My only experience in college was with my friend Kailash (name changed). This was back in the early 2000s in India.
Kailash and I were really close and hung out together all the time. He was cute, lean, short, had really sweet eyes and slightly curly hair. I stood a head taller than him. He and I were on the swim team together and lived in the same hostel.
We were best of friends and he’d spend most of the evenings in my room hanging out. We’d talk about everything under the sun – him sitting on my chair, wearing the loose white pajamas. We’d talk about our day, our classes, activities in college, we’d talk about the girls we liked and what we liked about them. We’d even talk about our mastrubation techniques. We both seemed to have pretty high sex drives.
Often times the evenings would end with us perusing the latest Debonair or watching porn on my desktop talking about what we liked in what we saw. His pajamas were a little sheer and he seemed to have a preference for bright colored bikini style jockeys. After a while I’d notice the outline of his hardening cock straining his underwear. He seemed to be longer than me down under in-spite of being shorter.
We were comfortable enough that even in our aroused states we’d sit close with our hands on the other persons thighs or shoulders.
I could always tell when he had enough stimulation and needed to get off. He’d get up and make an excuse about needing to leave – we’d both have silly grins on our faces because we both knew what we needed to do.
Over time we got more physically close when we were alone. We’d cuddle and sit together watching movies. When walking outside we’d hold hands if there was no one around. It was an unspoken rule that we’d be more close when we were alone.
One night I had a dream about Kailash and it revealed my desire for him. We were in my room in the dark, it was raining outside. He was sitting between my legs with my hands around his shoulders. This was something we had done many times before. But this time there was a difference. We were both naked. As the lightning flashed outside I could see his nakedness and mine. His body was warm, I moved my right leg over his right leg, I brought my hands down around his midsection and pulled him closer. In doing so my hands brushed his cock. It was erect between his legs. At the same time I felt mine also become harder than I had ever felt it become. It brushed against his back, just above his butt. I felt this feeling of extreme excitement and pleasure run through me. I moved my hand down and caressed his manhood gently. He was rock hard and warm, so very warm. I brought my other hand to his face and turned it towards me. In the darkness our lips met. His lips were soft and sweet. He turned and held me our cocks touching. He gently pushed me down on to the bed and climbed on top of me entwining our cocks. He started to rock back and forth our hard warm cocks rubbing together. I exploded and woke up the next second panting and sweaty. My underwear was drenched in my cum. I cleaned up and got in the shower my mind racing about my newfound sexual desires.
I debated telling Kailash for a few days. I was torn between my desire for him and also my fear in losing his friendship. Being the friend he was he asked me a few days later what was up. He sensed something was off. I decided to tell him and told him about the dream. I told him I was worried about what he’d think. He seemed a little unsure of what to do but then he smiled and said that it sounded like we both were enjoying the experience in my dream and that it was too bad I came so soon. I was relieved and we didn’t talk any more about it.
That night I wondered what he meant and whether he was just being a good friend.
I decided I needed to find out.
One day I was returning back from the shower and he was in my room. I was wearing my towel and nothing else. I felt this desire to expose myself to him. I sensed this was an opportunity to test the waters.
I loosened the knot of my towel and I lifted my hands so as to pick something from the cupboard. The towel came off and dropped to the floor. I just looked at him and he just grinned saying I should cover up.
I said that he had already seen me in my dream and enjoyed it and said I wasn’t going to cover up and gave him a grin. I was scared he’d get upset but instead he just closed the door saying someone would see. I was excited, scared and really happy at the same time. I sat down on the bed casually and he sat down on the chair.
He seemed unsure of what to do and so was I. I thought I’d let it play out. He started talking about regular stuff. I’d periodically touch my cock to adjust it. It was semi hard and getting harder. He’s periodically glance at it and that made me even more excited.
After a while I was fully erect. He made a comment about it and I said that I was quite horny from being naked. He said that I should take care of it and that he would leave.
I told him that he had seen me naked and that I’d return the favor. He just laughed and said nothing.
After he left I locked the door and had the most wonderful orgasm. Post orgasm I was worried for a bit. But after another half an hour I was hard again thinking of what happened and got off again. This happened 2 more times that night.
More in part 2.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/whnd7b/discovering_my_bi_curious_desires_in_an_indian