug, wet pussy, and Amber seemed delirious with passion from his humongous spike. Her breath came in halting gasps and she mewled nonstop as Drew pounded into her. His heavy balls slapped against her splayed slit and his pelvis smacked her upturned ass cheeks as he crammed her full again and again with his oversized dick. And Amber bucked back mindlessly against him, desperate to have his giant prick buried deep inside her.

"Ryan, come over in front of me so I can suck your dick while your friend fucks me," Amber said.

I didn't need to be told twice, and I quickly scampered in front of Amber and guided my erection toward her opened mouth and fed her my steely rod. She immediately began to bob on my hard offering, while I placed my hand on her head and looked over her body and watched Drew's cock thrust in and out of her juicy cunt as she sucked me.

I had never seen Amber so turned on before. She moaned and writhed with delight as her mouth and cunt were fucked by me and my friend. She was acting like a woman possessed, moaning and slurping and gyrating wildly. She had told me of her fantasies about getting gangbanged, but this was the first time she was with more than one guy at once. And Drew's cock was much bigger than she had ever had inside her tight little hole before.

Amber rocked back and forth between us, captured like a pig on a stick on our two hard prongs. Each time Drew pumped his over-sized pole into her squishy pussy, she was thrown forward onto my throbbing cock, her mouth sliding down my shaft. She would then buck back against Drew and resume the perpetual fucking motion. There was only so long I could contain my passion, but I could tell that both Amber and Drew were as excited as me.

"Ryan, I've never fucked a pussy so tight or a girl so hot," Drew groaned as he held onto my girlfriend's slender hips and thrust his extra-large penis hard and deep into her willing cunt as he watched her head bobbing on my cock. "I don't think I can hold out much longer!"

"I'm about there, too, Drew. Cum inside her," I panted as I pumped my own pulsating organ between her suckling lips.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah!"

"Shit! I'm gonna cum!" Drew groaned and then he fucked into Amber hard a few times, and then withdrew his cock until just the head remained inside her and he grunted and trembled slightly as he came in her cunt. "Uh! Uh! Uh! Oh! Ah! Ah! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Mmm!" Amber squealed. Her mouth slid off my cock and she shrieked, "Oh, I can feel it! Your load going in my cunt is making me cum! I'm cumming! Cumming soooo gooood!"

Her moans were then silenced as I stuffed my aching cock back into her mouth and erupted. My balls contracted and I spewed jet after jet of creamy sperm all over her tongue. Amber sucked and gulped down my copious torrent of semen while her body continued to writhe in the throes of her orgasm. When I finally stopped shooting, I had to pry my sated cock from her mouth.

Amber flipped herself over onto her ass and sat dazed on the floor for a moment, Drew's cum-load oozing out of her, filling her slit. She licked a sticky white strand of my cum from her lips, smiled at us radiantly and purred, "That sure was fun. My pussy is sore as hell, but I'm glad I was able to sample your giant cock, Drew."

"Me, too," Drew replied, his large, wet prick starting to droop to half-mast.

"You liked seeing me get fucked by your friend's big cock, too, didn't you?" she smiled up at me.

"Yeah, for sure, so long as you continue to like my dick."

Amber toyed with my limp meat and cooed, "Oh, I will. But there is still something else I want Drew to do for me."

"What's that?" Drew asked.

Amber spread her legs a bit more, looked up at Drew smiling and said, "I want you to lick my pussy."

Drew's face dropped and he pointed at her cunt, "But I just… came in you!"

"I know, and now I want you to clean it up for me," she cooed. "C'mon, you can't tell me you've never tasted your own cum."

Drew blushed and we both knew that he had.

"C'mon, clean my pussy, please."

"I dunno."

"Ryan does it all the time and he loves it," Amber volunteered.

Drew looked at me like he couldn't believe it, but at the same time his cock began to rise back to full attention.

"Once you do it, it's actually kind of hot," I said, not feeling the least bit embarrassed that Amber had revealed the fact that I liked to eat my own cum to my friend.

Drew looked from me to Amber's spread, cum-filled pussy. "Well… ok, I guess I could try it," he said and then slowly got down on his knees between Amber's legs.

Lying down on his stomach he moved his head to her pussy and then tentatively stuck out his tongue. He let the tip lightly flick over the surface of his load and then pulled his head back slightly, tasted it, looked at her cunt and then leaned his head in and flicked his tongue again. This time, though, he kept flicking his tongue, eating his own cum, until he was licking her clean.

