Date: Mon, 31 Mar 2008 15:59:20 -0700
From: rusticmonk86@yahoo.com
Subject: Cinco De Mayo, Bisexual, MW, MB (Teen), Oral, Anal, Vaginal

CINCO DE MAYO `07
By: Gabriel Duncan

All rights reserved by Gabriel Duncan, March 31, 2008


CODES:

Bisexual  ||  Man/Woman Man/Male Teen  ||  Oral, Anal, Vaginal


This document contains graphic scenes of a sexual nature.  Be warned.

Always practice safe sex.



"Now'a days, it's clear as you please
Get strapped with protection
Or struck with disease"

'Don't Push' -- Sublime


Cinco De Mayo, 2007
Tracy, California


My girlfriend, Carrie brought me to her hometown to celebrate the Mexican
Independence Day at a hotel party.  One of her friends worked at the hotel,
which is how they were able to hook up two rooms on the ground floor, right
next to the pool.  When I walked in, the place was hopping.  I said hey to
the people I already knew and got started by cracking open a 40
(forty-ounce malt liquor.)  The music got turned up and we mingled.  Carrie
told me her gay friend, Johnny had arrived.  I'd met him once before, I
think.  He had come up with Carrie's best friend to hang out in the dorms
on the weekend.  I wanted to meet him and ask how it was being gay in what
I considered Podunk (compared to what lay on the other side of the Altamont
Pass.)

I caught up with him in the bathroom that had a keg sitting in a tub full
of ice.  I pumped it a few times and poured beer number whatever.

"'Sup, dude?"  I asked.

The guy stared at me for a second, sizing me up.  He looked sixteen.  He
was skinny, effeminate looking, with tanned skin and brown hair, cut
shaggy, emo style.  He had on a blue t-shirt with a neon green Atari logo
and some brown cords.  On his feet were some of those new skechers that
looked like bowling shoes.  I took a sip from my cup and let out a
satisfied smack.

"I'm Gauge," I said.  "You're the gay guy, right?"

Johnny gave me a fuck you look, "Why do you put it like that?"

"I'm gay too . . . heh, kinda."  I sat down on the edge of the tub.

"You're dating Carrie, right?"  He said, "I'm Johnny.  She told me you were
Bi."

"Yeah, well," I said, "Carrie is my first girlfriend."

Johnny looked at me incredulously.  "Have you even dated a guy before?"

"Would it surprise you if I said yes?"  I asked him.

He looked me up and down again, scrutinizing the sleeveless papa roach
shirt and subdued camo pants I wore.  I was 20, stocky and "stand-offish"
looking.  This was nothing new for me.

"You don't look gay," He said.

"You look smart," I told him, "Looks can be deceiving."

We stared each other down.  I thought I'd fucked up for sure.  My abrasive
demeanor was always getting me kicked out of bars or parties at sometime or
another.  It was my favorite character trait.  I like being an asshole.  I
wouldn't go out of my way to trample on anybody's daisies, mind you; I just
don't like being scrutinized or told what to do...or what I am.  But maybe
that last one was out of line.

"Hot though..."  Johnny murmured to himself.

My jaw dropped and I spun around to face him when the door opened and my
girlfriend was there with two guys who wanted beer.  I didn't have the time
to bid him farewell as Carrie led me around the party to meet more people.
But I did see his grin as I walked away.

We, Carrie and I, got caught up talking with an ex-marine, someone who was
in the delayed entry program in the army and a pot-head in a long black
trench coat who offered me a blunt and as much absinth he had. Which were
three bottles, from France.  The novelty of drinking real French absinth
was too much to pass by; so I took him up on the offer and added three
glasses of absinth to my already impressive drink menu.  I was under the
impression absinth was slightly hallucinogenic, but I didn't see anything.
A shame, considering I had to put up with its taste.

Carrie was all over me.  I don't know if she was jealous or worried.  But
she was glued to my hip for a while.  I didn't mind.  Her hands and lips
were turning me on and I didn't really care if people were watching us get
hot for each other.  Eventually, I had to push her off me, remembering that
I was in the middle of a hotel party.  When I looked around I saw Johnny on
the other side of the room, watching.  The music went up a few notches then
and someone shouted, "We're going to the pool!"

