All night long, Andy's story.
Author's note: The characters portrayed in this story are adults. In some stories, there is no mention of age. If you think it is about an underage character in the story, it is only your interpretation. Stories, by nature, are supposed to feed the mind. [Nurture the intellect and create an active imagination.]
My name is Andy. I was eighteen years old when I left home to live in San Francisco. I had saved money for the move but underestimated how expensive it was to survive in Frisco. I found a room in a nice area that had a lot of nightlife. Mostly gay. I wasn't gay, but I loved the area. I tried to find work but couldn't find anything that paid enough to survive.
The building owner where I lived was gay. His name was Danny. Danny was friendly, and when I started having financial problems, he was understanding and gave me a little time to get things straightened out.
But things got worse. Danny started having me over to visit. He was very friendly. At least I thought so. We would eat and drink together. As time went on, I would let down my guard, and Danny took it to his advantage.
Soon, I moved in with him and slept in his bed. At first, the sex was only him sucking my cock. He kept me well-sedated sexually. He never demanded any return favors. He was happy to suck my cock two to three or more times a day.
I got used to his expert cock sucking, and Danny would shower me with gifts. We smoked weed and drank wine. At first, I only drank beer, but he loved his wines. One night, he spiked our wine with "x."
It messed me up. We went to bed, and he sucked my cock as always. After bringing me off, he wiggled up against me and kissed me. I froze a little, but with his insistence, I succumbed to his kisses and allowed him to deep kiss me while giving me a handjob.
He continued, and in my drug-induced state of mind, I returned his kisses. Soon, I was on my back with my knees up, and Danny's hard cock was plundering my ass. I felt like I was dropping a massive turd. And strangely, my cock felt harder than it ever had.
Danny kept fucking and French kissing me, and all of a sudden my cock exploded, showering our stomachs with my sperm. Danny pushed his belly into mine as he spread my seed all over the two of us. Soon, I felt him unleash his cum into my asshole as he grunted.
His sperm felt warm and slippery as he pulled out of my ass and rolled over. My cock was stone-hard as I rolled over to spoon him. I reached around and grasped his cock as I moved into position to shove my cock up his ass. He reached between us and positioned my cock at his asshole, and I pushed it into him swiftly and easily.
Danny was used to getting his ass fucked. I started thrusting into his asshole, and he pushed back to meet my thrusts. I blasted a nut into his hot asshole and dozed off, exhausted.
I awoke later to find him washing my cock and balls, then sucking me until I filled his mouth with jizz. We started going out to clubs, where I became accustomed to being stoned, high, or drunk on wine.
Danny had a wild side. He was unpredictable at times. One night in the restroom of a club, he sucked my cock while a big biker type fucked his skinny ass all while slapping it and calling him a fucking fag.
The biker guy was very degrading. I didn't understand how Danny could put up with it.
I eventually found work and made some friends. One of my friends, Sally, was a real sweetheart. I was falling for her, and we started seeing each other on the side. She had a roommate who was a bull-dyke.
Sally ended up with her in much the same way as I had with Danny. Both of us enjoyed heterosexual sex as well, and we would sneak a quickie whenever we could.
We would fuck in the storeroom at work, in the park, and sometimes on the bus if we could get the back seat and she had a skirt or dress on. She never wore underwear, and when she did, it was always a thong. Thongs could be easily pulled aside for a quick fuck.
I was living a bisexual life. But I still would not suck Danny's cock. I didn't feel comfortable having sex with a man. Danny kept the pressure on me, and I succumbed only when I was drunk or high.
I wanted to be with Sally, and Sally wanted to be with me. We couldn't afford a place in the area at our income levels, so we agreed to keep things on the down low until we could work things out.