My own dick started to rise watching my buddy eat his own cum from my girlfriend's snatch, and when he had finished and kept eating her pussy, hungrily, I was rock hard right away.

When he finally pulled his head out her lap, Amber looked over at me and said, "And now there's something I'd like you to do for me."

"Oh?" I asked curiously. I thought our lusty game was over for now, but again I underestimated Amber's kinkiness.

Amber smiled impishly at me and said, "I'd like you to experience what I did. I want to see you suck Drew's cock."

I looked at Drew's cock, which was dwindling again, and then looked at her uncertainly. As I said, since Amber and I have been together, she's managed to open me up to her kinky ways. But tying me up, eating her out and masturbating in front of her friend was only just the start of things to come. Since then she'd had me suck her cock-shaped dildo, and she'd even convinced me to let her insert it in my ass.

She'd managed to convince me by telling me all about the "A-spot," a place in a man's ass (his prostate) that would give him an intense orgasm like women have when a man manages to find their G-spot. It still took some convincing but eventually I let her try it and, although it had hurt the first time going in, it soon turned into this amazing feeling, and I did have the most amazing, intense orgasm of my life.

After that I was more easily convinced to try it again, and next time she used her vibrator in my ass. Wow that felt great! Every once in a while she'd use her dildo or vibrator on me when we had sex, and then she bought a strap-on. That gets brought out a couple of times a month and I do find it quite enjoyable, but there's a big difference between using dildos in our sex play together and playing with an actual cock.

 
"What?!" Drew gasped in response to her request. "But he's my friend."

It immediately struck me as odd that his first reaction was that I was his friend, not that she was asking him to let another guy suck his cock. And, for me, the more I thought about what she wanted me to do, the more I was coming around to wanting to try it.

"Well, who better than a friend to suck your cock," Amber grinned at him. "How about it, Drew. Will you do it, for me?"

Drew looked at her and then he looked at me. I knew he ordinarily wouldn't go along with something like this, but like the two of us, he was under the influence of alcohol and, like me, seemed to be under Amber's spell, willing to do anything she wanted.

When his eyes traveled down to my cock, and he said, "I don't know. I'm not sure that I can cum again so soon," and his own cock started to rise again, I could tell that he was wavering on the edge of saying yes. He'd just need a little more convincing, and Amber was great at convincing guys to do things they might not normally ever consider doing.

Amber reached out and stroked his long cock and chirped, "I bet a stud like you can do it four times a night. Besides, even if you can't cum again, you can still get sucked."

"I don’t know…"

"Your cock got hard when I told Ryan what I wanted him to do," she said tugging on his stiff meat. "Just try it, and if you don't like it, I'll finish you off."

"So why don't you just blow me?"

Amber laughed. "No, I meant I'd finish you off with my hand. You'd much rather have a blowjob, though, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah!"

"Well, you can, but only from Ryan. So, what's it going to be, stud, hand job or blowjob?"

Straight Fiction: The Wrestling Match

By: Unknown Author

 

 

 

"What a joke," Dean yelled derisively at the screen. "If he was trying he'd kick her fuckin' ass!"

"Oh really, Mr. Smarty Pants," Shelby snapped. "I'll bet she could whip your wimpy ass any day of the week!"

"Give me a break, Shel," he replied while rolling his eyes. "I don't care how bulked up she is, no female wrestling freak could beat me up!"

Shelby and Dean had been going together for about six months now, and while she was a workout-aholic, he was much more the couch potato of the two, so watching pro wrestling on television was about as much exercise as he normally got, but he was convinced that he could whip any woman in a wrestling match and nothing Shelby said could change his mind.

While Shelby normally didn't let much get under her skin, Dean's constant needling about the lack of prowess of the female of the species was starting to nag at her, and in a fit of anger she spat, "I'll bet I could pin your butt, big mouth. The heaviest thing you can curl is a can of beer!"

"You're serious, aren't you?" he replied incredulously.

"Damn right I am!" she shot back quickly. "Are you afraid of me?"

"You gotta be kidding," he said with a laugh. "Shel, you wouldn't have a prayer!"

"You are afraid, aren't you?" she replied. "I can tell, you're a fraidy cat!"

"Let it go, Shel," he said irritably, "I'm not in the mood."

