Date: Wed, 8 Feb 2023 21:18:30 +1000 From: Ellis Adcock Subject: 46 Burnham St Chapter 1 (bisexual) 46 Burnham St Chapter 1: There's something I've always wanted to try We were nineteen, Steve and I. We went to different universities in the same city, and while I was still living with my parents, Steve lived in a big share-house in Paddington, with a bunch of other students. We met through my best friend from school, Daniel, who had a huge crush on Steve. Not having had any actual sexual experience at the time, and always having fantasised about girls when wanking, I didn't know what to make of Daniel's attraction to another guy. But it was our wild years, and I didn't really worry about it. Daniel (always Daniel, never Dan or Danny) and I spent a lot of time at that house -- drinking, smoking, playing music and just generally being young adults growing up. One Sunday evening we were all in the living room. Nine or ten people in a dimly-lit room, on chairs and sofas, sprawled on the carpet -- talking, drinking wine, smoking dope and listening to trippy music. Rusty and Linda started kissing. Then Chris and Sally started. Daniel was on the other side of the room deeply pashing André, a gorgeous French boy. It was like a sensual spirit had entered the room and we had all been taken by it. Emma was on a couch between Steve and me. We both started kissing her, and fondling her breasts. Couples started leaving for the bedrooms, and Emma, Steve and I went upstairs to Steve's room. Emma undressed -- I sucked her tits and fingered her. Soon we were all naked, and Emma stroked and caressed my stiff cock, already wet with pre-cum. I felt Steve's hand join mine in fingering her cunt, and she moaned as we each sucked a tit. We were all young, inexperienced and not sure how far we should take things. I was a virgin... was I going to fuck Emma? Would she suck my cock the way I'd heard women could do? I was in a whirl of confusion and wild urges, not sure what to do, or even what I wanted to do. Then came a moment of piercing clarity -- Emma moved and I could see Steve's cock for the first time. I instantly knew what I wanted, and though I honestly don't think I'd thought of it before, I found myself saying "There's something I've always wanted to do..." I leaned over to Steve and took his cock into my mouth. That was it -- I was only there for Steve, and he for me. Emma took the hint pretty quickly and left, throwing an ambiguous remark over her shoulder as she went. With her gone, Steve and I had the bed to ourselves, and we got comfortable. Steve lay back and I started sucking his cock in earnest, just following my instincts as they led me to lick his shaft, cup his balls in my hands, kiss his beautiful flat belly... and return to his cock time and again, now taking just the tip and sliding my lips back and forth over it, now taking the full length as far as I could. Remember that I'd never contemplated sucking another man's cock. Now I was totally absorbed in the experience, feeling Steve's body quiver, listening to his moans, and basking in the joy of bringing such pleasure to another human being. And it all seemed so come naturally to me, as if that sensual spirit had taken full possession of me and was guiding my actions. But wouldn't you think that with all I was doing, I'd be ready for what happened next? Nope. Steve came in my mouth, and I was totally unprepared for it. I pulled away in surprise and confusion, spat his cum on the sheets and grabbed some water to rinse my mouth out. I was naive and inexperienced, in a situation that I'd never anticipated, and acting on impulses I didn't know I had. Looking back, I see I was so taken by my instincts that my rational mind had short-circuited temporarily and I was incapable of seeing beyond my immediate needs to the inevitable outcome. I never made that mistake again. And in the weeks following, my range of experiences would expand exponentially, as Steve and I discovered new things about each other, and ourselves.