Arab College Student Meets Up with Indian Guy Near Campus
This is a true story about my first experience. My name is Ali and I am a 21 years old Arab. I have known that I am gay since I was 15 but I had to wait until six months ago for my first experience.
I was working late on a project I had to do for my university, I was working in the computer room in the university, and I was also chatting on the IRC, I came across somebody who said that he was close by to my university, and if really wanted to, I could meet him at his house in 10 minutes. I was excited about the idea, he told me his name was Ashish and that he was Indian and that he was 22 years old, and like me he was inexperienced.
He gave me his address, and I finished working and headed to his house, I got to his house and knocked on the door, a man came and opened the door, I was surprised to see he was a Sikh. He was about 6' tall, and although he seemed nice and was good looking, he had a beard that he never shaved all his life. I didn't know if I wanted to go in, but I though it will be rude if I just left like that, so I went in.
He had the whole house to himself as his parent were away for the week. He led me to his parent's bedroom, we sat on the bed and started talking, he told me how he felt towards other men, but how his culture didn't allow him, I told him that it was the same for me. Once we started talking I felt closer to him, and started thinking I should try to have sex with him. The fact that I was attracted to smooth men disappeared from my mind, as I pictured myself wrestling naked with him.
So I packed my stuff up and left for my uncles house. I was walking about an hour and a half making great time when a trucker pulled ahead of me and asked me if I wanted a lift. So I asked him where he was going and his answer was close to my uncles house only about a mile away. So I accepted his offer and hope in. We made small talk for the first couple of miles.
One of my first assignments was to attend a convention in San Diego. I might preface this story with the fact that I was happily married; Michelle and I had married only three months earlier. I was very happy with my life and my job and really looking forward to a week on the left coast.
. . you know the type. Most of the guys were kind of sexist and such (although, don't get me wrong, I liked them all, and none of the guys were 'bad guys'). The problem was that, as a closeted homosexual, I did not fit in to their crowd.
Actually, due to his feminine looks and stature he appeared to be much younger; but not knowing of any reason to doubt him, I didn't. Abu was 7 years of age when Hussein invaded Kuwait. At the time he lived with his father, mother, and younger sister. Because his father and mother had been educated in London, Abu and his sister were fluent in English as well as their native tongue.
I had been straight but curious all through college, but, aside from a j/o experience with a friend, I had never been with a guy. But this was my wild year, living on my own in the Big City, and I was determined to make the best of it. I had been to a couple of gay clubs before.
Did for me too. We had free Disney channel last weekend and so I caught an English Import. Dickens' "Ye Olde Curiosity Shoppe". Hadn't seen it since when I was a kid, but it kindled memories. Ones I'd kept on the back-burner. Like that time I walked into that little boutique in San Rafael, with the unusual merchandise:I'd recieved their flyer. Green flourescent paper, Ugly Black Type.
At my first job after college I start hannging out with a guy at work, Trent. I finally find the courage to ask him out for dinner. One thing leads to another.
Jimmy meets the son of his land lady and they end up going to a sports complex near by. There I meet plenty of people interested in what I have to offer.
Two spoiled rich kids share a room at preparatoryschool. Both are probably just gangling under-developed teenagers, but begin to find each other more and more attractive from a sexual perspective!
Normally, I would have been relaxed and spent after a month in the city of Miami, but this time I had spent the entire time with family. That meant no chance of any time on my own. What a drag! Well, I'd gotten home to my apartment late on a Thursday night and fell right into bed. The next morning, I woke with a raging hardon and full balls that were begging for release.
My students had adjusted to me, their new computer studies teacher, and I was getting along quite well with them. All seemed to be fine except for one student, Ray, who seemed to be having trouble with his assignments. He asked if I could stay after classes one afternoon and help him catch up.
When I came back out with the package, you had seated yourself on a bench. Your legs were outstretched and your feet were crossed at the ankle and such that I could see your soles. You knew I found dirty feet a turn-on. I also love pissing.
I'm married to a 66 year old retired secondary school teacher. The past nine months i'd begun to have very strong sexual urges about men which finally culminated in my acting upon them. Mainly, I had begun to provide anal sexual gratification mostly to other married men, but also to single bi-sexual men as well. no, into loving a man with my body. his semen. He so needs me.
