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For a short time while I was stationed in England, I had rented a flat off-base. This was mostly for privacy to do what I wanted and have friends overnight if I chose to do so. One of my buddies in my unit had confided in me that he was Bi, which he must have noticed in me as well, which explains why he came out to me. This was long before it was “legal” to be LGBT in the military, which was what made it such a big deal, and another reason that I wanted a flat off base rather than the “dorms” on base.
The flat was really a converted attic over a garage with the shower, toilet and kitchenette on the ground floor and the main living area in the converted attic. There was a picture window on the north side wall and a smaller, regular window on the south side wall. Just the perfect size for a single person.

My buddy was Joe and he was a big burley dude, very hairy, which is not my normal type, just over six feet tall and dwarfed me, at five foot six and a hundred thirty pounds. I was an almost feminine build (for a guy) compared to him, but he was a friend and we respected, liked and trusted each other.
One day, after duty hours, we had been hanging out and talking over our evening meal in the base mess hall, I had mentioned that I had just gotten a small studio off base and he should come over sometime for dinner or whatever. He smiled at that and said, “I like the ‘whatever’ idea, but yeah, dinner could be great”.
I said, “There’s a pub just about a mile from my place, so we could go there for drinks after dinner, if you want to.”

“Yeah, we could do that. We’ll see how it goes.”

“Great. So Friday evening about seven?”

“Sure, but how about we just go out for drinks, so eat first and I’ll pick you up.”

“Sounds like a plan. Seven, at my place.” I gave him the address and directions.
We finished dinner and went back to our own places.

Friday night came and I went home, had supper and got showered and ready for tonight. I know what we had discussed for our plans, but it had come to my mind that I was horned up and knew what I wanted.
I dried myself off after my shower, brushed my hair and dug out what I wanted to wear. It was a sweatshirt that had belonged to my Uncle, that he had gotten in Vietnam and it fit me more like a mini dress than a sweatshirt. I thought of how perfect it would be, so I threw it on, lit a few candles in the main area of the flat, turned on the BBC for some music and waited for seven.

Right on schedule, Joe showed up and knocked on the door. I walked downstairs wearing the sweatshirt and nothing else, smiling as I greeted him at the door.
“You must be Mister Smith. I was told to expect you and to take very good care of you.”

He looked a little confused as he was a little slow on catching up.
I continued, “Please come in. Let me show you around and make you comfortable. I’m Toni and I am hoping to make your evening memorable.” As he came inside, and I closed the door behind him. Then I squeezed past him, rubbing my ass against his hip. “Please, follow me.” And I gave him the ‘grand tour’ which was very short.
As I led the way, I began walking up the stairs and he could see that I was wearing nothing under the dress-like shirt while I continued, “My bosses said that you are a very special client and that I should give you extra attention. Would you like that, Mister Smith?” I reached the top of the stairs, talking a couple of steps in before turning around, looking at him.

The lights in his head finally came on as he noticed the low lights and music softly playing.

Joe looked at me, smiling back. “I would like that, very much… Toni.” And he closed with me, wrapped his arms around me and bent down to kiss me.
Our lips met and parted and his tongue danced with mine as we made out like teenagers. After a few minutes of that, he reached down, grabbed me by the ass and lifted me up to carry to the sofa bed as I wrapped my legs around his body.
We reached the sofa bed and he gently lowered me down, sitting us both down. “So you are supposed to take good care of me, huh?”

“Yes. Whatever you want, within limits, of course.”, I said with a flirty smile.

Joe gave me a big, sly grin. “Well, this has been a very good start, so let’s just keep going and see what happens, okay?”

I smiled at him again and said, “We can do that. What would you like to start with?”

He sat back and said, “How about something to drink to start with?”

I got up and went downstairs to the fridge, bringing back a couple of beers, having opened them before bringing them to him. I gave him his and he said, “Come. Sit on my lap.”

I slinked onto his lap, sideways, so as to be able to put my arms around him when I could.

He raised his bottle. “To good times.” We clinked bottles and took a drink. Then he pulled me close and kissed me again.

When we came up for air, I looked at him and said, “One of us is a bit overdressed” as I set my beer down and started to unbutton his shirt, kissing his neck and chest, working my way down to undo his belt and help him out of his pants.
Turns out that Joe is a boxers kind of guy. His cock was big, but not too big to handle, and was pushing its way out of the slit in front. He didn’t even get a chance to take his shoes off or get his pants completely off before I was licking and sucking his growing rod.

