11/13/2016

"Sex Stories" Bi Teen Lust

Sex Stories Bi Teen Lust
All I could think of lately was having a cock deep in my ass. I don’t know where the idea came from, but I was consumed with the desire to be taken from behind…hard. I always considered myself to be straight, and I certainly dated my share of pretty girls in high school. I enjoyed having sex with girls. They were soft and smooth and smelled good.

So, why was I all of a sudden fantasizing about cock up my ass? And what was I going to do about it? I figured that maybe if I tried it one time, my curiosity would be satisfied. But, until that happened, I was completely obsessed with the idea. I had to take some kind of action, but I didn’t know where to begin.(Erotic Stories)

I was 19, and had landed my first real full time job as a hospital orderly a few months back. I rented a room in the employees’ dorm located on the hospital grounds. The rooms were small and sparsely furnished, but the rent was reasonable. I planned to save up for an apartment, but my room was fine for the moment.

While I was deciding how best to satisfy my craving for cock, I practiced on myself in my room late at night. I experimented with putting various objects up my ass, and I was getting pretty good at it. If I lubed up and went slowly, there was hardly any pain at all. I tried bananas and cucumbers, bottles and dildos. I even shaved all my pubic hair off, because I thought gays liked bare pubes.

I knew a lot of the hospital workers were gay, and they seemed okay with it, but I wasn’t ready to come out of any closet. I figured I would have a tough time getting ass fucked, if I wasn’t willing to approach someone who would satisfy my aching lust. Then, I thought of George.

Basically, George was an old d***k. He lived in a room down the hall from me, and he was very reclusive. He worked as a dishwasher, and except for coming and going to and from his job, he was hardly ever seen by anyone. Friday nights were his only night out. He would leave the dorm in the evening, all nattily dressed, proudly sporting his gay leather hat, and a bow tie. He would come back in the wee hours, stumbling down the hall, occasionally talking loudly to himself.

I wondered if he would be interesting in helping me out, so I devised a plan. In the privacy of my room, I took several polaroid pictures of myself, in various poses. I took one of me shaving my ass, a couple of hard-on shots, and one with me sitting on a vodka bottle, its long neck buried up my ass. Or course, none of the shots showed my face. I wanted to protect my privacy at all costs. I wrote a hot letter, asking George if he would be interested in fucking my ass. I told him I would tap on his door three times, at precisely 11:00PM next Saturday. I put the letter and the pictures in an envelope, and slid it under his door, as I went up the hall to take a shower.

I was so horny with anticipation in the days leading up to Saturday, that I practiced even harder getting my ass ready for action. It seemed like I was masturbating every hour when I was off from work. My mind reeled with excitement. I knew I was being bold and daring, and I wondered what George was thinking.

The big night finally arrived, and I prepared myself fastidiously, leaving nothing to chance. I was clean shaven, and I even took a couple of those plastic bottle enemas up my rectum. I didn’t want to embarrass myself, after all. I put my short blue summer robe on, wearing nothing underneath. I rolled my two favorite dildos up in my bath towel, and headed for George’s room. 

My heart was thumping loudly as I tapped three times. The door opened immediately, and George appeared, drink in hand, wearing a white robe. He stepped aside, and I walked in. He closed his door quickly, and I felt safe, in a way. I couldn’t yet sense what George’s reaction would be to my letter.

“So, it’s you,” he said, frowning with disappointment. “Are you surprised?” I asked. “I thought you liked women,” he responded curtly. “I do like women,” I answered. “Do you eat their pussies?” he inquired, a sour look on his face. “Sure,” I offered. He turned away, asking me if I wanted a mixed drink, and I accepted his offer. This was really awkward, I thought. I hadn’t expected this type of response from him. I figured he’d love the chance to break in a brand new ass, especially a tight, young 19 year old ass.

He returned with two drinks, and motioned for me to sit down. I downed half the drink in one gulp. I was confused, and wondered if I should just leave right then and there. But, George began to speak, and I was all ears. “I don’t really like what you do, shaving and everything,” he explained. “And I like smelly assholes, not clean ones. Plus, I can’t guarantee any kind of privacy. Everyone always finds out who I have sex with.” I told him I would just deny it, if anyone approached me. He shook his head, doubting that my idea would work. I downed the rest of my drink and stood up to leave, thinking that my experiment had failed miserably. I thanked George for the drink, but he wasn’t listening. 

I realized he was staring at the big bulge that had formed under my robe. My hard-on surprised me. I guess our conversation got me aroused, even as a sense of disappointment filled my mind.

George motioned for me to step closer to him, and he reached up from his chair, and rubbed my cock through my robe. I moaned a little, and my excitement soared. He untied my belt, and my robe fell open to his leering gaze. George’s eyes lit up, and he smiled for the first time since I entered his room.

