Date: Tue, 22 Nov 2005 10:09:38 -0600
From: Amber Fountaine <amber_fountaine@hotmail.com>
Subject: It Started with Tom, Ch. 4

Amber Fountaine stories contain sexually explicit descriptions of consensual
sexual activity and are not suitable for reading by anyone under the age of
18
or anyone offended by reading such material. These acts include gay and
bisexual activity as well as water sports, diapers, cross-dressing and other
fetishes and perversions that may please the author's whims.


It Started with Tom (Bisexual, Urination, TV)

Chapter Four.


Disappointed again, but not at all surprised this time, Tom made me stop
sucking Jake after a minute or so. Just as he'd done with me, he wanted to
find out how much experience Jake had and how far along he was in his sexual
development. And Jake was too far into the pleasure I was giving him to be
able to give an intelligent answer to any question.

"Suck on mine a minute while I ask Jake some questions," Tom told me before
I could complain aloud.

I was sure that having Jake watch me while I switched over to sucking Tom's
cock wasn't going to help clear Jake's thought processes at all, but for
purely selfish reasons, I wasn't going to argue. As I took Tom's cockhead in
my mouth and ran my tongue over it, I glanced up at Jake. He was listening
to Tom but watching me and I knew Jake well enough to be certain I had more
of his attention than he was giving Tom. So to get things moving along, I
let Tom's cock slip from my lips, and sat back on the couch so that Tom had
Jake's undivided attention - sort of.

As soon as I'd pulled off of Tom's cock, Jake had taken it in both hands. I
had to laugh to myself when I thought about my earlier concern that Jake
might not want to have anything to do with being overtly sexual with another
boy. This was the second time he'd latched onto Tom's cock without anyone's
suggestion.

Tom went through the same series of questions he'd asked me, wanting to know
if Jake had ever cum or knew what cum was and if he played with his prick.
Not surprisingly, he got the same answers from Jake that he'd gotten from
me, and told Jake that, adding, "But now he knows what it's like to cum and
he's tasted mine too."

"Can I?" Jake asked in the pleading voice of a small child.

"Sure," Tom told him. "We can all taste each other. Sami likes the taste of
my piss too. Have you ever tasted your piss?"

Jake surprised the hell out of me when he looked at me sheepishly for a
moment and then told Tom, "Yeah, a few times."

Then, like he owed me an explanation, Jake turned to me and said, "Remember
the time we peed on each other in the woods? And then you told me how much
fun it was to keep your wet diapers on?"

I looked at him and nodded. "Yeah, I told Tom about that."

Jake took a big breath and confessed, "I've been playing around like that by
myself. I take all my dirty underwear and put them on at the same time so it
looks and feels like I'm wearing a diaper and then I pee in them. Then I
wear them around the house for a while like you said you liked to do with
your diapers and then put them all in my mom's washing machine. I've done it
a couple of times and was going to show you the next time you spent the
night."

"Sami, looks to me like you and your buddy have a lot in common," Tom told
me. Then he asked Jake, "How did you taste it and what do you think?"

"I peed in a glass and drank some of it and it tasted sort of like weak
coffee to me."

"But you must have liked it if you did it more than once," I told him.

He gave me a sort of shrug. "Sometimes it's different colors and I wanted to
see if it had different tastes," he said. Then he asked me, "What do you
think Tom's pee tastes like?"

I didn't drink coffee so I had nothing I could think of to compare it with.
"Pee tastes like pee to me," I told him grinning, "And I kinda like it. I'd
like to taste yours."

"Oh wow," Jake muttered, trying to accept it all. He still had his hands on
Tom's cock and I noticed something that Jake hadn't.

"If you want to try something neat, try tasting that," I said, pointing at
Tom's cock. There was pre-cum drooling from the tip again. "It's called
pre-cum," I told him, suddenly the sexual expert, "and it tastes a lot like
real cum."

Jake looked at Tom for permission and after getting a nod from my older
uncle, Jake sank to his knees like he'd seen me do and caught a three-inch
string of pre-cum on the tip of his tongue. After savoring the taste for a
moment, Jake looked at me and smiled. Then it suddenly occurred to him that
he was nude and being sexual with another boy while I had dressed like and
pretended to be a girl when I had done that. "Am I supposed to dress like a
girl when I do this?" he asked us with a worried expression.