Some chicks walked past us then.  I remembered one of them as Hannah.  She
sized up my bulge right there and asked Carrie if she wanted to come.  But
she winked at me.  Carrie said yeah.

"Do you want to come?"  She asked, giving me a grin that orgies are made
of.  I started wondering what kind of party this was gonna be.

"I don't have a suit." I said.

"That's okay!"  Hannah offered, "We're just swimming in our underwear."

She gave me one of her five star kisses, grabbed my cock right there, in
front of everyone, and walked off.  I wasn't used to being used like that
in public.  Then came Johnny; taking the opportunity to squeeze between me
and some people leaving for the pool.  It happened quickly, but I still
caught it.  He was looking right at my bulging pants.  That dirty slut slid
a hand down my chest, cupped the head, and slid it against his ass as he
walked into the room with the keg.  I couldn't believe it.

Ditching my girlfriend for this, I thought.


When I walked in, Johnny was on point.

"Where's your girlfriend?" He asked.

"The pool," I said.

Johnny grinned at me slyly then, "Aren't you worried she's off moonlighting
with some guy?"

Rub it in already.  "She should be more worried about Hannah in the same
pool as me.  Her gaze was carnivorous."

"Everyone was watching."  Johnny told me.

"I know."  I'd rubbed her clit a few times through her dress.  She was so
wet that I could still smell her pussy on my fingers.  She'd slid her hand
down my pants.  We were joined at the mouth.  But we might as well have
been fucking.

The room was dark where it happened.  But I could feel the eyes.  There
were people making out everywhere, anyway.  Someone told me he'd found
another couple having sex in the bathroom.  Thinking about taking my hot
girlfriend in front of a bunch of strangers was turning me on.

Johnny and I talked about music and guys.  But he seemed more interested in
my cock.  He hit on me without shame.  Thank god for liquid courage, I
thought.

"You know," He said.  "I always thought straight guys were hot."

"Me, too," I agreed.

He sat closer, on the side of the tub, and dropped a hand in my lap.  I
jumped a little.

"You know," Johnny said with a mischievous grin, "You're pretty hot, too."

"We shouldn't do this," I told him.  But already, he'd managed to fish the
head of my dick out from the waist band.

"You mean this?"  Johnny lent down, pulling the foreskin away from my glans
and licked the tip of my cock.

And he knew he had me.  No one sucks cock like a gay guy.  No one.  The
instant I felt his laps wrap around my pole, I knew it wouldn't be long.
With the alcohol and my horny girlfriend working me up, I couldn't help it.
I leaned back, one hand behind me on the wall of the shower, and watched
the kid blow me.

He stopped for a second to lock the door, and then he came back.  I pushed
my pants down a little more, to my mid-knees so he could get to my balls.
He got back on his knees and nuzzled my bare crotch.  Johnny licked my
balls and nibbled the base of my cock.  I throbbed and watched as a good
amount of precum slid down the shaft towards his sucking face.  He moaned
and licked it up, all the way to the tip.

I felt my balls start to tighten as he took me down his throat, licking my
balls as he got to the bottom.  He moaned and grabbed my hands, placing
them on his head.  I noticed he'd fished his cock out.  It was shorter than
mine, on the lower side of six inches and thin.  But he was uncut, like me,
and he had some nice balls.

I watched Johnny furiously pull himself as I fucked his face gently.  I
wanted to get all I could out of that guy's face.  It was hot, and I was
going to come very quickly.  I petted his head as he choked himself with my
cock.  I pulled back a little, to give him some air, but the little fiend
wanted it!  He pressed down all the way into my pubes and let out a happy
grunt.  His mouth was so warm and soft, his tongue was playing with me in
just the right way.

"Pretty soon," I told him, and groaned.

Johnny sucked harder, his hand flying over his cock.  He loved this.  I
pulled out and slapped his face a couple of times, smearing spit and cock
juice across his cheeks.  I wanted to cum all over his face; watch the
little cocksucker vie for my sperm.  But I relented and pointed the head of
my cock back in his face.  Johnny grabbed my cock out of my hands and put
on a show, rubbing it on his face and licking it all over.  I was a hair
away from covering him with my load when I heard a large group return from
the pool.

Without another word, I pushed him off me.  He looked surprised, and not a
little afraid as I towered over him.  The size difference between him and I
was more noticeable now.

