Date: Mon, 25 Jan 2010 03:28:29 -0600
From: Amber Fountaine <amber_fountaine@hotmail.com>
Subject: Morning After

Amber Fountaine stories contain sexually explicit descriptions of
consensual sexual activity and are not suitable for reading by anyone under
the age of 18, or anyone offended by reading such material. These acts
include gay and bisexual activity as well as any combination of piss play,
diapers, cross-dressing and other fetishes and perversions that may please
the author's whims. The characters in these stories are fictional, but are
mostly based on the author's true experiences, as well as the experiences
of others he has met. Every attempt to conceal these identities has been
made. These stories are placed in Nifty for the enjoyment of its readers
and are not to be copied and/or distributed without the approval of the
author.


				 The Morning After

				by Amber Fountaine

	I'm sure every one of you that's ever had a bit too much to drink
have woken the next day wondering about the night before, having done
something you'd have thought you'd never do. As for me, on this particular
morning, I hadn't done `it' but I'd come close - closer than I'd have ever
thought I would. I'd had my first three-some with an old friend and his new
girl, had tried something I'd never heard or thought of, and . . . well
maybe I should start by explaining how it happened.


	Gene was a friend in high school. Not a best friend by any means,
but a guy I knew that hung in the same crowd. We were on the baseball team
and ran track together, belonged to one of the same school clubs, and had
even double dated a few times when he was dating the best friend of the
girl I was seeing. I didn't see Gene again after graduation until our ten
year high school reunion and discovered he hung out at a bar not far from
where I lived.
	So a couple of years after the reunion, when I'd just gotten
divorced after six years of marriage, I stopped in that bar. It wasn't that
I'd wanted to see Gene so much as it was that I didn't know where else to
begin to re-establish my social life.
	I'd been in there maybe three times before I finally got there at a
time when Gene was there. Turned out his work required him to be out of
town anywhere from a few days to a month at a time and he'd just gotten
back from a two week assignment. We had a few beers, brought each other up
to date, and I learned a few things that I hadn't known previously.
	For one, Gene had been wearing a patch on his forehead at the
reunion and had tried to hide it with a ball cap. When questioned, he'd
said it was from a jealous woman. The real story, I found out that night
was that Gene had been married and the jealous woman was his wife. She'd
caught him cheating on her the week before the reunion and the reason she
hadn't been with him had been that he'd been in the middle of getting a
divorce.
	"The last two years have been the best of my life," he'd told
me. "I do it all, any time I want, with whoever I want. It's the only way
to live."
	I figured he'd been trying to cheer me up, and didn't pay his words
that much attention. However, from that night on, for the next several
months, Gene became my regular drinking buddy whenever he was in town.
	I started dating again, got laid a few times, and when I didn't
have anything better to do, would head to "The Tavern" to have a few with
Gene or any of the other regulars that I'd gotten to know. Last night was
one of those nights and that's how I met Lana and all this happened.


	Gene was at his favorite place on the back corner of the bar when I
joined him. He'd told me he always sat there because it was near the door
to the ladies toilet and he could chat with the women going by. That was
exactly how he got into a conversation with Lana. She was on the way to go
pee when Gene spoke to her and she stopped to say hello.
	"Feel like gettin' some more revenge on your ex?" He asked her.
	She laughed and told him, "Naw. Thanks for the offer you dirty old
man. I've already done you. I'm looking for something different."
	Gene winked at me, then told her, "Well then, how about doing the
both of us? I'll bet you've never had two at once."
	I couldn't believe Gene had just made that suggestion and I was
sure the shock on my face would be mirrored on Lana's. But instead, she
looked at me, at Gene, back at me, and then told Gene. "It's an idea," she
told him. "But first I gotta go pee."
	"How about I go with you and you sit on my lap?" he countered.
	"You're just full of kinky ideas aren't you? We'll see." she told
him over her shoulder as she walked off.
	All I could think to ask was, "Who was that?"