I smiled at him, and Tom told him not to worry, adding, "It doesn't matter.
You can dress like a girl or be naked - whichever you like."

"But if two guys do this, isn't that queer stuff?"

Jake was having the same concerns that had plagued me. Not surprising since
before this weekend, all of our sex education had come from the same
sources. So I continued to smile at him reassuringly while Tom gave him
pretty much the same explanation he'd given me.

"It's only queer stuff if you keep doing it after you're old enough to be
with girls but still want to do it with guys instead. And it's called being
bisexual if you like to do it with both guys and girls. Sami says that's
what he wants to be, but you're both way too young to make that decision
yet. I think that's what I want to be too, but I haven't made up my mind."

It wasn't much of an excuse, but just like me, it was enough for Jake to
decide that, for the moment at least, it was all right to try what he wanted
to try and he took the head of Tom's cock in his mouth just like I had done.
I watched Jake for a moment as Tom gave him instructions on sucking and
being careful with his teeth and what part of his cock he wanted Jake to
lick while he sucked. Then I decided there was more than enough cock for the
both of us and joined Jake, licking at the part of Tom's cock that wasn't in
Jake's mouth or in one of our hands.

Then we took turns sucking Tom, passing his cock back and forth from one to
another, each of us trying to outdo the other. While Jake was taking his
turn, I asked Tom if he'd ever had his cock sucked by two guys before, but
he was too far into the pleasure we were giving him to answer at the moment.
Instead, just as I was about to begin my turn, he asked us, "Who wants to
take my cum? I'm getting close."

I wasn't about to waste a second getting in an argument with Jake. While he
pleaded that he hadn't gotten to try it yet, I was already busy doing what I
knew Tom liked best. Soon he grunted and I could feel his cock pulse as the
jets of jism filled my mouth. I should have started swallowing right away,
but I was feeling really nasty and wanted to show Jake my mouth after it had
been filled with Tom's cum. As a result, there was some that leaked out
around the corners of my mouth and got on my mother's blouse. When I was
sure I'd gotten most of it, I backed away from Tom's cock and turned to
Jake, opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue so he could see it was
coated with Tom's cream. Then I made a show of licking my lips and
swallowing it. At twelve years of age, I'd already become a cum slut.

Jake noticed there was still cum oozing from Tom's cock and he used his
mouth to catch it. Then he instinctively used his hands to milk out any
remaining drops. "It tastes weird," he told me grinning, after he was sure
he had all there was to be had and had thoroughly tasted it. "But I can see
why you like it. It's so . . . nasty."

We had to laugh at his choice of words. But I couldn't fault him. Describing
the taste of cum isn't easy, especially for a first timer.

"You like being nasty?" Tom asked him.

Jake gave him that silly grin of his. "Yeah, with you guys."

"Don't you mean with me and your new girlfriend?" Tom corrected him.

I blushed and Jake smiled at me, asking, "Are you going to be my
girlfriend?"

"I am for today," I answered honestly, really enjoying everything so far.
Dressing as a girl and being feminine had so far been very exciting. But a
girl doesn't want to seem too easy. And besides, I was still a little miffed
that he'd teased me and then enjoyed pee play by himself. "Do you think
you'd want a girlfriend that was a pee-pants? Didn't you tell me that only
sissy babies wet their pants?"

He grinned and nodded and told me. "Pee-pants make the best girlfriends."

I'd hoped for an apology, so I told him, "We'll see about later." But even
as I said it, I was trying to think of times and ways when I could get
together with Jake to continue our explorations. There'd been some crazy
ideas whizzing around in my brain for the last few minutes since Jake had
told us about peeing in his make-believe diaper.

All the while Tom was standing there smiling at us. When it occurred to Jake
and me that Tom hadn't said anything, we both turned to look at him.

"You guys are really lucky," he told us. "By the time you get in high school
and want to have a girl friend, you'll know way more than any of the other
guys your age. With each other to try things with, you won't need to read
any magazines."

As if our brains were connected, it suddenly occurred to Jake and me that
we'd never gotten into the stack of magazines on the coffee table. Those
magazines had been the big reason I'd decided to invite Jake to join us, and
the reason Jake had shown such unusual speed rushing over. Then things had
started happening so fast after we got Jake's clothes off him that the
magazines had been forgotten. The magazine Jake had started looking at was
still laying open on the coffee table to a picture of one woman kneeling
over the face of another. But it wasn't the pictures, as awesome as they
were to our young minds, which we were after. "We still want you to tell us
about the stories," I said to Tom.

