Indian Gay Sex Story of The Forbidden Family: 6

Gay Porn Story: Hello again. Varun here, back with another story to rain cum in your pants. You can read story from beginning HERE. Also, read the last part HERE. I received tremendously positive feedback on my last stories, which prompted me to share more experiences.

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I’ll start narrating my story as Junaid, the friend who had sent this experience to me to convert into the story. Hussain has fucked me hot and heavy, but I am the whore hard to satisfy. Continue reading our sexual diaries..

My hole was hungry, waiting for those cum drops much like a thirsty wanderer in desert, and I needed his semen in my ass to satisfy that hunger. He pushed few more times, before erupting inside me like a volcano. He shot waves of pleasure , and collapsed on me, still inside my ass.

I could feel each drop in my ass, his dick going limp, softly inside and the heat radiating between us from that marathon fuck match. He was better than what I imagined our sex would have been like. I was certain whatever porn we made on that camera was hotter than many on the internet.

Our naked bodies, lying there together was nothing short of picturesque. I didn’t want to move from under him ever. However, he got up after a few minutes, went to washroom to clean himself up and then came back to kiss me. I then went to clean myself up, but intentionally avoided cleaning my asshole.

I wasn’t ready to let go of his semen from inside me so soon. I could hear some sounds outside, in the room, probably bhaijaan was playing something on his phone. Finally when I came out of the washroom, all cleaned and naked. Bhaijaan was lying on the bed, rubbing his dick with one hand, and another one behind his neck, in a very seductive pose.

I went straight to him and kissed him on his lip, then on his dick’s tip. I licked it a little, being able to taste the residual cum and that musky fragrance which makes me wish to linger over that dick a little more, to lick it and taste it and eat it up. It cited a hunger nothing can satisfy.

How I wish I could ride him right now, but we both were pretty spent from out recent marathon session. I went and laid beside him, while he fondled my nipples. I don’t even know when I fell asleep like that. He woke me up in the morning, at around 6 to go to my room before everyone wakes up and figures out the scandal. I picked my clothes and ran to my room, adjacent to his, all naked.

I could feel his eyes on my jiggling ass as I ran out, ass that was red from all the heavy pounding and spanking it had endured. Ass that was still hurting, with a sweetness in that pain mixed with lust and desire. I was lying in my bed now, still naked, thinking about the hot and heavy day I had spent, wondering what lies in for me today.

Will I get to play with bhaijaan’s Lund today? Will he fuck me today too? My imagination and expectation must have been erotic, because my dick sprung to full length just by the thought of it. Anyways, I was too tired still to think of it for long, and fell asleep like that, with a little of Hussain’s cum leaking from my ass.

If only I can lick up and rim my own hole, to taste that delicacy all over again. Next day began with a breakfast and the news that another relative, a cousin of my father is coming to visit us today. Well I was disappointed. All I wanted was to have a quiet day at home, up in bhaijaan’s room where we can be naked and have fun all around the day, not that it looked possible any longer.

They were to arrive by noon, so I went to my room to have some quiet time while Hussain went to meet some friend. They arrived, and I was called to the living room, to meet chachajaan and his family, i.e. his wife and their son. Well the elders sat to talk, with years of separation converting to words while I sat there awkwardly with Riyad.

We were both waiting for Hussain, him so that they can talk, and me so that I can leave one Riyad has his company. However, after a point it bacame awkward to sit there with just some small talk, to fill that long silence. As soon as I heard Hussain in the driveway, I took his leave and went to my room.

I sat there scrolling some tweets on my phone, for quite some time when I heard gentle knocking on my door. Before I cold respond the door opened and Hussain came in. He appeared excited. He simply walked up to me, sat near my bed on the floor, and kissed me, deeply and forcefully. I was surprised, and excited.

I told him,”Bhaijaan mehmaan hai ghar me. Koi aa gya to?” Bhaijaan,”Abe koi nhi ayega. Bas Riyad hi hai, par wo tere kamre m q ayega?” Well I was already sold, looking at the tent in his shorts. He lowered his shorts from one side, revealing that he’s without any underwear. Wow.

This risk taking attitude of his made me even more horny. I got to my side and held his already semi hard dick over his pants. I could feel its struggle against the fabric of his shorts, growing against all friction. I started moving my hand, back and forth, helloing his prisoner. I inserted another hand from the sides, grabbing his balls and gently tugging at them.

I could see the wet spot marked by my stimulus on his shorts. Suddenly we heard a voice, calling for Hussain, growing closer. Riyad was coming. I suddenly left all the ‘lovely’ business I was handling, while Hussain calmed his breath and settled his humongous dick somehow in his shorts without the aid of an underwear.

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Riyad came to my room and knocked, asking if I had seen Hussain. Well before I could answer, he saw Hussain standing there, looking like he got caught stealing red handed, with a very easily visible bump on his shorts and a big spot of precum.

To add to our crime scene, my bed looked upheaveled, with a dark stain from Hussain’s leaked cum from my ass last night, a surefire giveaway of what we were up to. Anyways, Riyad told that we were being called downstairs, and went away, with wide eyes and I am certain a load of questions running through his mind too.

I was about to ask Hussain why wasn’t more careful, but I kinda knew the daredevil that bahijaan is. He just kissed me and ran to his room, to change. After all, he wouldn’t come downstairs commando, or would he? I’ll be back someday with a sequel to this hot story. Until then Adieu.

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