	Gene explained that he'd met Lana a week ago on the previous Friday
night. She'd just gotten divorced from a guy that had been screwing her
sister, her best friend, and had even tried to seduce her mom. He told me
that Lana was what he called, "Grudge Pussy." He told me that in his
experience, which seemed to be a lot more than mine, when women were
harboring a grudge against their ex husband or boyfriend, they'd fuck just
about anyone to get even. He said that Lana has been divorced about a
month, and that her ex had ridiculed her for being so naïve in bed and not
wanting to try anything different. So now that she was free to run around,
she was fucking every guy she met to get back at him, and trying things
with strangers that she'd never done with her husband. For instance, he
told me, his was only the third cock she'd ever sucked, but that she
intended to suck and or fuck every guy in the place that wasn't married or
going with someone. "You want some of that," he assured me, "I'll call her
over when she comes out."
	I didn't know what to say. But she was definitely attractive, had a
nice body as near as I could tell, and the idea seemed at the moment like a
good one. However before I could tell him yes, I didn't need to. By then
she was done and when she walked out of the bathroom, she walked straight
over to us without being called.
	"Where you serious or bull-shitting?" she asked Gene.
	Gene got this look on his face that was a cross between being
shocked and insulted. "Me? Bull-shit? Never! I'm here for you baby. You
want a 3-some - you got it. You wanna piss sitting in my lap? My lap is
yours. You just tell ol' Gene what you want and you got it."
	"Yeah. Sure," she told him with a smirk. "If bull shit was down to
a penny a pound you'd still be a millionaire."
	He clutched his chest, acting like he'd been stabbed, but this time
he couldn't keep a straight face. "I'm hurt," he told her, but he couldn't
sell it.
	"Don't you think you ought to tell me your friend's name before you
start suggesting that we all jump in bed together?"
	"This is Bobby, or Robert Spiller," he told her, introducing
me. Then like he hadn't already mentioned it, told me, "And Bobby, this
enchanting she-devil is Lana."
	I put my hand out to shake hers, but instead of shaking, since I
was sitting sideways on a bar stool, she put her hand on my crotch and
groped by swollen cock.
	She grinned at me as she said to Gene, "I think your friend likes
me. And I think I like your friend." Then she turned to Gene and asked, "Is
he anything like the other Bobby?"
	Gene laughed. "I doubt it."
	"Well I'm not going to your place. And my roommate's got her
boyfriend coming over." Then she turned to me. "Can we go to your place? Do
you live alone?"
	"Yeah, uh . . ." I stammered. I did live alone and there wasn't any
reason that we couldn't go to my apartment. We seemed to be moving very
fast and I wasn't prepared for all this to really come about. Yet I
couldn't think of a single reason to say no.
	"Good," Lana proclaimed, like that sealed the deal. "I've got half
a drink left. Let me go finish it and tell Melanie I have a ride." That
said, she released her grip on my cock and walked off.
	"Wow," I said to Gene, for lack of anything more intelligent to
say.
	"This is your lucky night old buddy. She is one hot lady and she's
willing to try anything. So if there's ever been ANYTHING you've wanted to
try and haven't, tonight's the night to try it."
      He was staring at me, waiting for my reaction, and the way he was
looking at me, as well as the way he'd stressed `anything' made me wonder
if he was trying to send me a message.
      Between my mom and my ex, I'd gotten in the habit of straightening up
after myself so having guests at my place wasn't a problem. And I had a
King-sized bed, so there was definitely room for all three of us. But the
idea of having sex in front of someone - even a friend like Gene had become
- seemed . . . well . . . strange at best. Yet the thought of watching Gene
in action . . . maybe I'd learn something.
      And maybe Gene realized I was going to need some help. "Between
talking and finishing half a drink, we've got time for another quick one."
Then he turned to the girl behind the bar and ordered two drinks and told
her to make them doubles." Then he told me, "I've got a bottle in my trunk,
in case you don't have anything at your place."
      I thought that was good and that I'd probably need it, but I didn't
want to drink so much I couldn't perform in bed. Yet for some reason, I
almost gulped down that double and was finished well before Gene. Gene
still had a swallow left in his glass when Lana returned. Quickly we
decided that all three would ride with me in my car and that later I'd take
Lana home and Gene back to his car. Gene got the bottle from his trunk and
off we went.
