During my first year in the States, I lived in a dorm. It was a tiny room, almost inhuman, and I had to share the bathroom with another person. While in the bathroom, I couldn’t lock the door to the other person’s room, so I always had to run the water to let him know that I was in it. I hated it so much, but I had no choice but to stay because I had already paid for the room for one whole year.
After the term was over, I happily moved out of the dorm and into a studio near the university. It was small but cozy. And I had my own bathroom! How nice! It was actually the first time I lived completely alone. I had all the privacy I wanted.
Around that time, I got more and more interested in meeting other guys and experiencing more, especially with non-Asian guys, whom I hadn’t been with. I thought about what I would be comfortable doing with them and decided to look for j/o buddies. I was so afraid of getting anything bad and thought mutual j/o would be safe and fun at the same time.
Back then, there was a site called gay.com where you could chat with local guys. (Anyone remember?) My English was pretty bad back then, but I eagerly chatted to find guys who would be interested in mutual j/o. To my disappointment, however, it was not easy to find one who’s into it. Most of them who showed interest in me wanted much more than just stroking.
One day I was chatting with a guy named Doug. Doug was a white guy, of the same age as me, and was attending another college 30 minutes from my university. He said he had never been with a guy and would like to try mutual j/o with me. I happily invited him to my place one Saturday morning.
I met Doug outside of my apartment building. He got out of his old Honda sedan and waved at me, saying “Howdy.” He was a couple of inches taller than me, stocky, and very innocent looking. He was wearing a t-shirt and shorts and I could tell he was a very hairy guy. We shook hands and came to my studio.
Initially, there was very awkward silence. I think we eventually started talking about everyday things -- schools, movies, whatever. And at some point, I decided to make a move.
“So, do you want to try… you know... ?” I asked
“Yeah, I’d like to,” Doug answered shyly.
I started undressing myself and Doug followed suit. Soon we were standing only with our underwear on. He was indeed hairy. Hair was everywhere except for his back. It was a stark contrast compared to my smooth body
“I brought some movie. Do you want to watch?” Doug asked.
“Sure.”
He took a VHS tape out of his backpack, and I inserted it into the player. It was a straight porn. I turned down the volume so that no one could hear it from outside.
We sat on my couch. He started touching himself inside his boxers while watching the movie. I did the same. We stroked like that for some time.
“Would you like to touch mine?” I asked.
“Yes,” Doug answered. I stretched out the waistband and he put his hand into my briefs. He gently massaged my hard cock and balls.
“What do you think?”
“It feels like my cock,” Doug smiled. His smile was weirdly cute.
“Can I touch yours?”
Without answering, Doug grabbed my wrist and placed my hand under his boxers. It was my first time to feel a white guy’s cock. And the first thing I noticed was his girth. It was a very thick one. Actually I was quite surprised by that. I tried to feel his balls but they were all the way up to his body.
I took off my briefs and Doug did his. Doug’s cock was about an inch longer and a lot thicker than mine. The head was big. A lot of pubes. I started stroking him and he stroked mine. I don’t remember if he was actually watching the movie, but I kept watching his cock.
“Can I suck you?” Doug suddenly asked.
“... yes,” I was hesitant initially, but agreed. Wasn't I looking for a j/o bud out of fear of getting anything bad? Well, I shouldn't trust myself.
Doug sucked me for about a minute or two. Unless he had lied, it must have been his first time, but he was very natural. It felt much better than Ben’s teeth-driven sucking. He then sat up again and stroked mine.
He did not ask me to suck him, but for some reason, I felt like I should reciprocate. And without asking him, I opened my mouth and started sucking him. In my mouth, his cock felt even thicker and I couldn’t go down deep, otherwise I would have gagged. I think it tasted somewhat salty.
He remained quiet, so I didn’t know if he enjoyed what I did. Not too long after, however, Doug said, “I need to cum.”
I pulled it out of my mouth and he started cumming on his hairy pubic area. He was blushing. Watching him cumming pushed me over the edge as well and I came on my stomach as well. After the release, however, even more awkward silence than the beginning filled the room. I think I offered some paper towels to him to clean up and probably said something like “it was fun.” And Doug left shortly after.
Alone in my studio, I replayed what had just happened with Doug. And I couldn’t believe what I had done. Letting him suck me was one thing, but sucking him? What made me do that? What was I thinking? I remember I was actually embarrassed rather than excited about my first experience. I’m a planner and maybe that kind of whimsical decision making bothered me. Worse, the taste of Doug’s cock lingered in my mouth for a while and I spit several times.
