Date: Tue, 12 Aug 2008 15:05:03 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Rene & Ruth Redecorate My Life, Part One" by Jay Roberts   Bi Enciounters

"Rene and Ruth Redecorate My Life, Part One" by Jay Roberts Bi Encounters


		Oh my, surely there can't be anything in this title
		that might temp any youngsters of less than 18
		to read this rated XXX story, at least not in the
		title, but hidden inside is the awful truth:  a porno
		story, and if that isn't bad enough, it has sex, and
		if that isn't bad enough, sex with males on males.
``		Please save your innocence and come back when
                  you are over 18.


I am Reed Thomas.  I am thirty years old this week.  You've heard the claim
that "I look much younger."  No kidding, I do.  With my dark curly hair and
blue innocent eyes (they lie), I could easily pass for 22.

Okay.  I am young and I blushingly admit that I am handsome as well built.
Add to that, I am a stockbroker with Early-Fitz.  In fact, I am the leading
producing of sales.  Add to that, I get laid a few times a week and twice
on Saturday night.

Oh my goodness!  It is the rollicking life of a bachelor, what with parties
to make the clients happy, as well as Jeff Fitz, my boss, it's fun, fun,
fun.  Is there anything in this mix for me to complain about?  Well, there
is one thing, and you will probably smack me for even mentioning it, but
with my six-figure salary, I am still living like a college boy in a bad
neighborhood, in a cramped studio.  When the time I loaned my door key to
Jeff to take a hot girl up to my place turned out to be a shock for him.
"It's a rat hole!  A guy in your position should be ashamed."

I told him that I practically never take girls up there.  "It's their place
or a hotel."

He dismissed my excuse with a shrug and rifled around in his six-foot desk,
in his 40 square foot office.  "Here it is, Rene & Ruth, Interior
Designers.  These two honeys are geniuses.  They can find you the place and
then outfit it with more ‚lan that you could ever summon up.  And, get
yourself some decent clothes.  You're a disaster."

So you see, success brings new requirements.  I was glad he didn't say
anything about my old brown, scuffed shoes, or my oxford blue shirt I have
worn since 18 with the elbows patched.

I phoned these paragons of class.  Whoa, she had the kind of voice that
raises my interest and my cock.  It was husky and dark and wet.  "Yes Reed,
Jeff told me to expect your call, Rene and I are ready to come up when you
tell us a time and day."

Our first "rough" (as she referred to it.  I'm ready rough.) go over.  The
appointment was here in my hovel (we want to see you in your lair) at 8PM,
next day.

At exactly 8PM the next day, there was a knock on the door.  They tumbled
in, breathless, as all my guests are having climbed four flights.

My mouth gaped at their appearance.  They looked more like brother and
sister, even twins, except they were husband and wife.  This was not a case
of getting to look like each other from living together.  No, they told me
that they had been married only a year ago.  They were short, perhaps five
feet plus an inch...maybe.  They shared elfin features, almost like those
Johnson Syndrome kids, you know large smiling mouths, Charlie McCarthy
turned up noses, but their voices didn't go with their childlike
appearance.  As I said earlier, hers was smoky.  His was bassy.  In fact,
when he spoke, my chest seemed to set up sympathetic vibrations.

They were dressed similarly, black tight trousers, white silk shirts and
shiny pattern leather shoes, hers with high heels.

"May we sit down?"  That was his voice.  Neither actually greeted me, so I
went from one to the other shaking hands.  Their hands were small...and
cold.

She opened a large portfolio.  "To save time, let me say that with Jeff's
help and some investigation, we have a pretty detailed picture of you and
your life.  I would sum you up as a pleasant boy, rather bland, not bad
looking, if you go for the boy-next-door type, and agreeable, but the
kicker in the glass of champagne is that you are a great lover.  We got
this from discrete inquiries at Legends Bar, from the ladies who drink
there.  This knowledge about you is the reason you are so successful in
hooking up with girls.  It isn't your boyish charm, but your boyish cock,
and the way you use it that gets them off with certainty.  How did you
learn this trick?"

