Bi-the Way

A snore arose from Gavin on the other single bed, parallel to the one that Trent occupied. The sounds of the young man’s contented and restorative sleep had grown so familiar to the black teen that he barely noticed anymore, however, the loudness of this particular snore caused him to look up from his phone and check on his sleeping companion. Seeing that there was no cause for concern, Trent returned his attention to his phone and the sexy, teasing messages being sent to him by Amber. Despite being mad at him for missing their make-up date earlier, she was quick to coerce him into a little textual roleplaying, having already completely disrobed herself, and was currently, figuratively, lying between Trent’s legs, sucking on his ‘thick, black cock’.

But, as Trent sat up with his back against the headboard, slightly reclining and fully clothed, he just wasn’t that into it. He’d only went along with it to ease her nagging, but it only highlighted to himself that something was deeply wrong. Under any normal circumstances, he’d be eagerly participating in the sexting and jacking off at the same times, regardless who he was sharing the room with but no matter how he tried, his mind kept slipping back to thoughts of the man in the bed next to his. For a man who considered himself uncompromisingly straight, those were deeply troubling thoughts.

It was just sex. So, he’d stuck his dick in another man’s asshole, and found it to tight and pleasurable, why did that have to mean anything? He’d fucked tens of women without it ever meaning a damn thing, so why was this any different? He’d only agreed in order to also fuck Chloe, the gorgeous, big-titted star of the soccer team. Yet, ever since, he couldn’t stop thinking about the other man, comparing the tightness of the girl to Gavin’s tight ass, remembering exactly how it felt and failing to recapture it, no matter the woman he was with. And, of course, as these thoughts began to seep into his head, he finally grew hard.

Jumping slightly, as if any intruder might see inside his mind, Trent looked up when the door opened suddenly. The big-titted star of the soccer team he’d just been thinking of poked her head inside and saw at least one of the two men inside was awake. Slipping side and closing the door softly, she crept towards Trent’s bed and lowered herself onto the edge.

“How’s Kid McCoy after his last fight?” she asked, looking over at the best friend in the other bed.

“Been sound sleep for hours,” Trent said, and gestured towards the door. “Maybe we should leave in case we wake him.”

“Can we stay here?” Chloe hesitated, throwing her fiery red hair behind her as she cast a frown at the door. “Madison and Brandon are fighting out there.”

“Oh, sure.” Swallowing, he glanced at Gavin. No one could know the feelings he was developing for the other man, so he doubled down on his cock-sure persona. “Funny how you put me off back at the bar, yet here you are in my bed, again.”

“I wouldn’t have been so ‘put off’, if you hadn’t called my friend a dyke.” Chloe’s eyes darkened as she glowered at him. “I was seeing a girl at the time too, so it was particularly offensive.”

“Well, shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to offend. These days so many pretty girls I meet are either taken or gay, and they always get upset, like I’m supposed to just know, you know?” He tried to explain. “So…are you like, bi? How does that work?”

“In the same way it works for being straight, I guess. There are some girls I find hot, just like I find guys hot, and don’t mind opening my legs for either, under the right situations,” Chloe replied, having never quite come to terms with the label herself, but accepting her feelings at least. “I don’t know what I am exactly, but I’m young. If I can’t be expected to know what job I want to do for the rest of my life, why should I be expected to know what sexuality I’m going to tie myself down to?”

“I guess I can see the sense in that. We are still young and figuring things out,” Trent agreed, relaxing slightly as he looked at his own situation through Chloe’s perspective. But while two girls was hot, all he could imagine was how the rest of the football team would react if they knew he’d fucked a guy and enjoyed it. “Maybe it’s different for girls than guys though.”

Chloe didn’t fail to pick up on the implication, arching an eyebrow as she asked, “Trent…do you like another guy?”

“What? No.” He froze and purposely refused to look at Gavin. “No way.”

“I think someone enjoyed fucking Gavin last night a little more than he wants to admit,” Chloe teased, before adding a smirk. “Queer.”

“Shut your mouth, bitch,” Trent growled, almost snarling, and clenching the bedsheet in his fists. He allowed himself a brief glance at the man in the other bed, worried he might have woken at the sound of his name. “I am not gay.”

“Now you know how I felt. But it doesn’t have to mean that you’re gay at all.” Chloe smiled, at little smug at being able to rile up the black man. “That’s exactly what I had been struggling with when you found me at that bar.”

“And? What was your conclusion?” Trent asked, a **** tone taking over his voice as his rage rapidly subsided.

“If it’s fun, fuck it,” she said, leaning over him with a seductive gleam in her eye.

