"I think you have a mistaken impression of me," he told her. "I'm not a fag."

"Of course not. I'm not a Lez but sometimes I like a little variety. C'mon, how about I suck you off right now? You and Karl can sort things out later."

She slid to the floor on her knees and captured Jim's limp penis and balls between her hands. Leaving slick trails of sali- va, she licked them over and over.

"I love to taste pussy on a cock," she told him breathlessly and went back to her task.

He felt her suck his soft cock into her mouth and reached down to massage her small breasts. The nipples were as hard as tiny stones, but her breasts were soft and pliable. Her mouth worked busily at her penis and he felt the blood beginning to flow into it as it slowly filled her mouth. As it rose to its full length, she sucked it in and out, running a wet finger in and out of his asshole with each stroke. Only one other person had ever done that to him and he squeezed his eyes closed, trying to fend off the memory.

He and Chuck were fifteen when they spent the summer at Chuck's parents' place on the bay. They fished and swam and talked about girls and sex and all the things they talked about any other time. Somehow their conversation changed during the overnight fishing trip they took.

It was very hot that night, and after building a campfire to cook the canned stew they brought, they had gone down to the river to cool off. There was no one within miles and Chuck had dared him to go skinny-dipping. After their swim they had gone back to the camp without dressing and sat beside the fire. Jim noticed that Chuck's penis was stiff and erect, and his rose, too. Chuck noticed it immediately.

"Christ! You have a monster!" he exclaimed.

"Large women and small cows," Jim responded.

"Do you jerk off much?" Chuck asked suddenly. "I do every day. Sometimes twice or three times."

Jim's breath caught in his throat.

"Sometimes," he said quietly.

"I like to pretend I'm fucking Barbie Holland," Chuck went ....This bisexual story continues HERE