Date: Wed, 31 Aug 2005 11:32:11 -0400
From: kjack walker <thefunktion@hotmail.com>
Subject: Birthday

Disclaimer: If you are not 18 or the legal age in the state you live to
read this material then leave now.


I should be doing work right now but how can you work when your mind is
elsewhere.  On the surface, I'm your typical heterosexual male.  Ordinary
in most respects, except for the mere fact that I had an incredible
bisexual experience that I can't shake from my head.  This is the true
story of that occasion.

It was my birthday and my friends and I had all agreed to meet at a local
watering hole.  A simple place where the decor was terrible but everybody
knew everybody and the service was on a first name basis.  The prospect of
turning 27 wasn't a particularly attractive thing, but unlike many of the
women I know, I wasn't dreading it.  The gray had slowly started to make
it's way into my hair but in all other respects, I was in the same great
shape I was in highschool.  I had tried to maintain my athletic stature and
hoped that all agreed that my 6 foot, 200 lbs frame wasn't too far off.

When my friends and I arrived, the place was crammed with the usual Friday
night crowd, a combination of after-work drinks that had continued too long
and the hard- core drinkers starting their evening ritual.  Seats were hard
to come by for the crowd we had in tow so the one table we could snatch was
overflowed with people and caused many of our mob to bump into neighboring
tables.  At one of these tables was a couple.

The guy was dressed in all black.  I later learned both he and his
companion were waiters at a nearby restaurant and were there for a social
drink.  The girl was tall, you could even notice her height while she was
sitting.  Not model material but definitely attractive.  Her red hair and
thin features were just the characteristics that would usually grab my
attention.  Her long hair fell to the middle of her back and although she
had modest b-sized breasts, her true asset was a fantastic ass that you
couldn't pinch an inch on.  Add to that the fact that both were
French-Canadian, and the scene was set for something good to happen.
Although not fluent, I speak fairly decent French due to my fathers
influence on my upbringing.

A good looking girl will always grab the attention of the guys I hang out
with.  I'm no slouch when it comes to meeting new people either.  The funny
thing was that I had no intention of starting anything.  I had only
recently put the final nail in the coffin of a relationship that had
trailed on for way too long.  Tonight was supposed to be a celebration not
only of my passing year in age, but the start of a new phase in my life.
Little did I know how ironically true that would be.

The language was the key.  While the other guys all tried to make small
talk, half of what they said wasn't understood, just as the couple's French
dialect was poorly understood.  I got to be translator, and for
convenience, I ended up sitting at the end of the table to allow for the
communication.  I found out their names were Philip and Natalie. Philip was
gay, not a problem, but it took him out of the equation nicely.

People were very good to me that night and every time I made a motion to
the bar, a glass of beer appeared before me, ending the need to move.
While generous, it caused me to get progressively more drunk.  Not so bad
on your birthday, but I didn't realize how bad I was till I finally made a
trip to the men's room and found balance a challenge.  As the night
progressed, I found the music getting louder and louder, making it more
difficult to hear anybody and everytime I tried to hear the vocalizations
of our new friends, I had to get progressively closer to hear properly.
This worked to my advantage because I got to be face to face with Natalie.
She smelled great and I could tell a mutual attraction was there.  Or at
least, it appeared to my beer-goggled eyes that she was into me.

Jump ahead a couple of hours, I find my friends fading fast and all that
remain are Philip, Natalie, myself and a couple of stragglers that have
decided to talk amongst themselves.  For now, it's just me and my new
friends, and we decided to find more fun at another bar.  I suggest one up
the street and they both agree.  I may be no Casanova but I can tell that
Philip is tired and wants to go home but that Natalie seems to think she
needs more time to seal the deal.  Little does she know I'd jump her right
there if she wanted me to, but I'll go along with the show if it makes her
feel like she's accomplished her goal.

When we get to the next bar, Philip is tired, but he compensated by being
eccentric.  He was all over the place, talking to everybody and attempting
to dance with the entire crowd.  Although annoying, it gave me a chance to
get a little closer to Natalie.  It wasn't long till I was necking in a
corner with her.

Move ahead a little bit more and it's closing time.  Everybody is shuffling
out under the ugly lights.  The moment of truth arrives, what are we going
to do.  I'm a little too drunk to be thinking entirely straight, so I let
my friends make the call.  I see Natalie and Philip talking, but I'm not
sure what they're saying.  They decide we should all go to Philip's place,
being the closest and because both my and Natalie's places are a little out
of the city and we both had cars downtown.  It's odd that I didn't think
this was odd at the time, but looking back, it seems like they had
something planned.

