Indian Gay Sex Story: The horny hunk and the slutty priest

Indian Gay Sex Story: The horny hunk and the slutty priest

Indian Gay Sex Story: Hey everyone! Jerry here and I’m from Kerala. I have been a regular reader of stories here at IGS and always wanted to write about my own experiences and share with you all. I felt shy always but today I am going to share a story of mine which is quite bold and borders on the taboo nature of things.

I will first give you a brief intro about myself. I am a 36-year-old guy and working in Qatar. I have a stable job and everything and I am gay. Despite a lot of family pressure to get settled now, I have not married yet and don’t really intend to. I am a single man who is always on the lookout for fun, especially when I am in India, once every few months.

It is tough to find gay dates in the Gulf countries. There is an elaborate underground network but being Indian we have to be extremely careful over there. I’m a fit and good looking guy and usually have it easy to find someone for fun ASAP on the online platforms but this one was different.

I was attending the Holy Communion ceremony of a niece of mine on a Sunday of August 2015. While there, my eyes crossed with a visiting brother at the church of mine. He looked young, older than me, but young enough. He was in his early forties as I found out later but looked like he must’ve been in his mid-thirties…

So this brother kept looking at me every chance he got and sometimes would even smile if I caught his eye. I kind of had a feeling that this was headed somewhere. I approached him after the mass and the ceremony was over and shook hands with him.

He asked me about my wife inquisitively and was more than keen to learn the reason why I was still unmarried, being the perfect bachelor. He even joked about me joking the clergy “with him”. Pun? I don’t know…

He kept looking into his eyes suggestively and he seemed to be doing the same to me. He was a good-looking, soft-spoken man and everything about his mannerism was alerting my gaydar actively. I wanted to be blunt but I didn’t want to take any chance so I left wishing him luck on his visit here and went to fetch my bike.

I had some errands to run so came separately in my bike. I hopped on my bike, wore the helmet and kicked it to start. I was just about to put it into gear when I felt a hand on my shoulder and someone climbing up my bike. I stopped the ignition and turned around in haste to see who the hell it was…

No points for guessing… It was him. Still smiling but rather naughtily this time. I looked at him questioningly and he just said that he needed to be dropped at his living quarter nearby.

In my head, I weighed the possibilities of the situation for a moment and decided to go for it. I kick started the bike and drove away. He had his hand on my shoulder still but the grasp was a lot more firm now. He was making some small talk but I was just thinking about the morality of fucking a priest. He wasn’t one yet but well, he was going to be soon.

We reached the living quarter. It was a series of individual rooms like a small motel and there was no one else in that complex, it being a Sunday. I wanted to test him so as soon as he got off the bike I started it, ready to leave. He immediately placed his hand on my palm and requested me to join him.

He was smiling now. There was lust and desire in his eyes. I turned off my ignition again, took off my helmet and put the bike on the stand. He quickly went to the door of his room, unlocked it and invited me in. I walked in. It was a small room with an attached tiny kitchen and a bathroom. I was looking around as he quickly walked in and shut the door…

“We need to be quick,” he said with urgency in his tone and pounced at me. He went straight for a hug and began kissing my neck, face and came to my lips in a hurry. Meanwhile, he was also pushing me to the bed. We fell on the small bed and had a wild makeout session while simultaneously undressing each other.

He had a milky white complexion with a fairly smooth body compared to my hairy and dusky body. As soon as he got my briefs off, he took my dick into his mouth and gave me an amazing deep blowjob. It was definitely one of my top five best blowjobs.

He then turned over in doggy-style and began applying his spit on his ass hole. I didn’t have a condom on. Who takes a condom to the church anyway? I was too horny though and trusted his holy ass at that moment…

I spit on my dick, pulled the foreskin back and pushed it into his hole. It was a tight hole and he was in pain but he wanted it badly and was pushing himself to my crotch instead of pulling away. I grabbed his waist and pushed harder… It went in and as soon as it did, I began fucking his ass fast.

With every thrust, he would wail like a goat and push against me back. I was close. I spanked his ass cheeks a few times and began drilling him nonstop. A few minutes passed and I fell on top of him, pushing him down on the bed with my cock lodged deep in his ass. He squealed, I grunted and came deep inside him.

He lay under me, dead pleased. When I took my dick out I saw that he had also cum and his ass was all red from the spanks. I went to the bath to wash up. When I returned he was all dressed up in a lungi and his shirt and was holding my clothes. The slut wanted to kick me out as soon as possible now…

Read the hot and steamy Indian gay sex story of a sexy guy from Kerala finding a horny church brother for a quick fuck on a Sunday!

I got dressed quickly. He opened the door, looked around carefully and then let me out and shut his door immediately. Damned bastard! I was angry but I just fucked a beautiful tight ass and couldn’t really complain. I got his fear too.

I just put on my helmet and left to take care of my errands… I didn’t see that brother the next Sunday. I inquired from the nuns and came to know that he left the very next day for Cuttack. I haven’t met him since…