This story is for persons of the age eighteen or over.
Continuing the story of Guinea Pig, our hero now confirmed as being bi-sexual gets to make plans to enjoy both sexes to provide his need for sexual relief.
Chapter One
You are probably reading this story now to know the answer that I left up in the air, so have patience for it will be revealed shortly. For first, it's to relate, briefly, the outline of the previous book.
My name is Randolph Oates and once lived with my parents in Kingston, just outside of London, they being Rufus and Mary. He is a financial adviser and is assisted by my mother. I was sent to very good schools so that I might join them later, but my academic achievements were below the standard required for me to go on to a university. The only thing that I achieved, if it could be called this, was to become quite muscular from the swimming that I enjoyed.
I had left school at sixteen and that summer I spent quite a time clearing up what can almost be called a wood that was at the far end of our property. This I was doing when mother had a visit from an old school friend by the name of Mrs Sheila Justin-Forbes, a widow having lost her husband in a helicopter crash. That he had been a director as well as a major shareholder in a large oil company, left her a rather wealthy woman, though I didn't know of this until later.
Being called out from the wood to meet her, she was struck by my physique and asked if I would help in clearing out the attic of the house she owned in Kingston. This I agreed to do and in the process, got rather dirty as she did too and it was when I was using her shower that she joined me in there and this led to me being seduced and of having sex for the first time with a woman.
She must have enjoyed it as much as I did for she wanted me for a whole week in the clearing of the attic and then having sex afterwards. She also later, started asking me to be an escort to various functions and even buying me clothes to suit the occasion. Much to my mother's annoyance, I finally moved in to live with Sheila and it was known by the others in the house who worked for her, that I was her lover, though the name toy boy applied to me in this.
It was a year later that I found out that she not only smoked reefers but also snorted cocaine. As much as I loved having sex with her, I flatly refused to take any of the drugs that she and her friends tried to push on me. Her closest friends being Jacob Riley and Fiona Hamilton who often visited her in her other house that was in Hanover Square where I now lived with Sheila.
After watching them for the first time snort cocaine and get quite high, I watched the two women strip off while dancing together and even saw them having female sex on the carpet. Jacob had come over and even I was slightly on a high from having inhaled some of the smoke from the reefers that they had been smoking prior to snorting some cocaine. So I didn't realise what the intention of Jacob was until he actually pulled out the erection I had got from watching the two women on the floor, taking me into his mouth and sucking on me till I came.
He was a bit miffed when I refused to do the same to him and I left them to carry on with what they were doing. It was because of this, that every time they visited the house and started taking the cocaine, I would leave them and go and play on the computer in the study. This went on for two years before I found the will she had made when she forgot to remove the key to an always locked drawer.
It was a basic one that left a small amount to her servants but the rest was to be half of the estate to her sister and a quarter each to her nephew and niece. I wasn't mentioned because it had been written before we had met. Now what with her sniffing and taking drugs, knew that there was a strong possibility that it would kill her in the end and so made provision for myself by rewriting her will on the computer putting the names of Jacob and Fiona as being witnesses. I printed off a copy before deleting it from the computer and put it in a safe place to later get their signatures as well as that of Sheila.
The opportunity came a few months later and by me now as well as being her toy boy, acted as a secretary and often typed up her letters and such and on one evening, had the chance to get all the signatures on my copy of this new will when they were really stoned. With how I had worded the will, I then went and bought an engagement ring but kept it hidden with this will.
The event that I thought might happen one day came to pass and I was fortunate enough to be having my monthly dinner with my parents that had also included two of their other friends. Trevor, her chauffeur as well as being the butler, had driven me there and collected me later that night and it was when I went up to our bedroom did I find Sheila dead on the floor.
I couldn't help but cry at finding her like this for I had really come to love her and it wasn't just for the sex we had together. But I soon composed myself and went and got the engagement ring I had bought and pulled off her other two rings and put my one on her finger. I also swapped the two wills and destroyed the original before informing Trevor of Sheila's dead body in the bedroom and to call the police and an ambulance.
I was duly questioned and was thankful that I had a good alibi for with the solicitor finding the will in the study, I was the prime suspect. That is until they found that Fiona had also died that night and the forensic people proved that they had both taken contaminated cocaine and this let me off the hook but got their drug supplier arrested on the information provided by Jacob who had been somewhere up north at the time.
With the will being read, Sheila's sister threw a wobbly at hearing that I was to inherit the estate and her and her children only being given two million pounds between them. Mother too threw a wobbly because the will stated that I was her fiancé, but was somewhat mollified when I gave her and my father four million pounds later. This still left me with quite a substantial amount as well as the houses in Hanover Square and Kingston, though I did lose the servants by giving, I think, too much from the estate.
So I became very lonely in that big house and missed the fucking of Sheila every night and having all my meals cooked for me. I was so in need of company that when I visited a dentist to have a tooth pulled, I found an answer of sorts in a medical magazine in the waiting room there.