"Wow," Tom said, speaking to no one in particular, more like he was thinking
aloud. "I can't believe Miss Sami is going to pass up on playing with two
real live pricks in favor of looking at a book."

In my defense I told him, "You said that's where you learned a lot and got
ideas."

"True," he conceded. Then for Jake's benefit he said, "There's a section in
there where people write in and tell about some of the sexy things that
they've tried or unusual things that have happened to them."

The coffee table had been pushed further away from the couch when we were
undressing Jake and now Jake was kneeling beside me and was the closest to
the table and stack of magazines. He grabbed the nearest one and handed it
to Tom. Tom took the magazine and flipped through the beginning for a moment
and then handed it back to Jake, telling him, "Let's all sit on the couch
and we can take turns reading the stories."

As the 'girl' of the group, and the closest to the couch, I automatically
sat in the middle so that the two boys, naked with their cocks easily
accessible, had to sit on either side of me. 'Miss Sami' wasn't stupid and
had no intention of passing up a chance to play with two real live cocks, no
matter what Tom thought. Jake sat on my left and just as Tom was about to
sit down, he stopped and told us, "I'll be right back. I'm gonna move the
wash to the dryer and get us something to drink."

As he'd said, 'something to drink' he'd winked at me and as he walked away,
I turned to Jake to see if he'd noticed. Jake was already busy reading the
first story in a section called 'Forum'. "You're supposed to read the story
out loud for all of us," I told him.

"This is way cool," he answered, holding the magazine for me to see. "It's a
letter from a woman that thinks her husband might be gay because he spends a
lot of time with guys and likes to eat his cum out of her pussy after he
fucks her."

"Maybe he is," I speculated. "I think you're supposed to do that before you
fuck. Maybe he just likes the taste of his cum. It sure tastes weird. I can
still taste Tom's. But it's kinda good."

"Yeah, it tastes different for sure. Maybe he's a 'bi' like Tom told us
about?" he said, indicating the story in the magazine. Then he abruptly
ended the conversation to go back to reading. After about a minute, he
looked up and told me, "There's an answer from whoever writes this and it
says almost the same thing. It says that guys often learn to like the taste
of their cum while masturbating in their teens and that the husband might
just enjoy the taste. Or it says he might be bisexual, but if he still
enjoys having sex with her, he probably isn't gay. It say's if she really
wants to find out, she should suggest they invite another man to join them
in bed and see if he goes for it and that what happens between the husband
and the other man will give her an answer."

"I can't imagine another man joining my mom and dad in bed," I told Jake.

Jake was serious for a moment, and then told me. "I can. My dad has a friend
from work that he plays softball with and isn't married and he comes over to
the house a lot and he always flirts with my mom and my dad encourages him.
And this guy has a cabin someplace where he and my dad go hunting and
sometimes my mom goes with them and when she's going to go, she's all
excited for a couple of days."

"That doesn't mean anything. My mom gets excited when she's gonna go
anywhere - sometimes even to the store."

"Sammy, my dad doesn't own any guns. I asked him one time how he went
hunting without a gun and he just told me, 'It depends what you're hunting
for,' and never explained what he meant. And why would my mom want to go?
She doesn't even like to kill bugs."

I sure wasn't privy to all the thoughts and activities of adults and maybe
there was a perfectly good reason Jake's dad went hunting without a gun and
his mom liked to go too. But I could understand why Jake might think the
hunting trip was a good excuse for his mom and dad and his dad's buddy to
all get away for a weekend of sex. And that made me think about my mom and
dad being gone on what was supposed to be a trip to visit some friends they
knew in school. Tom returning with three big glasses of Coke interrupted our
speculation.

For Tom's sake, Jake reviewed the story he'd read and asked Tom his opinion.
Whether or not Tom remembered the story and the editor's reply, I didn't
know. But Tom's answer to Jake was almost exactly what the editor said. I
was sort of surprised when Jake didn't tell Tom about his speculation about
his parents, but when he didn't; I kept my mouth shut too.

After we took a sip of our sodas, Jake handed me the magazine, telling me I
should read the next story. It was about a secretary that caught her boss
looking at 'Penthouse' and masturbating, how they wound up having sex on his
desk, and that they now enjoyed an office romance. None of us could relate
to that so I passed the 'Penthouse' to Tom for his turn.

