Indian Gay Sex Story: An outdoor chennai fuck

Indian Gay Sex Story: An outdoor chennai fuck

Indian Gay Sex Story: This incident happened to me five years ago when I was 19 years old. Let me describe myself first. I was 5′10″ tall back then and I am fair of skin. I play football, tennis and I am a regular swimmer and I practice taek-won-do so I am pretty muscular. My body is of the lean and hard type – I do not have much flesh on me, but the overall effect seems to be quite attractive judging by the number of men who make passes at me ?

Anyways, I was riding my bicycle home late at night (this is in south Chennai) and it was starting to drizzle. It must have been after 10′o’clock. I had spent the past three weeks training hard for the upcoming zonals and therefore had been very busy with coaching as well as academics and did not have the time or energy to masturbate.

However, while I had been on my way to Guindy earlier that day by the electric train, this woman (who must have been middle-aged) actually felt me up! She left her hand resting on my thigh, and at first I thought it was a mistake, or a ‘maternal’ gesture or something… but then her hand began to move and she slowly massaged my thigh…higher and higher… I was kind-of embarrassed somebody might see.. but with all the crowd and the jolting of the train and the beggars and the music-players who were playing some kind of instrument, nobody seemed to notice that a woman had her hand on a vayasu-payyan’s groin.

I got off the train at my stop and went on my way, but the experience made my blood flow hot. For the rest of that day, I had a raging, leaking, eight-and-a-half- inch hard-on. So I was riding my bicycle around (like I do a lot around my neighborhood) and I was passing by the constructions being done at the MRTS line at Perungudi. If you have ever been there, you will know that it is located in the middle of a large marsh without any major houses or building in the surrounding half-a-kilometer.

Since it was night-time, the place was deserted, with stones and cement and all that sort of crap lying around in huge piles. In the distance I could see the huts of the workers illuminated dimly by kerosene lamps. At this point my cock was soft and with the huge repeated erections all day, it had not shrunk to its usual size, but was encased in my briefs like an eight-inch long, thick snake.

My whole body felt hot with all my muscles tense, and I was extremely randy. In this kind-of mood, I often find myself eying girls and women lasciviously and therefore as a means of ensuring that I don’t become a skirt-chaser or a social nuisance, I jerk-off in the bathrooms privately. Deciding that enough was enough, I stopped the bicycle, turned and rode slowly towards the building, looking for a place to stand and jerk-off.

When I came next to the building, I got off my bike, kicked the stand down and walked into the big entrance. The whole place was like a cavern. There was a big pile of sand at the entrance at the top of the entrance steps. I headed towards it to escape the mild drizzle. As I approached it, I saw the glow of a cigarette. There was a guy already sitting on the pile and smoking. On a spur of the moment,

I decided to go talk to him. He turned towards me as I approached and sat down next to him. I said Hi and made some small talk. It turned out that he was one of the workers here and as he was talking, and as my eyes got adjusted to the light, i was able to see that he was quite handsome in the way that manual laborers are handsome – with a lean, strong body. His face was masculine with angular features and he had strong thighs and legs under his rolled-up lungi. His hair was thick and curly, and his voice was deep and honey-like as he spoke.

“So, what’s a good classy boy like u doing here at this time of night?” I lifted an eyebrow and asked him what gave him the impression that I was ‘classy’? I then spoke in our patented Madras Tamil with our special vulgar accent ? and told him about the incident in the train earlier in the day. He laughed softly when I told him about it… I found that I liked his laugh – it was deep and rumbling. I felt really comfortable talking to him. I told him jokingly that it was nothing to laugh about – indecent women molesting young men on trains, at which he chuckled more. “And besides” I told him, “I’ve been fucking hard and raging all day” and I put my hand in my lycra shorts and massaged myself softly.

The feeling of touching myself after so long was so good that for a moment I forgot where I was and just enjoyed the sensation. When I opened my eyes, I saw that he was taking drags off his cigarette while watching my hand move under my shorts. His gaze slid over my muscled thighs which were bare since my shorts were small and covered only half of my thighs. His gaze stayed over the flexing muscles in my thighs and forearms and suddenly I felt very hot.. unbearably hot! – could this really be happening? Is right now going to be my first time?

A twisting, coiling feeling of thrill leapt in my stomach. The feeling of hormonal, sexual heat I had felt all day intensified three-fold into an all-body burning sensation and I moaned at the pleasure-pain of it. I wanted another human body to touch and hold in my arms and I wanted him to touch me. God, its so Hard. Feel it.” I told him. He took a puff of his cigarette, threw it away and felt up my cock through my shorts.