After he was fully hard, he pulled me up to sit on his lap again, like I had before, but this time, his cock was out and poking up between my thighs and against my balls as we kissed again. He laid me down on the sofa bed, kicked off his shoes and worked his pants off the rest of the way as he finished pulling his shirt off.

We were both rock hard and he bent down taking my cock in his mouth and delivering a really nice blow job. But that was not what I wanted. Not yet, at least.

I said, “Baby, how about you grab the lube over there.” Indicating the nearby table, “I want you inside me, filling me up.”

He got up, grabbed the tube of lube and squirted some into my ass and coated his cock, then I spread my legs and raised my hips. He grabbed my ankles while I reached down and guided his dick into my hot, waiting hole.
Once the head was in, he slowly filled me up, looking into my eyes as he did so. I gasped in extasy and moaned as he finally filled me to the hilt.
He moved slowly at first, making me moan in pleasure as I wrapped my legs around his hips while he sped up the pace. Once he was going at a good speed, I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, pulling myself up a little, bending enough to take one of his nipples into my mouth, suckling him. That was his turn to moan and when I stopped, he bent down to suck my nipples as he fucked my hot tight ass. That sent me over the top and between that, his pounding of my hungry hole and his stomach rubbing along my own cock as he fucked me, I shot my load with a loud, moaning scream of “Oh my god, Mr. Smith!! You are amazing” just before quickly kissing him as my ass spasmed on his cock, bringing him to his climax.

His load filled me up like none of my previous lovers and I kept kissing him as his throbbing cock filling me extended my own orgasm. When we finally both calmed down, we just laid there for a few minutes before he rolled us over so that he was on the bottom. He just lay there with me on top of him and as I started to get up, he grabbed me and held me to him. He had one arm around my waist and the other was behind my head, holding me lightly to his chest while we regained our breath.

A short while later, his big rod had gone soft and slipped out of me with a light ‘pop’. I lifted my head and looked at him. He looked at me, took me by the back of my head and drew us together for another long, passionate kiss.

Joe looked at me and said, “Toni, you have definitely made my evening memorable. I will make sure that your bosses are aware of that.”

“Why thank you, Mister Smith. Perhaps we should get cleaned up.” And I slowly and carefully got off of Joe with my ass clenched to prevent drippage of his big load of cum while I went to the bathroom and then grabbed a couple of small towels and a washcloth, wiping us both up and drying us both off. Joe’s cock got hard again when I washed his cock and dried him off.

“It looks like we are going to make it even more memorable.” I said, looking at him with a smile as we closed our eyes and went to sleep.

In the morning, we were spooned up against each other with his cock nestled between my ass cheeks. I wasn’t sure if he was awake yet, or not, but I was not going to let that stop me from getting some morning fun in.
I started wiggling my ass against him making his cock get harder as he moaned in pleasure, seeming to wake up slowly. I reached down and placed his hardon against my tight little hole and pushed against it, bringing him into me, sliding down until he was buried all the way in me.

Once he was buried in my welcoming hole, I started to wiggle my ass causing his cock to slide in and out of me a little bit.
I felt his arms tighten around me and he started to pump in and out on his own as he slid his arm down to my hips, taking control of the fucking that he was now giving to me on his own.

Without pulling out, he rolled us over so that he was still fucking me from behind and I opened my legs to make it easier for him. He raised up, pulling me with him, bringing me up so that we were in the doggy position; doing it without slipping out of me or missing a single stroke. Finally, he shot his load into me, collapsing on top of me and then rolling us back onto our side, still joined together.

Joe then put his lips next to my ear, gently kissed it and said, “That was an amazing night and an even better wake up call… Toni.” as he wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly.

When I met up with Nick, he mentioned that he saw my bike over at The Copa the night before and he saw who was with me. I asked him how he would have seen something like that and he said that it was because he had been there himself when I arrived.

“Oh really?” I said, noticing a growing bulge in his pants.

“Yeah. Why don’t we go to my place and talk about it?”

“Okay. I guess we can hunt poon anytime.”

So we went back to his place. When we got there, he got us something to drink and we sat down on the sofa.
I started things off.

“So you saw me at The Copa with my little friend. What were you doing there?”

