Sally was whimpering her way through her third orgasm, gushing fluids into Beth’s open mouth. "Oh, God! No more! I can’t stand it!"
Lon grinned. "Come back here and lick my balls, then, while I give Beth her ride."
Beth let go and Sally crawled back to her boyfriend/master, who laughed. "Forget it, Babe — I don’t think you can get at 'em, anyway."
"Well…" Sally shrugged. Obviously, she was willing … Beth, unencumbered by having to tongue Sally’s gash, was throwing herself back at Lon energetically.
"See what you can do, then," Lon grunted. "Lick some clit if you can’t get to 'em…" He eyed her to see what her reaction would be, but Sally didn’t blink; she went over onto her back and wormed her way between Lon’s legs from behind. It turned out that she COULD get to his balls, sometimes, and it was a novel experience…
"Oh, Lonnie! Thank you, Baby! That’s so good!" Beth cooed as one of her orgasms swept over her.
"Swat her on the ass, occasionally," Toby grunted. "She likes it."
"So do I, Babe!" Louise muttered, turning her head, "So do I!" Toby shrugged and gave her a swat, noticing the effect — an involuntary tightening of Louise’s twat that took a few seconds to subside. After that, there wasn’t much talk — just wordless wails from the two older women and an occasional loud smack until the boys dribbled the remains of their daily semen production into their clutching cunts.
While they relaxed in the aftermath, Toby presented Louise with the two DVDs he had created for her. "I’m gonna fine-tune this, but here is the raw stuff."
"Thanks, Baby," Louise replied. "Thanks for everything."
"No problem," Toby grinned. "What are you going to tell the boys?"
Louise pursed her lips. "Just that it is handled, for now, I think. Terence…" her voice trailed off.
"We’ll find a way to help him, somehow," Toby promised.
"Thanks!" Louise smiled, and headed home. While Beth saw her to the door, Lon asked, "What are we supposed to do for him?"
"He needs to get to be okay with whatever it is that he is," Toby replied.
"Well, what is he?" Lon queried.
"He THINKS he’s bi," Toby replied. "But he’s afraid he’s gay."
"So? What am I supposed to do?" Lon asked. "Feed him dick? I’M not gay, despite what I did to his old man…"
Toby shrugged. "I’m not either, but I was in there swinging. I don’t think that wanting your cock sucked makes you gay — or even bi."
"Me either," Beth piped up, returning to the room. "Can I dress?"
"Sure." Toby waved approval. At Sally’s look of inquiry, Lon nodded, too.
"So what’s the problem?" Beth asked.
"Terence," Toby replied shortly.
"He’s pretty upset," Beth agreed.
"So what do YOU think?" Lon asked. "Is he queer?"
"I don’t think so," Beth replied. "I think he’s very bisexual, but not gay."
"How do you tell the difference?" Lon wanted to know.
"Well, it’s a range," Beth replied, holding up her hands. "Over here, you have your heterosexual guys who just don’t have any interest. That’s not the same as being homophobic or PRETENDING not to have any interest — some of those guys are liars." She waved her left hand. "Over here," she added, waving her right, "are gays — and they have no interest in girls — except maybe as friends or kindred souls. But in between…" She waved both hands. "There is a range. At the edges are guys who for all intents and purposes are either gay or heterosexual — but don’t mind having recreational sex with a guy or a gal — whatever. In the middle, you have guys who are omnivorous — they’ll fuck anything that walks…" She grinned.
"So how do you define somebody’s orientation?" Lon demanded.
"By who he can have relationships with, I think," Beth replied. "Recreational sex doesn’t count — it’s which sex he can develop a relationship with. A guy who can only fall in love with guys is gay…"
Toby frowned. "That would tend to mean that there are probably very few TRUE bisexuals…"
Beth nodded. "You’re right — they would be few and far between. And their environment wouldn’t help — any partner they have of either sex is unlikely to want to see him form attachments with the other. But a LOT of guys are functionally bisexual — meaning that they have sex with males and females — or did at some point in their lives."
Lon was frowning, so Beth came to his rescue, "A one-off is experimentation. Lots of young guys try it, because, for one thing, guys are constantly horny — and for another, guy sex is easier for guys to get than girl sex."
"It is?" Sally blinked.
Beth nodded. "Think about it. Many young guys probably fall into experimentation with one or two friends at an all-male sleepover or whatever, looking at porn. Somebody starts rubbing themselves off, and someone else ups the ante — it might take three or four outings or more, and the guys have to trust each other, because being outed as being gay is a real show-stopper, but eventually, two of them trade sucks. Or however many of them are present, because nobody can be allowed to sit it out, once it starts. It’s slow, but it happens — they start with masturbating each other, probably, and nothing else happens until trust builds up. But guys ALWAYS want to fuck, so once they get started, there is a good chance that eventually one of them will start sucking. I figure that’s what happened with Terence and Damian." Sally nodded, understanding. "But there are places — like those places Fred Carter was going to — where guys who have already decided that they like certain parts of the experience can go and meet others. And it’s not a relationship thing — it’s just sex. Since girls make things harder because they’re trying to set up a relationship, going somewhere just to get your cock sucked is a lot easier. It’s anonymous — no strings — the guy sucks, you cum, you’re out of there." Beth hesitated for a moment, then added, "Of course, because it IS anonymous, sometimes it might not be a guy…"
"No?" Sally looked surprised.
"My ex used to take me to places like that," Beth confided. "He would send me into a booth, and I couldn’t come out until I’d sucked a certain number of guys…"
Sally, shocked, flicked a glance at Lon, who looked thoughtful.
"Anyway," Beth put things back on track, "experimentation — guys or gals — is just that. Once or twice and you come to a crossroads where you decide that it’s just too gross or it’s an okay way to get your jollies. That’s where you become functionally bisexual. Terence and Damian are both functionally bisexual because they’ve made that decision — but how far down the road they are differs. Damian only engages in guy sex if there is a clear understanding that he’s going to get his end taken care of — and I bet that as long as he’s getting regular sex from a woman, he won’t bother. Terence, on the other hand, wants to experiment with guy sex — but he’s scared to death he’ll get branded. We all know that he has no problems with girls, but he really, REALLY wants to go all the way with a guy — and that’s scary for him, because of the consequences. And as for the emotional piece, the jury is still out and THAT scares him even more!"
"Yeah, well," Lon grunted. "I’m still hearing that he needs a fuck-buddy. I’m not sure I want to get into that. Besides, what happens if he gets all moon-eyed?"
Beth nodded, murmuring, "Those are the issues … You two haven’t really moved beyond experimentation — what you did to Terence’s father was rape, when you get right down to it. I hope you never plan on repeating anything like that…"