      At my apartment, I turned on the lights and that's when I ran out of
ideas, wondering if maybe I shouldn't have even done that. After all, we
were there to have sex and we didn't need the lights on for that. I was
looking for Gene to take the lead and he was making drinks and small
talk. I was nervous, yet anxious for whatever was going to happen to
happen. Finally it was Lana that got things going after we'd all had a
couple of more drinks.
      "I know what he has to give me," Lana told me, indicating Gene, as
she moved to stand in front of me. "But all I know about you is what I felt
through your pants. So let's get `em off."
      As she said it, she was unbuckling my belt and unfastening my
jeans. All I could do was stand there grinning as she stripped me from the
waist down, briefly fondled my cock, and then began unbuttoning my shirt,
telling Gene he should get undressed too. In just a couple of minutes, both
of us were standing naked in my living room, our semi swollen cocks on
display. Maybe it was the drinks that made me stare at Gene's long enough
for him to catch me. I'd never seen another man's cock that wasn't
completely soft except in pictures. I was sure he noticed what I'd been
looking at before I turned the other way. In an effort to ignore Gene, and
to get things moving in a more natural way, I began helping Lana out of her
clothes. In just a moment she was naked and my previous assessment of her
body proved correct. She was gorgeous!
      "Bring your drinks and follow me," she said, heading toward the door
into the bedroom and bathroom.
      I had to laugh. She'd said, "Follow me," and all the while was
pulling us both along like pull-toys, a cock in each hand. The alternative
to not following her was having your dick ripped off.
      The ambient light from the living room, reflected down the short hall
and into the bedroom, gave us enough light to see what we were doing
without feeling like we were on a movie set. While I was concerned about
getting in contact with Gene, I was more interested in pleasing Lana. We
began by placing her on her back in the center of the bed and then Gene and
I each took a side. I was on her right side and quickly, without speaking a
word, we worked out a technique that kept us from butting our heads. When
Gene would go North, I'd go South; or vice versa. Then she told me, "Fuck
me Bobby! Now!" Of course I complied.
      Up to that point, I'd had no problem coming in contact with Gene and
had almost forgotten my apprehension about that. But right after I started
fucking her, she pulled me down to kiss her at the same time. And then
pulled Gene close enough to suck him almost before I could move my head out
of the way. His cock grazed my cheek as it slide between her lips and for
the first time I was watching a blowjob from inches away. A couple of
times, as she sucked Gene's prick, she looked at me and winked. Then she
pulled off him and pointed his cock in my direction, offering it to me.
      I pulled my head back, shook it to indicate no, and was about to tell
her I didn't do that when Gene told me, "Put her on her hands and knees and
fuck her from behind."
      When I had her in position and was back to stroking my dick in and
out of her hot, wet, hole, Gene got in front of her and let her resume
sucking him. I'll have to admit I was pretty inexperienced sexually because
this was the first time I'd ever tried fucking a girl doggy style. Between
the new experience, and watching her blow Gene, I couldn't hold back and
emptied several days load in her. As soon as I was drained and pulled out,
Gene flipped her on her back again and I moved to lie beside her. I was a
little startled when she began to kiss me, thinking I was kissing a woman
that had just sucked my friend's cock. But before I could give that much
thought, I realized Gene was eating her pussy.
      I almost laughed, thinking that Gene was so drunk that he didn't
realize he was lapping up my cum. I was still thinking that and kissing
Lana when I felt his lips on my cock and immediately understood that his
lapping up my cum was no alcohol induced accident. He was ardently going
after the combination of my cum and Lana's pussy juice. By the time he was
satisfied that he'd gotten all there was to get, I was beginning to stiffen
again and . . . enjoy his ministrations. I recalled what he'd said about
trying `anything' and a few more remarks from the last few months made more
sense now. My buddy Gene was bisexual.
