Indian Gay Sex Story: Garg ki Kaabiliyat: 1
Indian Gay Sex Story: Garg ki Kaabiliyat: 1
Indian Gay Sex Story: “Ishq ki koi taaleem nahi hoti… Uski koi zubaan nahi hota… Ishq Ibaadat hai… aur hum Insaan.. Aap humare hain and hum aapke… Iss Milan ke liye khud Khuda utrenge Jannat se, hamari iss adhuri kahani ko pooraaa karne…”, the dialogues from some cheezy local TV soap echoed in the bathroom of the men’s gym locker on 103/24 Karol Bagh.
The steamy hot water trickled down my petite little body. I was 22 and barely had any resemblance of a man. I was still fragile and looked very small in consideration of the peers of my age. I was always considered weak and breakable. I was born a pre-mature child, and the story of my life started then. I could barely hit five feet seven where the rest of the men of my family, all towered above six feet two. Being born in Punjabi household where everyone would below and yell, I even struggled to help make the person sitting next to me at the table listen to what I was saying.
Due to the lack of my personality, I was always left behind in everything. I decided that I would probably join a gym and bulk up a bit so that I’d get a bit more recognition in the crowd – the hardest fact, it was almost two years and all I did was gain two kilos. Nothing more and nothing noticeable. It was the rate at which my metabolisms worked, my nutritionist explained. “There’s not much you can do about it, Garg. All I can suggest is eat healthily, and as far as you’re feeling well, don’t try to change anything about yourself. You are simply perfect the way God intended it to be.”
Freaggin bitch! What the hell did she know? Did she have to live those nights at family re-unions and weddings and engagements and birthday parties, where all that people would tell you were, “Tu khata vada kum hai jii… Tu chwala nahi khanda? Tu inna kamzor kyun hai? Sada Baldev nu vekh, kinna mushtand van gaya khet vich kaam karke…”
In fact, I was so low on confidence, that I used to take the last hour at the gym every night and try to do something with my feeble body there. I checked my Casio and the dial read 11:45. Fifteen minutes to closing time, I thought sadly. I had to go back to my some-what comparison of a family where I was a complete misfit. I grabbed my loofa and poured a few slithers of the body wash on it and scrubbed it around my neck. The device helped in lathering up the frame, although there wasn’t much of skin to work on.
I felt a warm deep kiss on the back of my neck as two powerful arms grabbed me from behind. I took in a long waft of breath and turned. It was my gym trainer Kaabil. He was the most handsome man I had ever laid my eyes on, and have been drooling over his exterior since. He was five feet nine and had the body of a god. His chest was a huge forty and his waist was thirty-two. His biceps balled into twenty-two inches and his neck itself was 18. His shoulders were huge and well crafted and he was hairy as fuck. The amount of hair that crafted his crotch area was the total all over my smooth body. Getting fucked by this bull was the highlight each night before I left home.
“You were waiting for me?” He asked as he pulled me closer and kissed me. His moved his fingers down my back and cupped my butt cheeks into them. I returned the kiss with a soft moan. I pulled him closer to me and we embraced leaving the world behind us. The steam and hot water engulfing us to a fantasy that we shared every night. I guess being with Kaabil was the only thing keeping me strong and sane, considering my crazy stupid world.
“Aapne main derwaze kooo lock kar diya, jii?” I asked. “Jii, meri jaan. Sab band hai. To agar aapki ijazat ho, to kya hum aapko pyaar kar le… aaj ke din mein?” He asked me as he flashed his killer smile and bent his neck lower to kiss mine.
I dug my fingers into the back of his head and playfully tangled them into his hair. I pulled him closer as he licked my neck and pleasured me. He pulled me closer and pressed my butt real hard.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah…” I moaned. He looked down at me and smiled, “Kal to itna dard nahi hua aapko.”
I looked up at him and said, “Pata nahi jii, mera badan kuch thak sa jata hai aaj kal. It’s not that I’m doing any extra work at home, but I dunno…” I trailed off.
“Kya hum dono, kal subha mere physiotherapist ke paas chale?” he looked at me with concerned eyes. “Na Kaabil Jii, I’m good,” I said feeling a bit embarrassed.
He pulled me into his arms and hugged me. Hot water still moistening our naked bodies in an embrace. He kept on kissing me and moved his tongue to my nippular area. He licked it and sucked it and I felt a whirlwind of satisfaction. I dug my nails into his shoulders and he felt the sanctity of that sting. He moaned too in retaliation, although not a single word was said to explain the phenomenal experience. He sucked my nipples a bit more and then with his nine inch hard on, he turned me and started slapping my butt with it. I rubbed my ass on his dick and enjoyed the foreplay to the very end. I loved his dick inside me. It was like his cock completed me, or at least the part of me that was empty.
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I bent a bit more and used my arms and fingers to spread my butt cheeks. My raw, open asshole called out to Kaabil. He spat on his dick to lubricate it. Although we had running hot water, he always used his spit for an entrance. He playfully rubbed his dick on the crevasse of my ass and massaged it, making it harder. I felt the powerful sensation of the universe that was telling us to get it on and get it done. The chemistry was uncanny and we were made just to have raw, unadulterated sex.
He pushed the dick head slowly into my sphincter and I moaned in pleasure. “Yessssssssssssssssssss…… Fuck………..