It was an advert asking for volunteers to be, in my words, guinea pigs, and was assured by the dentist that it was a normal request and no danger involved, so I applied.
Being a healthy and young man of only twenty years of age, was accepted and showed up at their clinic later that month to meet three other guinea pigs. They being Eve Partridge, Dana Thomas and Joseph Cohen and the female nurse being Carol Whiteman and the male nurse Julian Withers.
We were to spend six weeks together and what was wanted was specimens of male sperm to be mixed with the orgasmic fluid of the females to find a means of mixing the two together and finding out if they could produce a means of stopping the male sperm from fertilisating the female egg. It was basically for making a male form of birth control pill in humans having proved it with mice and rats and now we're trying it out on humans.
I enjoyed it there, getting to fuck both women from the first day and later came to fucking Joe as he wanted to be called as well as being fucked by him. This came about by a mistake between Carol and Julian in me being given a double dose of female hormones which turned me into a male version of a nymphomaniac in wanting male sex as well as still wanting to fuck a woman. That next one being the nurse Carol.
We had to give blood samples as well as semen samples on a regular basis and I was then in such a state that I even had Julian fuck me and help me give up my sperm sample during his fucking of me by jerking me off into a condom while he was still up inside me from behind.
This urge to have an erect male penis either in my mouth or up my backside, slowed down somewhat later but it definitely turned me into becoming bi-sexual in wanting both a man or a woman to fuck though it was only a male that could fuck me in return.
I came to be called Randy as Sheila had done for I would always be ready to fuck at any time, day or night, but now wanted the same done to me too. I also got Carol to want me as much as the others did and it was because of this, she almost begged me to return to the clinic when our time was up. Those in the laboratory wanted me back too for they hadn't really finished their tests on me. The drawback to this in Carol's eyes was that the other one person they wanted was a homosexual to make comparisons with a male of that ilk, them not knowing that I was now a confirmed bi-sexual male and wanted a male organ too.
Carol was most upset when she found out that the homosexual male that turned up just happened to be Kevin Thomas, Kat being his nickname, had been to school with me. What with him giving me a big hug at our meeting and learning that my school nickname had been Quaker. Well, with the surname of Oates what else was I going to be called.
It took some time explaining to her of his greeting, what with him being a homosexual, that he had once, and only once, given me a blow job for not having reported of seeing him having oral sex with another boy while at school.
But now that I was bi-sexual, didn't keep quiet about it for he was now a man who would have an erect penis for me to suck on as well have shoved up my rear for the pleasure of once more being filled in this manner.
Carol wanted her sexual appetite satisfied too and so I finished up fucking each in turn but only getting my return from Kat. I didn't exclude Julian either which pleased him too. But all this fucking and being fucked caused problems for I had Kat say that he loved me and wanted us to live together after the course had finished. Not only him but Carol too said that she loved me and wanted me to live with her. This was my dilemma when it came to our last day at the clinic with them both begging me to live with them and me not yet having given an answer to either of them. I must add that neither of them knew that I was a millionaire and had two houses and still wasn't prepared to tell them either.
It was at our last breakfast, inviting Carol to eat with Kat and myself, it also being the first time that we had a meal together for the nurse's had their meals separate from the guinea pigs. Both at this meal waited for me to say which one I was going to go with and for me to give the answer that I left up in the air in the last book. Asking you, the reader to try and guess which one I would accept as a lover.
We had come to the end of breakfast and I could see the expectant looks on both their faces and watched them fall when I said neither of them because I wanted to live my own life and let them live theirs.
It had tugged at my heart strings to say this and see their crestfallen faces but unknown to Kat, I had slipped a note to Carol beneath the table saying what I was going to do. I can't say that her face brightened up for it didn't, probably thinking that it was just giving my answer in more detail, but I will say shortly what the note contained.
There were tears in the eyes of all three of us as we said our goodbyes to Carol and Julian, and Kat and I went out to the taxi waiting to take us to the train station to take one up to London. We queued up to get our tickets, Kat in front and unknown to him with him having moved away with his ticket, bought a return one, which should now tell you of my intentions.
We boarded our train and on the journey, Kat begged me to reconsider my answer, but I told him that though I thought a lot of him, I wouldn't live with him, and it was with tears coming from his eyes that we kissed goodbye at our London station, ignoring the strange looks we got from other passengers who saw two grown men kissing each other as we cried.
The reason I couldn't live with Kat was the fact that he was too possessive and I didn't want to have that albatross round my neck every hour of the day, or night where we would be having each other in bed. I wanted to be a free agent to pick and choose who I slept and had sex with and would make this quite clear to Carol when I returned to the clinic.
It was on the train back that I ran the note I had given Carol through my mind. It was an apology for putting her through that breakfast for I didn't want Kat to see a different expression on her face when I said no to him and was sure that she would accept this and to expect me back within a few hours to tell her in person.