      The rest of the evening became a progressively dimming blur. When
Gene moved into position to fuck her, I slid off the bed and after
finishing my drink in one gulp, went to the kitchen to make another, taking
my time and thinking about all that had just happened. When I returned,
Gene was just getting off the bed, having finished for the moment. "Need to
pee," he told her. "Want to try it again?"
      "No," she said, shaking her head, "But save me a little."
      I sat on the side of the bed, wondering if their conversation could
really mean what it sounded like. Before I could reach a conclusion, or ask
Lana, she pulled me toward her. "I'm ready for more," she told me. "How
about you?"
      I was ready. All those thoughts in the kitchen about how good it had
felt and how erotic it was to have Gene clean my cock with his lips and
tongue had brought me back to full erection. My first inclination was to
eat her pussy, but knowing that Gene had just pulled out gave me
pause. Could I eat a pussy that was full of another man's cum as Gene had
done? Well . . . yeah, I could. But should I . . . or would I . . . those
were the real questions. Part of me was saying it wouldn't hurt to try it
and that Gene certainly couldn't make fun of me since he'd done it. Another
part was saying straight guys don't do that and you're supposed to be
straight. But then, I'd always considered Gene to be a straight guy and he
sure didn't act like what I thought a guy would act like if he sucked
cock. And for sure he'd sucked mine.
      Lana must have known what was going through my head because she told
me, "If you're too chicken-shit to eat me, fuck me."  That made my decision
much easier. There was a lot about Lana I liked, even if she was being
awfully promiscuous at the moment. Apparently she wasn't at all bothered by
Gene's earlier actions and if she considered any man that wouldn't eat her
used pussy as `chicken-shit' then I was pretty much out of
excuses. Tentatively at first, I moved down between her legs and began to
lick up the jism oozing out of her slit. I'd be lying if I said I'd never
tasted my own cum a few times over the years and had found the taste to be
neither pleasurable nor objectionable - just different. However the taste
of Gene's, perhaps because of the eroticism of the moment, was much more
flavorful. Within seconds I'd licked up all that had leaked out and was
probing for more, as deep as my tongue could reach. Lana enjoyed my efforts
because I heard her moaning and mutter something to the effect that she
loved a guy that would do that for her. As I continued to lick and nibble
and tongue her twat, I decided that maybe I was the one that had been too
rigid in my thoughts about sex and that from now on I'd be more opened
minded about things, especially when it came to sex. Yet a minute later
that new open-mindedness was put to the test and I failed.
      Gene must not have needed to pee so bad that he had to rush to the
bathroom. While I was busy eating Lana's pussy, he'd gone to the kitchen,
fixed refills for him and Lana, and set the drinks on the
nightstand. Seeing me lapping up his cum, I heard him remark, "Way to go
Bobby boy," before he disappeared to use the toilet. At the same time that
he was draining his bladder, Lana pulled me up over her and as wet as she
was, I was able to enter her without either of us using a hand to guide my
cock. And once again, when Gene joined us, he moved to where Lana could put
his cock in her mouth. As I pounded into Lana, I told myself that if she
offered me his cock again, I'd do it. I'd put it in my mouth and try
sucking it. Filled with all that alcohol induced courage, I could be as
open-minded as anyone. But then I heard him tell her, "There's not much
left," and almost at the same time, saw him begin to piss in her mouth.
      So much for being open-minded, I thought as I watched her swallow the
few squirts of pee left in his bladder. If she got any more out of him when
she began to suck his cock in earnest, I don't know. What I do know is that
I buried my face in the pillow over her shoulder so that I wouldn't have to
make a decision about sucking Gene or kissing her and a short time later,
shot my second load. Then, in a move that was motivated by my urge to get
away from Gene's cock as much as it was a desire to pleasure Lana, I went
down on her again, this time licking up the meager amount of jism of my
second cum of the night. Even that, for me, was a huge change of character.
	I'd been having sex with women for nearly fifteen years, had been
married for six, and had never once considered eating a woman's pussy after
I'd fucked her. This was all far-out stuff for me - things I'd never
thought about doing before. And this business of peeing in Lana's mouth?
