Gay sex story of hot experiences of a lifetime: 5
Gay Sex Story: This is going to be a series of my stories and experiences having sex with men. I’m a 30 odd-year-old bisexual male from Delhi. Some of these stories are as early as my pre-teen days. Most of it is sequential, some have been categorized as sub-series to make it more interesting in my opinion. I will add some of my fantasy dream sessions too.
Lifetime of Sex: Story 5: Friends from College – Number 4: Submission
So during my days at college, I got the opportunity to fool around and have fun with some of my friends and seniors. Most of them were one night stands and almost everyone under the influence of alcohol. So as a sub-series, I’ll talk about all these experiences in a sequence.
Continuing with my fun with friends sub-series
Incident 1
So this happened I think during the last few years of college. We had just got done with a major project submission. So all of us decided to go to a friend’s house and party, as his folks were not in town, and he had a big house with quite a few rooms. We must be gotten to his place at about 8 in the evening. We had got our alcohol – a lot of it and then decided to order food.
While we waited for food, we started the bonfire in a corner of the garden my friend had. It was nice. Winter evenings, bonfire, alcohol. A nice combination. The food came. Since we had finished that major submission and didn’t have anything else coming up, we could all let loose! Songs started playing and their tempo increased. Lots of dancing around and even more drinking happened.
I was tipsy, so were others. This one friend of mine, Surya, he was drunker than he usually gets. He was standing next to me. Hugging and resting his head on my shoulder while we spoke with others. It was almost 2 am now. The crowd started thinning. Some went to their homes direct, and the rest of us decided on staying back. Few of them had even slept in some rooms or the sofas.
Surya wanted to puke. Or use the loo or something. Don’t know. So I told him that I’ll take you upstairs. I was sleepy too. My friend whose house we were in told us to go to a particular room and sleep there. I took Surya up and took him to the loo. Since he wasn’t getting out for a while, I asked him if he was ok. He didn’t reply, so I went in and saw him standing next to the pot, eyes closed and slowly rocking.
I shook him to wake him up and reminded him to pee. He nodded and started unzipping, and I took it as a cue to go out. I in the meantime took off my jacket and sweater and was getting ready for bed. Surya walks back in the room. I think he puked a bit too. But he was looking a bit more alert. He thanked me for taking care of him and took out his sweater Roland got into the bed.
We spoke for a while about work and the party that was and started talking about our girlfriends. About how they annoy us sometimes, about going through our individual rough patches, not getting enough sex…
That triggered off the heat. We were anyways drunk and bitching about our girlfriends and the sex talk. I don’t know who started what but we were hugging with our legs intertwined, and rubbing our faces over each others neck and face – not kissed yet.
I took my hands and put it inside his t-shirt and started feeling up his slightly hairy chest. And then took it off. He in the meanwhile was rubbing my boobs. Squeezing them as if they were his girlfriend’s. I could sense a hard-on in his pants poking my own hard-on. We had by now started making out. He was so drunk that he didn’t know what he was doing.
He in zipped himself and took off his pants and was struggling to remove mine. I obliged. We were both now in our Underwear and in our own heat of unfulfilled sexual needs. He got on top of me and pinned my hands down and started sucking on nipples. I didn’t know whether he knew what he was doing, coz he kept mumbling “Baby take my name”. He lowered his underwear and took it off and lifted my legs up to take mine off too.
He didn’t have a very big dick. Small. About 5.5″ or so. It seemed smaller compared to his larger build. Now that my underwear was off too, he spread my legs and was still drunk coz he kept rocking with eyes closing and opening. He took his hand closer to his mouth and spat on it and brought it near my crotch and rubbed it in the region between my balls and ass – where, if I were a woman, a vagina would have been. He spat on his hands a second time and rubbed it over his dick.
He opened my legs a bit more and brought his dick “into me”. I gave out a soft moan. If he wants a girlfriend experience, he surely would get one! He was now on me and was dry humping me in the missionary position. I don’t know what feel he was getting…
While he had buried his face around my neck, with his beard scratching me, he kept biting my earlobes, I guess that’s what makes his girlfriend hornier. I took my hands and caressed his back. Dug my nails into it and scratched it down and lowered it down to his hairy ass. I pinched and pulled his ass cheeks.
Spanking them alternatingly, all of this while taking his name constantly, murmuring him to go faster. However, his speed was decreasing. He collapsed over my body and wouldn’t move. He then slid off me and lied next to me. I took my hand down to check if he has already cummed or not. No, he hasn’t.
He then again murmured, “Baby get on top of me, suck me”. I go on top of him and took his small dick in my mouth. It was a bit salty, maybe because of all the sweat and precum. I devoured his dick while I stretched my hand to feel his nipples. I pulled on the foreskin and took my tongue to feel the slit on the dickhead.
He was almost passed out. Not aware of what’s happening. I then got up and sat across his crotch. Riding him in the cowgirl position. With the faint light coming in from the windows my eyes caught his trimmed armpit. Or maybe he had shaved them a week or so back.
With his dick positioned to rub me I’ve my ass, I bent forward to lick my jackpot. My fetish for armpit hair and the fragrance of sweat and deo are like aphrodisiacs for me.
Licking the sweat off the armpits, I kissed all over his chest and bit on his hairy nipples. He was getting up, waking up from his drunken sleep. I then took his hands and placed them over my chest and restarted riding him. Jumping up and down his dick.
My hard dick here was slapping his belly in a rhythmic fashion. I could sense he was nearing. Looking at his sex face and increasing grip over my boobs was a clear indication. He then bought his hand on my ass and flipped me over on to the bed. I was surprised with this pretty tough and quick move.
He then brought his dick closer to my face and said: “Baby open your mouth, let me cum!” I was like wow! What amazing girlfriend he had! Mine would never let me cum on her face, let alone swallow my cum. I wondered why was he complaining all this while. While he was jacking off over my face, I was also stroking myself nearing an orgasm.
He took his left hand and held my face and wanked furiously over my face. He is body contorted and I realised he was nearing and closed my eyes and parted my lips open. And as soon as I had done it, a warm blob of liquid struck me across my face. And more kept coming spurts of warmth and my whole face was covered in his warm liquid.
In the meantime, I had unloaded half of my cum on my belly and his back. His cum tasted a mix of sweet and salty. My first tasting of someone’s cum.
And then what took me by the biggest surprise was when Surya bent forward and kissed me. And while doing so licked his own cum off my face and kept kissing me sharing his cum with me. I don’t know what kinky stuff he and his girlfriend are into, but it was quite a deal!
Gay sex story of a wild and drunken encounter between friends
After doing so, he collapsed on top of me. And his warmth and weight were overwhelming and I didn’t move him. Both of us slept like that the whole of whatever remaining night was left.
It must’ve been about 9 am when he woke up. His stirring woke me up too. His dried out cum was on my face, and mine on me and his back. We crossed our eyes and realised what had happened. We didn’t say a word to each other. We’re kind of embarrassed as to what had conspired between us the night before. He got off me and in the daylight, I could see his marks on my body.
Lovebirds and soft bruises across my chest. His body was no less of a mess. He got out of the bed and started looking for his clothes. While he wore his pants, he asked: “Did I…?” I too wasn’t sure if he had fucked me last night or not – thanks to the alcohol in my system.
I touched my hole and said no. We were now dressed and he said “You might want to wash your face before we go out. And we are not going to talk about this ever again”. I just nodded my head in affirmative…
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