Are yo bisexual?

[BIRJO]

 
Listen, friends, I have never been an avowed bisexual…. but have always remained curious and thus have been through some bi-experiences: some pleasant and some funny.

Earliest homo-sexual experience I remember was being fondled by a neighbourhood older servant under the staircase bed of our old cook. 

They were cracking jokes at my size and laughing as this sinewy guy fondled my little penis and scrotal region. 

My testicles had not descended then. 

Fortunately, he didn’t ask me to touch him; for he was awfully smelly. 

He chewed paan leaves and also smoked biri incessantly.

 

Mid school, I had grown curious about not only neighbourhood girls but also young boys! 

I was secretly quite naughty. 

At this time, we had grown to exchange PORN books – rarely with clear, coloured pictures - within our peers and had started masturbating regularly. The boudoir for my secret pleasures was a ground floor meeting chamber rarely used excepting evenings and Sunday mornings. 

Now to come to the story. 

There were these attractive Eurasian brothers in the locality, mother was from erstwhile USSR… the younger brother was about 5 years junior to me and prepubertaly precocious. He was called Bubka.

 

A cute, chubby and fair cheeseball, the rascal got scent of my lust-lair from another naughty teen (my regular neighbourhood porn supplier).
I was then a little curious about young boys, mainly to douse my academic curiosity of comparisons with my newfound erection, as well as to experience a blow-job.
He came over in the early afternoon of a summer holiday, laughed about his ‘thingie’ and showed me by opening his shorts.
He was beautiful and his fair skin almost seduced me.
We easily drifted into fondling each other.

 

I was into early puberty, he was pre-pube.
He started in shock and awe at the size of my erection, my enlarged glan beneath the peeled foreskin.
My cock had grown thick veins.
He was fascinated by my pubic thatch and peered down my scrotum to inspect my hairy balls. 

He had seen his Eurasian mother’s pubic thatch without her knowing and was desperate to see its male counterpart but couldn't ask his burly elder brother as he was a bully.
His penis was smaller by comparison, and quite a little pink beauty!
I touched his tip and he rolled over in pleasure.
His testicles were still half-descending.
Bubka was a blond but had a completely hairless pubis till then.
Gradually, we were peeling each others foreskins to compare cocks and glans.  

I helped him peel his resistant skin easily, and he would massage my pecker in return.

 

All this while I was trying to make him suck me, but he was wincing at the very idea of licking a ‘dirty’ thing. 

Eventually, we made a pact, whereby I would first show him how to lick a cock.

 

A few evenings later, I went over to his house. 

It was dark under their stairs. 

I made him strip, took out his semi-hard penis, pressed back the pink foreskin and exposed the small glan, gorged by blood! 

He trembled in excitement as I gave a few licks to the throbbing tip. 

Suddenly, as my mouth engulfed his baby glan, he convulsed his torso by holding the back of my head, and let go a jet of urine in my mouth! 

The rascal had actually peed inside me as an improvised prank. 

I was completely disgusted and threw him down and walked away.... Peeing as a fetish was still outside my carnal curriculum. 

That was the end of the Eurasian story.   (cont'd)

Some years later, in high school, I experienced gay love again, this time with a younger and handsome first-cousin who was then in mid school. 
One winter all of us cousin boys chatted till the dark hours of the night, till we finally fell asleep under a big blanket. 
We slept adjacent to each other like stacked spoons and woke up midway to discover the mutual pleasure of erections poking at our soft loins as the others slept through! 
I pressed my enlarging dick into his loins first, and later, when he slowly turned inquisitively to face me, into his soft belly. 

Bapun touched my cock very tentatively, his eyes glistening in an oblique blob of light from the streets as he looked into my eyes questioningly. I could read from his eyes that here was a Godsend opportunity to pleasure our bodies. 

Never taking my eyes off from his, I guided his trembling fingers on my cock, and his cold knuckles felt the veins of my cock. He obviously liked the feel of a hot shaft, for he started massaging my cock, first hesitantly and then vigorously -  as I, more out of reciprocal courtesy than anything else, stroked his smaller dark shaft too. 
We had to be careful because the other boys could not be allowed to be woken up by the concealed motion of our hands, and I was approaching climax fast. 

Bapun was fully erect but I guess still not manufacturing sperm in large quantities. 

So I let go of his penis, and now I forced his head under the sheet onto my dickhead. 
He understood the implication of my insistent pressure on his head, and I felt the heavenly feel of his salivating mouth around my cockhead for the first time in my life. 

Breathless with excitement and tense with the fear of a goof-up, i pumped on into his mouth vigorously, but he was generously accommodating. I clasped onto his thick curly hairs as I soon erupted, and he gulped down the entire big load of pent-up adolescent sperm under the sheet without making a noise. 
Whew!

I was breathless and shaking, and frankly too tired to reciprocate. 
He understood and we soon fell asleep. 

When we woke up the next day, glances were initially a little stiff initially, but eventually things became easy. So my first experience of a blow-job was actually on a gay boys’ night.

 

Although, strange as it may sound, at that same period of time, I was drifting into a (what would be a longlasting) hetero-sexual relationship with another older cousin, without his or anybody’s knowledge. That is another enchanting story.