Whose idea was that? Was it something she enjoyed and asked Gene to do or
was it another something from Gene's bag of tricks that he'd talked her
into the last time they were together? Remembering Gene's remark back at
"The Tavern" made me think it was his doing.
	And that was about all the remembering I could do. I'd been putting
in ten and twelve hour days all week and had only intended to have a couple
of drinks on Friday night on the way home. I'd gone way past my limit
before meeting Lana, had doubled the consumption of alcohol after that, and
it all took a toll. I vaguely recall Lana saying something about, "My
turn," and leading Gene into the bathroom, and then the curtain dropped.

	As the dawn broke for me Saturday morning, and my senses slowly
checked in to let me know they were beginning to function, I became aware
of three things. My guests from the previous evening were gone, the place
smelled like sex, and dawn for the rest of the world had come earlier. It
was already daylight outside. As I became more awake, I fought desperately
to determine if I'd really fallen asleep after fucking Lana a second time,
or if more had happened that I couldn't remember. I had a vague memory of
someone sucking my cock in the middle of the night or early that
morning. Was it Lana or Gene? More important, had I sucked him? There was a
funny taste in my mouth. Was that from eating out Lana or had Gene cum in
my mouth? Like millions before me, I swore I'd never drink that much again
and at the same time wondered if Gene had left that bottle of vodka and if
I had any tomato juice left to make a Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary or not, I
badly wanted something to drink and got out of bed. After a quick trip to
go pee, rinse out my mouth, and drink a glass of water, I picked up the
three empty glasses from the nightstand and went to the kitchen.
	To my surprise and utter delight, I found a freshly made pot of
coffee with maybe a cup or two gone from it. I decided that was a nice
touch, whether it was Gene or Lana that had made it, and was half-way
through my first cup, sipping it standing naked in the kitchen, when it
occurred to me that neither Gene or Lana had a way to get home. All three
of us had ridden in my car. I was still speculating on whether they'd
walked or called a cab when I heard a key in the front door lock and Gene
walked in.
	"Glad to see you're finally up," he began. As he explained, he
dropped my keys on the table. "Lana needed to get home so she could change
to go see her mom. I used your car. I hope you don't mind. I'm not in any
rush to go get my car so take your time."
	If he noticed I was naked, he didn't mention it and we made small
talk for a bit.
	"Hope I made the coffee the way you like it."
	"Fine," I told him. "I was almost hoping I had everything to make a
Bloody Mary. I feel like hammered shit."
	"Yeah, you sure got hammered last night. We both tried to wake you
this morning but you weren't feeling it."
	Immediately I assumed that was the blow job that I vaguely
recalled. I also assumed that `both' meant they'd taken turns sucking my
cock in hopes of making me stir.
	"Just as well," he added. "Turned out we didn't have time to do
anything anyway. I was hoping to have some more fun with her in the
shower."
	When I'd gone in to pee, I could tell that they'd taken a shower
and I'd thought it had been before they'd left. But if they hadn't had time
to do that before they left, then they must have done it last night. Then I
recalled Lana leading Gene to the shower last night just before I fell
asleep - if I'd fallen asleep. I still wasn't sure if maybe I just couldn't
remember anything past that point.
	"I noticed someone took a shower. I guess that was you two last
night?"
	"Yeah," he said with a smirk. "You might say we took a couple of
showers." When he saw the blank look on my face he said, "One golden, one
regular. Looks like Lana's really getting into that pee play. I got her to
try it last weekend at my place and it turned out it was something she used
to do with a girlfriend in high school. Be prepared. She really likes
you. Must be the way your dick stays hard all the time."
	My mind was in such a fog that I hadn't noticed that our
conversation and the thoughts going through my mind had given me an
erection. I suddenly realized I was standing naked with an almost full hard
on in front of my fully clothed friend. "I, uh, was just about to take a
shower myself," I stammered to explain the nudity. I hadn't a clue as to
how to explain the boner.
	"Good idea. Since I didn't get to take one with Lana, I'll join you
if you don't mind."
