[FIC] Bisexual part 3 (Gene/Sam, Chris/Sam, Sam/Annie, etc)
Bisexual 03
Pairings: Gene/Sam, Ray/Sam, Chris/Sam, Sam/Annie, Sam/?
Rating: Brown Cortina (very mature!)
Warnings: PWP, minor spankings, oral, slash, het, and lots of multi-partnered sex
Notes: For Porntober! Been wanting to do this sort of fic for a while now. It's mostly just smut, smut, and more smut. Also, Sam is an actual bisexual in the physical sense as well as emotional *coughhermcough*.
Additional notes: I don't know much about hermaphrodites when I wrote this, so please excuse any errors in that; this is merely just for fun, and of course for the smut.
Words: 1,452 (Next chapter looks like it’ll be much longer than this or the last one)
Summary: After accidentally admitting to being a bisexual to the majority of the team, Sam finds himself the target of lustful fulfillment.
Disclaimer: I do not own, more's the pity.
Part one.
Part two.
~**~
It wasn't until the day was nearly over when another such incident occurred. Sam was just thinking about telling Gene about what Ray did in the collator's den as he stood at the urinal when Chris walked in.
Chris, bless him, squeaked in surprise, thinking he shouldn't be seeing Sam in here, but then he visibly relaxed when he realized that Sam was actually peeing while standing up. Why Sam wouldn't be using the men's room was beyond him, but he supposed with Chris' ignorant, simple thinking was to be expected. He was sure that most thought when he said he was bisexual they took it to mean that he owned male and female parts, but Sam wasn't sure if they truly believed him.
Shyly, Chris walked to the urinal next to Sam's and whipped it out with shaky hands. He hummed nervously, making Sam smile in amusement. It was kind of cute how Chris was trying to act like nothing had changed.
"Hey, Chris."
"Boss." Chris replied with a squeak, and then cleared his throat. "So, uh, yer bisexual then."
Sam looked over just in time to see Chris wince as he mentally berated himself for such a stupid comment. It made Sam smile.
"Yes, I am. You have nothing wrong with that, do you?"
"No, no, 'course not," he said quickly. "You're a bloke who likes girls, just like me, yeah? So, no worries."
"I'm considered mostly bloke," said Sam, and then decided not to lie to him. "But I do own both male and female parts, if you're wondering."
"You really do?" Chris gasped, squeaking slightly again.
"Yes, I do," Sam smiled, a bit charmed by Chris' boyish behavior.
"Can I see?" Chris blurted, and then blushed and looked away. "Er, I mean…"
"It's all right, Chris. I don't mind showing you." Sam tucked himself away and zipped up. "If you're that curious."
"Yeah. Yeah, I am," said Chris. Then quickly he added, "You're not able to get pregnant, are you, boss?"
"No," said Sam. He was amused that everyone needed to ask that. "I have the womb but no egg sacs. They were never fully developed." Which was an odd thing to learn when one was going through puberty.
During the first year his body began to develop, he'd had cramps and sometimes spotting, which scared the crap out of him at first, but then his mum explained to him about his female part. She looked almost relieved to find him getting his period, as if she'd been secretly praying he could get pregnant, but when he stopped completely by age sixteen she'd had mixed emotions about it. Sam had just been relieved not to suffer through cramps and wearing maxi pads any more. A couple visits to the doctor confirmed that his body was adjusting more to the testosterone, and that he was barren.
"Bet that's a relief, huh, boss?" Chris smiled.
Sam sighed, almost sadly. "Yeah, guess it is." Now that he thought more on it, he almost wished he could get pregnant. He was just that curious. Plus, if he ever got involved in a close relationship with another guy at least then they could make a family if they really wanted. He supposed he'd have to just face facts that he was more bloke than bird.
They went into a stall so that Sam could show Chris and satisfy his curiosity. He pulled his jeans and underpants down in one fell swoop and then bent over the open toilet, holding himself up against the tank. Chris slowly bent down to get a better look.
"Oh, yeah, you do 'ave one, then."
