Bi No More

BI NO MORE BY MOORE

CHAPTER ONE

"This is great shit," Larry said, lighting up another oversized joint...our third of the afternoon, and passing it to his girlfriend. "Bought it in the Village from a cool black guy who calls himself, get this, Smokey."

Susan sucked at it greedily, inhaled the smoke deep into her lungs, then she passed it on to Bonnie who shared it with Jay. There was nothing left but ashes by the time it got around the circle to me. I was high as a kite so it didn't much matter, but not so stoned that I didn't feel my girlfriend Janet's hand in my crotch or see the other girls doing the same to their boyfriends.

Smoking pot was cool. Casual sex was cooler. And the eight of us were definitely the coolest group in a school where being cool was everything. Hand jobs only at first, Janet had the softest hands that got me off in minutes. Then Paula, bless her big, sexy, sixteen year old heart, convinced the other girls to try oral.

A Lewinsky, she called it, rather than a blow job or head as it was commonly called on campus when any girls were listening...cock sucking when it was just guys talking since the girls might not take kindly being referred to as cocksuckers. That was perfectly fine by me because if Janet, please god, agreed to go along with Paula's suggestion to try oral sex, no matter what you called it, I'd be getting my cock sucked.

"A Lewinsky isn't like having real sex," Paula explained. "Just ask Bill Clinton." That got a few laughs. "C'mon, girls, it'll be so cool to do it. Let's get these boy's dicks out and try blow jobs."

We smoked another joint, which took care of any lingering inhibitions, then Larry, Jay, Mark and I shamelessly took off our pants and boxers like Paula instructed. She got down on her knees between Mark's hairy legs, stroked his balls and hard-on for a minute or so and then she calmly rolled a condom over his dick and took him in her mouth.

"Oh my god that feels good," Mark gasped over and over as Paula bobbed her head slowly back and forth on his shaft. "Faster, do it faster," he pleaded, thrusting his hips forward and his cock further into Paula's sucking mouth.

Watching Paula suck Mark's dick, from her knees no less, was so freakin' hot.

"Faster, Paula...oh, shit, I'm gonna cum."

"That was so cool," Paula said, rising from her knees with the used, sperm-filled condom in hand. "You girls have got to try it."

Susan blew Larry next, he lost his load even faster than Mark, then Janet unwrapped a rubber and went down on me. Stoned or not the feeling was outrageous, especially when she tickled my nuts and stroked the inside of my thigh.

"Suck me, honey, I love what you're doing," I said softly to encourage her efforts. She looked up at me, eyes wide open, flashing with excitement, and sort of smiled around my cock.

I tried my best to hold back, make the feeling last as long as possible. It wasn't easy not to cum right away in her fantastic mouth. Janet sucked me hard and soft, fast and slow...she seemed, no, her nipples were hard points beneath her blouse...she was turned on, sexually aroused. She really liked doing it, sucking my cock. Watching her go at it with so much enjoyment and enthusiasm brought out my natural curiosity.

Why? I thought to myself as I watched her suck my cock. Why was she doing it? What was in it for her? Then I wondered what it felt like to have a dick in your mouth.

"You think Monica was stoned when she went down on Bill Clinton?" Bonnie giggled before going down on Jay. She didn't get an answer, only the soft, breathy moans and gasps of four very happy boys.

Smoking pot and having casual, recreational sex is how the eight of us spent a lot of afternoons. Getting stoned on pot was cool, getting a blow job was cool...AIDS was not cool. We were cool, not stupid. Larry supplied the pot and I brought colorful, flavored condoms to all of our sessions.

Bareback blow jobs were probably even better, the four of us privately agreed. We also agreed that our girlfriends were justifiably reluctant to suck our cocks to climax without protection.

"What if we promised not to cum in their mouths?" Jay offered.

"Get real," Bill shot back. "That's like promising not to put it all the way in."

They found a fun way to use the captured sperm. Paula was the first to use the slick stuff on her body, sliding the rubber off Mark's cock and emptying the cum on her bare breasts. The other girls followed her lead when they saw how cool it was, then rubbed their slippery tits together and even felt each other up.

"Hot stuff," Jay said, fisting his boner as we watched our stoned girlfriends go at it in a sexy lesbian scene. "Anyone care to join me in a jerk off session?"

"Do each other," Susan cried out from between Bonnie's breasts, her face all shiny with sperm. "Give us a show, boys."

Jay grabbed my prick immediately and started to pump. He took my hand and put it on his cock. "Let's do it, guys, jack each other and cum on their tits."