“Nice,” he said, as he began to fondle my hard shaft, reaching down to cup my balls in his hand. I swooned, and my knees buckled, as I realized that another man was touching my private parts for the first time. George leaned forward, and I watched as my throbbing cock disappeared into his mouth, and halfway down his throat. His mouth was extremely wet and warm, and I was afraid I would shoot my load too soon.

After several head bobs, George pulled back, and spun my body around, facing away from him. He pushed on my back, signaling me to bend over his low coffee table. I placed my hands flat on the table. I felt a rush of air on my ass, as he flipped my short robe up over my back. He grunted his approval, and I felt his thin fingers on my hips. He moved his hands up and down my outer thighs, then, worked his way inside my spread legs, reaching under me and gently squeezed my balls. He grabbed hold of my ass cheeks and massaged them rather f***efully. I squirmed a little when I felt him spread my cheeks, and press his nose to my anus. I could hear him inhale deeply, then, exhale in disgust.

Still, he wasn’t so disappointed that he stopped. His tongue whirled around my brown area, and I got a big rush as his tongue darted in and out of my willing asshole. I was burning with lustful anticipation. I could envision his cock sliding into my rectum, and pounding my virgin ass relentlessly.

Instead, George stopped his tongue action, stood up, and made his way around the table to face me. He threw open his robe, revealing his thick, swollen cock. I gasped at the sight before my eyes. For a skinny old man, his cock was huge. It wasn’t real long, but his girth was thicker than anything I had practiced with.

He took hold of his cock, and guided it toward my mouth. I was stunned. I had spent all my efforts preparing for a cock in my ass, but I had never even thought of the possibility of having to put a cock in my mouth. How naïve of me, I thought. Seeing my hesitation, George caught two big handfuls of my hair in his hands, and pulled my head toward his swaying hard-on, and gruffly told me to suck it.
I obeyed, opening my mouth and immediately gagging on his thick member. This only seemed to energize him, and he thrust his slick cock deeper in my mouth, until it hit the back of my throat. I struggled to breath, but I took his abuse nonetheless. After all, I reasoned, I asked for this.

Just as abruptly, George pulled out before he shot his load, and I was thankful that I didn’t have to taste his sour old cum. He told me to sit down, and he cut a deal with me. He would see to it that I got my ass filled with cock, as long as I agreed to do whatever he said. My mind reeled at the possibilities. I told him I would agree, but I wasn’t into pain or bl**d or vomit. He seemed satisfied with my conditions.

George ordered me to kneel down on the floor, and rest my chest across the coffee table. I took my position, and he brought my arms behind my back, and handcuffed my wrists together. I could feel the bl**d rushing up to my head and back down my spine. I shivered in anticipation. George stood behind me, and slipped a black blindfold on me, covering my eyes. He tied it tightly behind my head, and I was completely in the dark, in more ways than one.

He sat down behind my helpless body, and worked his eager hands over my ass. I felt him twist his index finger into my hole, and plunge it all the way in, with one firm push. I yelped a little too loudly, and he slapped my ass sharply, grunting for me to shut up.

He plopped my rolled up bath towel onto the table, and flipped it open, revealing the toys that I had brought to the party. I felt the thinner one pushing against my lips, and he f***ed it into my mouth, telling me to make it wet. His other hand felt around for my quivering hole, and I could feel greasy lube being worked into me with his fingers. He worked quickly, and in no time, he was guiding the dildo toward its ultimate destination.

He slapped my ass several times with authority, then, jammed the rubber toy into my tight opening. It hurt some, as he surprised me with his rough approach. Soon, I was bucking against his pounding thrusts, and I was really starting to like the idea of being his willing sex slave. He kept slapping my ass with one hand, while fucking me wickedly with the dildo in his other hand. I could feel my cheeks getting redder with each slap, and my cock was screaming underneath my body.


Apparently, George was getting aroused, even though I didn’t present him with a smelly enough asshole. He pushed the toy deep into my anal canal, and left it there. He resumed his place in front of my face, and knelt down. I could feel his fingers grip my hair again. This time, his cock was below my head, and I had to bend my neck down in order to accept his thick cock into my mouth. I strained to get my lips around his generous girth, as he began steadily fucking my mouth. He jerked my head towards his body, while thrusting his slippery cock deeper and deeper into my throat. I gagged on it more than once, and he told me to breathe through my nose. 

I was so focused on my throat fucking that I didn’t hear George’s closet door quietly open. It wasn’t until I felt the dildo being pulled slowly out of my ass that I became aware of someone else’s presence in the room. I panicked, but I couldn’t really protest, with my mouth full of George’s cock. A stiff tongue replaced the toy, and I could feel someone’s lips lock onto my anus and begin to suck it with enthusiastic vigor. This excited me to no end, and any thoughts of objecting to this mysterious interloper had vanished. 

