Gay fuck story of getting ass wrecked at wedding

Gay fuck story: This incident happened in 2018, at one of my cousin’s wedding. I was a young dumb 21 years old college graduate, who have been hooking up with guys for a couple of years. This was a typical Maharashtrian wedding. A whole day event that starts at dusk and ends at dawn.

It was a pleasant month of February, and I was in my customary sherwani. Around 9 am we all gathered at the entrance of this well decorated wedding hall eagerly waiting for the grooms barat to show up. It was a typical satire of groom’s side taking hours to show up, dancing their way to the hall at a turtle’s pace.

This gave me enough time to gaze at their whole procession and lay my eyes on some goodlooking lads on their side. The masculinity was oozing out of the guys in that barat.

The one guy who caught my attention the most was this 5’11” tall hunk, seemingly mid twenties, in his blue denim, black shirt, a vest jacket, pink safa, and rocking this thick well groomed beard. Was he a cliché? Yes. Is I drooling over him stereotypical? Yes.

But this a big fat Indian wedding, and convention out of me was overflowing.

Back to the story. Finally they remembered that their is a wedding to attend, and they entered the hall. After all the rituals were done, the banter began, groom side folks were an arse, and the bride side were being playful. Through all this, I got more fixated on this dude.

Turns out, he is the grooms brother. I won’t lose a chance to smile by him, trying to get close to him, take part in his brut shenanigans. But he won’t pay attention at all. As the day progressed and all were tired, I saw him sitting in the corner balcony a floor above.

I snuck a small bottle of rum from the partying uncles and went upstairs. He was sitting on the chair by himself, with a serious face.

I: Hey Ajit, what’s up? Yaha akele kyun baithe ho
Ajit: Nothing yaar. Just tired feel kar raha hoon.
I took a chance and flashed him the bottle of rum.

I: Refreshment loge?
Ajit: Sala kaha sey jamaya ye tune. Of course!
I: Niche uncle log daaru party kar rahe hai, wahi sey utha laya. Coke lana bhool gaya.
Ajit: Are baccho jaise daaru mein nahi pita.

He took the bottle, and took few sip. Meanwhile I sat on the floor
I: Arey mujhe bhi do

I snatched the bottle from his hands and began to sip. Like that we finished half of the bottle. And I was getting tipsy. He looked at his phone and gave a pissed look.

I: Kya hua?
Ajit: Kuch nahi. Sala, girlfriend nakhre kar rahi hai. Karne to kuch deti nahi, lekin tamashe duniya bhari ke.
I: Toh phir khud se hi khayal rakh liya karo.
Ajit: Abe hila hila ke lund bhi bore ho gaya hain.

And he parted his legs to show his man spread.

Not sure if it was the rum, or me being horny, but I thought it was now or never. So, I leaned forward and put my hand on one of his thigh. He didn’t respond, so I got more courage and started caressing it.

He parted his firm thighs, and acted as if he was absorbed in his phone screen. His man spread, and visibly growing bulge gave me courage to slip my hands closer to his crotch. Suddenly..

Ajit: Kya kar raha hai?
I: Kuch nahi (and took my hands back).
Ajit: Andar chal.

The wedding hall top floor had some rooms if people wanna take rest or for dress change. Ajit held my shoulder and dragged me into one of the room. He closed the door from inside. Came close to me, pushed me down by my shoulder, unzipped his jeans, and whipped out his dick.

Ajit: Mooh me le.

I took his semi hard cock in my mouth and started sucking it. I could feel his dick growing in my mouth. He was rocking a 6-7 inch hard shaft with some chub. It became difficult for me to swallow his dick all the way in.

Ajit: Gandu, jab se aya hu, teri nazar hai mere par. Yeh mat soch ke maine ignore kiya. This is what you wanted. Ab le mera lund mooh me.

And with that he held my head from behind, shoved his shaft in my throat, and held it there. Within a couple of seconds I gagged and panted for a breath. When he held my hair and pulled his shaft out, I realized his belt was on the floor, and denims were already down to the knees. He lowered his underwear, and shove my face again between his thighs.

He was treating my head like a joystick, maneuvering it the way he wants, to his balls, taint, his well trimmed bush, and back to his dick. He bagan to fuck my mouth again. And with the last push he chocked me again making me drool all over his cock.

When he took it out of my mouth, it was hard as rod, the foreskin was retracted, and the dick head was moist and shining in its absolute glory.

He lifted me by my arm, and pushed my pants and underwear down. With that my dick sprung up.

Ajit: Chudakkad, tu toh bahut enjoy kar raha.

I was awed by his dominance and muttered “uh hmm”.

He pinned me with my face against the wall, ran his burly hands on my thighs and lifted my sherwani to the waist, exposing my ass.

Ajit: Gaand to ekdum chikni hai. Sala puri tayyari se aya hai.

Gay fuck story of horny bottom’s hard fuck

To which I nodded. Ajit spat in his hand, and rubbed it against my hole. He held his dick and without wasting time shoved his shaft in my hole. I screamed out of pain, but it was muffled by his hand on my mouth. He kept it in there for my hole to relax and then began fucking it.

He was jack hammering my ass for almost what felt like eternity. Soon he said “nikalne wala hai”, and with a big push in my ass he filled me with his cum. In all this I didn’t realize when I came. There was cum dripping from my cock, trickling down to my legs.

We zipped our pants up after we were done. Doing it while hundreds of people are downstairs made that fuck so hot and adventurous, that we felt smoke in the air.

Soon we came to our senses and realized that the smoke was from the ritual of hawan, and by the time we rush to attend it, it was long over. I spent rest of my day puzzled and with a sore ass filled with his seeds.

Ajit and I mostly ignored each other for the rest of the time.