His story was a little more interesting to us. A woman had an old college
roommate visit and they soon are in bed together doing all the things they
did on cold winter nights in their dorm. That led to a discussion - it was
more like Jake and I asked questions and Tom did his best to answer them -
about how women could have sex with each other. He showed us an ad in the
back of the magazine for vibrators and dildos and explained how women could
use their fingers, tongues, and any of the variety of sex toys to pleasure
each other, adding that his older sisters had several of those items.

That didn't seem fair to me. If so many guys were in need of sex, it didn't
seem right that girls should be doing it with each other. Somehow that
really didn't seem just to me and my indignance was an indication of my
naivety in matters of a sexual nature. But with Tom's help, and now Jake
too, that was changing fast. Of course Jake had just as much to learn.

He was equally in awe of all the toys for sexual pleasure that mostly seemed
to be designed for women. "With all these things for women to use, I'm
surprised some of them even bother with men," Jake remarked as he handed me
the magazine.

Tom laughed and told him, "Some don't. They're called lesbians."

When that drew a blank look on Jake's face, I jumped in to explain, "That's
what you call a lady queer." I was really getting to be quite the expert. I
didn't bother to let Jake know that a mere 24 hours earlier I wouldn't have
had any more idea what a lesbian was than he did.

When I was about to read the next story, assuming that being in the middle
required me to read every other one, Tom stopped me to hand me a second
issue he's been thumbing through while Jake and I looked at the sex toy ads.
"Here," he told me, "Read the second story. I think you two will really like
it."

The story was lengthy and very exciting. It was written by a wife and about
a man - her husband - that gets caught in bed having sex with his neighbor -
another man. He gets in a panic that his wife is about to leave him but
instead she takes off her clothes and tells him he has a choice of divorce
or letting her join the fun.

He had previously admitted to her, prior to their marriage, that on a
camping trip as a teen, he and another boy had tried sucking each other's
dicks and that it had been a pleasant experience. On another occasion, after
they'd been married for a while, and at her prodding, he'd admitted to oral
sex with his roommates in college, but had insisted he wasn't into men. But
apparently she knew better and suspected his nights out with the boys were
being spent with the boys in bed with each other.

And while all that was going on, behind her husbands back and being bisexual
herself, she'd started having sex with the woman next door and recently the
woman's husband had joined them for a three-some. But when the woman writer
tried to get her husband interested in having a man join them in bed for
them both to enjoy, he'd balked at the idea. That leads to her and the
couple next-door coming up with a plan to involve the four of them in sex.
She's determined to drag her husband out of the closet.

Following the plan, the guy from next door has no problem getting the
writer's husband in the sack and on cue, she walks in to confront her
husband. She gets him calmed down and then while her husband sucks the
neighbors cock, she gets out the strap on dildo that she and the lady next
door have been using on each other and uses it to fuck her husband's ass.
Then she pulls out so the guy from next door can fuck her husband and she
sucks him off at the same time. Then, while she's feeding her husband his
cum in a passionate kiss, the lady from next door walks in, making the
threesome a foursome. After more sex of every description, they have a sit
down talk and the trapped husband admits that once a week, he sucks off all
the guys in his poker night group. The writer admits to her affair with the
couple next door, they have a group hug, and they all live happily ever
after.

"Are these stories real?" I asked Tom.

"They're supposed to be. What's the matter, don't they seem real to you? You
don't believe people do all those things?"

He was right. I was having a hard time accepting the kind of behavior we
were reading about as being anything any adults I knew might be doing.
"Yeah, I guess I don't. I mean it's fun to read about and it's making us all
hard again, but I don't know anyone that would act that way. I know my mom
and dad wouldn't."

Jake was nodding in agreement, but still had some nagging doubts about his
own parents and his dad's friend from work, so he wasn't being too vocal.

Tom was almost laughing aloud at us, but instead of making fun, he decided
to give us a demonstration instead. Moving to stand in front of Jake and me,
he asked, "Who wants to play with my cock?"

Jake and I moved as one. The word 'cock' was still echoing through the room
when our hands collided in an effort to grasp Tom's stiffie at the same
time.

"Can I assume that means that both of you have decided you like to play with
other men's cocks?"

Jake and I looked at each other sheepishly, grinned and then nodded at Tom.

"And is it a safe bet that you two will be playing with each other's pricks
every chance you get?"

