J/O WITH VENKAT by James Pasenow
Some minor details about "Venkat," including his name, have been changed to protect his identity.
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I admit to having a weakness for Indian men. I do have several Indian friends, but most of them are married or unambiguously straight, so things rarely happen. A few years back I jacked off with one of them while watching some porn and was eager to do it again or possibly even go further, though the opportunity never seemed to come up.
Finally, this last weekend I had a second chance. "Venkat" (or so I'll call him) is a 24 year-old grad student from the state of Tamil Nadu who studies at another school in same city where I live. I met him through some other Indian friends. I have an interest in movies, so when it turned out that one of his relatives worked in the Tamil film industry, the two of us hit it off and we began hang out together more frequently.
Venkat is one of the more attractive Indian men I've met, with a slim build, wavy black hair (which he keeps oiled), a neatly trimmed moustache and a moderately hairy chest and hairy arms. He's definitely straight--I've seen him eye women too often to suspect otherwise--but he's pretty open about sexuality. He doesn't mind that I'm gay, and we've even discussed masturbation in some detail. He also confessed to having a rather large collection of photos that he's downloaded off of various porn sites.
I decided to make my move by inviting him over to my house to watch a movie. I threw in a porno DVD together with some "legit" films and left them on the TV stand. It was a straight porno, of course, one with a luscious, busty blonde prominently displayed on the cover. I also slid a jar of Albolene conveniently underneath the couch.
As soon as Venkat arrived, I went to the kitchen to get us both a soda and left him enough time to poke around. Sure enough, when I returned to the living room he had gone through the stack and had pulled out the porno film.
"Is this any good?" he asked.
"It's not bad. There are a couple of hot really scenes."
"Can I borrow it?" he asked. Stupidly, I hadn't planned for this one and had to think of a way around it.
"I was planning to watch it later tonight, but you can borrow it another time if you want. You wanna take a look at some of it before we watch the movie?"
"I usually watch porno movies by myself, if you know what I mean," he said, winking.
"Have you ever seen female ejaculation before?"
"No. I've heard of it, of course."
"One of the actresses in the film does it. I think that's the hottest thing in the movie. Do you want to see it?"
"Okay, pop it in."
I sat next to Venkat on the couch.
He was transfixed. He started to get hard, adjusting himself through his pants while he stared at the screen.
"Wow, that's soooo hot!" he said.
"She's in the next scene, too."
Soon we settled into watching the porno and the idea of watching a "legit" film was dropped altogether. I could see through Venkat's khakis that he was rock hard now.
"I shouldn't have started watching this," I said. "It's making me horny."
He grunted in agreement.
Now came the risky part. My heart was pounding. I undid the top button of my pants and reached inside my underwear, wrapping my hand around my fully hard cock. Startled, Venkat looked over at me and quickly averted his gaze.
"Don't worry," I said. "I won't make a move on you. I just need to relieve myself. You can too if you want. I won't try anything."
He was obviously a little uncomfortable with the idea, but he didn't say anything and continued to watch the movie. Now I unzipped my pants and took my entire cock out, stroking slowly up and down the shaft. He quickly looked over at me again and resumed watching the movie.
As he got into the movie, he started to grab his crotch through his pants, eventually unzipping and drawing out his own cock as well. His dark brown uncircumcised cock was not very large, but it was nicely shaped and had a smooth, mushroom-shaped head that was mostly pink with some mottled brown pigmentation in places. I had never seen an unevenly colored cockhead before, and I was intrigued. The sight of his foreskin sliding back and forth over the head turned me on even further. I had to be careful not to stare at him too openly, though. Soon he relaxed a little and got more into stroking himself. I noticed that whereas I like to use my entire fist, he liked to use his thumb and two forefingers.
Now that he had his cock all the way out, I took out the jar of Albolene from underneath the couch and applied a small amount of the lubricant to myself.
"Want to try some?" I asked.
"I don't use that stuff."
"You should try some," I said. "It feels really good."
"Okay," he said and rubbed some over his cock. "Wow--this feels silky!" he said.
I decided it was time to take all my clothes off. "Don't mind me, I just want to get more comfortable," I said. He followed suit. I couldn't help but admire his slender, hairy legs and hairy chest.
"I didn't know you work out," I said.
"I do a little. Not often enough."
I sat back in the couch and started to stroke myself in earnest, really getting off on the sight of him jacking off. By now I made no pretense of not staring at him. His strokes were faster than mine, and he focused mainly on stimulating his head. A drop of precum gathered at the tip. He grabbed his balls and tugged at them gently as continued to jack off. Periodically he also looked over at me.
"You have a nice cock," I said.
"It's kind of small, I think," he said almost apologetically.
"No it isn't, it's perfectly normal. And it has a nice shape, too. I like the head.
"Do you want to touch it?" he asked, sheepishly.
I reached over and wrapped my hand around his cock, which felt burning hot. He thrust his hips forward a little, which I took as a sign that he liked it. Then I reached over, grabbed his balls, and started to stroke him full on, in the style that he seemed to prefer.
His breath became rapid and shallow. The precum was flowing more heavily now.
"I'm going to come," he whispered. I leaned over to get a better view. Spurts of cum landed on his hairy stomach, and some of it ran down my hand as I continued to stroke his shaft, his stomach quivering. He pushed my hand away and stroked himself slowly as his erection waned.
Still hard, I teased my cock with long, slow strokes while Venkat watched me. I was so turned on that when I finally reached orgasm, two spurts of come shot directly into my mouth. A third landed on my chin. I collapsed on the couch, panting.
"You really shoot far!" he said. "I've never done that."
"Have you ever tasted your own cum before?" I asked.
"No," he said. "I wanted to try it, but I lost the nerve."
"Go ahead, try it," I said. "I'm curious to hear what you think."
"Not this time," he said as he got up and walked into the kitchen. From behind I could see that he had a well-muscled, hairy ass. He returned with some paper towels and we wiped ourselves off. We never did get around to watching that other movie.
"That was fun," I said.
"It was different," he said. "I'm not sure if I'd do it again."
I hope that's not the case, but we'll see.