"Dean is a fraidy cat! Dean is a fraidy cat!" she sang teasingly.

"You know what," he said evenly, "you're asking for it, babe!"

"Ohhhhhhh noooooooo," she replied in a mocking tone, "I'm soooooooooooo scared. Please kind sir, don't hurt little ole' me, I'm just a woman!"

"You really want some of this?" he asked while flexing his bicep muscle to impress her.

She was about to make another wise crack at him, but seeing him flexing his pitiful arm muscle made her burst out with a laugh that left no doubt what she thought of him.

"Okay, baby," he snapped while hopping out of his easy chair, "that's it, let's get it on!"

Both protagonists helped in sliding the sofa, chairs, and end table to the edge of the carpeting, leaving a large matt like surface suitable for their battle.

"This is gonna hurt me more than it is you," Dean said with a little smirk before finishing off his beer with one long swig.

"In your dreams," she replied evenly while pulling off her jeans and t-shirt, leaving her in just her bra and panties.

"Why are you taking off your clothes?" he asked warily.

"Ha, if you think I'm gonna let you grab a handful of clothing, you're nuts. Now get ready to get your ass whipped, jerko!"

That did it. She knew exactly how much he hated it when she called him jerko, so in a fit of temper he raced across the carpet at her, diving for her ankles.

All Male Fiction: RV Rocking

By: Unknown Author

 

 

It was not my intention to go looking for cock. My periodic camping trips have traditionally been nothing more than a much-needed respite from the stresses of my job.

There's one particular state park that I like to go to for long weekends. It's heavily wooded, blissfully serene, and has not yet been "discovered" by the weekend campers. Pulling my RV into the park, I selected a beautifully secluded site.

It was already a long weekend, but I had made it even longer by calling in sick a day early so that I could have four complete days in the woods to hike, rest, read, commune with nature, and practice my campsite culinary skills. I'd been looking forward to the weekend for a long time.

Work deadlines and job stresses were obliterated from my mind as I set up camp. I'd hooked up the generator to my RV and gathered jugs of water from a nearby natural spring all by about noon on Thursday, and then went for a long, leisurely walk through the dense woods, savoring the natural smells that were so refreshingly different from the city smog. By the time I got back to my RV, other campers were beginning to roll into the park.

Thankfully no one had parked their RVs too close to where I was, so I was still isolated, and I took off my shirt and sat in the camp chair in only my shorts, reading a novel I bought three weeks earlier but had not had the time to start. It was an idyllic setting with the birds chirping and a nearby stream flowing. The weather was phenomenal, and I felt like a new man, no longer stressed or feeling hunted or harried.

Midway through the second chapter of my book, I saw another RV pull into a spot near to me. The young man who drove it was alone, as I was. My eyes kept wandering from my book to my new neighbor, cursing him for invading my private spot, but, even so, I couldn't help but notice that he was indeed a hot-looking guy. I judged him to be in his early twenties. He had semi-long blond hair and a muscular physique. He was exactly the type of guy I'd try to hit on if we were in a gay bar. But we were not in a gay bar, so I cooled my simmering libido and tried to focus on my novel.

I wasn't much good at shutting out the delightful distraction of my new neighbor, though, especially when he peeled off his shirt to reveal a v-shaped torso with wonderfully rippling muscles. He had a pair of exquisite buns stuffed tightly into a pair of ultra-short silk jogging shorts. They were so short that the bottoms of those buns were provocatively exposed, making me wonder if he was wearing underwear.

I found myself fantasizing about him, wondering if he had a big cock or not, wondering if he was gay. And the more I fantasized, the more I became aware of the swelling in my cock and of the fact that I hadn't been with another man in nearly a month. My book no longer could hold my interest. It didn't have the fascination for me that my new neighbor did.

I set the book aside and watched him move. He had a certain grace and agility that turned me on. So, soon, I decided to be neighborly and go over and pay a visit to that young stud, trying to subtly discern if he might be gay and if he'd be available for a long weekend of fun.

Trent was twenty-six, an accountant, and lived just a few miles away from me. And before long, he was talking about how lonely he had become since his lover, Ashley, had moved out two months ago.

My hopes were high, but I was also cautious. After all, one of my female friends was named Ashley, it was a unisex name. So, I casually mentioned the name of an obscure gay bar. My heart fluttered when Trent smiled, nodded his head, and said, "I haven't been there for a long time. That's where I met Ashley, in fact."

