Date: Sat, 20 Mar 2021 10:57:14 +0100
From: JD Lance <maby2009@writeme.com>
Subject: Bisexual Science Fiction/Fantasy: 1984 Part 3

WARNING: The following is a purely fictional story containing graphic
descriptions of sexual activities between an boy, a man and woman.  Read no
further if you are under the age of 18, against free speech, or not
generally aroused by stories of this type. It is my deepest wish that no
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1984

Chapter 3

When Winston and I stepped through the foyer the first thing I smelled was
the aroma of sweet cinnamon mixed with an air of a roasting meat. I first
took off my shoes and socks then my coat, t-shirt, jeans and underwear then
handed them all to the house maid. After Winston had handed his coat to her
we walked down the hall and into the parlor room. A party of about dozen
men and a few women along with their boy and girl lovers were mingled
together in conversation and merry company. Some of the men stood around
the piano, while one was playing the other men were holding their drinks
and talking. The pair of women sat on a long couch, each women were talking
to their separate groups of men who stood next to them. On the walls were
ten portraits of old men. Their faces and their eyes always looked down on
us. No matter where I stood, I always felt their gaze on my pee pee
area. Most of the boys and girls gathered around the television, watching a
Christmas special of The Grinch that Stole Christmas. Only three boys stood
around the Christmas tree. On this Christmas Day, in all the homes
throughout the world, boys were the only ones that were naked. The minors
in the room ranged from age eight to twelve. The two girls that were
present were both blondes and dressed in the most elegant Christmas
dresses. Dennis, Erin and Hank were the ones standing around the tree.

"Hey guys, what's up?" I asked the trio.

"Hey JD." Answered Hank. "Just trying to guess what we all got for
presents."  Hank's blonde hair had grown noticeably longer since last I saw
him. I looked down at the pile of wrapped Christmas gifts and saw my name
on a few of them.

"I think we're getting ten gifts each." Said Dennis. When ever I see him, I
always marvel at his uncanny crystal blue eyes.

"I'm hope that big box there is an Nintendo NES." Said Erin. He had been
sick recently. His pale white skin made him look almost ghostly. All three
boys were ten years old and were an inch or two taller than me. Even though
I had just turned nine, I was not the youngest boy here, but I was probably
still the shortest boy of them all.

"Winston got me one for me birthday."

"Shut up! What games did you get." Hank demanded.

"I got Duck Hunt, Punch Out, Excite Bike.."

"Ooh, how was Punch Out? No did you get...'" Before Hank could finish what
he was saying, we all heard Hank's man call for him. Hank's man was seated
on a love seat. He was ten years older than Winston and much more over
weight. When Hank got to his man, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his
dick. Hank kneeled down and started to suck on it. His man would use his
hand to push Hank's head deeper into his crotch, are the same time he went
back to sipping his drink. Not long after Hank's departure did Dennis' and
Erin's men asked the two to stand by the fireplace and instructed them to
kiss and play with each other's dicks while their men watched. I was now
all maybe myself and not having any desire to watch cartoons my next choice
is to be near Winston.

When I got to Winston he was talking to his long time friend. I cuddled up
next to him, with my face buried into his belly, I took a hold of his right
hand and pressed it firmly to my bare backside. I than unzip his pants and
put my hand through his fly and started fondling his penis. This was my way
of telling him I'm bored and wanted his attention. But he continued to talk
to his friend. It was than I started to pay attention to what they were
talking about.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I didn't want to say anything to you because I know how
you might feel." Winston's long time friend whose name escaped me was
taking sips from his glass in between every word he uttered. "But he came
out to me about ten years ago. I wasn't surprised at all that he was
heterosexual. In fact all of us kinda suspected."

It was at that point the maid had announced that dinner was ready.

We were all seated around a twenty foot long dining table and all the
minors seated to the left of their adult companion. Seated at the head of
the table was O'Brien. He was the head patriarch of the House
O'Brien. Everyone at this Christmas dinner is apart of the O'Brien family,
though most members here have different last names, they were all still
O'Briens. O'Brien stood up to make a speech to which I completely
ignored. I was puzzled by the word Winston's friend had said. I had never
heard it said before and by the time I turned my attention back to dinner
everyone had started eating. Several men started jerking off at the table
and after a few minutes they stood up and shot their load on the plate of
food in front of their boy lovers. The love juice was the gravy on top of
their turkey dinner. Winston was quieter than usual. When the other men had
their boys go under the table to pleasure their men, Winston sat there in
silence. Not once did he reach over to fondle me.

After dinner we all went back to the parlor room where O'Brien had arranged
his annual Christmas entertainment. Winston and I sat on a large pillow on
the floor with me in between his legs. Next to us was Diana and her girl
lover Stefan. Winston's arms hugged me tight to his breast. When the lights
dimmed and the music started to play, a parade of 20 naked eight year old
boy virgins danced and frolicked into the parlor room. All the boys had
blonde hair and blue eyes. Their bodies were oiled up and were coved with
faint glitter and all we're wearing a Christmas garlands on their
heads. They all gathered in the middle of the room and started to kiss,
fondle, grope one another. When the music changed one by one each boy went
to their respective man boy couple.