Shedding her clothes, she knelt on the bed in the blue string bikini she’d worn for the photoshoot. Her smile widened when she noticed Trent’s eyes admire how it pushed up her breasts and strained to contain their fullness. It was a size small, creating even more cleavage for Trent to drool over as he took on a hungry, almost predatory stare. Crawling towards him, she made sure to her breasts in his line of sight at all times.

“You like the bikini?” She continued to tease him, pretending as if she didn’t realize it was what was under the bikini that he really cared about. “It was a present from a modelling gig I did today. Maybe when they come through, I’ll let you see them. It can be another little test.”

“Test?” Trent breathed, his eyes locked on her large, heavy teats, hanging from her chest right in front of his face.

“Yeah, to see if you still like girls.” She reached up and untied the bikini top, allowing the parts to fall down, freeing her delicious tits, now completely exposed to Trent’s lustful eye.

“Mmmm, I dunno about girls, but I guess you still like me,” she purred in his ear, so close that her breasts were almost pressed right against his face, as she slid a hand up along his leg until she felt a familiar hardness beneath the clothing. “Or maybe…you were just thinking of him before I came along, huh?”

He silently cursed her for being able to read him so well, but his silence also confirmed everything she’d guessed. But it didn’t stop her from unbuttoning him and sliding his bottoms down and off, freeing his cock, thick, hard and black. She brought a small white hand to the shaft, and wrapped her fingers around as much of his girth as she could manage before slowly stroking his length, feeling his skin move over the ridges of his cock just beneath her hand. He felt warm in her palm, and his musky, masculine scent rising up to her nostrils as soon as his cock was freed, making her own body sizzle with desire.

“Is it me that’s got you hard, or are you thinking about his hand on your cock?” she whispered as she lowered herself down his body until she was lying between his legs, able to smell his cock directly, so strong she could almost taste it on her tongue already. “What if I sucked your cock? Whose mouth would you think of then? Mine or his?”

He wanted to say ‘hers’, to deny that he’d ever spared a second thought to Gavin’s hands or mouth. The truth was that Gavin’s other skills were mediocre, it was his virgin ass that had brought Trent so much pleasure, that kept his mind replaying the scene over and over. Yet, Chloe’s words were putting the images into his head, picturing the young bespectacled man stroking his cock and sliding down to lie between his legs, his thin, male lips inches from his cockhead.

The dilemma in Trent’s mind was written all over his face, causing Chloe to smile as she leaned in and licked his cockhead, smearing it with saliva and tasting the pre-cum that had formed there. Again, she leaned in and licked him, this time licking lower and moving up, slobbering over more of his cock. A third time she repeated the motions, moving to the base of his cock and coating the underside of his dick in a fine film of her saliva, before wrapping her lips around his tip and slurping noisily on his precum.

Trent allowed himself another glance at the boy in the bed, hoping to god that he didn’t wake up and hear Chloe’s tempting words. Thankfully Gavin was still fast asleep, but Chloe had noticed him looking over and smiled. Lifting her mouth form his dick, she pumped him with her hand, faster than before, spittle flying from her fingers as she worked to evenly spread her slobber over every inch of his shaft.

“Still no good huh? You’re still thinking of him?””she asked in an innocent voice. “That’s okay. I’ve been thinking anyway, that I still owe you for fucking Gavin.”

“What? What are you talking about?” Trent, usually the player, stammered. He knew Chloe was playing him like a fiddle, and yet he couldn't seem to break the spell. “I fucked you when I fucked him. We’re even.”

“No, no, I said whatever you did to Gavin you could do to me.” Slowly she turned herself to face away from the black teen, her thick rump pushed outwards his face as she reached back and began to pull the strings of her bikini loose. “You fucked my pussy, but you fucked and came in his ass.” The bikini came apart and dropped on to the bed while Chloe tugged lewdly at her cheeks, exposing her pretty, wrinkled rosebud. “Fair’s fair, don’t you think?”

“Oh, hell yes,” Trent said, almost jumping to his knees, tossing off his top so he was completely naked too as he shuffled in close behind her.

“Mmmm, I think it’s fair to say you still like girls,” she called out to him, watching over her shoulder as Trent eagerly lined up his cock with her rear-entrance. “Or maybe you just like asses. Not that I’m complaining…” she paused to moan when she felt his thick cockhead nudge against her hole. “I’m a bit of an anal-slut myself.”

