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J/O with a straight friend...

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 30 Jun 2001 2 comments
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by ghstwrldfan I always wanted to try jacking off (without necessarily doing all the rest) 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 just wanted to try something different for a change. One of my friends at the university is from Uttar Pradesh, India; he's average-looking, but for some reason I find him attractive. He has short black hair, a finely detailed clean-shaven face with light brown skin. We've had a lot of open conversations about sex (he's straight) and at one point I even got him to talk about masturbation in a pretty frank manner. The subject of porno movies came up (naturally) and I invited him over to my place to watch a porno movie, since he had only seen one or two before coming to the U.S.--they're illegal in India, it seems. I have a couple straight pornos in my collection just for a special occasion like this, but this was the first such "special occasion" for me. Anyway, several weeks ago 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 like the easy chair better for jacking off, anyway. 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, 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 and started to stroke myself, but 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 stroking it in earnest, lubing it up with some vaseline that I was keeping next to the easy chair. Rather than watch the video, I was focused on watching my hand moving up and down my cock (which is only slightly larger than average, but nicely proportioned). I also looked over at him, as well. "This doesn't bother you does it?" I asked. "No, no, go ahead," he said, but he was clearly a little freaked out by what was happening. I continued to stroke it 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 and I could see his jeans tent up. He shifted around on the couch, trying to get comfortable. Then he unbuttoned his jeans, revealing a pair of bright red briefs. He took out his cock and started to stroke it as well. I held out the vaseline for him but he said no, he didn't need it. He wasn't terribly large, but he was uncut, which was a real turn-on for me, since I had never seen an uncut cock in real life before. I really got off on watching the foreskin sliding over his moist pink head while his hand moved up and down the shaft. Then I took off all my clothes, which again surprised him, but he didn't say anything. He took off his t-shirt, but left the jeans and underwear around his knees. He had a light down of black hair on his chest. 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 second, but I managed to hold off, stopping briefly to let myself cool down while he continued to stroke himself faster. I knew he was about to come, since he began to thrust his hips more and breathe in short stitches. Spurts of come landed on his lower belly, ran over the head of his cock, down his hand. He collapsed into the couch and didn't move for a few minutes. I continued to stroke myself slowly to the brink of orgasm. The force of it surpised me--the first couple of spurts landed in my mouth and on my chin, something which only happens when I'm really excited. The rest landed on my chest and stomach--a real mess, since I'm hairy--but a satisfying mess. The fact that he was watching me come 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 should 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.