Jay's cock felt wonderful in my hand, I'd looked, but never touched another guy's dick before. Larry and Mark were pumping away at each other, laughing like hyenas. Jay was laughing too, as were the girls, so I pushed the troubling thoughts of homosexuality out of my mind and worked at getting Jay off.

"This is so gay," Mark gasped. "So cool."

"Not with girls watching," Larry answered back. "Bisexual maybe, not...oh, shit, I'm cumming."

I was the last to cum, shooting high in the air, and the last to add my body to the pile of squirming females on the floor. Janet had somebody's semen on her left breast, no way to tell who's it was. I kissed her perky nipple anyway when she offered it to my mouth. The smell of the cum was a turn on and the taste wasn't gross, I startled to discover, salty but okay. More than okay I realized as my mouth began to tingle and my dick began to stiffen.

"Hard again so soon," Janet whispered in my ear as my cock rose up between us. "My tits must really turn you on."

"Big time," I lied, then licked away a long streak of cum that had landed on her neck. Let her think what she wanted, it was the cum that was making me hard. The sharp taste was incredibly exciting, salty and sweet at the same time. And the texture...no wonder the gay boys at school called it cream. Janet purred like a kitten as I searched her body for more, wondering if a guy had to be gay to like the taste of cum.

Being gay was cool...for other guys not me I'd always thought. Now I wasn't so sure. The body piercings and tattoos, the slave collars and earrings worn by the gays at school were definitely cool. The hand holding and kissing hardly drew attention anymore. Jacking a guy's dick was cool...sucking it for the cum just might be hot.

CHAPTER TWO

Janet giggled as she unzipped my fly and rooted around in my boxers. "Come out, come out wherever you are," she sing-songed. "It's blow job time."

"Wait," Paula said, condom in one hand, Mark's cock in the other. "Let's have the boys do a blow job scene."

"Yeah," Bonnie piped up. "We're always doing lesbian stuff for you guys so now it's your turn to do gay stuff for us."

"Suck a cock, no way," Larry said.

Jay and Mark echoed Larry's objection, I kept silent. They reconsidered their position when the girls began to get dressed.

"We'll do it," I said, and pulled the guys aside.

"Either we blow each other or we blow a good thing," I warned. "Janet's about ready to give me her cherry. Paula, Bonnie, Susan, they're all hot for it, right?"

"Yeah, but shit, Steven. Suck a cock like a fuckin' homosexual?"

"Bisexual, Larry," I shot back. "We'll be doing it for our girlfriends, maybe get laid when we're done. It'll be cool."

Mark and Jay reluctantly agreed to go along, Larry too after I offered to do him first. Janet tossed me a condom as I got down on my knees and pulled down Larry's jeans and boxers. "Don't need it," I said, eyes fixed on his soft, three inch cock. "Larry won't cum in my mouth."

My prick, already half-hard in my boxers, grew even harder when his grazed my lips. One touch and I'd blow my load for sure. I'd never felt this hot and excited before, so turned on like I was now. No drug known to man could duplicate the head spinning high I was on, a high that grew higher as Larry pressed forward and his cock slid between my lips and into my secretly eager mouth. Higher still when I began to suck.

He did, of course, cum in my mouth. Which was exactly what I secretly hoped he would do. Larry held my bobbing head lightly as I sucked him, then firmly in place as he climaxed. It was all I could do not to rip off my clothes and jack my own cock as the rich, creamy semen poured into my mouth.

I made a big show of disgust, then rushed off to the bathroom...let them think to rinse out my mouth. Larry tried to apologize when I returned, but I brushed him off and continued with a performance worthy of an academy award.

They all bought my act, berating Larry for being such a prick. The girls felt so sorry for me that each one let me rub my dick head between the lips of her pussy and fondle their tits. Jay and Mark sucked each other, using condoms, and then a chastened Larry timidly offered to suck me bare.

"Cum in my mouth if you want to, Steven," he said without much conviction as I gently squeezed his girl's tits.

Susan pushed him away from my cock. "That's so gay," she said. "Steven wouldn't do that to you even though you did it to him."

I jacked off in bed that night and ate the load off my belly. The taste was similar to Larry's cum, I liked it but the excitement was missing. The cock was missing. Cum without a cock in my mouth was, well, cum.

CHAPTER THREE

"We're out of pot," Larry announced, lighting up the last of our stash. We'd been smoking more and enjoying it more, getting closer to actual intercourse with the girls. I wanted to fuck Janet, sure, but I also wanted to try a cock in my mouth again; suck it to a climax and feel the warm cum spurting into my mouth.