“Just hangin out and checkin the scene. It was…different.”

I moved closer to him. “And did you like what you saw there? The scene and all?” He was really buff, smooth and I had fantasized about how his cock looked and felt a number of times. Now I felt that I was getting real close to finding out.

“The scene? Yeah; And all, too. I just never figured you would be there.”

“Well, this isn’t exactly something that we want to advertise, now. Is it? After all; we party with the Oh Ells and we don’t want them to know that they have any Bi guys riding and partying with them. We’d get our asses kicked. Maybe even killed and left out off The Alley somewhere.”

“That wouldn’t be good. We’ll just have to hang tight on this one if we wanna stay safe from that.”

“So what were you doin there? I mean you have Sonya to come home to. All I got is an empty place.” I moved a little closer.

“Looking for an extra playmate. I saw what you were doing there. Or rather, who.”

“Well, I wasn’t doing him there.”

“Maybe, but then you were heading that way.”

“True. Are we heading that way now?” I said as I got even closer and put my glass on the table.

“If you want to.”

He leaned a little closer to me.

“I wouldn’t turn you down if you wanted a little mutual fun.”

I moved closer still.

“And if I didn’t?” he said in an almost whisper.

I whispered, “Then I would respect that. You know that’s the way I am.”

I leaned in to him and our lips met. The kiss was electric. Passionate. I hadn’t ever had that kind of passion from any of my male lovers before or since. It was as if the energy that we were sharing was so powerful that it was almost too much to control.

We broke from the kiss and Nick said that we should go to the bedroom.

“What about Sonya?”

“She’s gone till later this afternoon. Shopping with her Mom.”

“Okay. Let’s get naked. I want that cock of yours.”

“Oh, you’ll get it all right. But I want to play with yours too.”

We got naked and started stroking each other’s cocks. I was stroking his cock and began sucking on his nipples; one after the other. He held my face to his chest as I sucked them in turn, then I began working my way to his very suckable, cut cock.

I licked up and down the shaft, slowly since I wanted to enjoy this cock that I had fantasized about so often.

I licked his balls and around his hard shaft, then back down to his ass, while he grabbed my ass and played with my nipples with one hand and stroked my cock with the other as he licked it up and down it’s length.

After a few minutes of this, we were already in a 69 and so we just began bobbing on each other’s cocks. I was in heaven as we sucked each other closer and closer to orgasm.

As we got each other close to Cuming, he stopped sucking me and got up.

“Come on. Let’s take this into the bedroom.”

So I got up and followed him into the bedroom and sat down on the bed, reclining back and looking at him, “Is this better?” I said.

“Almost. Get the rest of your clothes off.”

I did and so did Nick, then I lay down on the bed. He went over to the nightstand and got some lube out and began putting some on his cock. I looked at him stroking his dick and I licked my lips as he came over to me and put my legs in the air and began to lube up my ass.

Then he put his cock at the entrance of my asshole and began sliding into me. Damn he felt good. I wrapped my legs around him and began pulling him deeper into me. Once he was all the way in and I was adjusted to his cock in me, he began fucking me hard and kissing me.

It wasn’t long before he started to cum in me and it was great. But he kept stroking in and out of me, rubbing his body against my cock till I started to cum, moaning into his mouth as I shot my load. And that’s when we heard Sonya.

“Don’t wear yourselves out yet, boys. Save some for me.”

We both looked at her and I was in shock a little. I looked at her, then at Nick; he was smiling at me.

I said to Nick, “You knew about this?”

“Yeah, but It was worth it to see your face. Let’s wash up and then Sonya can join in.”

“Okay, but she has to help us get cleaned up.”

“Sure, but let me get naked before you boys get into the shower.”

She dropped her clothes and came over to us. “Let’s get wet.” She said.

The shower was a lot of fun; Taking turns scrubbing each other, rubbing all over each other, and drying off was just as much fun.

Afterward, we got back into bed, with Sonya this time, and Nick and I teamed up on her, licking her nipples and working our way down to her pussy, which was now soaking wet from all the attention that she was getting.

Nick was tongue-fucking her while I was licking her clit. Nick would pause every couple of minutes to lick her clit with me and that drove her crazy. Finally, we both focused on her clit together and that was all she could take.

Soon enough, she started screaming and cumming all over our mouths.