"Yup." Sam smiled, fighting off a laugh. Then he jumped at the feel of a finger lightly touching the inside folds of his cunt, gently smearing some wetness around. Sam was glad he had been able to wash up down there after his affair with Gene.
"It's lovely, boss," Chris whispered, as if in awe.
Sam blushed softly. "Thanks, Chris."
"Um, may I--?" Chris began, but before Sam could ask him what he wanted, he felt a warm, wet tongue glide from the bottom up. Sam shivered from the feel, toes curling and legs widening as far as they'll go with his trousers around his ankles. Chris continued to taste him, and Sam felt himself grow hard from it. Then there was a finger sliding in, probing carefully and thoughtfully. Sam gasped and pushed back against Chris' finger. Chris slipped in a second.
"Chris."
"Not got much 'air on yeh, do ya, boss? And a much smoother arse than I thought you had. It's nice." Chris' fingers moved slower, gentler; Sam was getting wetter. "Yer getting 'ard, aren't ya?" Chris whispered, and Sam could clearly hear the lust in Chris' voice.
"C-can't 'elp it," Sam moaned. "Oh, fuck!" He overflowed onto Chris' fingers and palm, warm and sticky, as Chris found his sweet spot. He didn't stop, however, and continued to dig into Sam as though drilling for more of that sweet honey. He then felt a tongue joining the fingers, lapping lazy circles; Sam's thighs started to shake.
"I don't normally care for blokes…" Chris mumbled against Sam, lapping a few more times before stopping. "But I'm so turned on right now I can't stand it any more…" He gently took his fingers out, and then unsurprisingly unzipped his fly. Sam had a distinct feeling this would happen. He found he didn't mind one bit as his wet hole twitched in arousal.
Chris sunk his wet fingers up to the knuckles into Sam again and moved them around less shyly. Sam moaned and arched his back to let Chris know he had permission to take him.
"Am I the first?" Chris asked. "From the station, I mean."
Sam wasn't sure if he wanted to lie about that to Chris or not, so he hesitated. But because of the hesitation, it dawned on the young DC.
"I'm not, am I?" It wasn't a question.
"Chris, I…" but before he could finish his comment, Chris was sinking his cock into him. It slipped in fairly easy, from how wet and open Sam was and because Chris wasn't as big as Gene or Ray, but it still felt incredible. He wiggled his arse, and Chris spanked it. Sam jumped; surprised Chris would even do such a thing, but he loved it just the same. He moaned when Chris did it again, and then Chris bent forward to curl his arms around Sam's chest and clasp his hands onto his shoulders for leverage.
Sam turned his head a little when Chris pressed the side of his face into his and their lips softly met. He had a feeling it would be Chris to show such intimate and sweet emotions during an intense shagging. Chris slapped his arse again after releasing his lips.
"Oh yes, Chris," Sam encouraged. "Fuck me faster, oh God…"
Chris did, growling softly into his ear, hips bruising as they snapped against Sam. The sounds of their fucking echoed through the men's room and their pants and moans sounded heavier. Chris grabbed as much hair as he could on Sam's head and yanked his head back to scrape his teeth along Sam's throat. Sam whimpered, taking himself in hand and stroking as fast as Chris was pounding.
Chris straightened, grasped Sam's hips tightly, and sped up his thrusts as he neared climax. Sam shivered as he found completion for the third time that day, spasming around Chris and balls tightening as he came into the toilet below. Chris lost rhythm as he let his orgasm over take him, coming in hard bursts inside Sam.
Carefully he slid out and put himself away. Sam's legs were shaking as Chris' cum oozed out. Chris surprised Sam by pushing a finger back into him, playing with his own spunk mixed with Sam's juices. Sam let out a small whine, that part of his body still trembling and singing for more.
"That was fun, boss," said Chris, sounding more like a cocky man than a nervous one. "Let's do it again some time."
And then Chris smacked a hand over Sam's arse again, and Sam whimpered from the shock of the vibration it sent through him. Wanting Chris to keep fucking him didn't make him a slut, did it?
When Chris left the gent's, Sam quickly sat on the toilet to let the rest of Chris' cum slide out and into the bowl. He rested his forehead onto the cool wall tiles as he slowly calmed down before he was ready to get back to his desk.
