fredtyg
Aug 16, 2009, 2:43 PM
Here's a story of my first actual bisexual experience. I was around 20 years old at the time. By bisexual I mean this is probably the only time in my life I had sex with a guy and a girl at the same time. I've had many sexual encounters with guys or girls by themselves, but not guys and girls together except this one, and it could of gone a little bit better:
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I was living in probably the most run down place I've ever lived in Eureka, CA: A one bedroom apartment on the West side. I lived by myself and kept mostly to myself except for when I was at work. I knew a number of people about the same age as me, though, having lived in a boarding house/ apartment unit when I first moved to town. I hadn't seen many of them except on occasion. One day, out of the blue, my old friend Jim B. showed up at my door.
He asked if I'd be interested in going out with him and some others that night for drinking and dancing. He was worried about me spending so much time alone. Well, drinking I have no problem with but dancing isn't my thing. Still, he was right. I did need to get out more, so I agreed and they came and got me after dark
We went to Fog's Fish and Chips in Eureka. Back then, it was more of a booze and dance place than a restaurant. Once there, I mostly sat and drank, talking with friends. Eventually, the beer kicked in and the homo in me came out as usually happens.
I wanted to suck some cock so I went and hung out in the men's bathroom for a while and, as guys came in to pee, I'd ask them if they wanted a blow job. I got no takers. I finally went back to my table, never thinking that all the guys I propositioned were probably pointing me out to everyone else, "That guy's a homo". That never occurred to me until later.
It got close to closing time and I figured I'd just be going home alone, as usual. Then I noticed something interesting: It seemed like the group I was with (there were maybe 8 or 10 of us) starting breaking up into small groups. People would be asking others if they wanted to leave with them and so forth.
About the time I thought I figured out what was going on my friend Jack came over. "Hey, would like to come with Heather and I to her house?". Yep, they were all picking sex partners. I got the feeling this happened regularly with them by how smoothly it seemed to work.
Heather??? Yesss!!! Both Jack and Heather lived at the apartments I moved into when we first came to Eureka. Heather was a couple years older than us, as I recall, but I always thought her an absolute fox. No way I thought I'd have a chance with her. Now here she is. Awesome!
So, we get into Jack's car and drive to the outskirts of town to Heather's house with only one minor interruption: We get pulled over by the cops about a quarter mile from Heather's house and Jack is drunk silly (as am I). The cop asks Jack to get out of the car and they go stand by the patrol car and take care of business.
Meanwhile, I'm all over Heather. We were making out before being pulled over and I'm still all over her. She's worried about Jack, though, and didn't get into it much after he got out of the car. I figured there wasn't much we could do about Jack's situation so I just went for Heather. We can bail Jack out of jail later, I figured.
Miracles of miracles, the cop lets Jack go and we head to Heather's house.
We get to the house and head to the bedroom where we all drop our clothes and hop into bed. I'm still all over Heather and I'm still not sure how this was supposed to work exactly. I'm guessing for both of us guys to work on her. No problem with me but there is a problem with Jack. He's passing out. Heather tries to pull him over next to her so she can have us both and he's almost completely out. Heather keeps saying, "Jack, come on. Jack...".
Hey, I'm here to help. I tell Heather "Hold on. Maybe this will help". I move over next to Jack and start sucking on his dick to see if maybe a boner can wake him up. Nope. Sucked and sucked and no boner. He was too far gone.
So, I roll back over on Heather and we go at it although I got the feeling she was disappointed she was stuck with just me. I did her twice in a row and then I fell asleep myself. Before I fell asleep I asked Heather what she thought about me sucking on Jack’s dick. She said, “That was beautiful”.
Funny that I remember more about that night than I do the next morning. I know I woke up, put on my clothes and walked all the way across town to my house, but not much more than that.
I would of loved to do that one again, with Jack awake so I could really suck on his dick, but I never saw Heather again. I don’t know why. I ended up running into Jack not too much later and ended up sucking him off at least a few times. He might of even fucked me. Those drunken days I don't remember well, but I know back then I asked him if he remembered me sucking on his dick that night we were at Heather's house and he did. I thought he'd of been too far gone. He told me, "That blew my mind".
