Hostel Gay boys and actresses on Screen Hot sex Story

Hostel Gay boys and actresses on Screen Hot sex Story

I knocked his room’s door in the hostel corridor. My heart beating very fast, I felt like it was gonna blast. This was our second try. The first one around an hour ago, had been a total embarrassment. We who had seen every inch of each other’s dicks on Discord video calls but suddenly couldn’t even make eye contact in real life. The silence and small talk was not helping at all. After ten long minutes, we agreed that we shouldn’t continue and I ran away.

But then the texts came in. Horniness really is a powerful cover for shame. “Come back,” his message read. “Just get here. We’ll just start. No talking.”

I knocked the door, he let me in. He was shirtless and I could see his fit, athletic body and behind at the table was his laptop. On the laptop, he started a slideshow of some Bollywood actress hot pics. He didn’t look at me, just signaled towards the bed. This was the language we both understood.

I sat down, the awkwardness still there, just an inch far from him at the edge of the bed. We watched the sexy actresses for 2-3 minutes. Then, without saying anything, he moved his hand to his belly, undoing his shorts.

I followed him. Our cocks were out, hard in the open air. We weren’t gay. This wasn’t romantic. We didn’t kiss. We were just jerk buds, two guys from a top-tier college using each other’s bodies to jerk off to women we know we would never have.

He reached over, his rough hand wrapping around my 5-plus inches cock. I did the same, gripping his solid 6-inch a bit curvy shaft. We started stroking, our eyes fixed on the screen, our hands learning the feel of another man’s cock for the first time. We also loved to play with each other’s balls very much, the weight and texture adding more pleasure. And oh my god he gives such a crazy handjob, he knows all the tips and tricks to it.

That first session set the template. We started doing sessions about once a month. I would convince him for more frequently but he would deni. But things grew. Over the next few months, the texts before our meetups got more specific. He’d send links. “Check this out,” one would say, showing two guys rubbing their cocks together. We liked it.

The next session, after jerking each other for a bit, he stood up and pulled me with him. He pressed his cock against mine, one pink and one dark head sliding together. It was frotting. We tried it standing, face to face, then lying down and one upon each other, grinding against each other until we shot our loads all over our chests and stomachs. We do it because these Bollywood actresses make us feel so weak. After cumming, I would leave without saying anything.

The experimentation was growing exponentially, due to our pervert minds. “Let’s try cumming on each other,” I wrote. The next time, he aimed his load at my chest, the warm spread a new, thrilling sensation. Then came the oil. We’d cover up our cocks in it, the slipperiness making the frotting sessions feel like a messy show.

Then the condoms. It started as a way to contain the mess, but the thin layer of latex added a new friction, a new feel to the grind.

For a year, I wanted more. “I want to suck it,” I’d tell him. He was always resistant. “Nah, man. That’s too much.” But I slowly teased and convinced. Finally, he agreed. I was on my knees, looking at his cock. I said that “Just try it”. He nodded, and I slowly licked his tip. Then galloped his cock fully in my mouth. At first, he was reluctant, but slowly he started enjoying it and he placed his hands on my back of head, and he was finally fucking my mouth.

The last few sessions had added another layer: dry humping. He’d get particularly nasty looking at the actress pics, his dominant side coming out. He’d order “Turn over,”, and I would get in doggy position. He came behind, his cock sliding between my ass cheeks, grinding against my hole as he humped me hard. He in between poked my asshole with his dick too. It was intense, humiliatiing, and incredibly hot. I do the same to him, taking turns to dominate each other, our bodies moving in sync with the images on screen. We also started pressing each other chest.

Then he lubricated his fingers with oil, moved down my shaft and balls. He pushed my legs apart and in air, and I felt his finger press against my hole. The pressure was gentle but firm. He circled the rim, teasing me, before slowly pushing his finger inside. It felt filling and intense pleasure. He penetrated his finger deeper, touching that hidden spot that made me tremble all over.

He fingered me with 2 fingers for atleast 10 minutes, and it was amazing, I asked him to fuck me hard with his fingers. Then with 3 fingers. Each thrust sent lots of pleasure through me, a new level of sensation we were exploring together, all while the images of those Bollywood actresses on the screen reminded us of the raw, desperate lust that brought us to this moment.

Then came the ultimate breakthrough. After a year of me begging, he sent a single text: “Fine. Next time. I will do it.”

Now after few days I go back in his room. The familiar slideshow is playing. We strip in silence, our clothes falling to the floor. Our hands find each other’s cocks, now it has become a routine. After a few minutes of jerking, we stand, pressing our bodies together, frotting front to front. The friction is electric.

We take a break. Then he asks “You want blowjob?”

Me: “Yeah, why not,”

He open a condom packet with his teeth and delicately rolls it down my hard cock. Then, he gets to his knees. The view only is almost enough to make me cum. He takes my dick in his mouth. Ahh fuck, I can feel right now while writing this. The wet heat through the condom is heavenly. I can’t help it. My hands find his head. I start to dominate him a bit, holding his head and guiding it, forcing my cock more and more into his throat. He takes it, his submissive side for the actresses now. I’m so grateful for this moment, I finally got what I craved for so long.

Then it’s my turn. I get on my knees tasting his cock and his precum. We move to the bed and try the beloved 69 position. He gets on top of me, then we do it sideways. Dream come true.

After a while, he asks me to dry hump him. I climb on top of him, sliding my cock between his ass cheeks.

We grab the oil, oiling up our cocks again. We frot, we hump, we try different positions for another half hour. Then he looks at me. “You want another blowjob?”

Am I mad that I would say no to it? I just nod. He tears open the last condom packet and goes down on me again. This time is slower, more intense. He works me with his tongue and lips, building the pressure deep inside my balls. I feel my balls tighten. “I am close to cumming,” I moaned loudly. He said go on. I was shocked and horny as hell. I explode my load into the tip of the condom, his mouth still wrapped around my cock. The sight of him swallowing my cum through the condom was such a turn-on.

After I calm down and clean myself, I focus on him. I jerk him methodically. Slow then hard and fast using the oil until his body cramps and he shoots his cum all over my hand and his body. We lie there, panting, covered in sweat and oil. The session is over. We’re not gay. We’re just two guys who get off. And I can’t wait for one of our next few sessions, when we’re planning to finally get in that shower together.

Hope you all loved my experience. I look forward to hearing from all of you, whatever it is. Just reach out to me at my Gmail: [email protected].