After she calmed down a bit, I rolled her over me in a sixty-nine as Nick got behind her to fuck her as I started licking her pussy again. From time to time, I would lick Nick’s balls as he slowly stroked her hot hole and every few strokes, he would pull out of her and slide his sweet cock into my mouth.

The feeling of getting attention at both ends was wonderful and I never wanted it to stop, but soon Nick started to Cum as he was fucking Sonya and he pulled out of her to give me the last drops of his cum.

I started cumming into Sonya’s mouth and after she swallowed a bit of my cum, she squeezed my cock to keep from spurting all over so that Nick could come around to finish swallowing the rest of my cum.

We all finished in a sexy 3-way kiss, sharing our cum between us. Well, that got Nick and I both hard again and Sonya suggested that we sandwich her, so I laid down on the bed and she got over me while Nick greased up his cock and her asshole. As I slid into her pussy, Nick slid into her ass and I could feel his cock inside of her as we both fucked her. Damn, she was tight.

I was the first to cum and Sonya started as I was finishing, but she didn’t get off of me. Instead, Nick pulled out of her and she raised my legs into the air and Nick slid a pillow under my hips. I knew what was coming up and I let out a low groan as Nick greased up my ass and then his cock again.

He slid his cock into my ass and I felt that warm, familiar feeling as my ass filled up with hot cock. Only this time, my cock was also encased in a hot pussy. As soon as he started stroking my asshole with his cock, mine got hard as a rock and Sonya started riding me for all she was worth.

I could feel my orgasm build as Nick and Sonya both started to cum again. But this time it was Nick’s orgasm; his hot sperm filling my ass that set me off.

Afterward, we all lay there catching our breath and we realized that it was almost dinnertime. We all showered and then took off on a dinner ride. It was the end of a very good day for all of us.

Being Bi is not something you let be known when you are a male biker hanging out with guys that party with the Outlaws and other one-percenter clubs. But, Bi I am and have been for my whole life, so I’ve learned when and where to let the secret out.

The club I was riding with at that time would do all of the usual poker runs as well as the weekly Friday night dinner rides; and the dinner rides usually were the most fun for me, just because it got me out of the house and hanging with my friends for an evening.

This one particular evening, we ended up at one of the local Chinese restaurants for dinner and we had a great time, as usual, just hanging out, eating and gabbing.

During the course of the evening, I had noticed that there were a couple of the busboys that I found to be very attractive as I was sneaking looks their way. There was one busboy in particular that I felt was so sexy that I got a hard-on from looking at him. He was about 5 feet tall, a little shorter than me, slender with features that were almost, but not quite, feminine.

I had noticed him looking our way (at me?) a lot over the course of the evening. By now, my erection was enough of a problem that I had to excuse myself from the group and went to the bathroom to try to get my bulge to deflate enough to not be a noticeable problem.

Once out of sight of everyone, I went down the corridor toward the bathroom when I ran, almost literally, into my sexy busboy.

He immediately excused himself for almost running me down and I noticed that his gaze lingered on me afterwards. I decided then and there to just come right out and talk to him and see if he was as interested in me as I was in him.

“Listen. I saw you looking at us over there and I was wondering if maybe you might want to go riding with me after you get off work?” Okay, it was lame, but I really wasn’t used to picking up guys.

“I was looking at you, but I don’t have motorcycle.”

“I do.” I said.

He looked into my eyes and said, “You asking me what I think you asking me?”

“I am asking if you want to go on a date with me after you get off work. Tonight.”

“Your friends know this about you?”

“No. And I would prefer that it stayed that way if you get what I mean.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, you understand or yes, you will go out with me?”

“I go out with you. Tonight. I also understand.”

“Good. What time do you get off?”

“Soon. Eleven.”

“Good. What’s your name? Mine is Chris.”

“I am Lu.”

“I’ll be waiting outside when you get done, Lu.”

I went back to the table and finished dinner while he went about finishing his work.

As the night drew to a close, the club was all leaving in small groups, singles and pairs until my riding buddy, Nick and I were the last ones there.

Nick said “I’m heading out to the Strip. Wanna come?”

“Naw. Just gonna finish my dessert and head home, I think.” I lied.

“Okay. Just don’t forget about tomorrow.”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll be there. If the weather holds, it will be a target rich environment”

“Damn straight. I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

“Later, man.”