It was twenty something years ago, and now I can laugh about the incident. I didn’t see Doug after that. But if I could meet him today, we would probably have a good conversation about our awkward first experience.
After the term was over, I happily moved out of the dorm and into a studio near the university. It was small but cozy. And I had my own bathroom! How nice! It was actually the first time I lived completely alone. I had all the privacy I wanted.
Around that time, I got more and more interested in meeting other guys and experiencing more, especially with non-Asian guys, whom I hadn’t been with. I thought about what I would be comfortable doing with them and decided to look for j/o buddies. I was so afraid of getting anything bad and thought mutual j/o would be safe and fun at the same time.
Back then, there was a site called gay.com where you could chat with local guys. (Anyone remember?) My English was pretty bad back then, but I eagerly chatted to find guys who would be interested in mutual j/o. To my disappointment, however, it was not easy to find one who’s into it. Most of them who showed interest in me wanted much more than just stroking.
One day I was chatting with a guy named Doug. Doug was a white guy, of the same age as me, and was attending another college 30 minutes from my university. He said he had never been with a guy and would like to try mutual j/o with me. I happily invited him to my place one Saturday morning.
I met Doug outside of my apartment building. He got out of his old Honda sedan and waved at me, saying “Howdy.” He was a couple of inches taller than me, stocky, and very innocent looking. He was wearing a t-shirt and shorts and I could tell he was a very hairy guy. We shook hands and came to my studio.
Initially, there was very awkward silence. I think we eventually started talking about everyday things -- schools, movies, whatever. And at some point, I decided to make a move.
“So, do you want to try… you know... ?” I asked
“Yeah, I’d like to,” Doug answered shyly.
I started undressing myself and Doug followed suit. Soon we were standing only with our underwear on. He was indeed hairy. Hair was everywhere except for his back. It was a stark contrast compared to my smooth body
“I brought some movie. Do you want to watch?” Doug asked.
“Sure.”
He took a VHS tape out of his backpack, and I inserted it into the player. It was a straight porn. I turned down the volume so that no one could hear it from outside.
We sat on my couch. He started touching himself inside his boxers while watching the movie. I did the same. We stroked like that for some time.
“Would you like to touch mine?” I asked.
“Yes,” Doug answered. I stretched out the waistband and he put his hand into my briefs. He gently massaged my hard cock and balls.
“What do you think?”
“It feels like my cock,” Doug smiled. His smile was weirdly cute.
“Can I touch yours?”
Without answering, Doug grabbed my wrist and placed my hand under his boxers. It was my first time to feel a white guy’s cock. And the first thing I noticed was his girth. It was a very thick one. Actually I was quite surprised by that. I tried to feel his balls but they were all the way up to his body.
I took off my briefs and Doug did his. Doug’s cock was about an inch longer and a lot thicker than mine. The head was big. A lot of pubes. I started stroking him and he stroked mine. I don’t remember if he was actually watching the movie, but I kept watching his cock.
“Can I suck you?” Doug suddenly asked.
“... yes,” I was hesitant initially, but agreed. Wasn't I looking for a j/o bud out of fear of getting anything bad? Well, I shouldn't trust myself.
Doug sucked me for about a minute or two. Unless he had lied, it must have been his first time, but he was very natural. It felt much better than Ben’s teeth-driven sucking. He then sat up again and stroked mine.
He did not ask me to suck him, but for some reason, I felt like I should reciprocate. And without asking him, I opened my mouth and started sucking him. In my mouth, his cock felt even thicker and I couldn’t go down deep, otherwise I would have gagged. I think it tasted somewhat salty.
He remained quiet, so I didn’t know if he enjoyed what I did. Not too long after, however, Doug said, “I need to cum.”
I pulled it out of my mouth and he started cumming on his hairy pubic area. He was blushing. Watching him cumming pushed me over the edge as well and I came on my stomach as well. After the release, however, even more awkward silence than the beginning filled the room. I think I offered some paper towels to him to clean up and probably said something like “it was fun.” And Doug left shortly after.
Alone in my studio, I replayed what had just happened with Doug. And I couldn’t believe what I had done. Letting him suck me was one thing, but sucking him? What made me do that? What was I thinking? I remember I was actually embarrassed rather than excited about my first experience. I’m a planner and maybe that kind of whimsical decision making bothered me. Worse, the taste of Doug’s cock lingered in my mouth for a while and I spit several times.
It was twenty something years ago, and now I can laugh about the incident. I didn’t see Doug after that. But if I could meet him today, we would probably have a good conversation about our awkward first experience.