Bingo! Trent was gay and available. He was also quite convenient.

It took damn little coaxing to get Trent out of those skimpy jogging shorts. Just as I had figured, he wore no underwear underneath. The hunky-looking man stood totally naked in the great outdoors, and, just as I had hoped, his cock was a fucking whopper!

Bisexual Fiction: Intimate Viewing (Part 1)

By: JRob & Ryan Michaels

 

 

 

The day started out innocently enough, just a dreary, overcast Saturday morning helping my best friend Steve and his wife Jessica move.

Steve and Jessica had been married for three years and were moving from a starter home to a larger single-family home being built several miles away. Unfortunately, the sale of house number one was completed before house number two was finalized, and they had to temporarily move into an apartment.

It was one of those "friends moving friends" ventures, where a bunch of guys do the heavy lifting and moving, while the girls packed and ensured the beer was cold, and that there was plenty of it.

Needless to say, helping out wasn't first on my to-do list, but it was one of those things that friends do for each other. Plus, it wasn't all that bad. Given the steamy heat, made steamier by the intermittent rain, some of the women were in skimpy outfits, which made for good eye candy, and provided motivation to complete our work fast and stick around to mingle at the barbecue afterward.

Some of the ladies were a bit more revealing than others. Jessica, for instance, wore prim Bermuda shorts and a loose-fitting top - boring, but workable given her duties for the day. Others showed a lot of leg, others some ample cleavage.

Over beers, in private among the guys, Steve complained how his sex life was, well, uneventful, as we shared stories about how we didn't get enough sex and all that... well, guy talk.

I remembered sneaking glances at Jessica and realized that even in her ho-hum outfit she was really quite cute. Her smile lit up a room, to say nothing of her sweet little ass, which would turn on even a blind man. On the few occasions when she'd bent over to lift a box, my eyes had locked onto her form and my mind wandered. For whatever reason, Jessica was the object of my mind's affection. Kristine, Bill's wife, was a knockout brunette, and Margaret, John's girlfriend, was a real red-headed hottie, but it was Jessica who occupied my fantasy mind.

Moving day was work, hard work, and by the end of the day, everyone was beat. Nearly everything had been moved to the temporary apartment when Steve asked if I could store some of the filled packing boxes in my basement. Of course, I said yes, and those boxes were loaded into my SUV and ended up in my basement next to various storage boxes of my own.

The very next day, I was looking for several books I knew I had on travel in Ireland. After searching high and low I surmised they might be in the basement, and I went downstairs and started sorting through my own boxes. Lo and behold I found the desired tour guides, and I began perusing the books.

After a bit of reading, I decided to go upstairs and grab a beer, but as I stood I accidentally tipped over one of Steve and Jessica's storage boxes. I reached over to pick it up but noticed the top had come undone, and several items had fallen out.

Now, I'm not a snoop, but I couldn't help looking at the big pile of photos that had spilled onto the floor, and I picked them up. The photos consisted of shots from vacations, softball, and baseball games, and shots taken around the house.

After I finished looking through the photos I put them back in the box, but curiosity got the best of me. I grabbed the box, took it upstairs with me, got a beer from the fridge, and then sat on the couch and began rummaging through the rest of their stuff.

There were some books, some old and obviously sentimental items, and an empty box of tissues. That got my attention because it was out of place in the box. Why would anyone pack an empty tissue box away? Picking it up, though, I realized something was inside it.

I reached in through the slot in the plastic where the tissues would normally stick out and pulled out several provocative photos of Jessica in revealing outfits. These were obviously pictures that had been taken with a digital camera and printed out at home. In one shot she was bent over a table, the bottom of her panties showing, while her face was looking over her shoulder toward the camera. With an infectious smile on her face, she was obviously teasing the photographer.

There were several more of this variety, but the last photo was the best of the lot, as she not only had a smile, but she had lifted her top, baring her very nice breasts to the camera.

It's funny, but when I realized I was looking at some private shots, I quickly put them back inside the tissue box and began re-packing the storage box. That task only lasted a few seconds - only long enough to realize there was a mini-disc from a camcorder sticking out from under one of the flaps in the bottom of the box. I knew I shouldn't, but I quickly loaded the mini-disc into my DVD player and sat back to see what was on it.

