Indian Gay sex story – My first step to sucking cock – 1

Indian Gay sex story – My first step to sucking cock – 1

I am a cocksucker. Sucking cock is my true passion and calling in life. I did not know it at the time, but my first step to sucking cock took place shortly after I started my first year of University.

I had slept in the same room as others before: sleepovers, camping trips–that sort of thing. Living in a shared dorm room is a completely different experience. There is no privacy and no secrets. I knew Varun, my roommate, jerked off, and I am sure he knew I did the same. I had even discovered his still wet cum towel one-day doing laundry. As I said, there is no privacy.

Varun and I had both jerked off while the other was in the room. It had always been with the lights off and with the pre-tense that the other was fast asleep. Varun did it all the time, but I would try and wait until I had our dorm room to myself for a half-hour. It was during one of these solo sessions that my journey began.

I was sitting on my desk chair jerking away in my own little fantasy world when I thought I heard something in the room. I stopped, looked around, and saw Varun standing there with a smirk on his face.

“I guess you didn’t hear me come in.” I couldn’t think of anything intelligent to say, so sat there like a deer in headlights. “As long as you’re not going to put that away, do `you mind if I join in?”

Varun moved behind me and leaned on the bed looking over my shoulder. He had hauled his cock out, and suggested I turn on my computer to check out some video clips he had downloaded. I opened the folder he said would have the files, and discovered he had been using my computer quite a bit. Soon a video was flashing tits all over the screen and I could hear the sounds of Varun jerking off behind me. Whenever the screen would turn dark I could see a partial reflection of Varun in action. I was too scared to look back, but horny enough that I started to again play with me.

It was awkward under the desk. I already had reclined the chair way back when I started, and had moved it forward under the desk partly to hide and partly to give Varun some space. I rolled the chair back a little, and could very much sense Varun’s movements and heat about a foot behind me and to the right. Varun was moaning and the video was playing. I closed my eyes for a second and really went at it. I had my eyes closed, and was not fully aware of how the pleasure of jerking off was involving my entire body. I smelled cock, opened my eyes and realized I had my head turned a little towards Varun. My peripheral vision let me see his cock and hand working his cock.
He was circumcised, and far larger than my own un-cut cock. His eyes were closed, and his head was back.

I slowed down my own pace to stop from cumming, and looked a little more at Varun. Every once in a while he would open his eyes and look at the screen, then roll his head back again and continue pleasuring himself. He paid me no attention. Varun was working himself well. His energy was building up and up interrupted by a pause to hold himself back from orgasm.

“Do you cum on your chest?” he asked.

“Yes,” I admitted sheepishly, not sure if this was an acceptable practice or not. “Do you?”

“No… I can’t stand cum. I don’t want it near me.” I think he could tell by my reaction that I was a little embarrassed. “Don’t worry most guys cum on themselves. I just can’t.”

“What do you do?”

“Just cum on the desk, or on a towel, or whatever is around. As long as none of it hits me I’m fine.” He trailed off and was resuming his concentration on jerking off. He re-positioned himself and I guess I moved a little, but I ended up having my shoulder pointing between his legs as he looked over me to the computer. His dick was pretty much over my right side directly beside my head. I only had to turn my eyes to see him jerk off, and didn’t even need to turn my head more than a little bit.

He was moaning a little again, and had reached his previous level of excitement. I was still stroking my cock, but had slowed so that I would not cum too soon. Instead of slowing this time, Varun kept building and building his pace. His moans had become pronounced for a moment as his body tensed and he leaned against my shoulder. He had begun cumming, and shot his load on me. I don’t know why, but this set me off as well, and I blew a massive load all over my chest and even a few shot onto my chin and neck.

When my orgasm subsided I opened my eyes to see Varun squeezing and shaking the last few drops of cum out of his dick onto my shoulder. “I’m glad cum doesn’t bother you,” he said. “You are covered!

About a week passed before Varun and I had another open encounter like that one. I had been sitting at my desk again, this time doing homework. Varun had just returned from watching TV in the common room when he asked if I was going to blow load before bed. I was taken back briefly, but told him I was not sure.

“I’ve got to. I don’t like jerking myself off, but I won’t be able to sleep with this hard on” he said as he gently massaged the front of his pants. He paused momentarily. “Load up another video, if you don’t mind.”

I didn’t mind. I looked for a file, and I heard Varun unzip his shorts. Varun moved over to lean against the bed just like last week. I could sense him jerking off behind me as the screen again flashed one of his downloads. I had leaned back a little, but hadn’t started masturbating yet. I just sat and watched him. I knew if I started myself, it wouldn’t take me long. Eventually I couldn’t resist, and quietly pulled my dick through my zipper. Varun had cycled him self up and down a few times by this point. During one of his down times he opened his eyes and noticed I had started working myself too.

“Your shirt is going to be a mess,” he said. I looked up at him and was not sure of what I should do. I pulled my shirt up on a little, exposing my belly. Then, remembering how much I shot before I decided to take the entire T-shirt off. I had to swivel away to get the shirt over my head, but swiveled back even closer to Varun. I decided to unbutton my pants and pull them down a little too. While I was doing this I could feel the side of my face brush against Varun’s hip, and quickly felt his left hand tentatively rest on top of my head.

Varun was leaning forward again, and working his cock at light speed. His knees quivered and he again leaned further forward. His moans were louder, and he had reached the point of no return. I paused my own pleasure to watch this event unfolding inches away.

He started gasping “I’m going to… cum… here it is…” He thrust his hips fully forward, and leaned on my head with his hand, then as he shot his first volley of cum his shoulders and head flew back and the shot went almost straight up. “Aoahhhh…” As if in slow motion, I could see the first shot of cum come down and hit me on the face. His orgasm continued, and he shot the rest of his massive load all over my chest and neck. One drop went all the way down to hit my hand as I resumed my own stroking.

I was embarrassed and wanted to stop, but my hormones would not let me do anything but keep masturbating. I could feel his hot cum all over my body and face, and could smell it by my nose. I could also feel something else by my shoulder, and looked over to see Varun wiping the last bits of cum from his dick onto my skin. As I looked at this happening, I realized I was shooting my own load–the biggest of my life to that point in time.

As my orgasm subsided, I sensed Varun stepping away. He put his underwear back on, and took off his own shirt. He kicked up my shirt from the floor and tossed it at me to clean myself up.

“You sure shot a big load.”

“Yeah.” In my post-orgasmic state I didn’t know what I should say. “So did you.”

“I guess so. It was great–I love cumming on someone else. Looks like it doesn’t bother you much either.”

I couldn’t believe I had shot such a big load with my roommate’s cum on my face.