Gay porn story of a desi groom’s seduction: 1
Gay Porn Story: Hello Guys, I am back with another exotic story… (it happened really) But before I begin, I would like to thank you one and all for your emails and appreciation.
This incident happened just around two or three years ago, it was just the beginning of summer, and the wedding season was at its fullest swing. A friend of mine dragged me into a wedding of his far off relative since I had nothing better to do, I went. It was there that all of this happened.
By the time we went to the function hall the groom had already arrived and the basic rituals had already begun. At first, I didn’t really take much notice of the groom. But when he arrived in his silver-white clothes, I couldn’t help but just gaze at him lost for any words.
He was of some 5’10 height, very fair, and had big hazel brown shiny eyes, his hair was curly and slightly wavy, his lips were slightly pink, and he had sparkly white teeth which dazzled me whenever he was talking to someone or even laughing, he had a short beard and a mush.
His athletic body was hardly concealed under the semi-transparent kurta that he was wearing. The white half vest he was wearing was clearly showing from underneath his kurta quite provocatively. His eyes were warm and loving which completed his frame perfectly.
He went into the mandap slowly, while we remained just wherever we were. The first thing I noticed after he left was my reflection in the mirror. I was dressed well but not really up to the festivities, and definitely not up to his mark. The wedding was to take a couple of hours more to begin and I sure had to do something about myself if the groom had to notice me and that he had to do…
I took off on my bike immediately, first stop, a men’s parlour. Got a facial that would lighten my face up immediately for the function. Also, had my hair properly trimmed, got my beard, which was hardly a bit more than stubble, to a proper shape.
Next, I went to my house, took a quick and proper shower, picked up my clothes very carefully. A powder blue silk kurta with silver and stone embroidery, a pearly white pyjama, with blue jootis.
An American diamond stud on one ear, light blue contacts for my eyes, a metal watch and simple gold ring completed my makeover. With a dash of Aeropostale perfume, I was all set and got back to the wedding. Wrestling my groaning instinct which was mocking me constantly “For God’s sake Kishan, that’s a groom, and he is getting married in some time, why the heck are you trying to get his attention!”
I didn’t quite notice that in all my makeover, a precious two and a half hours were gone, and the wedding ceremony had already begun. Making sure that my look was not fazed, I stepped into the Mandap, a few curious/admiring glances at me, heightened my confidence that I was not totally lost in the haze of all the colours around.
With an air of breeziness, I stepped near to the mandap where my actual target was located. Continued gazings in my direction made me even more confident (a further few incidents and comments followed, but it will make me sound like bragging, so not going into those details).
Gay porn story of a horny desi guy trying to seduce the groom at his wedding
The bride had not yet arrived, just the groom was performing the rituals under the Pandit’s guidance. Many people had noticed me by then, but the groom. My good spirits were slowly fading away, when at the very precise moment an aunty whom I know shrieked like a girl, and said, “Why Kishan, aren’t you looking cute!” and pinched my cheeks.
This commotion made the groom (Varun) to take his eyes off the rituals and look at me. My stomach did a flip over. At first, his glance was mildly interesting, but it gradually turned curious to interesting…
To be continued…
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Love
Kishan.