As I continued to act as George’s fuck toy, the ass sucking stopped, and was replaced immediately with the pressure of a real cock head entering my back door. It slipped in past my sphincter muscle rather easily, and slowly moved into my rectum. The fucking motion that followed felt wonderful, just as I had imagined it would. I met the thrusts halfway, pushing back with all my might to meet the intruding phallus. I was getting ass fucked with a wanton abandon that far exceeded my expectations.

George’s grip on my hair tightened, and I could feel his cock well up and tremble, as his hot jizz pumped into my mouth, and I began swallowing as best as I could. George emptied his sack, slamming my face time and again, squirting and spurting his sticky goo down my throat until he had no more to offer. I felt that amazing cock pull out of my ass, and it sounded like the two men traded places. Standing behind me, George grabbed me by the hair, and yanked my head back, commanding me to open my mouth and stick out my tongue. The other man stood in front of my face, and laid the head of his cock on my outstretched tongue as he pumped his shaft with his hand. 

I could taste the first drops of his cum on my tongue, followed closely by a huge explosion of hot steamy sperm that shot deep into the back of my throat. The man rubbed his cock on my tongue, encouraging even more of his man juice to fill my mouth. When he finished, he slid his softening member full into my mouth, and George told me to suck my ass juice off the man’s cock, which I did with enthusiasm.

He pulled out of my mouth, and he and George worked together to reposition my body. I felt my hands go free, and George instructed me to lie on the table, flat on my back. He recuffed my hands under the table, knelt down between my legs, and proceeded to lick the underside of my shuddering cock. He licked tantalizingly around the head, then, he wrapped his lips around it, drawing my cock deeply into his mouth. I was going to explode any second, as I could feel the mystery man’s feet take their place on either side of my head. He squatted down over my face, and lowered his ass onto my mouth. 

George interrupted his deep-throating long enough to bark at me to lick his friend’s ass clean. I tongued his entire anal area, and I was surprised that it didn’t taste bad at all, maybe a little sweet. Darting my tongue in and out of his shaved asshole was enough to put me over the edge, and I unloaded my hot teen cum down George’s throat. I didn’t think I would ever stop pumping my jizz into his gulping mouth, but finally, my body went limp with exhaustion.

George’s friend got off my face, and I could hear clothes rustling. The door opened and closed quickly, and the mystery man was gone. George took the man’s position over my mouth. “Now, lick my stinking ass clean too,” he growled. As he lowered himself down onto my face, I knew right away that he wasn’t exaggerating. His ass smelled awful, and I could feel his anal pubes tickling my nose. I gagged from the stench of old ass, and tried to move my head to the side to avoid any further contact.

George was outraged by my disobedience, and he reached back and grabbed my balls with all his might. I cried out, and I saw stars behind my blindfold. “Do as you’re told, boy,” he admonished. I didn’t have much choice, so I began to lick his ass dutifully. George pressed his hairy asshole down on my mouth, and told me to suck his ass, and tongue-fuck his hole. He groaned as he rode my mouth hard, and I could hear him whacking his revived cock feverishly. He got up abruptly, turned around, and shot his load all over my face. When he finished ejaculating, he rubbed his sticky cock on my face, and slapped his cock several times on my forehead. He pulled my head closer, and rammed his cock into my mouth without warning, telling me to clean that up as well. I licked his dick clean, happy that it tasted a lot better than his rancid ass did.

Finally spent, George reached down and removed the handcuffs. As I sat up, he pulled the blindfold off my eyes, and I blinked and squinted against the light, rubbing the numbness from my arms. He threw a towel at me, and I wiped my face.

“Well, you got what you came for, are you happy now?” he asked me. I could still feel the taste of his stinking ass in my mouth, and I frowned. “Yeah, well I got what I wanted too, you fucking little pussy eater,” he said. “Now, get out of here before I make you eat my shit,” he ordered. I put my robe on, rolled my toys back into my towel, and slipped out of his room without a word. I headed straight to the showers, and I filled my mouth with the warm, flowing water from the showerhead. I walked back to my room, and lay down on my bed. I went over the events of the night in my mind, and my cock stiffened immediately. I whacked it fiercely and shot my load all over my freshly cleaned stomach and chest.

As I reached for my towel, I thought of the excitement I felt having my ass filled with a real cock for the first time. I also scrunched up my face at the thought of licking George’s rotten ass. I wondered if the whole gay issue was finally satisfied, and if I could go back to just being straight. Then, I sat down at my desk, pen in hand. I grabbed a piece of paper, and started writing. “Dear George,” I wrote, “What are you doing next Saturday night?”


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