With that, he headed out the door.

I finished eating in silence, checking out all of the waiters, waitresses and, of course, Lu. When I finished, I paid my bill and went outside and waited. Right on time, Lu came out from work. He looked at the bike as he walked out and started to get a look on his face that made me think that he was getting second thoughts about our impromptu date.

“You’re not changing your mind, are you?”

“No. I just never ride on motorcycle before.”

I grinned at that and said, “Don’t worry. Just do what I tell you and you’ll be fine. Besides, I never crash with passengers aboard.”

He looked at me and said, “First time for everything.”

I smiled at that and said “Not tonight, though. So where would you like me to take you?”

“I not so smart about what is here to do. Maybe you choose?”

“Okay. I know a place that we can go to start with.”

I gave him the dos and don’ts about riding with me and we mounted up and rode off. I did know the perfect place and so we went to a place called The Copa. It was a big gay/lesbian, bisexual, crossdresser and transgender hangout with a lot of music, four bars and a big dance floor. He was quite impressed by the place.

We parked the bike and went in, got something to drink and sat down in one of the outside bar areas to talk for a bit. I found out that he had only been in the country for a couple of years and had just moved to the area a few months earlier.

After a bit of talking and a couple of drinks, I asked if he liked to dance and he said that he wasn’t very good at it, but was willing to try it. I told him that I was pretty awful, but was willing to try as well. As we got up to the dance floor, the music changed to something slow. We looked at each other, I shrugged, took his hand and we went out to dance.

He wrapped his arms around me and melted into me while we danced. After a couple of minutes he looked up at me with eyes that were gentle and submissive, so I kissed him.

We danced and kissed till the song started to speed up again and I walked him off the floor and said, “let’s go back to your place.”

He agreed and we went to his place. It was a nice little studio semi-attached to his landlord’s house. We went in and he offered me a soda, which I took, and he sat down next to me on his bed.

Without a word, he began pulling my shirt off, kissing me everywhere that my skin became exposed. After my shirt was off, he got onto the floor and took my boots and socks off, kissing and licking my feet very gently. That was a new experience for me. Then he began working my pants off of me, kissing my legs as he undressed me.

As suddenly as he had begun, he stopped and undressed himself.

It dawned on me, as he stood there, naked, staring at my now rigid cock, how feminine in build and manner he was. Maybe that was the attraction that I felt, but it didn’t really matter to me. He had me hot and ready and I wanted to play with him as badly as he wanted to play with me.

His cock wasn’t quite as big as mine, but it was of a good enough size that I liked it.

“Come here, Lu.”

He lay down next to me and began kissing me again, kissing and licking his way down to my nipples, licking and sucking each one in turn before working his way to my hard cock, which he licked around, sucking my balls gently into his mouth before licking my cock like a popsicle; up and down the length, gently nibbling the shaft then swallowing my cock whole down his throat.

I turned us so that I could get my lips around his cock and began sucking him with more zeal than I have had with any of my male lovers before or since. We sucked each other like that for a while until I felt like I was going to cum. I knew that he was close as well from the way he was moaning on my cock. I began to cum in his mouth, moaning on his cock the whole time as he swallowed my load. Then I felt him moaning harder on my cock as his cock swelled and he shot his load into my throat. I swallowed it all, reveling in the taste of his cum and sucking him dry.

He pulled off of me and turned around to curl up next to me, holding my now soft cock in his hands, kissing my chest, nipples and neck. A few minutes of this and I was hard again and he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed some lube.

He put some on his hand and continued stroking my cock. With his other hand he squirted some lube into his ass and then he put the lube on the nightstand and kneeled over my cock, aiming it at his ass. God he was tight. Slowly, he slid down on my cock and let it fill him up, saying all the time how big I was. He stayed very still while his ass adjusted to me and then, after a minute, he sat upright and began pumping his tight little ass up and down on me. I reached up and played with his nipples and his cock, which was getting hard again.

I couldn’t take it any more, so I rolled us over so that he was on his back, with his legs in the air and I began to really fuck him. He wrapped his legs around me and was fucking me back, rubbing his cock between us and moaning something in Thai that I didn’t understand.

I felt my cock swell and began to come as I felt his cock swell and shoot between us. I rolled us over again so that he was on top again and he just laid there, his legs on either side of me, laying on me with his head on my chest.