From famine to feast and back to famine again.
On to part four.
Pairings: Gene/Sam, Ray/Sam, Chris/Sam, Sam/Annie, Sam/?
Rating: Brown Cortina (very mature!)
Warnings: PWP, minor spankings, oral, slash, het, and lots of multi-partnered sex
Notes: For Porntober! Been wanting to do this sort of fic for a while now. It's mostly just smut, smut, and more smut. Also, Sam is an actual bisexual in the physical sense as well as emotional *coughhermcough*.
Additional notes: I don't know much about hermaphrodites when I wrote this, so please excuse any errors in that; this is merely just for fun, and of course for the smut.
Words: 1,452 (Next chapter looks like it’ll be much longer than this or the last one)
Summary: After accidentally admitting to being a bisexual to the majority of the team, Sam finds himself the target of lustful fulfillment.
Disclaimer: I do not own, more's the pity.
Part one.
Part two.
~**~
It wasn't until the day was nearly over when another such incident occurred. Sam was just thinking about telling Gene about what Ray did in the collator's den as he stood at the urinal when Chris walked in.
Chris, bless him, squeaked in surprise, thinking he shouldn't be seeing Sam in here, but then he visibly relaxed when he realized that Sam was actually peeing while standing up. Why Sam wouldn't be using the men's room was beyond him, but he supposed with Chris' ignorant, simple thinking was to be expected. He was sure that most thought when he said he was bisexual they took it to mean that he owned male and female parts, but Sam wasn't sure if they truly believed him.
Shyly, Chris walked to the urinal next to Sam's and whipped it out with shaky hands. He hummed nervously, making Sam smile in amusement. It was kind of cute how Chris was trying to act like nothing had changed.
"Hey, Chris."
"Boss." Chris replied with a squeak, and then cleared his throat. "So, uh, yer bisexual then."
Sam looked over just in time to see Chris wince as he mentally berated himself for such a stupid comment. It made Sam smile.
"Yes, I am. You have nothing wrong with that, do you?"
"No, no, 'course not," he said quickly. "You're a bloke who likes girls, just like me, yeah? So, no worries."
"I'm considered mostly bloke," said Sam, and then decided not to lie to him. "But I do own both male and female parts, if you're wondering."
"You really do?" Chris gasped, squeaking slightly again.
"Yes, I do," Sam smiled, a bit charmed by Chris' boyish behavior.
"Can I see?" Chris blurted, and then blushed and looked away. "Er, I mean…"
"It's all right, Chris. I don't mind showing you." Sam tucked himself away and zipped up. "If you're that curious."
"Yeah. Yeah, I am," said Chris. Then quickly he added, "You're not able to get pregnant, are you, boss?"
"No," said Sam. He was amused that everyone needed to ask that. "I have the womb but no egg sacs. They were never fully developed." Which was an odd thing to learn when one was going through puberty.
During the first year his body began to develop, he'd had cramps and sometimes spotting, which scared the crap out of him at first, but then his mum explained to him about his female part. She looked almost relieved to find him getting his period, as if she'd been secretly praying he could get pregnant, but when he stopped completely by age sixteen she'd had mixed emotions about it. Sam had just been relieved not to suffer through cramps and wearing maxi pads any more. A couple visits to the doctor confirmed that his body was adjusting more to the testosterone, and that he was barren.
"Bet that's a relief, huh, boss?" Chris smiled.
Sam sighed, almost sadly. "Yeah, guess it is." Now that he thought more on it, he almost wished he could get pregnant. He was just that curious. Plus, if he ever got involved in a close relationship with another guy at least then they could make a family if they really wanted. He supposed he'd have to just face facts that he was more bloke than bird.
They went into a stall so that Sam could show Chris and satisfy his curiosity. He pulled his jeans and underpants down in one fell swoop and then bent over the open toilet, holding himself up against the tank. Chris slowly bent down to get a better look.
"Oh, yeah, you do 'ave one, then."
"Yup." Sam smiled, fighting off a laugh. Then he jumped at the feel of a finger lightly touching the inside folds of his cunt, gently smearing some wetness around. Sam was glad he had been able to wash up down there after his affair with Gene.