I was taking the subway home, and found myself alone in the subway car. It was 2:30am and at the next stop, a thin guy in his 30's got on and sat across from me. He was wearing a tee shirt and gym shorts. As we rode, I looked him over. He had hairy legs and from the way he was sitting I could look up his shorts and could see his cock resting against his leg.
Alan opened one eye and squinted across the room. Kevin stirred and rolled from his bed and stumbled to his chest of drawers at the foot of his bed to turn it off. Alan's jangled nerves smoothed with the silence that followed. Alan watched him unobserved. Alan knew, however, that looks were deceiving.
It was a gloomy day with dark clouds taking the joy out of life. I dragged out of bed and fed myself. I had to skip my morning wank as I was late for my research project. I hastily dressed on with my briefs, levis, a t-shirt, and a jacket. I quietly left the apartment although the need for that was out of order. I walked down the hallway to discover a sign on the elevator switch-board.
It seems that I always enjoyed the thrill of being by myself and being very free to do whatever I wanted to. This especially applied to the dangerous and exciting world of live rock and roll. I was especially looking forward to the concert tonight. They both were over six feet tall and had short hair.
We were both nervous, so I though that I had to make the first move, I put my hand on his thigh and started rubbing slowly, he moved his head towards me like he wanted to kiss me, I didn't feel like kissing him because of the beard so I went down, sat on my knees and positioned my self between his legs, and started unzipping his jeans, I started kissing on his penis through his underwear.
It felt big, he pushed me away and stood up, and started undressing, I started doing the same and soon we were both fully naked, except for his headgear, he had the hairiest body I have ever seen, he was muscular all over and his cock was about 8 inches semi erect and uncut, mine was about 7 inches cut, I kneeled in front of him and started licking his cock slowly.
I then put his cock in my mouth and started sucking on it, it got up to about 10 inches long, and it was very thick, it was strange feeling tasting a cock for the first time, I continued sucking for about ten minutes and suddenly felt his body shake and he exploded in my mouth, I took most of his sperm in my mouth, he said thank you and told me to sit on the bed, I sat down and he kneeled down in front of me and took my dick in his mouth, and he started sucking.
For some strange reason I felt much more excited than when a girl gives me a blowjob, he kept sucking on my dick for about 15 minutes until I started cumming in his mouth. I held his head in my mouth as I pushed my dick deeper in his mouth as I came. After that we laid down on the bed talking while rubbing each other's body, I started licking his hairy nipples while my hand is rubbing his armpit.
I licked all over his hairy chest and stomach, his armpit, and his thighs and legs, he then asked me if he could fuck me, I told him that I would love to as long as I can fuck him afterwards, I positioned my self on all four, he went behind me and started rubbing my ass with his hands, then I felt his tongue licking my ass all over and then licking my asshole,
it was an amazing feeling, different to anything I have ever experienced, then I felt him fingering me, he asked me if I was ready and I said yes, he positioned the tip of his cock on my asshole and started pushing, he struggled to push in at first but after more spit he was soon in my ass, I have to admit that it hurt at first, but soon as his cock got deeper and deeper in my ass the feeling turned to excitement.
He was pushing in and out as fast as he can, after more and more thrust he started yelling that he was about to cum I told him to cum in my ass an so he did. he slowly took his dick out from my ass and brought it to my face, and I started sucking on it, and cleaning it with my tongue, I told him that it was my turn to fuck him now, and made him lay on his back, pulled his legs apart and put them in the air, and I put my face between his legs and started kissing his balls.
Then moving my tongue towards his asshole, it had a lot of hair around it, but I still managed to lick his asshole, pushing my tongue in and out, and sniffing his ass. I then positioned my spit soaked dick on his asshole and started pushing in, I pushed my dick harder and harder in his ass while licking all over his chest, I even managed to french kiss him, something that I thought will be disgusting, after about ten minutes of fucking I exploded inside him, and then took my dick out, and started licking my own sperm out of his asshole.
We were too tired for anything else that evening, so we just slept in each others arms. When I woke up the next day, Ashish was still sleeping, I couldn't resists having his asshole for breakfast, I gave it a good five minutes of licking before he woke up. I left soon afterwards but not before making plans for future meetings.
This story is true, it happened to me 6 months ago, the only changes are in the names.
written by sasian
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