When our boy came to us, he kissed me on the lips than kissed Winston. The
boy helped me take Winston's clothes off. And as the clothes started to
fall on to floor, five maids began picking up the clothes. One maid
squirted KY jelly on Winston's palm and he began smearing it all over his
dick and what was left over he spread on the boys love hole. The boy laid
on the pillow and on his back with his shirt legs in to the air. The boy
was about to be penetrated for the very first time, which brought me back
to my first penetration with Winston. It will be the moment of my life I
will always cherish. In and out Winston went as my husband laid over the
blonde eight year old boy. I caressed the contours of my husband's back,
from his shoulder blades down to his round thigh butt. The boy had his eyes
closed tight and Winston leaned down to kiss him, which I followed with a
kiss of my own. I than started stroking the boy's pee pee. His was small
like mine. When it became hard, it was barely longer than Winston's longest
finger and no where near as thick. It only required me the use of two
fingers and a thumb, which was also the same appendages I used on
myself. The women and girls all looked on while the men enjoyed them
selves. No human being in their right mind could blames the female sex for
taking pleasure at the sight of beautiful young boys. As disgusting as
their behavior might be, I never faulted them being female. Ten minutes in,
Winston pulled out from the boy and I quickly laid down and spread my legs
up and wide. Moments after penetrating me I felt Winston's love juice
inside me and around my love hole as it drips down my butt cheeks.  I
lifted my head up and Winston and I embraced the way a man and boy does
when they truly loved each other. Winston collapsed on top of me and gave
me the biggest bear he could. It was a feeling and a sense that I felt that
he was never going to let me go of me. It was in that moment I realized
that the day when I turn 18 and Winston's right to divorce me had come, I
knew what he decision will be.

When Winston and I came back home a lingering friskiness remained between
us after getting O'Brien's Christmas present. As soon as the front door
closed we stripped off our cloths and ran up to bed. Winston was the first
to hit the mattress and he laid on his back as I crawled on top of
him. With my right hand I inserted my husband's dick into my love hole and
started going up and down and wiggling my hips. I stroke myself while I
relished the feeling of my husband's full length dick moves through me. Up
and down I went while grinding down on his pelvis. I took Winston's hand
and placed it on my chest to have him feel how super fast my heart was
beating. I started to push his dick harder and deeper inside me. His hands
started to roam up to my lips and I began sucking on the tip of his
finger. All of a sudden there was quick explosion inside my penis. When I
looked down my eyes popped at the site of Winston's stomach and a line of
white juice that had squirted from the tip of my pee pee. Winston grab my
head and pulled me down to kiss him. I soon felt his warm juice inside me
again.

We cuddled, kissed and spooned for what felt like hours. And all that time,
my husband's penis stayed inside me. I felt Winston's happiness, but still
I wasn't sure if I helped made him for get about his troubles.

"Do you feel much better now?" I asked.

"Yes! Why you ask?"

"I knew something was bothering before the party and during dinner."
Winston as silent and allowed me to continue. "And after seeing how you
enjoyed yourself with that cute boy, I wanted to make sure you forgot about
that man we saw yesterday."

"Right! Well, you don't need to worry about him."

Winston never talked much about his first husband. The only thing I knew
was that in their divorce, Winston got a huge divorce settlement. Someone
once said it was hundreds of times larger than standard divorce payment.

"What happened? Did he hurt you? I said sheepishly. Winston smiled at me
and ran his finger down the side of my face. His heart alway melted after
hearing my little squeaky boy voice.

"I wasn't the most attractive boy growing up." When I turned eight, no men
wanted to marry me. For a long time I thought I was going to be one of
those boys that turned 18, never being a man's boy lover. That was until I
turned 16 and my ex husband picked me to marry him." Winston then laid on
his back and I was hugging his left arm and my lip pressed to his shoulder.

"At first I was happy to have finally been married. But right away I
realized that he had no interest in having sex with me. I was hurt, I
thought I wasn't doing a good job as his boy lover. We were only married
for a year. Our marriage was so bad that he didn't even want to wait till I
turned 18. In the divorce settlement he agreed to pay me $25 million
dollars, which I guess made up for the emotional damage he did to me."
Winston paused for a bit then continued. "He was never mean to me, he just
didn't love me. But it still hurts when a boy can't make his man happy. It
took me a long time to get over our marriage. That was until I saw you on
your debut. I knew I wanted to have you. But I wasn't the only one."
Winston and I chuckled at our first meeting.

"I remember. What was it six different men were bidding for me."

"It was more like ten, but I knew I wanted to have you and I would have
payed any price for you. And I believe my bid for you is still the record."
We kissed once more and I felt his love for me in that kiss. But when we
broke off I still hand lingering questions,

"What happened to your ex?"

"My friend Parson told me he came out as a heterosexual."

"Heterosexual? What's that?"

"It means he like females."

"Oh!" I exclaimed, holding the shock and wild thoughts that were running
through my head.

"But before you got bored and started bothering me, I mentioned to Parson
how I saw him at that bistro and how sickly he looked. That's when he told
me my ex has AIDS."

"What's AIDS?"

"It's a disease that's going around in the heterosexual community. And it's
killing millions of women and lots of men. No one knows where it came from
or how it all started but you get it by sharing needles or having
unprotected vaginal sex."

Vaginal sex. The thought that Winston had been begetting with Julia for
years now scared me.

"But what about Julia? Does she have it."

"No procreation pairings require us to do annual STD testing. If Julia or I
had AIDS or any sexually transmitted disease, they would have flagged us
from begetting."

Winston leaned over to give a feather light kiss to my lips.

"Don't worry baby. Everything is alright with us. Close you eyes and let's
go to sleep."

Winston's assurance had calmed me. As I laid there with his arms wrapped
around me, I felt sagged and at peace. Something Winston never failed to
do.