Kinky homo story of Abeer with friend’s brother

Kinky homo story: Hi guys, I’m Abeer and I am 20 years old. I am here with my second true story for the website which I wrote after I received a lot of love and feedback from the last one. Read this story and send me your feedback by mail on [email protected]

My best friend and I have known each other since childhood. She has a brother called Rihaan who is two years older than us and who studied in a different school from us.

But since I visited her so frequently, he and I grew a friendly bond between us over time that resulted in a memory that I will narrate today.

I am around 5 feet 9, fair and slim like Timothee Chalamet. I have a thin nose, straight dark hair, a clean shaven face and most importantly a cute thick bubble butt.

Rihaan on the other hand is taller than me, has thick curly hair, big lips and dark deep set eyes. His wheatish body is well shaped with a defined hunk-like silhouette.

He was so pretty and attractive but I never felt anything towards him. He did get some attention from girls because of his impeccable dressing sense and he did take advantage of it.

One night when I was in the 9th grade my best friend and Rihaan both decided to visit me and stay over at my place. We talked a little bit, watched a movie, had dinner and were ready to sleep.

My best friend slept in another room while Rihaan I decided to sleep in my room, on my double bed. I told him to change into his night suit in the washroom. He went in and I changed my boxers out in the bedroom and locked the room door.

I waited for him to come outside, and when he did, I was more than happy to see him come out. Rihaan had left his t-shirt outside, so he came out shirtless and in his boxers. He had a toned smooth body, with some hair running from his navel to his boxers.

He took his t-shirt and wore it in front of me while I wore mine, only to realise that I was already swooning over him. I had never seen him in that way before.

I don’t know if it was his vanilla-scented night cream or the way his oxidised silver rings looked on him while he was semi naked…I was falling for him faster than ever.

In my sleeveless t-shirt and boxers, Rihaan and I slept beside each other in one large thick blanket. Him and I were sleeping on our backs with our legs and hands a little spread out.

I switched on the fan and AC myself and decided to pretend to sleep. Soon the room got cold even though we used a thick blanket, and I decided to make it colder by reducing the AC temperature.

I knew for a fact that Rihaan takes time to fall asleep and that he doesn’t like the cold so much. But he was also not one to complain and he would try to adjust to just about everything unless it got unbearable.

So I was going to give him the next best alternative to feel warm- I would cuddle in his arms. I thought that I was almost ready to make a move. But I wasn’t so sure of his own intent and how it would affect our relationships so I waited.

While I was engaged in these thoughts I felt his right hand touch my left hand on the bed. His fingers were long, bony and soft, and they felt like a woollen sweater on a snowy night.

Not much later Rihaan and I were holding hands tightly. I still wasn’t sure if he wanted what I did, because he could have merely wanted to cuddle with me.

His intent became clear when he interlocked his fingers with mine, which means much more than a request to cuddle. Both of us were now sleeping on our sides, facing each other.

In a slow game of hesitation and desire Rihaan moved towards me, signalling that he had something in mind. At one point he moved very close, I could almost feel his breath, but he moved back to where we were in the beginning.

I think he was not sure if I wanted it, so I had to reaffirm my intentions. I loosened and retightened my grip on his hands and moved towards him. I wrapped my other palm on his wrist all the while moving closer.

He was corresponding well, getting nearer and nearer. I felt his cold breath on my cheek, the scent of vanilla became more prominent and some of his curls were on my forehead. We were still holding hands.

Our noses and foreheads were touching but our lips were an inch apart. That distance of an inch meant a lot, for me it was the same as a mile. He broke the echoing silence and parted his lips to caress mine.

I felt his breath from his mouth for less than a second and our lips met ever so softly. His were so supple and luscious while mine were thinner and firm.

With each kiss the room started feeling less cold because our bodies became warmer. My stomach was weak with butterflies and my heart felt a million times lighter than a feather. I went deeper into his mouth and our tongues were touching each other.

In every kiss Rihaan’s tongue would lick the inner part of my upper lip, driving me insane.

We stopped kissing each other and stopped holding hands. Rihaan gently pushed me so that I was sleeping on my back and then he slept on top of my body.

At the time we were of the same height so I felt his heart beat against my chest and his boner against mine. I put my hands around his waist and he cupped my face and kissed me tenderly.

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My hands went down on his ass and I realised for the first time how big and fluffy it was. I held it in my hands and gave it a gentle squeeze and Rihaan let out a soft moan while kissing me.

He took off his and my t-shirt in the dark room and kissed me again. We were both still under the blanket and his body was gliding against mine, the touch of our skins giving me the comforting warmth of a campfire in the cold.

He now kissed my chest and was going down towards my boner.

We all have one guy who we never knew we liked sexually, until we did. Think of that boy who you want to kiss all over and sleep with multiple times.

Wait for the next part to find out what happened after and don’t forget to give me your feedback on [email protected].