Indian Gay Sex Story: Shimla Diaries: 3
Indian Gay Sex Story: Shimla Diaries: 3
Indian Gay Sex Story: Hey friends! By now you must be well aware of how slutty I had been feeling that night after I declined Roger for sex. Instead of getting fucked by him, because of my own insecurities, I ended up stimulating my ass with my desk and my own fingers. I had the best orgasm of my life that night but while I lay sleeping, I couldn’t help but wonder how the real thing must feel like!
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The next two days, I kept playing the game of hide and seek with Roger. Every now and then I used to get this sudden urge of riding that thick dick of his but whenever I went up to his room, it was locked with a DND sign on the door.
Twice even Roger came up to me in the lobby but the moment I saw him making eye contact an heading towards me, I just ran away to my little bedroom and locked the door. It was a crazy game of restlessness and anxiety.
On the third night of their stay with us, I finally headed up to his room. Headstrong this time, thanks to the two little bottles of our complimentary brandy. I felt drowsy as I climbed the stairs but that night I was a slut. I was a slut determined to be slutty and get fucked hard like one.
There was the damned DND sign again. I just pulled it off of the door with all my night, and a lot of noise, and threw it across the corridor. Roger’s door opened. He obviously heard my ruckus…
I turned around and there he was. This tall and manly hunk of a man from the foreign land! Why the fuck was I running away from him, I wondered…
We smiled at each other. Though in my inebriated state, I probably gave him that creepy tharki look. But that didn’t matter because in the very next moment he came up to me and grabbed me in a passionate embrace, showering kiss after kiss on my lips! We kissed and felt each other right there on the corridor for at least a good 5 minutes…
He then pulled me into his room and shut the door behind himself. I, quickly and shabbily, began undressing. He didn’t even take a minute to get out of pyjamas and then came to my aid. I had taken off my shirt but the moment my eyes caught hold of his cock, I just froze…
Roger knelt down and gently took off my trousers, and then my boxers. My dick plopped out, rock hard in front of his face. He grabbed my shaft and slowly tugged the foreskin back. My pink dick head was shining and oozing precum. “You seem quite ready there,” he said to me in his sexy accent and licked the underside of my dick head.
I moaned and groaned, he kept licking my dick head from all angles as if he was licking the tastiest lollipop in the whole world. His green eyes shone in a golden hue in the incandescent lighting and he looked like an angel sucking my cock.
An angel with the mouth of the devil! My God, I still get hard remembering that crazy fucker and that amazing night. I was drunk to my neck and yet I remember everything so vividly. He licked my dick head and got it all wet, replacing all the precum with his saliva and then began sucking me in a crazy manner…
Every time he took my dick in his mouth, he rolled his tongue in a way that made me week in my knees! He knew the art of sucking all too well and even taught me a thing or two about doing it the right way. I hope some of my other lovers remember me the same way that I do him…
He sucked me for a good ten minutes until my balls were dripping with his saliva and then he stood up and place those wet, slimy lips back on mine. Kissing me, he guided me to the bed and lay me down. We twisted and rolled all over the bed several times in our kissing frenzy! Our naked bodies wrapped in the tightest embrace…
Everything was perfect at that moment. He paused briefly and brought a bottle of brandy. The one I had left on our very first night. It was half empty. He gulped some down and shared some with me too in a wet and tasty mouth to mouth share. After a short pause of giggling, feeling each and other and making out, he gave me a passionate wet kiss and then proceeded down on me.
He sat between my legs and opened them apart. Kissing and licking my thighs, he went up and licked my balls. He propped them up and licked under my balls. I groaned and twisted but he held me down. Slowly, he raised my legs up in the air and parted my cheeks apart.
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He spit on my ass hole and spread it with his tongue along my ass crack. My whole body automatically curled and a loud gasp escaped my mouth! He kept going up and down my ass crack like that. Pausing just a little at my ass hole in every lick…
I was going crazy under him with this slow torture. Finally, when his tongue stopped at my ass hole and he slowly pushed it in, I screamed out loud in ecstasy! My body convulsed like I was getting electric shocks… He was pleased with my reaction. He smiled and got back to fucking my ass hole with his experienced tongue. I was squirming and screaming like a slut…