It had been a week since I'd sucked Larry's cock and he'd accidently on purpose cum in my mouth. We'd done another gay scene for the girls, a four way suckfest with condoms on our dicks. I'd suggested bare-back blow jobs, but nobody wanted to risk an accidental mouthful of cum.

"That sucks," Jay said as Bonnie rolled a condom down his dick. "You gonna buy more from your guy in the Village?"

Except me, but I kept my thoughts to myself. Semen in my mouth, as exciting as it was, was only half the fantastic experience. Sucking a cock was the other half. The two halves made a fantastic whole, a complete cocksucking experience that I wanted to try again.

"Can't this week," Larry said. "One of you guys will have to make the buy."

Mark and Jay were both busy too, so the task was left to me to make the trip into Manhattan on Saturday.

I found the address easy enough, a sex shop in the West Village. Larry's source Smokey was running late, the young black fellow behind the cash register advised, so I used the time to browse around. The variety of sex toys and devices, funky underwear for men and women...I was aroused before I spotted the door marked video booths.

"Ten dollars for sixty minutes, honey," the clerk said with a polite smile. His pearly white teeth gleamed against his jet black skin, as did the pearl stud in his left earlobe when he tossed his head the way Janet does. Definitely gay, I thought, handing him a bill in exchange for a metal token.

"May I see some ID."

I showed him my junior drivers license.

"Hmmm. Supposed to be eighteen but, go ahead, honey. Nobody ever checks this early on a Saturday. And that hot rod in your pants isn't gonna wait two years."

"Thanks," I said, turning away from his unblinking stare at my crotch. The embarrassing bulge in my khakis was growing larger and more confined by the second.

"Take any booth, insert the token to unlock the door. It relocks automatically when your time is up. There's gay, straight and bisexual videos in each booth. Lube's out here if you need it, rubbers too if you swing that way and get lucky."

I'd barely gotten the door closed when somebody entered the booth next to mine. A waist high panel slid back slowly, then a long, black prick snaked through the small hole. "Suck it."

"What?" I said, automatically. Thinking I must have heard wrong.

"My dick, man, suck it for me. I need to blow a quick load of jizz."

"Suck your dick? Me?"

"Yeah you, man. Who else is gonna blow me? Ain't no other cocksuckers around."

"But I'm not a cocksucker." I thought it might be the gay clerk, but the voice was too deep.

"You ain't a cocksucker? Sheeeit. I need a blow job, man...need it bad."

I grabbed for the lengthy cock as it started to withdraw from the hole, held it firmly behind the head. "Wait up a second," I said, a crazy idea forming in my mind.

Why not, I thought, checking to see that my door was shut and locked, then dropping to my knees to check out the needy dick. I was needy too...to find out if I was bi or gay, if the time with Larry's uncovered cock had only been a fluke. This was a golden opportunity and I'd be a fool to pass it up. The guy on the other side of the partition didn't know who I was, he hadn't seen my face. I could blow him, take his load and nobody would ever know.

His dick was clean, no sores or anything else that looked nasty. The glory hole was too small to see much of his balls, but I could smell them and they smelled well, kind of musky, like balls should smell. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity to find out about myself without revealing my identity. "Okay, I'll do it."

"Do what, man?"

Could he have forgotten already? "Blow you, remember, suck your dick. That's what you wanted me to do, right?"

"Don't know, man," he said after a long hesitation that made me crazy. "You not bein' a cocksucker, like you said. Don't want no inexperienced mouth messin' with my dick...teeth hurt. I only let faggot cocksuckers and pretty white girls suck my big, black dick."

He started to pull back through the glory hole again. I was losing my grip not only on his dick, but on an opportunity that might not present itself again. "Wait, please wait," I said in a rush. "I lied before," I added quickly, then took a deep breath to steady my nerves and took the plunge. "I am a cocksucker, really, I am."

"You a faggot, boy? Anybody can say they suck dick, but only a faggot cocksucker goes down on my rod."

"Yeah, yeah, a faggot too. I'm a faggot cocksucker. Please let me suck you off. Please."

"Sheeit, man, spoken like a true queer. Man, I just love the way all you low life faggots'll beg for a real man's dick. Go on, baby, gimme good head."

The length of him came back through the whole. I kissed the tip immediately to show I was sincere. "Oh, shit, that feels so fuckin' good," my glory hole partner cried out as I kissed his prick again then licked away the shiny drop of precum that bubbled out from the wide slit.