"I, um, I don't have any special knowledge.  I guess it's just pretty thick
and that...maybe..."

"Okay Reed," said Rene, "Ruth will let up on you, at least for awhile."

He stared at me intently.  "Hmm, nice face, good skin, the curls have to be
tamed and...are you hairy on your body?"

I felt I was being questioned by a doctor.  "Well I have a light amount on
my chest.  My legs and arms are covered with fine hair and of course the
usual other places."

Ruth cooed.  "No more of those questions.  We'll see for ourselves soon.
Now look at these sketches.  Jeff has already seen them and he is
enthusiastic.  We see you are a bit colorless, so to make you appear
vibrant in your home setting, we have designed gray, black and white for
the colors.  Walls gray paper with nap, floors checkerboard black and white
with black fuzzy throw rugs, couches of gray wool with cushions, with bold
patterns in black and white.  You know, black is the new, er,,,"

Rene rumpled with a smile, "Black!"

Rene said, "Wait until you see the apartment we have found for you.  Of
course you have the last word.  It runs about $3500 per month.  We know you
can handle that.  Yeah, you earn over hundred, but you will be doubling
that in a year or so..."

"And your private investment portfolio," that was Ruth speaking.  "You sly
puss, it is at a mil and a half and growing.  This apartment is well within
your means now.  Later you may want to splurge for a condo or coop."

My head was whirling.  I was always conservative.  I could see that these
elves, these gamins would see that I spend my old age in penury.  But it
felt good to spend with a what the hell attitude.

Rene was saying, "I have to go and check out the apartment.  The former
tenants have left and I can take my time.  Incidentally, it is not large.
There are three bedrooms and two baths.  Living room and dining room
combination, but that is large.  I believe one bedroom, the smaller one
could be your computer and music room.  (I heard you play classical
guitar.)  One bedroom for guests, and you'll have plenty.  The other one
for you, done very masculine.  You'll get a hard on just sleeping in it."

He waved goodbye and left.  I locked the door.  Why?  I don't know.  Just a
habit when a girl was there.  Cutey Ruth was mixing cocktails in the part
of the room designated as a kitchen.  "Martinis?"  I said yes because that
was the only stuff I had.

She came out, or rather oozed out.  She had opened three buttons on her
blouse and held a drink in each hand.  "This one's yours."

Now why didn't I take the other one, like they do in murder stories?  I am
so dumb.  Anyway we sipped our drinks.  It was mixed well, and then a
strange thing happened.  It was like the film in a movie suddenly speeded
up in parts, then slowed down.  In this case, when it returned to normal, I
was on my back, naked, and Ruth's sweet baby legs were on each side of my
cheeks (face cheeks, that is.)  Her pussy was hovering just above my mouth
and my tongue was sticking out and approaching her labia. She was moaning
in advance.

Now a moment to instruct: I am the best cunt licker you will ever find.
This isn't boasting.  It's something you are born with.  I can get a girl
off faster than a vibrator.  How?  What's the trick?  I'll tell you, but
don't let it get around too much, otherwise I'll loose my monopoly.  The
secret is not to do what most guys do, make their tongue, a muscle, into a
small prick and jab it at the tiny penis like structure just inside those
luscious lips.  No, you must lap.  Lap like a cat drinking milk.  And the
lapping has to the maddeningly rhythmic.  Lap, lap, lap.  If necessary for
a long time.  She will find immediately that she trusts your tongue and
allows herself to start on a long pleasant trip with a destination that is
paradise.  She will feel comfortable enough to make sounds, and when the
moment comes...well, let's get back to Ruth.