I was light-headed and horny as fuck.  But I knew better than to get caught
doing this.  I watched him fisting his cock as I slid my camos back up and
adjusted my bulge.  I was about to tell him to get dressed when something
took over me.

"Get on the sink," I told him.  He jumped up and lent over the sink, his
ass pointed at me.

"Umm . . . not like that," I told him.  But it was there, and I wanted
some.

He was about to move when I pushed him back down and shoved my face in his
crack.  It smelled good.  I blew lightly on his asshole and watched it
twitch.  Johnny let out a moan that was not unlike my girlfriend's.  Then I
swabbed my tongue over it, getting his anus nice and wet.  It tasted clean.
His smell was intoxicating.  Johnny squirmed and pushed back.  His pussy
was hot.  I stuck my tongue in his ass and wiggled it around.

"Please fuck me!" Johnny gasped.

I wanted to swallow his cum.  When I told him to sit on the sink, I wanted
to suck him.  But...  I stood up and pushed my cock against his hole.
Johnny moaned and pushed back, wiggling the lips of his tight boy-pussy
just over the head.  I groaned and pulled back.

"What?"  Johnny asked.  But already, my cock was back at his entrance.

He watched me spit between us in the mirror.  I rubbed the spit around with
my cock, getting us nice and went.  Then I sunk it into him, slowly,
savoring his tight ass.  He moaned and pushed back, until we were pressed
together.  I couldn't believe it.

Johnny's face in the mirror was animalistic.  I pulled out a little bit,
then pushed in as far as I could go, making him squeal.  He reached back
and traced circles around his stuffed asshole and groaned.  Then Johnny
slipped his hand beneath himself and I could feel his balls hitting mine as
he jerked off.

"This is so hot," he said.

I reached around and grabbed his cock.  He was silky smooth.  I pumped in
and out slowly, savoring this boy's body.  His willingness and obvious
craving for cock turned me on.

"You shave," I noticed aloud.

"Yeah," Johnny sighed and wiggled his ass on my cock.  "Do you like it?"

By way of answer, I pulled out and turned him around.  Johnny tried to kiss
me, but I deflected it.  We were face to face now, breathing heavily.  Our
cocks were touching.  I swayed my hips a little so they'd touch more and
nuzzled him.  Aside from the pure sexual energy, there was something else
about him; something so feminine that I was overcome by the urge to make
love to him.

He must have read my mind because he said, "I want you to face me while you
fuck me."

"Okay," I said.

He hopped up on me and I guided him back down on the sink.  We were both
panting.  My cock was so hard that precum was just oozing out.  I had the
head of my dick at his hole when I head someone calling my name.

"Fuck!" I growled, and started pulling my pants up.

But Johnny grabbed me and whined, "No!"

"We can't," I told him, suddenly feeling guilty.  "I shouldn't have done
this anyway."



My girlfriend's best friend and the marine were looking for me.  I managed
to slip out of the bathroom while no one was looking and appear to come
from outside, where people were smoking.

"Dude," The marine said, "Your girl totally wants you.  She's been looking
for you forever.  Where were you?"

"Smoking pot behind the dumpster," I said.

"Oh," The marine said.

The two of them looked at me a little weird.  But they shrugged and they
told me where to find Carrie.  She was in the other bathroom, waiting for
me.  I knocked.

"Who is it?"  I heard her ask.

"It's me," I said.

"Who's `me'?" She giggled.

"Let me in!" I said.

She was naked.  Her breasts pert, nipples hard and slightly covered by her
long brown hair, she stood in the middle of the bathroom.  My girl was
fine, not too skinny at all.  She had curves and I liked them.

The first thing she did was slam me against the door and take off my pants.
I looked down, wondering if there was any shit on my dick and was relieved
that I couldn't see any.  I spit in my hand and tried to use it to run off
any Johnny that might still be on it.  Then I pulled off my shirt,
displaying her favorite feature, my chest hair.

She jumped up on me and kissed me.  I let out an, "Mmf!"  And she locked
the door behind us.

"I want you," She told me, rubbing her hairy pussy against me, "I've been
waiting all night."

Her hand went under us and she gripped my rigid pole.  I was still rock
hard from my encounter with Johnny and just a little nervous she might be
able to tell.  But she didn't.

