Project Work [Episode 2] – Horny Gay Sex Story

Roshan and Arhan’s Secret Nude Night Ends With a First Top

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Hello to my favourite readers. This is your Roshan aka unknownfrequency09. Welcome to the second part of the night I spent with Arhan.

I told Arhan I would get nude too and sleep. He grinned like he had won something. I made him promise the whole thing stayed between us. Only then I started stripping under the blanket. Shirt first. Then shorts and underwear together, kicked to the floor. I was more than half hard, so I tucked myself so the blanket would not tent. Arhan looked impressed that I actually did it.

He still did not believe I was bare. He tried to slip a hand under the blanket to check. I stopped him because I was already thickening. He pulled a face like I had cheated. I lowered the blanket to my stomach. He saw the chest and the four-pack and put his palm there at once. Warm, light, curious. I let him map the abs and the pecs.

Then I got my turn on him. I kept it slow, the way you touch another grown man when you do not want to scare the moment off. His skin was soft. His nipples were small and tight. After we had both had a look, he still wanted proof I was naked. I took his wrist and guided it under the cloth to my hip and the bare side of my thigh, the exact place underwear would have sat. He rubbed there, confirmed it, and smiled. That touch made me fully hard. I bent myself left so he would not brush it by accident.

We kept talking. He hugged me skin to skin. The heat of his chest on mine ran straight down my spine. He asked for his phone again. I asked if he wanted to text someone. He said no girlfriend, he wanted porn. He said it was hard to watch anything at his place and this was a rare chance. That honesty landed. I remembered being the same age and hiding the same thing. I took another promise from him and handed the phone over.

I turned my back because I was too wound up to sit still. He played the video. Moans, then quiet, then moans again. I stayed still for ten or fifteen minutes and hated how much control it took. He locked the phone, slid out of his own blanket, and climbed into mine. His breath hit my neck. His chest met my back. My cock jumped.

He apologised for the porn. I told him to relax and sleep. The phone slipped onto my stomach. His hands followed, searching, then staying on the abs, rubbing, saying he wanted that shape himself. I told him to start lifting. I folded forward to hide the hard-on. That put my ass against him. When he settled, his cock dragged across it. Not a light brush. Thick, hot, already stiff. It felt like metal.

I pushed back without meaning to. He felt it and pressed in harder instead of pulling away. A sound left my mouth. He heard it. He kept the head of his cock on my ass and said the porn had done it, it would go down soon. In my head I wanted the opposite. I wanted that thing to stay and go deeper.

He turned me to face him. First word out of his mouth was my name. Then he asked if he looked good. I told him the truth. Soft body, pink nipples, thick ass, thighs I wanted to hold. I left his cock out of it. He answered with a slow dry hump so I would feel the rest. Dick and balls sliding on my ass. More than five inches, thick. He did it again.

He asked why I had not touched him when he was already naked. I played dumb. He said other guys he had stayed with liked seeing him bare and putting hands on him the way porn does. He told me about a sleepover with a friend where they ended up making out nude. He knew exactly what he was doing. Sameer, my friend, had been one of those nights. College days. Shared room. Consensual, repeated, both of them adults. Arhan said Sameer used to push in and it always went. He said it the same way he said everything else, casual, no drama.

I got up naked and went to the kitchen. Poured whiskey on ice. Stood at the window and decided I was done pretending I did not want this. I heard my name. Turned around. Arhan was in the doorway, fully hard, looking at the glass in my hand. Bright, well-shaped, about five and a half, cut-looking when stiff. Pink balls. I drained the drink.

He wrapped his fingers around me out of curiosity and asked if I was cut. I said no. Less foreskin, so it looks cut when I am all the way up. He turned me in his hand from every angle. I moaned. He took the glass, set it down, and hugged me tight. He is shorter. His cock sat under my balls, between my thighs. I put my arms around his shoulders. He kissed my cheek and said I was different. I asked what that meant. He said I had waited instead of grabbing. He kissed my jaw and said ne paavam.

I grabbed his ass and said I would take it. He pushed me back. Not that way. He was going to fuck me. Because I was different. The word stayed in my ears. I walked him to the bed, sat, held his waist, and looked at that cock. He said it was his first time topping and he wanted guidance. He also said he had been sucked before and I could skip it if I wanted. I did not skip it.

I took him in my mouth. Heavy, already wet from how hard he was. Tongue work he had not felt. He gripped my shoulder and shook. I pulled off before he finished. Lube on me only. He wanted doggy. I got on my knees. I lined him up and told him to wait for the word. Then I said push.

He went all the way on the first stroke. Too fast, too deep. It burned. He said wow and stayed still when I asked. Then slow strokes. Then he found a rhythm and held my waist and fucked harder. Pain turned. A few minutes of that and I felt him swell and pulse. He came hard and stayed buried, breathing like he had run.

He whispered my name. Pulled out. Told me to lie on my back. He dropped onto my chest, still wet, still half hard against my stomach. I held him. He kissed my cheek and said he felt dizzy. I laughed and rubbed his hair until his breathing slowed. I shifted him onto the mattress and we slept.

Morning I woke him early because he had to leave. He called home, said good morning, then slept another hour. He got ready late and tired. We did not know when we would manage this again. I said we would talk after exams. He hugged me at the door and said it one more time. You are different. I smiled and let him go.

A week later he found a reason to come back.

To be continued. Love to hear your feedback at unknownfrequency09 on Instagram.