“I never had American man before. You very good.” he whispered.

“Thank you. I’ve never had a Thai man before. You are very enthusiastic.”

“You nice to me and I wanted to have good time with you.”

“Well, we definitely had that”

“I clean up now. Stay here”

With that, he kissed me like we had been lovers for years, got off of me and went into the bathroom. I heard the water running and then he came out with a bowl and a washcloth. He cleaned me up and then cleaned himself up before returning the cloth and bowl to the bathroom and coming back to the bed.

I started to get up to get dressed and he said “You not stay?”

“I thought….”

“No. You stay tonight.” He said and looked at me with sad, gentle eyes. How could I say no? So I lay back down, he crawled into bed with me and curled up on me and we went to sleep.

In the morning we woke up, had round three, showered, said good by and I went off to meet my buddy Nick.

(to be continued)

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Saturday morning found the two of us outside and hanging out with some of the guys and we were quick to share with them what we had taken all night to figure out: We weren't having a lot of fun doing it because we were doing it too much - and I could see "light bulbs" firing up over the other guys' heads. We sat and talked about it for a long time and came to a group decision that not doing it, well, that wasn't the answer but not thinking about it being too much and remembering that it was big time fun for us to be doing it was the answer.

The six of us literally ran to the closest hideout... so we could spend a lot of time doing it to each other... and it was once more the great thrill we knew it to be... but the mystery of that week would plague me at times when I was much older. Indeed, I had been with a guy and we were talking about if there was such a thing as too much dick; I told him about that crazy week and while he hadn't been into dick as a youth, he recalled being in college and having sex with his roommate... and having that same weird sense when there was nothing else to do but to fuck... but it wasn't as much fun as it formerly was.

I'd eventually come to the conclusion that it's better to have too much dick than it is to not get any dick at all... but the younger version of myself had to experience what it was like to have too much to be able to appreciate what it was like to be able to have sex this way to begin with.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]It's now one in the morning; we're still wide awake and listening to the ongoing card game and learning some new cuss words. We're just lying in bed together when he rolled over to look at me and asked, "Are we doing it too much?"

His question made perfectly good sense! The thing that made this week so... bad was because all of us were doing it it several times a day, every cotton-picking day! How did I miss something so obvious? Oh, that's right - I missed it because I was too busy doing it and wondering why it wasn't the fun it usually was.

"I think you're right," I said; I could feel my whole mindset feeling better about it as his question kept bouncing around in my head and I was thinking about the time I heard a couple of grown-up men complaining about their women not wanting to do it and the men telling them that there was no such thing as too much dick.

Um, apparently, there was such a thing... and me and my horny friends had somehow found ourselves right in the middle of this. To me, once my mind had put all of this together - and I think his mind had as well - I had that great urge and excitement for us to do it again and the thrill of it all came rushing back for both of us. We went at each other again and with the familiar energy that had been missing all week long.

And, after we were done, we both fell asleep.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]His parents had sent us to his room around 8pm to get us out of their way so they could play [/SIZE][/FONT][FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Pinochle and we both knew that we would have a whole lot of time to ourselves without them checking on us. We were looking forward to it... and not so much; we hadn't been in his room a good two minutes when he said, "We might as well just go ahead and do it..."

It was so routine; take turns sucking each other off then taking turns fucking each other. Clean up. Repeat. I was actually looking at my trusty Timex and saw it was just after midnight... while he was fucking me just the way he was doing it told me that he wasn't all that into it... but it had been that way since we got started and the mood was so funky that neither of us cared if we got caught doing it to each other. He finally shot his jizz in me, rolled off of me and lay down so I could fuck him and it was so much like being on autopilot and doing it just because it had to be done.

Making the whole thing worst was neither of us were sleepy, leaving us with only two options: Stay awake and be totally bored out of our minds... or keep doing it to each other until we finally wore each other out and went to sleep... and that just didn't happen.

"Why isn't this fun?" he had asked me after we cleaned up again.

"I don't know," I said as we lay next to each other and not even bothering to pull the sheet over us and even the thought of one of his parents coming into his room and seeing us both naked on the bed didn't instill the usual fear we all had about getting caught in myself or him.

"It's still good, ain't it?" he asked.

