When in India do as ........

Reading the stories on here I realise I'm not the only married guy in his 50's who's mind wanders back to male male action that took place in his formative years. Although like many I had had some teenage adventures this is the only time I had a man on man experience in my adult years. In my early 20's I was invited out to stay with a friend in India for a couple of months. We had met in the UK whilst he was over playing cricket and become good friends through our sporting interests. Sex never came into it. He had a wife back home and I had a girlfriend. However all that changed during my holiday. I had been staying with the family for a few weeks when it was decided that some sightseeing was in order so a boy's mini break was arranged. To save money we shared a twin room and it was a couple of days into the break that it happened. My friend had woken first and I could hear him moving around when he called to me. When I looked over he was stood there naked, something I had seen lots of times before, but on this occasion sporting morning wood. My first reaction was complete shock, but I couldn't look away. He said this is what happens when I'm away from the wife for a few days and the cum builds up. He asked how I was managing after a couple of weeks and I admitted that due to lack of time and privacy, I hadn't been able to take care of myself. He said you must be bursting I bet you are hard, and he was right I was. Under the covers I was sporting my own morning wood and I blushed as I nodded in agreement. Looks like we both need some relief he said, as he began to slide his foreskin back and forth over his cock head. Don't be shy he said as he walked over to my bed and pulled the covers back to reveal my own cock tenting in my shorts. Come on he said no secrets between friends, and I slipped down my shorts and my cock sprang out. I was now laid in bed as he jerked his cock just inches from my face, with my own cock rock hard and pulsing. We were both about the same length and uncut, but his cock was slimmer. Come on then what are you waiting for he said, so I grabbed my cock and began to jerk. It felt wonderful and it wasn't long before I was leaking pre cum. It was a surreal moment, broken only when my friend asked me if I wanted a hand, and before I could answer he had stroked my thigh and slid his hand up to cup my balls. This was too much for me and I could soon feel my orgasm building. As I lay back on the bed with his cock bouncing around just above my face he took over jerking my cock and I thought I was going to burst before, before erupting into a huge orgasm shooting cum all over my stomach and chest. He slowed right down but kept hold of my cock as he slowly eased the last drips of cum out of me. Using his cum covered hand he coated his own cock with my cum and began to jerk himself, aren't you going to return the favour? he asked. It was strange as during my earlier teenage experiences with other boys I always lost some interest after my own orgasm, however on this occasion I was so horny that I happily took his cock and began to stroke him. he was soon leaking pre cum and I used my fingers to smear it around his cock head as I jerked him. I was amazed to feel that my own cock that had hardly softened after my orgasm, was throbbing and growing again. It's amazing what abstinence can do. Holding his cock I pulled it gently towards mine and with one cock in each hand I rubbed the cock heads together, mixing pre cum and old cum. This was too much for him and I felt his cock throb in my hand as he shot his hot cum all over my cock and balls. By this stage we were both drenched in sweat and I had lost all inhibitions. Using his cum as lube I jerked my tender but willing cock to its second orgasm in the hour, something I have never managed again to this day. Well after that we were both drained and satisfied and we got cleaned up and went out for the day. We went back to his house a day later, so there was no repeat performance, and although there were a few knowing looks and winks nothing else happened for the rest of the holiday. That was my one and only adult male male experience and it's funny but as I get older my mind seems to drift back to it more and more.