	I didn't know what to say. Well that's not true either. I could
say, `yes' or `no.' It was as simple as that. Yet I couldn't bring myself
to tell him, `yes,' sounding like I was encouraging him. And `no' didn't
sound like an option either. Gene had become a good friend, and considering
all that had happened in the last twelve hours, telling him `no' at this
point seemed futile. I'm sure I knew that he had more in mind than taking a
shower. Why else would one man ask to join another that was sexually
aroused? So maybe I wanted something to happen more than I'd admit.
	I'd just gotten the shower water adjusted when Gene slipped into
the tub behind me. I had an urge to turn and look at his cock, wondering if
he'd gotten hard too. By now, having let the cold water run on it briefly,
mine was down quite a bit. But I didn't have the courage and buried my face
in the shower spray, hoping to clear the last of the cobwebs from my
brain. Then, when I turned to reach for the soap, Gene stopped me.
	"I'll do it," he said, showing me the bar of soap in his
hand. "Unless you'd like to see what Lana likes to do?"
	Was I dumb enough to think he was going to do some sort of solo act
and not use me in Lana's stead? Maybe so because I told him, "Show me."
	He put the bar of soap back in the dish on the wall, then reached
over my shoulder to turn off the water at the shower head. I felt his cock
graze my thigh, thought about it grazing my cheek the night before, and
felt my own begin to stiffen again. Then he put both hands on my shoulders
and paused. "Do you remember Lewis, the guy that played third base with us
in high school?"
	I had no idea why he wanted to talk about the good old days at
Whittier High School at that exact moment, but I told him I remembered
Lewis. He was a big kid that was remarkably agile for his size.
	"Do you remember the time in the back of the bus on the way to play
Lanier that he got to talking about guys that could suck their own dicks?
We all said we'd never do that and Lewis had laughed at us, telling us he
bet we'd all try it that night as soon as we got home."
	When he didn't go on, I told him, "Yeah I remember." Then for
whatever reason, admitted, "He was right. I tried it as soon as I got home
that day. I couldn't do it."
	Gene laughed. "He knew us too well. I tried it too and I couldn't
either. But for some reason I decided to tell Lewis about it. He said most
guys couldn't and the only way for guys to get their cocks sucked all the
time was to find a buddy to do it for them. Then he told me he knew a guy
that would do it if I promised not to tell anyone. To make a long story
short, he was talking about himself and we were blow buddies for the next
year and a half. Did you ever suspect that?"
	"No. Not at all. I was really surprised when you sucked me last
night."
	"Well I'm not going to force you or anything. But I really think if
you try it you might enjoy it. In the meantime, let me show you what Lana
enjoys. Get down on your knees."
	I assumed the reason he'd told me that whole story was so I'd know
he wasn't trying to make me suck his cock when he said to get on my
knees. But he'd sure given me reason to think. And what I was thinking
about now that I was kneeling, was now right in front of my face. I'm sure
I must have had some inkling, and maybe some desire, for something like
this to happen when I'd gone along with his idea to shower together. But I
never expected what happened next, even though he'd given me enough clues.
	He had his cock in one hand, manipulating the end, and I was
dividing my attention between that and looking up at Gene for my next
instruction. "Pretend you're Lana for a moment and that you have tits and a
pussy."
	Now I almost laughed. If he wanted me to pretend to be a girl, I
was sure he intended to use me as one. Instead he began to pee on my chest.
	"She like for me to piss on her tits and in her pussy hair," he
told me, lowering his aim so that the flow of pee hit the base of my very
stiff prick. The hot piss seemed to make it get even harder. Then as the
flow began to taper off, he pinched it off and stopped.
	When nothing else happened, I was confused. I looked up at him and
asked, "Is that it?"
	"No," he said softly. "She like for me to finish in her mouth."
	For a moment my ears were ringing, my head was buzzing, and my
whole body felt like it was numb. Then, still looking up at Gene, I opened
my mouth like a baby bird looking to get fed. He started peeing from six
inches away and finished with six inches of cock between my lips. I'm not
sure at what point I went from drinking his pee to sucking his cock, but
what's important is that I didn't stop until he filled my mouth with his
cum a few minutes later. I was now officially a cocksucker!