"Ooh!" She said, slipping my cock around her pussy lips.

"You want it bad, don't you babe?"  I asked her.

Carrie bit her lip and nodded like a dirty schoolgirl.  She gripped my hips
with her thighs and lifted up enough to slide my cock into her and settle
down on it.  We both moaned so loud I knew people heard us.  Carrie fucked
herself on me while I leaned against the door.  I took one of nipples into
my mouth and sucked.  Her boobs were so soft.  I shoved my face between
them and fucked her.  Carries groans were more like squeaks, high-pitched
wooing and little gasps whenever I bottomed out.  It was good.  But I
wanted more.

"Bend over the sink," I ordered her.

"Okay, daddy," She said.  "Are you going to fuck me hard?"

Carrie liked doing stuff like getting spanked and calling me daddy.  And I
liked calling her my little slut and letting her tease me as much as she
wanted.  Because it all ended with her on all fours, squirting over my cock
as I fuck her sweet twat.

I bent down behind her and licked her exposed vagina.  She squirmed and
spread the lips more for me.  I found my face buried in her bush, my tongue
slipping over every surface I could find.  When I looked in the mirror,
Carrier's eyes were closed and the look of bliss panted upon her lips.  I
shoved three fingers into her pussy and bit her ass.  She jumped and
groaned, swirling her eighteen year old pussy on my fingers.

"Yeah, girl!" I said.

"Fuck me, daddy!"  She groaned.

Without hesitation, I stood up, pulled out my fingers and roughly replaced
with my cock.  Her pussy gripped me fiercely and she groaned bloody murder
as Carries first orgasm racked her.  I could feel her pussy spurting on my
cock.  I pulled out and bent down, licking at her dripping pussy.  I love
dripping pussy.

Then I stuffed it back in and fucked her hard and fast.  I could feel my
balls were drawn up into a little bundle under my cock.  I wanted to spurt
cum in her pussy.  I wanted make her have quintuplets.  My concentration
was at the tip of my cock, the burning in my balls.  I was almost there
when she lost control, squeezing her legs together and screaming this time.
I could feel her juices running down my thighs.

"Ohh!"  She screamed, "Fuck me, Gauge!"

I was doing everything I knew how to.  Wiggling my hips to change the
angle, aiming for her g spot.  My baby was moaning and groaning.  We were
both totally lost to the outside world as she pushed me away and sat on the
sink, legs spread, and pussy winking.  I licked my fingers and wiggled them
on her clit, watching more juices seep out and hit the sink.

Then I sunk it back in and got ready for a nice fuck.  My girlfriend had
her legs spread like a porn star.  We both watched my cock slide in an out
of her pussy.  Carrie's eyes flitted back and forth between my face and our
bodies.

"I love you, Gauge," Carrie said softly.

It made me stop in mid-stroke.  I looked up at her, and she was looking at
me with those eyes.  The ones that say I want to be with you forever.  We
kissed and I told her that I loved her, too.  I slammed in her good and
ground my hips against her clit.  She groaned, like an animal and bit my
lip.  I pulled back a little, so only my cock was touching her and started
fucking her slowly, shallowly, just enough to drive her crazy.

Then my instincts took over.  I couldn't help it.  Being played with by
both of them, almost getting my rocks off the first time...  I need the
release.  Carrie hung on and moaned encouragements as I had my way with
her.  We were being really loud, but I couldn't stop.  Someone knocked.

"Fuck off!"  I yelled, "We're busy!"

Carrie giggled as I kept pounding it.  She started groaning louder as
whoever it was knocked again.

"FUCK OFF!"  I yelled again.

I shut my eyes and tried to focus on the tight pussy stretched around my
cock.  The smell of my girlfriend's body, the feeling of our juices.  It
was over soon after.  I pulled until I was almost out and gave her one last
slam, tying her to my cock as it gushed sperm inside her.  Carrie screamed
then, and I could feel her juices flooding my pubes and splatting to the
tile below.  It seemed like it last for hours.  But it was only seconds.
When I pulled out, my cum gushed.  There was more than I'd ever seen
before.  The person was still knocking on the door, but I didn't care as I
dropped to my knees and ate the cream out of her.

