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BDSM Gay Story: Hi Guys, I am back with next part of my story. Firstly I would like to thank you all once again for so many appreciation mails. Ok, now back to the story.
You remember from last chapter, Arnav was showing me pics of some guy with him, in his laptop. When I opened a folder contents of which shocked me.
The contents were almost a dozen videos, each had duration of almost 30 to 90 minutes. I was almost scared to open them, but he ushered me to go ahead, I clicked on one of them. In the video it was Arnav and that guy, it was just a casual starting in the beginning, but then it intensified it all ended in that guy and Arnav getting naked, sucking and fucking, (that guy was fucking Arnav).
I observed that Arnav was very happy, and have absolutely no inhibitions, I kept fast forwarding each so that I don’t have to see entire video. After a few videos I saw that it was now flip fuck, that is it was Arnav who was fucking that guy.
A few videos later I noticed it was a group of 5 guys, Arnav was being fucked by one of them, while other guy was getting fucked by someone else. Even while in sex Arnav was looking sad and dull, and apparently, in no mood of being in that group. He was looking at the other guy sadly, while that other guy was getting fucked by one guy and sucking another, enjoying it to the core and had no interest in looking at Arnav.
There were another 3 Such group sex videos, I barely watched them this time, I just fast forwarded, but one thing was super striking in those videos, while Arnav and the other guy were doing it.
Arnav looked quite happy both while being fucked and while fucking. But in all the group videos, I could see he was just sad and dull. It was like he was forcing himself to do it.
However, I was shocked with all those videos. Arnav, this decent, cute, innocent looking guy, in porn video? My brain was totally boggled now, I was unable to digest the fact that a decent guy like Arnav would allow himself to be filmed while having sex, and judging by the quality of the videos they were taken in bright light, and with full concent of the guys in the video.
Did I just made such loving sex to a fucking porn star? Beneath my disbelief rose a ripple of anger, Anger flooded my mind, and took control for a minute, he turned his face towards me, my eyes were full of hate, and he actually noticed it and was scared of me, which did nothing to cool me.
I grabbed him by his hair, the intensity of my grip made him cringe with pain. I raised my hand to slap him, how dare he trick me like this. I just slept with a porn star. He looked at me with fear for a minute, but then sadness took it’s place. He closed his eyes tightly getting himself ready to be treated roughly.
That look on his face made my senses return, what the fuck was I about to do? Hit a guy, whom I barely knew, in his own house? Was I damn crazy? I loosened my grip on his hair, and took my hand back. He opened his eyes, surprised, then some kind of understanding was there.
He slowly got up from bed, looking for his clothes, “You probably want to go home, I understand, give me a few minutes, I will drop you, don’t worry, I will stop one or two streets away from your house so that you don’t have to show it to me” he said, wearing his pants, beneath his tone, I could sense strain, he was trying hard not to cry.
Then I remembered something else, in the videos, he was not actually happy, and judging by the richness of his house, he is not a cheap hooker who allowed himself to be filmed while having sex for money. A series of tangled thoughts came in at one go and then rearranged themselves and all the pieces fell in place, I almost understood what happened.
My eyes got back to focus, he was turned the other side, wearing his clothes, and was shaking violently. For a moment I thought it was due to cold, then I realised, he was not shivering, he was shaking, as he was crying. My heart melted into water, “Arnav” I called in a slow voice, “yes, I am ready, shall we leave” he said quickly drying his eyes on the back of his hand.
I rushed to him, turned him towards me and held him one step away from me looking into his eyes. There was no light in his eyes, they were dark and sad, his innocent, gorgeous face was all strained with tears. He was looking like a frightened child. My heart wrenched painfully.
He saw my expressions, but misjudged them, and owing to the way I behaved a few minutes ago, it was not his fault to misunderstand. He tried to compose himself and said in a low stuttering voice “If.. if ..those.. made you horny again, and you want sex, I am okay” he said, quickly unbuttoning his shirt, “you don’t have to do any romance with me, I understand you don’t want to do that now, I can qu.. quickly give you a blow job, ee..eif..if you .like” he said sadly.
Trying to kneel down to take my cock. My heart was filled with sorrow. I stopped him, and took him close and hugged him, not with passion but with love, and understanding. He was surprised, I slowly lifted his head and got my lips down on his, and gently kissed him, then to make him understand that I am not revolted by him or taking him in a wrong way I deepened my kiss, with all love, and hugged him tightly.
He was still under surprise, I moved my mouth away from his mouth, kissed him gently on the cheek and muttered “I am sorry Arnav, I misunderstood you, sorry for my behavior, I am really sorry” the minute these words left my mouth and the minute he registered what I said, the barrier broke, his self control shattered, he started weeping uncontrollably.
His tears made my eyes wet too. I hugged him tightly, he was shivering now, with the outburst came relief and anticipation, which were giving him chills. I pulled off his shirt, threw it on thr ground, and hugged him, within seconds he was out of his pants too.
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We both were in our underwear, hugging each other not out of lust but out of love, I had no desire for sex, I just wanted our skins to touch as much as possible, so that he knows that I am with him, physically and emotionally, completely.
We got into bed, he wrapped himself around me like a frightened child. We got under the sheets just with our underwear, still we had no sexual desire, he wanted me..emotionally, and I was there. He kept his head on my chest, his eyes still streaming with tears. It took another 30 minutes for him to get into control, and the things he told me, left me shocked.
I will tell you what they were..in next chapter.. Till then stay safe, take care.
Love
Kishan
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