Ruth's cunt tasted like earthy honey.  My tongue is long and it is just
inside, seeking that tiny erectile bump that will open up, and out will
come the little rod.  She was already making humming sounds, a good sign.
As my tongue gently began it's soft travel up and down, her murmuring
changes to soft vocalized ah's.  If you listen to the pitch, you can tell
which action you take has the greatest effect.  The sounds will go higher
if you on the right track.  They will gradually get louder as the train is
close to the station.  The station is orgasm.  She was now moaning in
pleasure.  I was with her all the way.  As her pleasure increased, my body
followed along.  If you think giving a girl head is a one-sided thing, you
will never succeed Right now my cock was buzzing and I was breathing hard.
Suddenly, all my good work has come to fruition, she squeaks many times,
her legs press almost painfully against my ears, her body makes light
pumping motions and sweat breaks out on her upper legs and breasts.  She
has arrived at the station.  She is in full orgasm.  Your tongue is the
most beloved object on Earth.  You fight not to cum yourself.

Then that damn movie skidded and began again.  It was dark now.  Hours must
have passed.  What was in that drink?

I love giving head.  This was one of the best times I ever had.

Suddenly, someone must have turned on the lights in the room.  I was still
naked and below me was cute Ruth, her small, perfect, pouty breasts
yearning to be fondled...or licked.  I was still in a suspended pitch of
sexual need.  I softly flicked her nipples.  Ruthie liked it.  She found
her song again and was humming it tunelessly.  A gentle squeeze on each
breast was accepted enthusiastically.  To reward me, or to satisfy her
yearning, she reached down and took my large penis in her hand and steered
it into her pier for large ships.  I slipped in rubbing against the
corrugated sides of her vagina.  That was nice.  She thought so too,
because her legs began trembling.

My fuck trick is to make my mind think that I have no appointment.  There
is no rush.  Luxuriate in the fuck.  Slide in and out, in and out, no
banging against bone.  As she steps daintily along the path to a crashing
cum, you do nothing to make her lose her way.  As she begins to push
against you harder, her body is telling you to fuck harder.  Well the whole
thing was going nicely.  I'd say Ruth was about half way to heaven when
something strange happened.  Something new.  It was happening to me.  It
felt so good I was in no mood to complain.

I heard a soft baritone murmur behind my ass; the ass that was easily
accessible as I fucked.  The party behind me, Rene of course, was there.  I
backward glance saw that he was naked.  I guess he slipped in quietly, back
from his errand, undressed and got to work driving me crazy with sensation.

The boy/man knew his job.  That wet, hot, pulsing tongue was sliding in and
out of my ass hole.  Was I getting fucked by that tongue?  No doubt, but a
forgot all about gay or not gay, I just loved every minute.  I pushed my
needy ass back to get more, then I had to shove it forward keep Ruth happy.
I wasn't complaining about this job.  My cock was tingling.  I was near
cumming from her delicious cunt and behind me, the expert tongue-fucker was
assaulting my prostate.

But pig that I am, I wanted more.  He knew it.  He was an experienced male
virgin deflowerer.  He slapped one of my toned ass cheeks.  He hit it hard.
"You want my cock in you?" he rumbled, out of breath, himself.

"Do it, you fucking hot redecorator.  Redo my ass and get to it now, before
I go crazy."

He laughed out loud, a kind of operatic laugh.  HO HO HO.  In a moment his
prick was traveling up my chute.  My ass hole was spinning, my hot button
was sending urgent messages to my cock.  I couldn't hold on.  I stiffened
and shouted, my cock became a fire hose.  I sprayed hot lava inside Ruth's
cooch.  She felt it and howled a loud cum song.  Her ass wiggled up and
down as she was off into her wild orgasm.  Rene felt my ass ring vibrating
and that was all it took.  His cock grew twice the size, at least the head
did, and he unloaded about a quart of high grade A cream in me.

Then came that film skip again.  I was dressed in my grungy clothes and
sucking on a cigarette.  How did I get like that? My old worn couch felt
like familiar territory, but the rest was fantastical.  The two chatted
with me, la-de-dah, like nothing had occurred.  Maybe I dreamed it.  But
no, my balls were feeling drained.  That was no dream.

"Shall we taxi over to your new apartment?" Ruth said sweetly, as Rene
helped her on with her wrap.  Wrap?  Shit, I'm talking like they do.  Will
shoes be footwear and pants, trousers?  Will I have to lift my pinky when I
drink beer?

End Part One

In Part Two you will get a peek into the new life designed for our hero.