Gay fucking story of horny night at the petrol pump: 2
Gay fucking story: “Koi jaldi nahi”, I replied. For a moment we were the only people in the world, and we didn’t need words to communicate somehow. He was lying on a small corner side sofa just beside a wall lamp.
The soft yellow light was bringing me the letter of his glowing face, I could tell he was blushing with my eyes on him, and was know with me blushing too. All my cowardice shot out of the window and I simply approached him, my walk was speaking, “buddy I have no hurry in the world” I reached the beautiful face, touched his cheeks, and somehow admired the beauty of this handsome man, just lying on the sofa.
He tilted his head pressing my hand between his cheeks and elbow revealing the length of his neck, his skin was soft and was decently groomed, and was just starring me as if an audience awaiting for a show to begin.
My other hand went on his other cheek with my thumb caressing his lips, the soft, pure and innocent lips, The softness of the lips sunk my thumb on them and at that moment I couldn’t resist.
We are two males, in a vacant dimly lit space, in middle of nowhere, with hot bodies in a chilly night. I kissed him softly, but his hands went behind my back and pulled me even closer, I leaned completely into him with his hands clawing into my back, our lips were hungry, we were hungry, and he was noy a shy guy anymore.
I put my leg into the armrest, placed the other slightly on his lap and we both were now on the sofa, me on him, him below me, I couldn’t let go of his face, and he of my back. We were both sinking into each other; there was no air between out face, between our chests.
My hands ran from his cheeks to behind into his hairs, grab them and banged it on the head-rest gently. The passion roused. I was climbing onto him and was looking straight down on him; he was facing up, reaching for more and more.
I started kissing his chin, cheeks, neck, oh his neck! soft, smooth enchanting neck, I was worshiping it, and he was letting me know where he wanted me to be. His hands inside my t-shirt beneath my jacket, roaming my back, marking their presence.
While I, with my tongue slogging his neck, opened the first few buttons of his shirt. I was kissing his elbows, his arms, his collarbone, while letting the shirt leaving things to my imagination, but he wanted no suspense, he tried taking off my jacket but was failing to do so.
I was so hot that while taking off my own jacket I ended up taking off my shirt too intact. He was admiring my hairy chest, his hands no longer roamed my back but were roaming in the grassland of my chest, gently, and his cold hands reached my nipples. And my tongue reached his.
He had very sensitive nipples, the second my tongue touched his raw pink tight nipple, he bounced, but not much up as I was on him, his lust was banging my body with all of his own, his body banged on mine. And I was enjoying all of his excitement; he grabbed my chest by his palm coz he was excited and needed to grab onto something.
I undid his shirt slowly, but didn’t let him take it off. He was wearing black jeans, tight. I opened the button; it led me to a valley inside, and revealed red underwear. Man! The classics never get old, black and red-hot as hell. I took his jeans off and my hands were wandering on his soft thighs.
He was glowing the rush of blood in white soft skin was driving me crazy; I couldn’t get enough of this guy. I saw his face, he was shaking with my hands on his upper thigh, the view was titillating, the dim lights reflected from his face and in that moment I found him to be the most beautiful guy, pure, hungry, a bit scare but excited.
I couldn’t help but kiss him again, but while doing so I picked him up from the sofa, he wrapped his legs around me. His red underwear was caressing my lower belly, my arms held him in his unbuttoned shirt, out nipples were slightly touching in the movement from sofa to a table over the counter and I place this angel slowly on the flatness.
I took a moment to admire the view, shirt trying n failing to cover his shoulders & red underwear enveloping a hot sex man, waiting to be undone. I climbed on the table on him and started kissing his neck, and moved down slowly.
His nipples were pointed now, his soft chest was red, and his naval freakishly soft was revealing every tremor of the earthquake he was feeling. I could say he was shy and i was impressed by his gut to make the first move. I kissed his waist he jumped on me.
I found his spot; I tended it with care but made sure he knew that I found it. I kissed it softly, and moved down to his underwear, I kissed the red boxer briefs, my hands held his ass, while my teethes pulled the strap out and snap! Left it to be rammed against this waist.
I left a little red line for some time. From back, my hands were getting to know the softest ass which was firm in its own way. And I slowly pulled it down. I saw his cock, it was nice, ordinarily I don’t suck coz i think i don’t do it well, I didn’t bother kissing his pink lolli,
I thought he would be looking down at me, but his head was back eyes shut, lips parted exhaling in instalments, I kissed it again, and licked his inner this, his underwear was dangling by his toe, swinging in a desperate attempt to hold on to its own we, the sweet hot owner.
A loud flash of light swiftly passed by the window with a loud horn. It was another man, looking for petrol. I was a bit scared, but he was ignoring the situation told me to take care of it, I was bare chested, with nothing but my pyjamas on with my dick erect trying to poke out, I found my jacket wore it directly on, and went out.
Gay fucking story of wild night at the petrol pump
A sudden cold air hit me like a wall, Man! It was chilly outside. While walking towards him, i was not supposed what to do, am I going to fill the tank !, I just reached the machine and said, “Petrol khatam ho gaya hai” I felt bad, but felt good on realising his tank not empty, there was another pump 2 kms ahead I said, and he seems to be stress free.
I knew the other pump wasn’t as occupied as this one coz I was sure not one in this city was as Iucky I was getting. I turned around towards the store, and saw my reflection in the glass again, nothing was visible from outside.
I went in, the warmth greeted me, and my sight held an undone man, with nothing but a looses open shirt, stretching on a table, I was attracted like a moth to flame, unbothered of the world around him.
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