	That might have been the end of the story, but there were a few
more interesting quirks that are worth mentioning. After a quick shower, we
returned to my bed where Gene gave me the most enthusiastic sucking my cock
had ever received. Then we fixed and ate breakfast in the nude which was
almost a guarantee that we weren't done for the day. That proved true when
I decided to try sucking Gene again while he sat at the table. This time he
gave me some hints on what felt best and how to cover my teeth and how to
fight the gag reflex when his cockhead hit the back of my throat. When Gene
suggested we could do this again any time either of us was horny and hadn't
scored a piece of ass, I didn't jump at the chance, but I did agree to give
it a try. Now that I'd crossed the line, I found it just as exciting to
reach out and fondle Gene's prick as it was to play with a woman's tits. It
was a real thrill for me to have his cock in my hand and he could tell,
making no effort to get dressed until well after lunch.
	The next big surprise came when he dug a slip of paper out of his
pants pocket and handed it to me. "Lana's phone number. She wants you to
call her later, after four, when she gets back from her mom's. For some
reason she really likes your scrawny ass."
	I wasn't skinny nor was Gene fat. But he did have a pretty good
beer gut. "I'm surprised. You seem to be the one that's good at getting the
women."
	He shrugged and told me, "Can't win `em all. I think she doesn't
like the animals at my place."
	I recalled, when we were about to leave "The Tavern" the night
before, that she had remarked about the two legged and four legged animals
at Gene's house. I knew from things he'd said that Gene had a couple of
ferrets and had mentioned having a boa constrictor at one time. Maybe he
still did. I could see where that would make a woman nervous, and me
too. Ferrets are kind of cute, but if I never saw another snake it would be
too soon. "I guess you're the two legged animal huh?"
	He laughed. "Not really. BobbiLou came in while we were there. She
wasn't ready for that."
	Now I was confused. He'd mentioned that he lived closer to town
with a guy named Bobby in a house that had been Bobby's parent's, not far
from where the two of us had gone to high school. And last night Lana had
asked if I was like the other Bobby. "So Bobby Lou is the animal?"
	"Not really. He's lost a lot of weight since the last time you saw
him."
	If that was supposed to help me, it didn't and I'm sure the
confused look on my face conveyed that.
	Gene chuckled. "Okay, let me go back. There's a few things I
haven't told you. Remember at the reunion I said I'd gotten that gash on my
forehead from a jealous woman? I know I told you it was my wife that did it
because she caught me with another woman. Only I didn't tell you the woman
she caught me with was BobbiLou. And remember I told you that Lewis and I
were blow buddies for the last year and a half at Whittier? Well what I
didn't tell you was that after high school, Lewis lost a lot of weight,
started using his full name, Robert Lewis, and when he's dressed as a girl,
he uses the name BobbiLou."
	Then he went on to tell me that right after the reunion he'd moved
into BobbiLou's house and the two had been living together for over two
years. "BobbiLou has been in some kind of a transgendered therapy program,
is living full time as a woman now, and is scheduled to become a woman for
good in another year. I won't have that cute little prickie of hers to suck
on so I'll have to find a new blow buddy." Then he grinned at me. "In case
you're interested that is."
	I looked at the number in my hand from Lana. Then I looked at Gene
standing there naked and how pretty his prick looked, nestled in that
small, trimmed bush of pubic hair and hanging out over his balls. I
wondered which I should choose and then thought about how Gene seemed to go
equally easy in either direction. I'd only sucked Gene two times, but at
that point was sure I wanted to do it again. And at the same time, I was
infatuated with Lana. If Gene could enjoy both, why shouldn't I?
	So I smiled, stepped up closer, and took that pretty prick in my
hand again. "Didn't you say that Lana won't be home until four?"
	He smiled, dropped the pants on the floor, and pulled me down on
the bed with him. I smiled too. We had at least two hours.

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