Yes!! Holy fuck, he’s actually touching me! My head dropped back in bliss. His large, masculine hand on my crotch was amazing! I encouraged him by moaning my appreciation. A deep, alien, growling sound which I barely recognized as my own rumbled from my chest in pleasure. He then lifted the elastic band of my shorts and briefs and gripped my hot, bare cock. Oh Man! What an amazing sensation! I was so glad he actually dared to do it.

I lay on my back on the sand pile with one elbow digging into the sand and my other hand over my mouth trying to control my growls and moans and my eyes clenched in pleasure. My cock grew and grew in his grip until he could no longer wrap his hand completely around it! Now, I had always known that I had an above-average sized dick – a lot of guys have them. And during the inter-school sports-meets during post-game showers in the swimming pool lockers, I had always noticed that my cock hung larger than other boys.

But when I opened my eyes to see him holding my cock, I barely recognized the huge, pulsating, weeping monster jutting out from my crotch. It must’ve been my largest size and it was so thick that his fingers only barely met around it! “Oh man, do some more” I moaned. He began to move his hand over it, going to the tip and coming all the way down… gathering the pouring pre cum to lubricate my cock, up and down…up and down..(Oh Shit!). I looked at him and he was staring at the thing like he had never seen a cock before. I joked at him, asking him what he was staring at. “You are very big.

How old are you?” He asked. I felt a rush of adrenaline, realizing that he felt impressed with me. I told him I was 19. His eyes widened slightly. I suddenly felt overcome with a masculine urge to prove myself. I knocked his hand off my cock, pulled my shorts up and got up. “You wanna see the rest of me? My cock is not the only part of me that’s big.” I then stripped off my T-Shirt and flexed for him. “Whaddya think?” I asked and showed off my body. He looked me over thoroughly. His gaze slid over my shoulders, arms, chest, my defined abs (my prized possession) and down over my crotch and thighs.

I was thrilled that this guy was so confident that he would look over another man up and down so boldly. I then stripped off my shorts and briefs as well. My eight-and- a-half-inch red, gorged pole stood proudly up to my navel. He was wearing a lungi, but I could still see his dick poking a tent in them. ”

Show me yours” I told him. He looked a bit surprised, but smiled rakishly and got up. I then moved over to him, and before he could react, I stood inch-to-inch with him. I then kissed him slowly on his jaw and licked up his face. He sounded like he might object, but I put my arms on either side of his shoulders and pressed my body into him. My cock met his cock through the lungi, and that is all that I had control over. With a groan, I popped his buttons and pulled off his shirt in a swift motion and put my right hand over his chest and left nipple.

At first he seemed to protest and try to throw me off, but I was as strong as he was and in a minute, his hands were on my back and he was hugging me. He ran his hands slowly and firmly over my broad, naked back and then gripped both of my tight, firm buttocks and gave a hard squeeze. Then I lost it.

With a growl, I hooked a foot around his ankle and tackled him to the ground. He landed on his back on the sand with me on top of him and for a moment he looked surprised and looked like he was going to fight me. But I had him in a leg lock and he could not get up. He looked at me and I did nothing but stare him down for a few seconds until he calmed down.

I then began kissing, nibbling and tasting my way over his face, his hard cheekbones, his strong jaw and down… his neck, throat (he grunted when I nipped at his throat) and over his hairy chest.. and down over his flat, hard stomach. At this point, he had his hands in my thick hair and was unconsciously massaging my scalp and kneading my strong shoulders and panting hard. He still had his lungi on which I forcefully yanked away. He gasped at that, and I saw his naked cock. Whoa! Was it beautiful or what? Even his cock was handsome – in an erotic way, and he had firm, strong thighs. I leaned back on my left elbow and surveyed him for a moment.

When he reached for me with an impatient look on his face, I pounced on him and knocked his legs apart – he laughed at that – but he was soon grunting in pleasure when I planted both my hands on the sand on either side of his face and lying between his legs, began to hump him. My hard 8.5-inches and his dick were firmly rubbing against each other and against our abdomen with every movement. The feeling was indescribable!

His hands wandered all over my back and shoulders… but then he reached down and while firmly cupping my hard, clenching butt, his fingers – either by accident or on purpose – brushed against that sensitive orifice in between. I went wild!! I began to rear up and pound into him really hard, savagely giving it to him with a jackhammer-like force. I knew he could take it – the fellow was strong. He slightly shifted position and brought his legs together so that my cock could slip between his thighs with friction, and when my cock did, god!