I'll post the story of my later encounters with Jack here later on.
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I was living in probably the most run down place I've ever lived in Eureka, CA: A one bedroom apartment on the West side. I lived by myself and kept mostly to myself except for when I was at work. I knew a number of people about the same age as me, though, having lived in a boarding house/ apartment unit when I first moved to town. I hadn't seen many of them except on occasion. One day, out of the blue, my old friend Jim B. showed up at my door.
He asked if I'd be interested in going out with him and some others that night for drinking and dancing. He was worried about me spending so much time alone. Well, drinking I have no problem with but dancing isn't my thing. Still, he was right. I did need to get out more, so I agreed and they came and got me after dark
We went to Fog's Fish and Chips in Eureka. Back then, it was more of a booze and dance place than a restaurant. Once there, I mostly sat and drank, talking with friends. Eventually, the beer kicked in and the homo in me came out as usually happens.
I wanted to suck some cock so I went and hung out in the men's bathroom for a while and, as guys came in to pee, I'd ask them if they wanted a blow job. I got no takers. I finally went back to my table, never thinking that all the guys I propositioned were probably pointing me out to everyone else, "That guy's a homo". That never occurred to me until later.
It got close to closing time and I figured I'd just be going home alone, as usual. Then I noticed something interesting: It seemed like the group I was with (there were maybe 8 or 10 of us) starting breaking up into small groups. People would be asking others if they wanted to leave with them and so forth.
About the time I thought I figured out what was going on my friend Jack came over. "Hey, would like to come with Heather and I to her house?". Yep, they were all picking sex partners. I got the feeling this happened regularly with them by how smoothly it seemed to work.
Heather??? Yesss!!! Both Jack and Heather lived at the apartments I moved into when we first came to Eureka. Heather was a couple years older than us, as I recall, but I always thought her an absolute fox. No way I thought I'd have a chance with her. Now here she is. Awesome!
So, we get into Jack's car and drive to the outskirts of town to Heather's house with only one minor interruption: We get pulled over by the cops about a quarter mile from Heather's house and Jack is drunk silly (as am I). The cop asks Jack to get out of the car and they go stand by the patrol car and take care of business.
Meanwhile, I'm all over Heather. We were making out before being pulled over and I'm still all over her. She's worried about Jack, though, and didn't get into it much after he got out of the car. I figured there wasn't much we could do about Jack's situation so I just went for Heather. We can bail Jack out of jail later, I figured.
Miracles of miracles, the cop lets Jack go and we head to Heather's house.
We get to the house and head to the bedroom where we all drop our clothes and hop into bed. I'm still all over Heather and I'm still not sure how this was supposed to work exactly. I'm guessing for both of us guys to work on her. No problem with me but there is a problem with Jack. He's passing out. Heather tries to pull him over next to her so she can have us both and he's almost completely out. Heather keeps saying, "Jack, come on. Jack...".
Hey, I'm here to help. I tell Heather "Hold on. Maybe this will help". I move over next to Jack and start sucking on his dick to see if maybe a boner can wake him up. Nope. Sucked and sucked and no boner. He was too far gone.
So, I roll back over on Heather and we go at it although I got the feeling she was disappointed she was stuck with just me. I did her twice in a row and then I fell asleep myself. Before I fell asleep I asked Heather what she thought about me sucking on Jack’s dick. She said, “That was beautiful”.
Funny that I remember more about that night than I do the next morning. I know I woke up, put on my clothes and walked all the way across town to my house, but not much more than that.
I would of loved to do that one again, with Jack awake so I could really suck on his dick, but I never saw Heather again. I don’t know why. I ended up running into Jack not too much later and ended up sucking him off at least a few times. He might of even fucked me. Those drunken days I don't remember well, but I know back then I asked him if he remembered me sucking on his dick that night we were at Heather's house and he did. I thought he'd of been too far gone. He told me, "That blew my mind".
I'll post the story of my later encounters with Jack here later on.