Indian Gay sex story – What’s it taste like?

Indian Gay sex story – What’s it taste like?

He’d heard all sorts of horror stories about the assholes he might get as a roommate his 1st year at college and he was pleasantly surprised with Puneet. He was one of those super bright kids who had been admitted. Nice looking kid, blonde, slim, 5’10”, quiet and shy. He planned to major in physics and when the other guys were horsing around, tossing a football, playing bridge or watching TV, he was in the library. They got along fine, and Bhusan felt rather like the big brother that Puneet never had. He had been sort of a sheltered kid, a minister’s son, and it would be tough for him to fit in with boys who were all a couple of years older.

Puneet taught him how to play chess and let him get close, but Bhusan never beat him.. They avoided bridge. Too many boys developed an obsession and played late into the night. Bhusan was on scholarship, was on the soccer team which took up his afternoons, and needed to keep his grades up. Puneet had his eyes firmly fixed on a doctorate in physics and couldn’t waste his evenings on bridge either. But it was an all male university, no girls close so Saturday nights were spent playing poker and sharing bullshit. Puneet gradually lost some of his reserve, drank beer sparingly, and was always welcome at the games.

When Bhusan entered the gym locker room for soccer practice he passed the crudely lettered sign taped to the wall that always made him grin: “Rain, Mud or Blood, Soccer practice 4 PM.” But today under the sign was another sign which announced that soccer practice was cancelled for today. He asked one of the boys what disaster caused the cancellation and was told that this morning the coach’s wife was at the hospital delivering their baby and something went wrong. The baby died and his mother was in “guarded condition”. Awful news, but it had a bright side. Instead of breaking his balls on the soccer field he could go back to the dorm, jack off and take a nap.

When he opened the door he didn’t know who was more surprised: Puneet with his pants around his ankles sitting on the side of his bed obviously choking his chicken, or himself. Puneet grabbed his pants, struggling to pull them over a very hard dick, and Bhusan said, “Hey, no problem. I beat the meat every day myself. As a matter of fact I missed yesterday and I need to dump a load. Have you ever jerked off with another guy?” Puneet, still beet red, shook his head. “It’s fun, let’s do it.” For an answer Puneet stood and slowly took off his pants and Jockeys. So Bhusan went over to the bed, dropped trouser, his boner standing vertical and almost touching his belly, and sat next to him. Puneet, in the space of three heartbeats, was hard again. Bhusan whistled. ” Wow, what a cock! That has to be about nine inches and you aren’t even done growing yet!” It was not only long, but also thick with a very large glans that extended wider than the shaft and looked like helmet.

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They began to stroke themselves and Puneet’s eyes never left Bhusan’s 8 inch stiffy. Bhusan didn’t stop looking at Puneet’s remarkable organ either. Puneet was the first to grow a drop of precum on his piss slit and Bhusan reached over to wipe it off with a fingertip. Then he licked his finger, pronounced it delicious and asked Puneet if he had ever tasted it.

“Uk!No. What’s it taste like?”

“Sort of sweet and sour at the same time.” Said Bhusan. He   squeezed his organ and a large drop of cum oozed from his cock head.

“Try it; I know you’ll like it.” Hesitantly Puneet coated a fingertip, licked it off and broke into a wide grin.

“Hey. You weren’t kidding, it does taste nice.” They had only been jacking for a couple of minutes when Puneet’s face screwed up into a grimace, his belly muscles began to to twitch and that oversized cock head began to squirt. The first jet arced up through the air and splashed on his neck. Spurts two through eight landed on his belly. Nine and ten were thin and dishwater like and just oozed out. “I don’t usually shoot that much.”

“Maybe it’s the excitement of beating off with another guy…….and I’m going to pop.” Bhusan said. The escalating pressure in his groin was almost painful it was so intense. Then KZzzzzzaP! The first hot wad of boyz cum zzzzipped through his straining penis. When his cock began to gush Bhusan took his hand off and both boys stared at the dick, dancing and spurting a load almost as big as Puneet’s. “Well was I right, it’s more fun to do it together. How about tomorrow before dinner?”

It was a long day before dinner for both boys. When Bhusan returned from soccer practice (Coach’s wife was out of the woods, but the assistant coach ran the practice while Coach remained at the hospital) Puneet had his nose in a book. He stood when Bhusan came in and started to strip. Both boys were naked on the side of the bed and sprouting boners in less than a minute. It as little more time than that when Bhusan reached over, lifted Puneet’s hand and put it on his own cock. Then he began to stroke Puneet. “I’m betting this will be more fun than jacking ourselves.” Said Bhusan. It was a totally new sensation for Puneet, and definitely better to have someone else pleasuring him. Bhusan had been there before and it wasn’t a bet, it was a certainty. Again, Puneet began to produce precum first and Bhusan asked him if he could taste it. Puneet said yes, figuring it would be like yesterday, a finger to his piss slit, but Bhusan leaned over and took Puneet’s big helmet into his mouth and began to suck it. Puneet’s mouth dropped open in astonishment, but he didn’t stop him. He couldn’t. It felt far too good. Bhusan’s tongue was going round and round on Puneet’s dick and then sucking his cockhead, back and forth. He wanted back and forth to last forever, but the sensation was far too intense and after only a couple of minutes he began that escalation, the exquisite feeling of inevitable orgasm, rapidly approaching.

“Oh man, I’m going to cum pretty soon.” Said Puneet. “Oh God, oh God, o, o, O, O, OH, YES!” The feeling of his cum squirting through the supersensitive urethra in his dickhead was incredible. Bhusan swallowed the first couple of squirts and then lifted his head to watch the fun. Puneet wasn’t watching. His head was thrown back, his eyes were clamped shut, the expression on his face was one more typical of pain than pleasure, and his pecker delivered spurt after spurt in the air. Bhusan wasn’t counting, but it seemed like even more than yesterday. When Puneet came back to earth he looked down at his belly and said, “Whoee. I think I had an orgasm!” They both laughed.

Bhusan: “You certainly seemed to enjoy that and I’d like to know how it feels, so would you do me?” That was a bald faced lie. He’d been blown before, but it was the truth in that he didn’t know how good it would feel if Puneet did it. Puneet looked down at Bhusan’s cock standing straight up and almost touching his belly. There was a rivulet of precum running down the underside and dripping off his ball sack. Puneet didn’t answer vocally, but his tongue delivered the message when he got on his knees and licked that river of excitement clean. Then he pulled Bhusan’s organ down, and eyes closed with pleasure, began to suck it. He was trying to copy what Bhusan’s mouth had done for him and it must have been working because Bhusan was moaning nonstop. Surprisingly, Puneet’s cock was hard again and there was no question he was enjoying his work. Bhusan didn’t last long either. He was so hot from blowing Puneet it took no time at all before his moans got louder and he warned Puneet he was about to cum. Then his hips lifted off the cot but Puneet stayed with him as the warm life juice gushed into his mouth. He couldn’t swallow fast enough and the last half of the ejaculation leaked out of his mouth and over his chin. “Ummm! Boy that was great! So which did you like better, me sucking you or vice versa?”

“Well, hard to tell since I had already cum, so I think we’d better do it again tomorrow with me sucking you first.”

THE END