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These short stories: (Garage Days Revisited) contains consensual M/B B/B sex acts. If this offends you, or your religion, or whatever, please do not read it. Go and knit a Jumper or something. If you have any positive comments please reply to above address. Flames will be treated with due contempt. This is my first contribution in recognition of all the fine stories in this archive and a tribute to their authors. Copyright 12/10/2000 Garage Days Revisited by the rexman 5:17 AM 12/11/00 Part I If I should start anywhere I guess I could relate to you how I came to be bi-sexual. I was about 11 yrs old when I got my first taste of sex, though my tutor was a man, he was exceptional at his job. Andy had a steel building that served as both house and garage, more studio than anything, the place had a homey feel to it as he asked my cousin (also 11 yrs old) and I if we would like to come in for a cool drink of lemonade. Since the place was not twenty yards from our grandmother’s apartment we thought that it was safe enough to go in and have that cold drink to help take the heat off the day. Andy had lived in the neighborhood for as long as we both could remember, he always waived to us if he per chance was outside while we were playing nearby, which seemed quite a lot. He was about 50 yrs old or so (a nice old man) and stood close to 6'6" and weighed close to 250 lbs. My cousin, Jim, and I went in to Andy's where he sat us down on an old couch, as he set about getting the drinks. He talked to us about the area we lived in and the people that we knew. He asked us about our parents, who they were, where we lived and stuff like that. I guess that was his plan all along, get the info on us so that he could use it against us if we didn't do as we were told. But that will be told later, for now let me relate to you the ease with which he was able to win us over and get closer at the same time. After we had finished our drinks, Andy told us that if we were ever thirsty, we could come on in and get a soda anytime we chose. He even went so far as to give us both a key to the back door. I felt odd that this strange man would let Jim and I have a key to his house, especially after he had just met us. But I let that pass, as he asked that it would be our secret, that the keys were tokens of a secret friendship. Secrets were cool, Jim and I had many of them that not even our parents knew anything about. So Jim and I agreed with Andy about the keys, thinking that this would really be neat. Nothing happened that day or the next. It was the day after we had first tried the keys when Andy wasn't home that Andy asked to see us that he had something really neat inside to show us. Jim hesitated thinking that maybe he was mad about finding the empty soda cans in the garbage yesterday. But I convinced him that Andy wouldn't be mad, as he had given us the keys for that purpose and none other. So I took the lead and went to Andy's house. He greeted us with the same warm and sincere smile that he had given us the first day we had met, with Jim in tow we went past his old Army truck into the living quarters in the back of the steel building. Jim and I had stolen a couple of smokes from his mom and asked Andy if he could keep the secret about us trying to smoke the rolled cigarettes. Andy thought that it was cute and offered to sit with us in case we got sick or something. I took the first draw off the cigarette that smelled quite unlike the usual smokes that my aunt had smoked around us. But Andy knew what they were, he asked if he could try it, and try he did. By that time Jim and me felt really woozy and strange at the same time, Andy must have sensed that luck was with him when Jim and I sort of leaned against Andy's sides trying to cope with the dizziness that we both felt. He placed his right hand on my thigh and the other on Jim's, sliding them ever closer to our privates. His caress was soft and very soothing; I had felt warm in that area before but never like this. I started to sweat a little when he started to apply firm pressure to the little bulge in my shorts. Jim must have had the same feeling as I cause I heard him moaning softly. Both hands had somehow found their way inside our waistbands, After feeling us up a bit, he bent over me and took my miniature boner in his mouth. It was mind blowing; his tongue danced around my little rod and caused me to shoot a dry load. Andy did this to Jim as well while I watched, Jim whimpered at the sensation and cooed softly when his deed was done also. Andy then opened up his work slacks and guided both our little hands to his bulging crotch, telling us to rub gently. Jim slipped his hand inside Andy's shorts and rubbed away, not a care in the world except being stoned and caressing the hot thing in Andy's shorts. I soon followed suit. It took a bit, but Andy finally lost it and shot white stuff in our hands, telling us to suck our fingertips of his cream. To out of it to argue we did as we were told. Afterwards, he slipped his tongue into ours mouths, to taste himself I suppose. As if that wasn't enough he carried us both into his small bedroom where he laid us both down. As we were being laid down, I started to feel much more pleasant than before, I couldn't feel Andy as he undress us both, and didn't seem to care one way or other anyway. Lying there on my stomach, I felt a warm and an almost painful sensation in my butt area. Andy was using a lubed finger to loosen me up; my hips took on a mind of their own then and started to move around creating wilder sensations than ever. Andy took his cue to tame my virgin ass while I was still in the grips of the funny smoke we had tried earlier. At first it was excruciating, the pain started to sober me up, but I soon realized that there was no going back, as Andy started to rape me. After screaming into the pillow for a few minutes, the pain started to subside, but the invader was still there. Pain soon became pleasure, as he worked my ass with slow and steady strokes, whispering in my ear saying that he really enjoyed fucking me. I also enjoyed it, saying that he could go faster if he wanted. Bad move! The pain came back, then left again, as he raged in and out of my tortured ass. I felt his hardness tense up a bit as he pulled all the way out, then rammed back in for one final thrust, panting and gasping, gripping my ass cheeks and massaging his now flaccid dick with my inner ass. When he withdrew from me, he sucked his juice out of my ass, saving it to share with me as he slipped his tongue into my awaiting mouth. Jim faired no better, getting fucked by a finger and then a large 9 inch dick, making Jim scream as much as I, though it was muffled by the pillow that I had placed in his face. Andy tore into Jim much the same way he had drilled me. Jim even asked for more when Andy started to slow down. Andy filled Jim’s ass with juice and sucked it out to share with him. Jim took it without complaint. Being that Jim and I were beginning to sober up, Andy said that this fun and exciting adventure was our secret and that if anyone ever found out, terrible things could happen to our parents. He said that he never wanted to see our parents punished for what we were doing if someone should find out. Here ends Part I of "Garage Days Revisited"