Philips place was in a rough looking building, in a rough part of town, but
the inside was very modern.  It was a typical bachelor pad, kitchen and
living room in one, and a separate bedroom.  He was very gracious and
offered the bed for Natalie and myself, as long as we "cleaned up anything
afterward."  Very nice of him, I thought.
  Philip grabbed the couch and finally, Natalie and I could have a little
privacy to have some fun.

The door had barely closed when Natalie's hands were grasped around my
shirt bottom and was being pulled up over my head.  I followed suit with
tore off her lacy, button-up shirt.  She had been wearing a black full
length skirt all night and this was when her true beauty made itself
apparent.  I yanked down the skirt and twisted her around, so I was giving
her a solid hug from behind while I could nibble on her neck.  >From this
position, I looked down to see the greatest ass I'd ever seen, each lobe
being framed on either side of a black silk thong.  She moved forward
toward the bed, diving face first onto the sheets, and pulling me along for
the ride.  As I kissed along her back, I moved down her spine to the top of
the crease of her ass and slowly slipped the thong down and off.  Then in
one quick motion, flipped her over and dove head first into a shaved snatch
that smelled like musty baby powder.

Now I may love sex, but eating out a girl is my true passion.  There's
nothing quite as good as having your face buried in pussy, while your hands
are wrapped around back and pulling on a fine ass.  But I digress.

This was having its desired effect and Natalie was softly moaning and
starting to twitch convulsively.  Orgasm one down... more to go I hoped.
She grabbed me by the hair and yanked me up alongside her.  It was now her
turn, she said, and with this she grabbed my cock and began giving me the
most amazing blowjob I had ever gotten.

But as I mentioned, I love eating pussy.  I spend hours in the gym, not for
the health and looks benefits, although they can't hurt either.  I do it
for times like this, when I can easily grab and twist her without breaking
a sweat.  With this movement, we're now in a 69 position, with her
beautiful mound right above my head.  Again, I dove in and began circling
her clit with my jutting tongue.  Up and down one minute, and side to side
the next, trying to determine which elicited the best moans.  I love 69, it
gives you the benefit of a blowjob and allows your hands to be free to
explore and caress every nook and cranny.  I guess it was this sensory
overload that allowed Philip to slip in without my noticing.

As I was sucking Natalie's juices down my anxious throat, I saw a cock
coming toward my head.  Startling at first, especially because I hadn't
seen or heard anything till this point.  But Natalie had my head pinned
between my thighs, and although I could have easily lifted her, the alcohol
had numbed my objections, and I wanted to see what would happen.  I eased
off her pussy only to be replaced by Philip's hard 6 inch cock, which slid
easily into the moist slit I had just previously been attached to.  "I
thought this guy was gay" was the only impulse in my noggin at the time,
but this quickly faded.  My mind had expanded a great deal during my
university days and now I don't group according to society's narrow
concepts of sexuality.  Philip's cock easily slid in and out and didn't
seem to startle Natalie at all.

It might have been the booze or the adrenaline, I don't know why, but I
went with it.  I kept jutting out my tongue to time my clit stimulations
with Philip's cock penetrations.  Occasionally his balls would graze my
tongue, and I loved it.
  I was so aroused by this and I could feel my balls tense, and my cock
begin to twitch in Natalie's mouth.  I reached up and held on to cock right
above my head, just at the base. And with one motion, pulled it into my
mouth as Phillip thrusted.  This put him over the edge and on the next
thrust, he cummed into my mouth.  I had never tasted cock, let alone
another mans cum, so this all was deeply erotic and sent me over the edge,
and I came all over the lips and face of Natalie, who tried to pull away
but couldn't in time and got the facial shower.

All three of us were stunned by what had happened and we quietly collapsed
in a pile on the bed.  The alcohol took over and we all passed out, without
a word being exchanged.  I was a little spooked in the morning, and took
off before the other two had woken, which is a move I deeply regret.
Without a way to get a hold of them later, I lost track of them and never
had a recurrence of the event the has severely changed my outlook on sex.

If you're out there in Canada or elsewhere around the world, I'd love to
hear from you.  You may know Philip and Natalie, or are people like them.
Regardless, I'd love to hear what you thought of this true account.  Email
thefunktion@hotmail.com Cheers