There was no taste or smell to it and yet the single tiny drop made me tingle all over. I squeezed the shaft with one hand for more of the silky stuff and used my other hand to get rid of my pants and boxer shorts.

"Suck it now, cocksucker, I need to get off quick in a faggot's hot mouth."

Me, a cocksucker...a faggot? Well, maybe...probably. That's what I was about to find out. The words alone, cocksucker and faggot...the way he said them, sent shivers up and down my spine. The actual naked cock passing through my ovalled lips and into my wanting mouth, it tasted so darn good and felt so good on my tongue. The dick in my mouth must have awakened the dormant queer cells in my brain...I stroked my hardon as I sucked.

"Take more dick meat, cocksucker," he urged, thrusting forward as I eagerly sucked on the head. The thin wall between us rattled with his efforts to push his long length deeper into my mouth.

I tried hard to please him and take more of his thick shaft. Hell, I wanted it all inside me. Too much dick and I gagged though, killing the rhythm of the blow job. The bulbous, spongy head and about two inches of shaft was about all I could comfortably suck on and still breathe.

He took a lot of serious, hard sucking, took a long time to cum for a guy who needed to get off quick. I could have sucked his delicious, meaty cock for hours, though my knees were beginning to hurt, but I was also eager, desperate almost, to swallow the salty contents of his unseen balls.

"Gettin' real close, cocksucker. One big load of jizz'll soon be headin' your way."

Hearing this happy news I renewed my efforts, sucking harder and bobbing my head faster, jerking myself so I would cum again when he did. My first load was dripping down the wall in front of me.

"Here it comes, man, your faggot's reward for suckin' my dick so good. Keep on suckin', gotta big load a nut juice 'bout ready for your mouth."

I backed off to the head, clamped my lips behind the ridge and, still sucking, waited anxiously for the promised cum. One cock twitch later and my mouth was filled beyond its capacity with spurts of thick, salty, delicious cum. I swallowed it all as fast as I could, except the last spurt. This one I held in my mouth, swished it around so I could fully enjoy the taste of his sperm while I painted the wall again with my own.

"Fuckin' A blow job, man," he said, pulling his spent dick back through the glory hole. I slumped back against the wall and sadly watched it go, then felt joy when it suddenly reappeared fully erect a few moments later.

It took me another moment to realize that this was not the same dick I had just sucked off. This one was also jet black like the first one, but not as long. The head was bigger, the ridge more pronounced and it had a much stronger musky, locker room smell.

"Leon, the guy you just blew, he says you're a damn good cocksucker," the owner said as I reassumed a kneeling position in front of the glory hole. "A faggot that knows how to take care of real man's dick...knows how to ask for what he needs."

What do you mean? I almost asked and then I remembered what I'd said to the first man whose sperm I could still taste. I gladly said it again for this second black man whose dick I wanted to suck and whose sperm I hoped to taste. "I am a good cocksucker...a faggot. Please let me suck you off. Please."

Cock number three through the glory hole had a foreskin, the first uncut cock I had ever seen. It took me a moment to figure out how the extra skin worked, a lot of fun once I got the hang of it. Cock number four had one also, his was filled with a sticky substance that smelled like old milk. "Whew!"

"That's cock-cheese, faggot," he explained without my even asking. "A combination of cum, piss and sweat, I save it up special for the dick-pigs in glory holes and I'm betting you'll love the ripe taste."

So now I was a dick-pig in addition to everything else. Safely locked in my booth it didn't matter what these guys called me or what I did. I tried it, a tiny taste, then licked the inside of his loose foreskin clean of smelly but delicious cock-cheese before sucking him off to a glorious cum. I savored his tasty load while waiting for dick number five to make its appearance. I had time for one more blow job before my hour was up.

The wait was in vain, to my great disappointment, and the hallway was deserted when I cracked opened the door to peek out. I stepped out of the booth, forgetting that I was half naked, and almost got locked out when the door began to close behind me. Moans from a booth down the hall sent me scurrying back into mine.

I dressed quickly and left the store with a brief wave to the clerk. I was on the crowded subway heading back home, feeling safe and secure with my new secret self, when I realized that I'd forgotten to buy the pot I'd come for. The guys would be pissed when we got together tonight.

No problem, I thought, feeling giddy and aroused. I'd tell them that Smokey never showed up and volunteer to make the trip again on Sunday.

My booth from yesterday was occupied so I took the one across the hall and took off all my clothes. This booth had a much larger glory hole and a mirror attached to the back wall. Two features that I didn't think much about until a hard, cut cock and a pair of hairy balls came through the hole. The guy's whole package was on my side of the wall.