When we were done, we kissed and nuzzled for a minute or to.  Until she
slipped her panties up around her swollen pussy and I got dressed, too.
Once she opened the door, we saw who it was.  Johnny was standing there,
looking pissed off.  When he saw it was us, he scowled at Carrie and pushed
past her.

"About time!" He said.

Then he closed the door and locked it.  Carrie and I looked at each other
and laughed.  There was a group gathered around the bathroom and they were
all clapping.  I got a slap on the back from the marine and Carrie and I
sheepishly walked out to have some cigarettes.  As we walked out, I noticed
that most of the people who were there earlier had already left.  I checked
my watch and gasped when I noticed it was close to three in the morning.

Our Inside Guy from the hotel came out and told us that he needed to figure
out who was staying.  Carrie told him we were.  He said we could have a bed
and left us.  Carrie turned to me asked me if I wanted to fuck her while
everyone else was asleep.  It was kinky, and I couldn't turn her down even
if I wanted to.

Most of the other people were staying in the quiet room, well away from us
and the keg.  When Johnny found out there might not be enough space for all
of us, he offered to share our bed.  He was very enthusiastic and all but
jumped in before I told him no.  There were two other people there, a guy
and a girl, who decided to sleep separately on the floor.

When the lights went out, we all got ready for bed.  Carrie had put on some
gym shorts (without panties) and a little t-shirt.  Johnny and Carrie both
watched me take off my pants and shirt and jump into bed in my
boxer-briefs.  Carrie took the inside, next to the wall, and we snuggled up
together.  Everyone said goodnight and I closed my eyes and waited.  I must
have gone to sleep

When I woke up, someone was sucking my cock.  It must have been Johnny
`cause Carrie didn't like sucking cock.  My suspicions were confirmed when
I looked down and saw the kids lips wrapped around my pole.  I could hear
my girlfriend snoring a little over the smacking of Johnny's lips.  He
jumped a little when he felt my hand on his head.  But that made him suck
even harder.

Making sure I didn't wake Carrie, I slipped out of bed and pushed the
little punk down on his back.  He groaned and spread his legs.  I got on
top of him and sucked on his neck a little.  He moaned and I moved to his
nipples, getting them hard and then nibbling on them until he was grabbing
at my cock.  I went lower and nuzzled his balls, making Johnny squirm.

I pushed his ass up and he hung his knees on my shoulder as I jerked his
impossibly hard cock and licked his asshole.  He groaned really loud and I
covered his mouth with my hand and shushed him.  He calmed down a little,
verbally.  But his whole body stiffened when I pulled his cock forward and
took the whole thing.  I could taste his precum from earlier as I pulled
the skin back and licked his cock head.  Johnny groaned softly as I licked
his cock and balls.

My girlfriend was still snoring as Johnny arched his back and shoved his
cock home.  I played with his asshole as he unloaded into my throat.  They
were big, sticky globs of cum that tasted sweet on my tongue.  Finally, he
finished and slumped back to the floor, leaving me to wipe my face with my
forearm and smack my lips.  God, I missed that taste.  I thought to myself.

I didn't feel so tired when Johnny got on his hands and knees, looked back
over his shoulder and said, "Hey."

I didn't wait for him to get used to it, either.  I was too turned on by
swallowing his load to wait.  He whimpered when I shoved it in and started
pounding.  I grabbed his hips and used him.  Absolutely used his ass.  The
way Johnny was moaning, he must have loved it.

I made it good, working up a sweat until the sound of my balls slapping his
ass became too much.  I flipped him over and straddled his face.  After a
couple of strokes, I pointed it at his face and let flew.

He practically took a shower, turning his head form side to side, smearing
my cum on his face while I pumped out rope after rope.  When it was done,
he just laid there, grinning like a fool and covered with my sperm.  I
licked some of my cum off his face and kissed him.  Johnny swooned and we
made out way into his bed, oblivious to the world.

He snuggled into my chest, wiping the cum off in my chest hair, as he said,
"That was amazing."

"Yeah," I said.

The way he felt in my arms, the look that he was giving me.  I felt like
I'd found that thing I was looking for.  I stroked his face and just looked
into his eyes.  How unbelievable.

We made out until first light, when I managed to slip back into bed without
Carrie waking.  What an awesome party.


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