Let me tell you that any thoughts of Jessica being prim and proper were quickly dispelled. And, as for Steve's complaints about his sex life, well, the man was obviously a liar.

The video opened with a title shot, "Samantha's Afternoon Delight". Yet it wasn't 'Samantha' that came into view. On a large four-poster bed was Steve's wife Jessica, lying back on several pillows and reading a book. She was wearing a dark blue baby doll nightie with light blue satin panties. Her lips were bright red, the same shade as her fingers and toenails. She looked adorable, sexy, and a lot different than the wife of my best friend. She appeared to be so sensual, and all she was doing was reading a book.

That scene didn't last long, as soon her eyes opened wide as she read a passage of the book. Eyes glued to the page, she reached down between her legs with her left hand and began caressing the outside of her panties. It didn't take long for a bit of wetness to appear, and soon she slipped her hand inside the satiny briefs. It didn't take a brain surgeon to know she was slowly fingering her pussy.

I couldn't believe my eyes. Here was my friend's wife performing for the camera - and performing in a very hot manner. Soon, the book was put on the bed stand and Jessica was wiggling out of her underwear, sliding those panties down her thighs and baring a beautiful bald pussy. After leaning back, her hand and one lucky finger began attacking that pussy, and soon her breathing became heavier as she emitted light moans and groans.

"Oh, oh yes," she moaned. "That feels so good."

Jessica fingered herself for several minutes before reaching into the bedstand drawer and removing a long candle, which she proceeded to rub against her pussy. Her eyes were closed as she opened her pussy lips with one hand before slowly sliding the candle up her cunt. She began stroking the candle in and out of her wet pussy, rocking on the bed.

She was obviously hot, very hot, and the camera caught every sensual move. Jessica closed her eyes and moved her ass up and down on the bed as the artificial cock fucked her hole.

The camera moved a bit as the inexperienced operator (Steve, I assumed) watched the writhing woman. He'd zoom in to catch a close-up of the candle inside the pussy, then pan back to reveal Jessica writhing and moaning to the waxy cock's movement.

Seconds later, though, the camera became rock steady, and right after that Jessica opened her eyes and drew back in mock shock.

"Oh no, it's the gardener!" Jessica cried out to nobody in particular. "Go away, go away! Get out of my room!"

What followed was Steve coming into view in work clothes, talking in some sort of strange half-Mexican, half-Chinese accent. "Oh Senorita, what are you doing? Maybe you need some help from a real man?" Steve said. "I have something a lot better than your fingers and that candle."

Jessica drew back, but the candle was still firmly embedded in her wet cunt. The man moved closer, baring his chest. He slowly reached down and unzipped his pants, dropping them to the floor, then kicking them off his feet.

"Oh please, don't rape me, please, please, no!" pleaded Jessica in a B movie starlet voice. "I'm a virgin."

The man leered at the woman. "Not for very much longer, unless..."

"Unless what?"

The intruder smiled.

"Unless you suck my dick!" Steve said. "What do you say? Your mouth or your pussy, I don't care."

Jessica, as 'Samantha,' looked shocked at the thought of putting her perfect lips on this low life's manhood. Now, it wasn't the best acting job I had ever viewed, but my eyes and ears were locked on each and every word. It was like I was invisible, a spec on the wall with a full view of the action. The film wasn't professional, but it was good. And my friend looked great in it.

"I'm getting my rocks off, American woman, and there's nothing you can do about it! Your choice of where you want this big slab of meat," he said as he took hold of the candle and began to push it in and out of her pussy.

Jessica tried to push the 'gardener's' hand away as she squirmed on the bed, before 'submitting' and saying, "My mouth, you can use my mouth for your foul deed."

I pulled my cock out and began to slowly stroke it as I anticipated watching Jessica give Steve a blowjob.

Down came Steve's briefs and out popped his hard cock. I couldn't believe how hung my best friend was! Jessica's eyes widened at its size, and she began to pull away, but soon Steve was kneeling above her head. He stroked his dick in front of her face, and then lowered down a bit and forcefully pulled Jessica's head to it. Jessica pretended to resist, but after a few threatening words from the 'gardener,' she opened her mouth, and then closed it over the head of his cock and began polishing the knob with slow, sensual sucks.

Steve began slowly inserting more of his large cock into his wife's mouth. "Oh Mrs. Smith, you have a great mouth! I can't wait to shoot my hot cum in it," he said. "Oh yes, and I will enjoy watching you swallow it down your lily white rich girl throat."