"You like dick?" He asked.

"You bet," I replied and got down on my knees.

"Do my balls first, would ya, before you suck my dick?"

Six more guys got their balls licked, got blow jobs and got off in my mouth...I came three times, before the hour was up. I saw it all happen in the mirror, like a porn flick and I was the cocksucking star. I looked pretty sexy with a cock in my mouth, sort of like a chipmunk with a guy's nuts stuffed in my cheeks. Watching myself service a guy's cock and balls and gulping down a load of cum added a whole new dimension to the act.

This time I remembered to stop and see Smokey before I left the shop. I made the purchase and brought the stuff to Larry's house where everyone was waiting for my return to light up, get high, get naked and fool around.

I fondled Janet's tits while she stroked my overused cock to erection. A very good sign considering my morning's homosexual activity. For sure I wasn't a straight guy anymore, but I wasn't a total fag either. I was bisexual and that was so cool.

It was a long, frustrating week for the hidden gay side of my sexuality. Janet gave me blow jobs and let me fuck her...and that sex was cool, but I also longed to have sex with a guy. I wanted to suck a cock; feel it pulse and swell as it thrust between my wet lips, feel his hairy nut sack grow tight in my hand as I sucked his steely hard cock, and swallow his warm sperm when he climaxed in my mouth.

Fucking Janet also gave me the idea to try doing it with a guy. My finger sure felt good when I did it in the shower. A cock in my ass just might feel great.

The gay guys at school looked more appealing each day. I was jealous. How lucky they were to be out of the closet and able to suck and fuck each other whenever the need arose. Larry, Jay and Mark would laugh at me at the very least, probably call me a faggot or a queer if I asked to suck their cocks. No telling how they'd react if I asked one of them to fuck me. They'd never believe my claim to be bi and I wasn't ready to deal with the humiliation.

After gym on Friday, confronted by thirty naked guys in the communal shower, I was desperate for a dick to suck. A return trip to the city on Saturday morning was my only salvation.

CHAPTER FOUR

The only booth available had no mirror and only a small glory hole. Beggars can't be choosers I thought while taking off my clothes. At least I didn't have to wait long for a cock to come through the hole. A black cock, just the head because the shaft was too thick to fit through the hole.

"This ain't gonna work," he said after I kissed the leaky tip. "The hole is too small for a proper blow job."

I nodded in agreement, frustrated too because I wouldn't get to smell or lick his balls.

"Lemme come on your side, huh?"

He left when I said no. So did the next guy who made the same request. I said yes to the third guy and unlocked the door to my booth. A mistake, I realized the moment he came hustling in and saw me on my knees. This was a grown man, unlike Larry, Jay or Mark who were kids like me. A whole man, not just an anonymous cock offered to my equally anonymous mouth through a hole in a wall.

"Please go," I said weakly as he stepped out of his pants. He wore no underwear and his black cock was rising at a rapid rate into a towering pole of flesh. I could smell him, and despite my fear of being outed I began to bone up.

"Don't you want to blow me?"

"No. I, ah...I don't do that."

He took a step closer and said, "You don't suck dick?"

I wanted his dick in my mouth more than I wanted to breathe. I wanted to lick and kiss his hairy balls, bury my face in his crotch, but I didn't want him or anyone else to know I was a fag. "No, I'm not a cocksucker."

"You always hang out naked in glory holes?" He said with a laugh. "I guess your dick's hard for no reason at all." The look of longing on my face, the long sigh that escaped my lips spoke volumes. "You're a faggot, a queer boy. I know it and you know it. My name is Shaq, call me when you decide to come out of the closet and I might let you suck my cock."

"Wait, please," I said as he opened the door a crack. I sensed movement in the hallway behind him, but all I saw when he turned back towards me was his cock.

The six men who heard me beg Shaq for his dick...who watched while I sucked his cock: they all got blow jobs too while Shaq made a pussy out of my ass. He fucked me so good while I sucked that I never felt the silver studs go into my earlobes or the silver bands go around my neck and balls. They were there when Shaq lead me to his car and drove me straight to Janet's house.

He waited for me in the car while I went in to see Janet. She didn't believe I wanted to break off our relationship until I took her outside to meet Shaq.

"Your boyfriend's a fag," he told her. "A pussy boy with no use for girls."

"Steven's bi," Janet kept insisting, even as I got into the front seat of the car, got naked, and put my head in Shaq's lap.

Shaq laughed and started the car. "Maybe before I fucked him this morning," he said, "but not anymore. When I filled his pussy ass with cum, Steven said goodby to bi.