Date: Mon, 20 Feb 2023 22:29:00 +1000 From: Ellis Adcock Subject: 46 Burnham St. Chapter 3 - I, Twink (Bisexual - College) I hope you're enjoying the story so far... only one or two chapters to go! Please help to keep the publication of all these stories by donating to Nifty. 46 Burnham St Chapter 3: I, Twink An evening on a sofa with Robyn and Emma saw me get my first blowjob, and my first encounter with a female orgasm, but how would Steve take it? He was standing over me, my cock was still wet with spit and cum, my fingers still inside Emma's cunt and Robyn's finger up my arse. I worried that he might think me unfaithful. But we had only found each other a week ago... was it too soon to think of him as a boyfriend, someone I owed loyalty to when really all that had happened was me sucking him off one time? I didn't know, but I could see he was stiff, so I reached out and took his hand, stood up and hugged him. Without a word he led me up the stairs towards his bedroom. Before we got there, though, we detoured to the bathroom, and showered together - another first for me. Steve soaped me thoroughly, paying special attention to my cock, my balls and my butt cheeks. I did the same for him, kneeling down and starting to suck him before he pulled away. "Not yet, babe... I have plans for you tonight." We rinsed, and then towelled each other dry, and I started to put a towel around myself, but he stopped me, saying "No, I want someone to see us like this". I dropped the towel and he again took me by the hand and we walked naked down the hallway towards his room. Daniel and Andre were just going into Andre's room, and they stopped and stared, Andre openly ogling my stiff dick, and Daniel looking grim as he watched Steve lead me away. I knew Daniel had wanted Steve, and realised that this could strain our friendship. But right now I could only think about Steve, as we went into his room and he closed the door behind us. "Lay down and let me look at you." Steve said. I stretched out on my back. My big, cut cock had recovered from its encounter with Robyn's mouth, and was eager for more action, pointing rigidly up towards the ceiling. The room was brightly lit, giving Steve a chance to see every square inch of me. I should tell you about my body. I was always slim, and puberty had not left me hairy or spotty. I had a girlish figure, wide at the hips with long well-shaped legs, and slim wrists and arms. I was fair-skinned, and my hair was thick, longish and blonde. My chest was fleshy - basically I had the tits of a pubescent girl. At least one boy at school had noticed, and occasionally during breaks he would corner me and rub and stroke my nipples under my shirt. I never reported it, but it confused and concerned me a little, so I never let it go on for long. I guess I was a twink - although I didn't know the term back then. "Turn over" said Steve, and carefully stowing my cock down between my thighs, I rolled over. "Beautiful", he said. He ran a hand along the back of my thigh, ever so gently brushing the light hairs, and giving me goosebumps. He stopped before getting to my arse, then moved up and started on the hairs at the back of my neck, then down my spine - barely touching and making me shiver with pleasure. This time he didn't stop when he reached my butt cheeks, but gently swirled his fingertips over them. He ran his finger down the inside of my crack, not deep, just gentle brush strokes barely touching the skin. Without consciously meaning to, I raised my hips and tried to take his finger inside me. But he pulled away and laughed softly as he said "Not now, pretty boy... that's for another time. Now turn back over." I lay on my back and my cock bounced back to its pointing-at-the-ceiling position. Steve straddled me, his knees either side of my hips, and leaned down to suck on my little chest-bud tits. For a little while he would suck, then he'd flutter his tongue on my nipples - he was driving me wild with alternating modes of stimulation. Then he stopped, and moved up so his cock was resting on my chest. Steve pushed my tiny breasts together and held his cock down between them, rhythmically moving back and forth. Of course my tits were too small for what I guessed he wanted, but he seemed content, for now, with what I could give him. He stopped rubbing when the spit went dry. Leaning further forward, he put his cock to my lips. "Give me some lube." I didn't need any encouragement to open my mouth and let him slide on in. Steve's thrusts were slow at first - long and sensuous, stopping when only the very tip of his cock was in my mouth, then sliding smoothly back in. Without really thinking about it, I was applying a gentle sucking pressure, keeping his cock firmly pressed against my tongue the whole length, shaping my lips and increasing the suction as the last inch was about to slip out, making sure he never fully left my mouth, before he slid back in. He began to sigh softly, and his rhythm accelerated, the sighs got louder and became moans and then... he gushed. He pumped hot semen into my mouth, his cock throbbing so hard that I could feel each pulse of cum run the length of his dick to pool in my mouth. Everything stopped. Steve's cock was only just inside my mouth, the last of his cum running slowly out on to my tongue. I worked my mouth to keep it all inside, and slowly pushed him back off me so I could sit up. Looking intently into his eyes, I smiled and licked my lips, smearing them with a film of cum. Then, maintaining the gaze, I swallowed, making sure he could see the progress of his seed down my throat. We lay back, and he big-spooned me as we slept at last. I woke twice during the night - the first time to find Steve kneeling over me, tit-fucking me again. He made no attempt to enter my mouth, just used his lubed-up fingers and my tiny breasts to pleasure himself, and shooting a healthy stream of cum over my chest and neck. We slept again for a while, until I awoke to find myself grinding into his thigh, the remnants of a dream of Robyn and Emma fading as I came hard, and fell back into sleep.