"Yeah, but, I dunno," I said and that I didn't know really bothered me. I had heard that some of the guys who were in our gang wasn't doing it any more; I had also overhead some grown-ups talking about boys doing it to boys and that they'd eventually get tired of it and just stop doing it - that usually sparked a heated debate and so much that they wouldn't be paying attention to the fact that one or two of us who were doing it to each other was listening to them.

Maybe that's what was wrong? Was I - and the more older of us - getting tired of it and it was time for us to stop doing it? Making it even more weird was the fact that I was thinking about this... as my friend was sucking my dick again and I was watching him do it. Yes, my dick was hard; yes, it felt good and it felt even better when he flipped himself around so I could suck his dick while he sucked mine. Yes, his hard prick felt good in my mouth and that clear stuff that was oozing out tasted good, too - but it always did... but the fact that I was actually thinking about all of this still made it weird; how could this feel so good but not feel so good all at the same time? We finished each other off, grabbed the water glasses (empty jelly jars) we both had and went to the bathroom to get water and we were both expecting his parents to hear us moving around and at least ask what we were doing up... and they were too much into their very heated card game to pay us any attention.

"We could probably go downstairs and do it right in front of them and they'd never notice," my friend said, which got me laughing and agreeing that he was probably right about that - Pinochle was some very serious stuff for grown-ups. [/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]By day three, I was too through with doing it with boys; it was becoming too much the same thing and I'd often find myself thinking about why this wasn't so much fun even while doing it with a guy - and it didn't help my situation any having a horny-assed little brother who was very much still head over heels about doing the nasty.

There were many, many times when I just wanted to say no and to say I didn't feel like it and the thing that didn't help matters any was that I couldn't say no and I was kinda lying when I'd say I didn't feel like it; I had realized that I hated being bored and with nothing to do more than getting some dick was bothering me. I was going through the motions without that seriously nasty thrill that we all admitted we were hooked on but, still, it was fun to do it with one of the guys - just not as much fun as it had been last week or any time before that.

I could be sucking a guy's dick and I'd feel... detached from it and on day five of this very weird week, I was sucking my fourth guy of the day and my heart just wasn't in it; he had shot his jizz in my mouth and when he finished, I laid down so he could suck me and even though my dick was all in the game, the rest of me wasn't so much and when I shot my jizz, it felt good... but not as good as before...

And I still couldn't figure out what was going on. It wasn't just me - a lot of the other guys were feeling the same way about it; yet, none of us gave any thought to not doing it. The fifth guy that day and I had just finished fucking each other for the second time and I was tired and not looking forward to the pre-arranged sleepover that weekend with this same guy... and he wasn't all that thrilled about it either.

"Maybe we should call it off?" he asked.

"Maybe we should," I agreed and we decided to let our peeps know that the sleepover was off... but we didn't do that and that Friday found us together at his home and in his bed doing the one thing neither of us really felt like doing.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]By the time I was 11, there were no less than 20 of us neighborhood boys running around and having sex with each other. The thrill of being so... nasty hadn't really worn off of me and, in later years, I'd attribute it to the fact that the overall thrill was kept going every time a new guy joined in on the fun...

But at one point that summer, sucking and fucking each other got "old," and "bothersome" because myself - and, really, none of us, could leave home without running into a guy or two (or more) who'd want to go somewhere so we could have sex. That first week of this feeling saw me doing it guys no less than three times a day and by the second day of this marathon, I was pretty bummed out about it all but given that, on this particular summer, there wasn't much to do - well, not until I went to summer camp in August - many of us would be roaming around either alone or in bunches trying to figure out what we could do to keep ourselves from being bored and getting into trouble...

And the answer was always, "Hey, do you wanna do it?" and I know my response lacked my usual enthusiasm and I'd shrug and say something like, "Might as well - ain't nothing else to do..." I'd go with either a single guy or some number of us would head for one of the many places we used to do our dirt and, again, by the second day, my eagerness to do it wasn't as off the charts as it previously had been.

It wouldn't be until I got much older that I'd get around to realizing that getting some dick had become so routine that it had taken a lot of the shine off of it. Get to a hideout; strip down; lots of sucking and fucking and depending on who I was with or what guys were in the mix. Sucking one guy while another guy was in my ass seemed like, in today's terms, too much like work and I'd find myself being annoyed over things that, before that week ever happened, never annoyed me.

What was going on here? How come this wasn't as much fun as it had been last week?[/SIZE][/FONT]