Indian Gay Sex Story: The Hard Painter
Indian Gay Sex Story: The Hard Painter
Indian Gay Sex Story: Hey all of you horny souls out here. With so many of these crazy sex adventures and stories you all have posted here, I thought of sharing one of mine as well. This happened last Diwali. The time of the year when people are busy celebrating the victory of good over evil….in those ironic times! I happened to do something evil. Ha ha isn’t that what they think of us in India? So anyway, the story is about a painter guy and me as you can guess from the title. Read on and I hope you like it..
So the usual tantrums of Diwali were going on at home. I had vacations so obviously I had to be at home to lend my helping hand. From daily mundane chores to cleaning and looking over servants, everything was on my head these days. I’m a gay guy by the way. I have no illusions about my sexuality and I fucking love being a man who fucks, gets fucked and sucks and gets sucked by men. Yep proud gay! But not out yet!
In college most of the guys know me sexually. They often even experiment with me. So when I’m there I don’t have any lack of sex but over here at home it’s almost always a dry spell! Not a single experience even through these online cruising apps..
Meanwhile we had the painting works going on at our home. The ground floor was done and they started doing the first floor. My room was next in line and I was busy vacating all the precious things so they don’t ruin it or worse, steal it. I was carrying on with that when my eyes caught a rather bulky fellow staring at me every now and then. He was quite big in size….of his body ofcourse. And I got vibes from him..
To my confirmation I caught him looking at me and smiled slightly to which he replied with his own naughty smile and wink. Ah the game was on! He was not my usual kind of preference but when you are hungry for weeks you don’t nitpick!
At noon when the rest of them all went for their lunch this guy stayed back and continued painting my room’s almirah. I went and sat by the bed playing with my phone. I played a gay porn video and made sure that he could look at it too. I wanted to let him know that I’m an open shop baby! Ha ha..
In a few moments there was noticeable movements beside me and when I looked over I realised the hunk had took his raging hard cock out of his trackpants and was just carrying on his work. I was shocked and just kept staring at that gigantic dick and even took a pic carefully so you can know I am talking about..
I hesitantly grabbed that huge dick of his and started tugging at it slowly. He kept his brush down and turned towards me, coming closer, so I could service him properly. It felt so big and thick in my hand that I was getting crazy horny just holding it like that!
I kept giving him a nice and handjob and then decided to taste it once. It was not the most pleasant smelling dicks I ever had but after taking it in my mouth I became the horny slut that I am and showing him what pleasure can be! I sucked his dick and swallowed it whole deep down my throat while I rolled my wet tongue all over his thick shaft! He was grunting softly and enjoying it to the core..
He grabbed my hair with one hand and started fucking my mouth hard as if it was a fucking vagina and continued breathing hard and fast. I was so fucking horny and eager to make him cum! He took his hard cock out and slapped it on my cheeks and again shoved it deep and started fucking my mouth hard. He was becoming harsh and I knew he was about to cum!
Read the hot and steamy Indian gay sex story of a young and horny gay boy narrating his wild experience of having fun with a painter at home!
After fucking my mouth for a good 15 minutes he filled my mouth with his creamy cumshot and moaned softly so no one could hear it. We were covered in sweat. I swallowed as much as I could and wiped my face and just then heard the voice of footsteps. I quickly adjusted myself and got back into my phone while he just put his dick back in his pants and continued painting the almirah.
It was my maa. She looked at me and scolded me seeing paint in my hair and pulled me downstairs along with her to get it removed. What did she know about her faggy little son’s actions…