"It's lovely, boss," Chris whispered, as if in awe.
Sam blushed softly. "Thanks, Chris."
"Um, may I--?" Chris began, but before Sam could ask him what he wanted, he felt a warm, wet tongue glide from the bottom up. Sam shivered from the feel, toes curling and legs widening as far as they'll go with his trousers around his ankles. Chris continued to taste him, and Sam felt himself grow hard from it. Then there was a finger sliding in, probing carefully and thoughtfully. Sam gasped and pushed back against Chris' finger. Chris slipped in a second.
"Chris."
"Not got much 'air on yeh, do ya, boss? And a much smoother arse than I thought you had. It's nice." Chris' fingers moved slower, gentler; Sam was getting wetter. "Yer getting 'ard, aren't ya?" Chris whispered, and Sam could clearly hear the lust in Chris' voice.
"C-can't 'elp it," Sam moaned. "Oh, fuck!" He overflowed onto Chris' fingers and palm, warm and sticky, as Chris found his sweet spot. He didn't stop, however, and continued to dig into Sam as though drilling for more of that sweet honey. He then felt a tongue joining the fingers, lapping lazy circles; Sam's thighs started to shake.
"I don't normally care for blokes…" Chris mumbled against Sam, lapping a few more times before stopping. "But I'm so turned on right now I can't stand it any more…" He gently took his fingers out, and then unsurprisingly unzipped his fly. Sam had a distinct feeling this would happen. He found he didn't mind one bit as his wet hole twitched in arousal.
Chris sunk his wet fingers up to the knuckles into Sam again and moved them around less shyly. Sam moaned and arched his back to let Chris know he had permission to take him.
"Am I the first?" Chris asked. "From the station, I mean."
Sam wasn't sure if he wanted to lie about that to Chris or not, so he hesitated. But because of the hesitation, it dawned on the young DC.
"I'm not, am I?" It wasn't a question.
"Chris, I…" but before he could finish his comment, Chris was sinking his cock into him. It slipped in fairly easy, from how wet and open Sam was and because Chris wasn't as big as Gene or Ray, but it still felt incredible. He wiggled his arse, and Chris spanked it. Sam jumped; surprised Chris would even do such a thing, but he loved it just the same. He moaned when Chris did it again, and then Chris bent forward to curl his arms around Sam's chest and clasp his hands onto his shoulders for leverage.
Sam turned his head a little when Chris pressed the side of his face into his and their lips softly met. He had a feeling it would be Chris to show such intimate and sweet emotions during an intense shagging. Chris slapped his arse again after releasing his lips.
"Oh yes, Chris," Sam encouraged. "Fuck me faster, oh God…"
Chris did, growling softly into his ear, hips bruising as they snapped against Sam. The sounds of their fucking echoed through the men's room and their pants and moans sounded heavier. Chris grabbed as much hair as he could on Sam's head and yanked his head back to scrape his teeth along Sam's throat. Sam whimpered, taking himself in hand and stroking as fast as Chris was pounding.
Chris straightened, grasped Sam's hips tightly, and sped up his thrusts as he neared climax. Sam shivered as he found completion for the third time that day, spasming around Chris and balls tightening as he came into the toilet below. Chris lost rhythm as he let his orgasm over take him, coming in hard bursts inside Sam.
Carefully he slid out and put himself away. Sam's legs were shaking as Chris' cum oozed out. Chris surprised Sam by pushing a finger back into him, playing with his own spunk mixed with Sam's juices. Sam let out a small whine, that part of his body still trembling and singing for more.
"That was fun, boss," said Chris, sounding more like a cocky man than a nervous one. "Let's do it again some time."
And then Chris smacked a hand over Sam's arse again, and Sam whimpered from the shock of the vibration it sent through him. Wanting Chris to keep fucking him didn't make him a slut, did it?
When Chris left the gent's, Sam quickly sat on the toilet to let the rest of Chris' cum slide out and into the bowl. He rested his forehead onto the cool wall tiles as he slowly calmed down before he was ready to get back to his desk.
From famine to feast and back to famine again.
On to part four.