Date: Tue, 26 Jun 2001 22:56:18 -0700
From: ghstwrldfan@hotmail.com
Subject: 'Indian college buddy' (MM real coll interr) [1!1]

	The following story is a true event. If you have comments or similar
stories to share, feel free to contact me at ghstwrldfan@hotmail.com.
	I always wanted to try jacking off (without necessarily having sex) with
another guy and I finally got my chance. I've had sex with plenty of guys
before, but they never want to "just" jack off together--it's never enough,
they always want to do more. Not that I'm complaining, I simply wanted to
try something different for a change.
	One of my friends at the university is a fellow grad student in Physics
from Uttar Pradesh in India;  to most people he would be average-looking,
but for some reason I find him attractive. He has light brown skin, short
black hair, full lips, a rather large nose, and he's clean-shaven. We've had
a lot of open conversations about sex (he's straight), including
masturbation. The subject of porno movies came up (fancy that!) and I
invited him over to my place to watch a porno movie sometime. He had only
seen one or two before coming to the U.S.--they're illegal in India, it
seems. I had been keeping a couple of straight pornos in my collection just
for a special occasion like this.
	Anyway, shortly before school got out for the summer he came over to my
place and I popped in the porno. I let him have the couch all to himself and
I took the easy chair next to it. I could tell by the expression on his face
that he was fascinated by the porno, but he was a little put off by it at
the same time. At this point I was afraid that he wouldn't be receptive to
jacking off at all, but I decided to take a chance and go ahead with it
anyway. I figured we had already talked about jacking off to pornos over
e-mail, so he shouldn't be too shocked. I was already hard, so I unzipped my
pants and reached into my underwear, starting to stroke myself, but I didn't
expose anything yet. He was definitely nervous, but he didn't say anything
or indicate a desire to leave. After a few minutes, I took out my cock and
started jacking off in earnest, lubing it up with some vaseline that I was
keeping next to the easy chair.
	"This doesn't bother you does it?" I asked.
	"No, no, go ahead. Don't mind me," he said in his typical polite manner,
but he was clearly a little freaked out by what was happening.
	I continued to stroke myself slowly while we watched the video,
occasionally glancing over to see his reaction. Sometimes he looked over at
me, but mostly he kept his eyes glued to the video. Eventually he started to
relax; he got particularly turned on by a scene between two women, and I
could see a bulge swell in his jeans. Then he unbuttoned his jeans,
revealing a pair of bright red briefs. He started  to rub himself through
his underwear, and I could see the outline of his hardening cock underneath.
He then took out his cock and started to stroke it. The sight of his
cock--which was a slightly darker color than the rest of his body--standing
up in the bush of black hair made me even more excited. He wasn't terribly
large, maybe 5 inches or so, but he was uncut, which was a real turn-on for
me. I had never seen an uncut cock in real life before. I really got off on
watching the foreskin sliding over his moist purplish head while his hand
moved up and down the shaft. A small quantity of pre-cum spilled out the
head of his cock.
	"Do you want some of this?" I asked, holding out the jar of vaseline for
him.
	"No thanks, I don't really need it." he said. I remembered that he had told
me previously he didn't use lubrication. Since I'm circumcised and rarely
produce pre-cum, for me it's a necessity.
	After stroking myself a little longer, I could feel an orgasm approaching.
Then I stripped off all my clothes, which I could tell took him by surprise,
but he didn't say anything. He took off his t-shirt, but left the pants and
underwear around his knees. He had a light down of black hair covering his
chest and his slightly rounded belly. I was tempted to run my fingers
through it, but I knew somehow that would cross the unspoken line.
	By this point I was ready to come any minute, but I managed to hold off,
stopping briefly to let myself cool down while he continued to stroke
himself faster and faster, grabbing his balls with his free hand and yanking
them down a little to increase the pleasure. I knew he was about to come,
since he began to thrust his hips more and breathe in short stitches.
Several spurts of come landed on his belly, ran over the head of his cock,
down his hand. He collapsed into the couch and didn't move for a few
minutes. All this time I didn't take my eyes from him, but he no longer
seemed to mind that I was watching; he even displayed a little curiosity in
what I was doing. I continued to stroke myself slowly to the brink of
orgasm. The force of it surpised me--the first couple of shots landed in my
mouth and on my chin, something which only happens when I'm really excited.
The rest landed on my hairy chest and stomach--a real mess, but a satisfying
mess. The fact that he was watching me come directly in my mouth turned me
on even further.
	The rest was uneventful. We cleaned up, watched the end of the movie, which
was almost over by now, anyway. "Thanks for the movie," he said as he left.
I thought it was kind of funny, since I was the person who ought to thank
him. We haven't talked about what happened since, but somehow I get the
impression this is a one-time thing. We're still pretty good friends,
though.