The feeling! In that moment, he took advantage of my distraction and turned us around so that I was at the bottom and him at the top, and we continued with equal force, with him displaying his considerable strength in his forceful thrusts, fiercely rubbing his hard cock against my abdomen. This position was even more fantastic because now my dick could freely shove itself between his thighs and crack.

We enjoyed the friction and the smell of musk and male sweat and tried it in various positions over the next half-hour, and our bodies acquired a sheen of perspiration from all the effort until finally, I was getting close, and I used all my strength to subdue him and pull him under me and lay on top of him and savagely humped him like mad.

He also sensed my impending climax and together we grunted and groaned in a primal orgasmic orgy like a pair of wild bulls rutting… I felt myself getting close… it was as if a dam was breaking and unleashing the river pent up within my loins… I felt it coming like a roaring flood… and threw back my head and howled in the indescribable gushing pleasure. With a final powerful thrust, three whole weeks of hot jizz shot out my cock and sprayed all over mine and his chests, stomach, face and above our heads.

The first three spurts arched over our heads and into the sand beyond, the rest splattered all over us. My cock pulsed twice, three times, four times, five, six, seven, eight times… He grunted deeply and shot his load as well while clasping my heaving shoulders and leaving nail-marks on them that I was not even aware of. Once my hips stopped thrusting, I collapsed onto my elbows, panting as if I had run ten miles. I rolled off him and looked at our bodies – all parts above the waist were splattered in cum.

He had come all over his face where my load had landed. I laughed in between pants and told him to wipe his face. He laughed as well, and together we had a good, satisfied chuckle together which dissipated any awkwardness. I stood up and tried to wipe away the cum with my shirt, when he told me to stop. He then stood up, hesitated for a moment, and bending down, licked a wad of cum off my chest! For a second, I was so astonished at the sight and the effect that it had on me that I noticed with a sense of detached disbelief that my now soft cock was stirring again. We both looked down where my cock was lengthening between by legs and laughed.

He then clasped me around the shoulders and gave me a hard, man-to-man kiss. I wrapped my arms around his waist and savored it, while grinding our hips and cocks together. I felt a tender affection for this awesome, fantastic guy. I gentled my grip and kissed him softly. This night was the first time that I had ever kissed anyone lip to lip and I suspected it was the same for him. I sucked on his lips firmly and slowly met his tongue with the tip of my own. He pulled back a little surprised. But then he leaned in again and met my tongue with his.

That night I also discovered that the pleasure of kissing is as much if not more than the pleasure of coming – especially if there is affection involved. It’s a different kind of pleasure to be sure, but awesome! I did not want to go, but then realized suddenly how late it must be. I put on my clothes and realized that I must look like a mess with stains all over my shirt and completely reeking of sweat and cum. He put on his shirt and lungi and walked with me to my bicycle. I got on, looked at him standing next to me, all musky and hot with a comradely smile on his face.

I could not resist grabbing him by the back of his head and planting a hard, ravishing on his lips. It was unbelievable – how masculine and in-control being with him made me feel. I hugged him, kissed his check affectionately and told him I had enjoyed doing stuff with him and will come to see him again. We parted and then I rode home (where thankfully, I was able to slip into the bathroom without anyone seeing the state I was in).

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After this incident, Vadivel and I (that is his name) became best friends. He became more important to me than many so-called friends I have had in my life. To this day, I smile with fondness when I think of him. He is in his native place now, got married three years ago and is the proud father of two little boys. I visit him whenever my work takes me down south – and each time I see him, he becomes more handsome to my eyes. He introduced me proudly to his friends and family as his ‘dost from Madras’ and sings my praises to whoever listens.

In his own land, surrounded by things familiar to him, he surprised me by how confident and masculine a lover he is. I now know the pleasure of love-play in fields, in coconut groves, in grape orchards, on shaded hay-piles under neem trees and more such places than I can count! His darkly handsome form and his rustic, hard-bodied masculinity are a treat to my eyes and appetite. I often find myself fascinated by the sight of our color-contrasting bodies sheered in sweat and wrapped around each other.

He always embraces me or puts an arm around me when we are in public as if proclaiming that he is the recipient of my affections, and often makes it a point to sling an arm around my shoulder or waist and kiss me soundly on the face if he finds another man getting too friendly with me ? He teases me sometimes about how I seduced him – a man eight years my senior – and I tease him right back that if it wasn’t me, somebody else would have done it – what with him being so pretty that he makes men salivate! He was – and continues to be – my lover and my best friend.