Jessica pulled her mouth off his cock and cowered back. "No, please! Don't make me do that. Please!"

There was no Academy Award in 'Mrs. Smith's' future, but the acting was as realistic as most pornos I had seen.

"You will swallow my cum, whether you like it or not!" Steve replied. "But first, I will reward you for being such an excellent cocksucker," he finished, and then he slipped around into a sixty-nine position. "Suck it!" he ordered as he lowered his cock to Jessica's mouth, and then dipped his head between her legs and started lapping at her pussy while she complied and began sucking on his big dick.

I began to stroke faster as I watched the twosome on the screen rocking in time to each other, locked onto each other's sex organs.

 
It wasn't long before Jessica let out a cry and began exploding in orgasm. A moment later Steve removed his face from her cunt, threw his head back, groaned loudly, and contorted his face in ecstasy as he emptied his nuts into Jessica's sucking mouth.

Pure, prim Jessica took it like a pro.

That set me off, and I shot my wad all over myself.

"Whew, that was hot!" I said aloud.

Needless to say, I made a copy of the disc before packing up the box as best I could. I was nearly finished and about to take it back down to the basement when there was a knock on my door.

"Oh, hi Steve," I said, feeling my face reddening. "What's up?"

"I, uh… I need to get one of the, uh… one of the boxes I left with you," Steve stammered, and when he looked over my shoulder and saw one of his packing boxes – the box – in my living room, partially open, I thought he'd collapse. "You didn't look in it, did you?" he asked with panic in his voice.

 

I said no, but not very convincingly, and he knew right away that I had, so I explained how I'd accidentally knocked the box over, and came across the photos while putting the spilled contents back inside.

"The disc… did you watch it?" he asked nervously.

"What disc?" I asked, unable to keep from cracking a smile.

"You did! You watched it!" Then he took a breath and quietly asked, "Did you make any copies?"

"No, no, I didn't," I replied, again not very convincingly.

"Can I have it back, please? Look, Jessica will kill me if this ever gets out. Please, Jon, don't get me in trouble with this. Please!"

Seeing his desperation, and being my best friend, how could I refuse to give him back his photos and disc, and even the copy I had made? "Sure, of course," I said and motioned for him to step inside.

I headed off to grab first the disc, and then the storage box on the way back. But as I was making my way to retrieve the copy, I remembered how Steve had complained for months about how his sex life with Jessica was boring, when in fact she was of porn star quality. That brought back memories of high school and how Steve always bragged about all the pussy he got, which in turn brought back memories of a girl named Jill Dorsey.

Jill Dorsey was a girl in high school that I liked, a lot. I had been too afraid to ask her out, but, with Steve's encouragement, I finally got up the nerve… and she said yes! The date went really well. She seemed to like me a lot, too. We made out and felt each other up, but she stopped me when I tried to get in her pants, telling me she doesn't do that on the first date. I was disappointed but that quickly changed when she immediately followed that with, "But if I like a guy, if I really like him," and then she reached over and squeezed my crotch, "I will do oral on a second date." Needless to say, I immediately asked her out again, and she accepted.

Then, after sharing all the details of the date with Steve, including what she had promised to do on our second date, he turned around and asked her out behind my back. Not only that, but she canceled her date with me, making up some excuse. It was later that I found out, overhearing her gossiping with friends at school, without her knowing I was nearby, that not only had she gone out on a date with Steve, but that she had given him a blowjob… and then fucked him! On their first date!

It may have happened back when we were in high school, but the betrayal I felt at the hands of my best friend was something I had never quite gotten over. It was always in the back of my mind when I was around him. Now, it would seem, I had been given the perfect opportunity for a little payback!

With that in mind, instead of getting the copied disc I went right to the storage box, picked it up, and then returned to the door. "Here you go, it's all in there," I said handing him the box.

"The copy, too?"

"No, just the original disc, the pictures, and whatever else was in there."

"Jon! I need the copy!"

"You can take the box, no problem, but to get the copy back you'll have to, well, pay for it."

"What! You expect me to buy back the copy from you?" Steve asked sounding shocked and angered by my demand.

"Well, yeah, but I don't want money, and no, nothing illegal," I started, then I swallowed hard, looked him in the eye, and told him exactly what I wanted: "I want to watch you and Jessica in action again… live!"