Tom seemed to be reading our minds. We both answered in the affirmative.

"Any chance that either of you might want to keep playing with pricks when
you get to be adults?"

I think I'd made up my mind to be a bi guy the minute Tom had told me it was
okay to like sex with both men and women. So I nodded and answered, "Yes,"
and Jake followed my lead.

"So say, ten - twenty - thirty years from now - you two meet at a reunion or
something, do you think you might wind up sucking each other's cocks?"

That certainly sounded feasible to me and again I told him, "Yes." Jake
wasn't so sure since he answered, "Probably." But I noticed that neither of
us had let go of Tom's erection.

"So what if you're like the guy in the story, and you remember how good it
was to suck cock when you were younger, but now you're married and you don't
want your wife to know you like that. Do you think you might want to
secretly suck off some of your male friends?"

Looking at it like that, I realized there was a very good chance I could
wind up in a similar scenario at some point in my life. I'd much rather have
a wife I could be honest with, but I could also understand how a guy might
have to be a secret, part-time cocksucker. Jake must have come to the same
conclusion, since we both answered, "Yes."

Tom took a minute to consider how much further he was going to go with his
speculations on our possible futures and decided to bring the conversation
back to the present. Looking at me, he said, "Remember I told you that your
dad and I used to fool around together when we were younger?"

When I nodded, he told me, "We still do. He sucked me off while we were
waiting for you to get home from school. Your mom watched us and is okay
with it. I wanted to suck your dad, but he wouldn't let me. Want to know
why?"

My little heart was beating like a bass drum. I wanted to know, but couldn't
bring myself to ask. Fortunately, Jake answered for me and I nodded in
agreement.

"Because he was saving it for the party you're folks went to. Your mom and
dad are 'swingers' and the reunion they went to is a big party they have
once a year at a friend of theirs place between Dallas and Ft. Worth. Your
dad told me that they were expecting between six and eight couples plus five
or six extra guys. Can you guess why they need extra guys?"

I wanted to answer, if all I did was shake my head, but I was overwhelmed by
all this new information. Again Jake had to answer for both of us. "Why?" he
asked Tom.

"Because most of the men are bi and they like cum as much as the women. So
if they don't have extra men, there isn't enough cock and cum for everyone.
Your dad promised me that next year I get to be one of the extra men. But I
have to do him a favor first."

I nodded, looked at Jake, looked at Tom, looked at the floor, ceiling,
walls, and I even looked at the TV set that wasn't turned on. I wanted to
ask what the favor was, but I guess I already had an inkling. Maybe Jake did
too, because he sat silently for a minute, and then began to lick the tip of
Tom's cock, like he wasn't in the conversation any more. Tom stood there,
enjoying Jake's tongue, but continued to look at me. So finally I asked,
"What favor?"

Tom grinned when he got the response he'd been waiting for. "I'm supposed to
teach you about sex," he said with a mischievous smile. "How am I doing so
far?"

I grinned back at him. "Good. Real good." Then I began to fondle Tom's
testicles. We hadn't ever talked about a guy's balls and I had some
questions. And there were still those wet sheets on my bed that Tom must
have left there for a good reason. And that reminded me of the diapers that
Tom seemed to be in a rush to have washed, dried, and ready for - what? Was
he going to diaper me? Jake? Himself?

Then I had another thought. "Jake, do you think your folks would let you
spend the night?"

He tore himself away from Tom's cock and flew to the kitchen phone, telling
us needlessly over his shoulder, "I'll go ask."

A minute later he was back and he had that goofy look again. "They said yes.
And guess what? Dad's friend from work that I told you about is visiting.
They almost seemed glad to have me gone for the night!"

Tom and I laughed at that. It looked like maybe Jake's folks might be
swingers too! I thought about that, and what Tom had said about Jake and I
having sex for at least the next few years and possibly on into the unknown
future, and decided why not start now. As soon as Jake sat down, I moved
between his legs and began sucking his cock.

As I licked and sucked, I thought, 'We have the rest of the weekend to do
this and wet ourselves and anything else we think to do. And my mom and dad
are okay with it. Wow! Big fucking wow!'  Then I began to suck my buddy and
speculated in my mind about how many more cocks would I suck in my lifetime
and what would they look and taste like. Deciding that thought was too
overwhelming, I concluded that the best thing to do was concentrate on the
one in your mouth.

	I still think that way, thirty-some years later.