The thick bottomed red head wasn’t kidding. After hours of being fucked in the ass over the last several days, her elasticity of her asshole had been developed to the point where she barely felt any discomfort at all when the fat cock began to push inside her. Though she did feel his fat black cock stretching her insides, widening her up to accept him, she was confident in her ability to take his sizable girth in her ass. After all, she’d taken bigger cocks and in fact her first had been the biggest cock of all, so even when she felt the slightest inkling of pain, she was able to relax her butthole and let him slide in even deeper.

It wasn’t as though she was loose either; Trent enjoying the snug warmth that enveloped his shaft, though he still couldn’t help but compare it to Gavin, whose tight anal virginity brought him to whole new levels of pleasure. Yet there was also something worth admiring about Chloe’s well-trained ass, marveling as her hips pushed back against his invading cock, welcoming her deeper and deeper into her bowels. It was truly a thing of beauty to look down and watch the woman fuck her own ass on his cock, her white cheeks swallowing up his stiff, black length.

The teens moved in union, forming an unspoken rhythm of pushing back and forth, first one then the other, Trent’s thick dick never leaving her ass, and being enveloped more and more with each subsequent motion. Even once Chloe’s cheeks met Trent’s pelvis, his cock sheathed in her ass right down to the hilt, they kept pushing against each other, their bodies noisily slapping together now that they could go no deeper. Remembering that their sleeping companion was still in the room, the couple tried to not to make too much sound, but as lust took over their senses, the drive for pleasure overriding every other need, they found themselves uncontrollably pushing against the other, harder and harder, faster and faster, until the room echoed with the fleshy clap of their colliding bodies.

Chloe’s controlled whimpers grew noisier too, becoming loud, delighted moans as Trent began to fuck her so hard, his ballsack smacked against her glistening pussy just below where her ass swallowed up his member. She stuffed the duvet into her mouth to muffle her pleasured screams, but she knew that even if Gavin had woken up in that moment that she wouldn’t have been able to stop. She needed to cum, needed to feel Trent’s seed flood her bowels. Gavin had seen her like this before, hell, he’d even been the one painting her insides, thanks to the friends with benefits arrangement, but she still wasn’t sure how seeing Trent’s thick black cock stretching her would affect their relationship. Even if she was getting on better with Zack nowadays, Gavin was still the one best friend that she had left.

Inside her ass, Trent’s cock throbbed, preparing to cum, just as she wanted. He groaned, fixing his eyes on her ass as it engulfed his cock over and over, maintaining the same furious, desirous pace. What made him even happier than Chloe’s tight insides squeezing around his shaft like trying to milk the cum right out of his cock was that he was barely thinking of Gavin at all. He’d glanced over a couple of times, checking to see if he was still asleep, but it was Chloe’s ass, pushing back every time he thrusted forward, clamping down around him, that mesmerizing sight of his black cock disappearing into her white ass, that was bringing him so close to orgasm.

He took a firm grip of her hips and pushed in as deep as he could with long powerful strokes, readying himself for his ejaculation. In reply Chloe let out another moan, the loudest yet, even though her face was buried in the bed. Trent’s first reaction was to check if it had woken Gavin up. To his horror he saw the other man’s eyes looking back at him, but his body was already in motion, his own hips already driving forward, pushing his dick as deep as it could go into Chloe’s well-trained asshole. And, of course, at that moment, his cockhead swelled and his slit opened, shooting thick, creamy ropes of cum into Chloe’s ass, lining her insides with his seed.

Feeling him cumming, that warm wetness spreading through her bowels, was enough to push Chloe over the edge as well. Her body shook and shuddered as waves of pleasure rippled through it, her pussy twitching and pulsing, spraying out her juices over the bedsheets below. Like a true anal-slut, she never failed to squirt from taking it in the ass. Her rear entrance too spasmed, squeezing hard around Trent’s girth, the growing tightness only furthering his orgasm as he felt every last drop of cum being coaxed out of his balls.

His eyes shut as he endured the pleasure. When next he opened them, spent and drained, he looked again at Gavin and saw his eyes were closed again. Trent stared for a moment, unsure whether he had simply imagined Gavin watching them as part of some feverish pleasure dream, or whether it had actually happened. A snore from Gavin seemed to suggest the former, but Trent couldn’t be certain, and it was with great trepidation that he turned back to Chloe.

Slumping down, flat against the bed, exhausted, she felt his softening cock slip out of her ass, followed by globs of cum drooling out of her still gaping hole, over her pussy and thighs and staining the bedsheets below, already soaked in her pussy juices. Without lifting her head, or even trying to look back at him, she purred contentedly into the bed, “Well, you’re definitely not gay.”