Odia sex story a horny and wild gay man: 1
Odia sex story: Hey guys, Gyan here back with another experience of mine. I received a good number of positive reviews and feedback from my last story, so I have decided I will keep posting about my other experiences as well, and I am definitely going to take your suggestions into account.
So let’s begin …! (This story is a little long if you want to skip the intro, jump to – The Night)
It was during Holi break last year, and I was here in Odisha for a week so you would not expect me to go back to Mumbai without having a little fun with my cousin. Talking about myself and my cousin, we both have kind of an average body with him being a little more well built than me.
I always clean shave my butt cheeks and pubic hair, because I do not want it to make it difficult for him to eat my ass(wink wink, satare gandi chatila bele jadi balua lagila uffo!). He has bigger biceps than me and a broad chest.
His cock is little more than 6, or may be 6.5 may be, but whatever is the size I love it. Enough about the bodies, let’s start the story
On the morning of Holi I, along with my family, went to my paternal uncle’s home, to celebrate. There we had all kind of celebrations music dance and all.
And there he was standing at a corner looking at me and smiling. I went to him and asked to join us and play antakshari.
“Aji ta bada sundara dishuchu” (you look good today)… he just ignored whatever i said and went on straight to complement me.
“chhata uparaku ase” (come over to the terrace) he said, I knew what is in his mind and I went there and waited for him.
It took him fifteen minutes to get there, and as soon as he got there, I started kissing him, and i knelt down and started to undo his pyjama.
See don’t get me wrong it is not like I was a desperate bitch, but this many people around, quick blowjobs and quickies are the only options I could see. But he stopped me.
He stopped me right there and lifted me back on my feet and whispered into my ears “ummh! ebe nuhe aji ratire ama ghara ku chale, surprise achi ( umh! not not not so soon, come to my home for tonight, i have surprises for you)”
Leaving out on details in between this moment and the night that day, he just kept on teasing and torturing me the whole day, sometimes he would send dick pics from the bathroom, sometimes some porn video saying “ei pose ta kemiti lagiba (how about this pose)”.
____ The Night : ____
We had dinner at a hotel since there was no one at his place, we were alone. My aunt went to the hospital because my another cousin was pregnant, and yes we were alone.
He said, “tu gadheiki fresh heija (go get a bath)” i said “theek achi bhai, i mean jaan”
Though it is cringy to call someone jaan, but sometimes we do that. when i return from the bathroom after having my bath i found a saree on the bed, along with other women’s wear like a bra, a panty, and some fake jewelries(the ones they use in drama).
“I want you today as my bride”. he came close to me loosened my towel and took it with himself as he left the room.
After wearing the saree, I entered the other room that he called our honeymoon room. The entire room was dark except a deem lamp and a few candles, not the scented ones but still it is romantic.
“Bahut sundar laguchu mo rani, hele kete apekhya kareilu? (oh my queen! you look absolutely fabulous, bbut why made me wait for so long?”
Shyly I replied with a low tone “mun kana sadhi pindhi janichi? internet ru dekhi dekhi pindhichi (I do not know how to drape a saree but anyway I managed using the internet)”
He approached me and held my hands in his own and then took out a pinch of fagu (colours we play in holi) and pretending it to be sindur, he applied some on my forehead. Then he held my face in his palms and gently kissed on my lips.
As we were kissing with my arms around his neck, his hand were going all over my body not so fast but very slowly and seductively, then his right hand reached my waist.
He rubbed the left side of my belly for a while and then squeezed it hard as if he was asserting his dominance and trying to show that I belong to him I was taken aback by surprise breaking the kiss, but soon after that we were back to kissing even more madly and aggressively.
The gentleness is gone now, now it is all wild and horny. He grabbed both my hands by my wrists with his left hand and grabbed my throat slightly choking me, he asked “aji tharu to kahara? (from now on whom do you belong to?)”.
“Tamara (yours)”, I replied with some difficulty since he was holding me by my throat.
“mun tora kie aau tu mora ke? (who am i to you and who are you to me?)”, ” tame mora swami (you are my husband)”, I said “aau? (and?)” he demanded the answer, “mun tuma stree (i am you r wife)”
I said with a little hesitation because it felt a little emasculating but once said it, I felt even more hornier.
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As soon as I admitted that I am his wife he released my throat and now his hand that choked me a moment ago went to hold the back of my neck as he started kissing me aggressively.
And he released my hand free and spanked my right butt cheek with that hand. It was a hard spank “ummh” was all I could say for he hijacked my tongue with his own. he did not stop there he kept on spanking both my butt cheeks alternatively till they are crimson red just like my sindur.
I could feel the tingling pain even when my butt is protected from his spanks by three layers of saree and a layer of panty.
To be continued…
