Previously in Bisexual Encounters: ORGY
I dimly heard the others leaving, the three men with their spent cocks dangling, and your lover calling out, 'You go ahead and be that naughty little girl, Luci', and while your tongue which felt so much like a penis in my mouth, drove me to that explosive release, the woman added, as the door was closing, 'but my pussy will have to deal with your slutty mouth next time I come.' My spume shot up between our bodies, over your naked breasts and onto our faces while groans of pleasure poured out of me like pulsating waves. At that time, I knew that I would never experience anything like this again, my surging member, your tongue so much like a penis in my mouth, my deathless passion. Never again.
But I was wrong.
After we cleaned ourselves off, Luci and I had a good laugh over the insanity we had just experienced. We convened to a local bar to talk about it and check out the scene. The bar was the 'Hideaway' and was down a few steps from a dark alley, available only to those who had been previously vetted. An open attitude to diverse sexuality and an appreciation for male exhibitionism were primary characteristics of the bars patrons. Women (with or without penises) who relished intra-male sexuality were especially valued.
The bar was populated with the usual colorful and flagrantly disposed members of this somewhat occult community. Various outrages to the puritanical mind were taking place throughout the room: at the bar, at the tables, on the dance floor, in the corners and most likely in the restrooms. Techno beat music flooded out of speakers though with greater restraint than with most venues of this nature.
At the bar, a notably well endowed member of the community (whose name it turned out was Clark Kent) was leaning back against the bar on his stool wearing only a semi-transparent muscle t-shirt. His bare legs were spread and kneeling between them, as close as i could tell, was a fresh faced teen boy with curly blond hair who was assiduously sucking the muscle guy's endowment, or at least the 5 to 6 inches that he could get into his mouth at once. Behind the boy were 3 other people waiting in line, 2 early 20s college boys and a delicious young girl who appeared to be about 17 years old (how did she get in here?).
What was going on? Well, just a typical Hideaway event, the CockSuck challenge. The purpose of the competition was, in brief, to bring a man to orgasm. The lucky guy (in this case Clark Kent) would have drawn the wining number from a penis shaped vase to become the phallic beneficiary of the competition. He would strip off his pants (and g-string if he wore one) and sit back at the bar, a table or wherever. He usually had a brew in one hand and was manipulating his joint in the other except when a contestant was servicing it. Each contestant was allowed 2 minutes to bring him off. The unsuccessful ones were allowed to return to the end of the line for another turn if they wished (which they usually did). The winner, after wiping cum off his (or her) face, would receive free drinks for the rest of the night. The witnesses to the competition would be cheering or taunting the contestants and exchanging somewhat uninspiring repartee with the suckee who himself needled the orgasmically unsuccessful with witty comments about their inept oralizing talents. Whenever the times-up bell tinkled and the sucker reluctantly pulled back (with prime man meat in his (or her) mouth, who wouldn't be reluctant to have to unsuck), the suckee would wave his erection from side to side and shout `bye-bye'.
'Hey Turk'. I hailed the bartender 'I think you know Luci'. Turk, a connoisseur of both sexes, looked my girlfriend up and down, leaned forward across the bar to a foot from Luci's luminescent face and said in his usual sardonic style 'Luci. You deserve something better. What can I get for you? boy or girl?'. You mean your booze is gendered now, Turk?' i played along. Take a look at that girl in line' Turk said pointing out the mini-skirted blond putative cock sucker to luci. 'her name's penny. why dont you go over and introduce yourself'.
luci smiled . 'i am in something of a lezi mood right now. for some reason, being surrounded by all this gorgeous man meat makes me want to taste pussy'.
luci walked over to penny and it was apparent that they were quickly bonding. the irony of her making a new lesbian connection while waiting in line to suck cock was not lost on me. i actually enjoyed watching the sweet, swift intimacies between the girls (the touchings, giggling, the bumping, the whisperings). my pleasure was additionally aroused by a hand stroking my thigh, the hand of a superbly attractive boy who was now sitting on the chair next to me which had just been abandoned by luci. 'names charley. cute girl friend you've got there' he said to me. i noticed his full lips, his pretty features. 'thanks. right now she's sort of into the other girl in line'.
he laughed 'then maybe you should have some fun while she's distracted'. suddenly my penis was out of my pants and in his stroking hand. 'are you some kind of sleight-of-hand magician, charley?' i asked him, truly astonished at how he had managed to extract my hardening joint without my being aware of it. he laughed again. 'lets watch the sucking competition while i jerk you. maybe i can get you off before Clark cums'.
my mind became a buzz of sexual desire with things happening almost as if in a dream. i somehow found myself sitting in the chair next to kent as peter knelt below me fondling my penis between his hands while staring over at kent. i gazed hypnotically down as luci's newly minted blond girl friend was playing with kent in the same way as peter was with me. prnny was not blowing kent but gently edging him with her fingers to the point where an immanent ejactorial explosion was obviously approaching. i realized that penny was keening kent for luci who was leaning down behind her observing both peter and penny manipulating our two penises in pre orgasmic rhythm.
within seconds after luci took over from penny, i heard kent emit a grunt followed by a shout followed by a geyser of cum up into lucis mouth. before his second orgasmic spurt, following the first by less than a second, my own dam broke from between peters caressing fingers and flooded his pretty lips and face with my own sperm filled spout. as i spurted time and again like endless crashing waves on the shore.
my orgasmic moans, synchronized with those of kent, rang out in a chorus of historic male lust. as if in a dream, i saw peter and luci leaning over, kissing the cum off each others lips.