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Homoerotic sex story: Deepak and I spent the entire night sleeping together, kissing all night. Deepak invited me for a night stay at a friend’s farmhouse at a rural place away from Pune.
I almost immediately agreed as a rural rustic place was perfect to spend time with this sexy dude.
Saturday evening arrived. Deepak came to my hotel to pick me up. His appearance was way different from what I had seen the first night.
Nicely sculpted beard, wearing aviator sunglasses, a stringer tank top with almost open sides and a pair of short pants, probably crafted out of his old jeans, showing off almost the entire hairy thigh.
He was riding a Royal Enfield with his arms spread out showing off the thick bush in the pits. It appeared a bit odd for a guy who made living by driving a cab, but who was I to judge!
I was wearing a sleeveless loose top on a loose short, which looked pretty modest.
Deepak was not interacting much. He felt cold to me like RoboCop, but it was adding to the suspense. After a few tens of kilometers the din of the city subsided. The sun was pretty low on the horizon.
We were passing through swaths of open fields with the golden sun lighting up my dude’s face at a low angle. We were now totally out into the rural area. Even the scattered clusters of houses were not to be seen, nor were any vehicles passing us any more, except for an occasional one.
The sun had set and it was getting dark. I moved close to Deepak, licking and kissing his nape. I put one hand into his tank top, running it over his hairy chest and grasped it.
I slid my other hand along his treasure trail into his shorts to reach his thick bushy crotch and held his pole in my fist.
I bit his ears, thrusted tongue into ears, and licked his beard. The manscent arising from his pits, mixed with rustic smell was driving me mad. My crotch was on fire and I wanted to fuck him deep.
But my dude was riding the bike steadfastly without any change in expression. Only change that I felt was his rapidly growing hardon. Deepak abruptly stopped the bike. He then asked me if I wanted to ride.
We switched places. I was hoping for similar fun, but Deepak didn’t even hug me from behind. That was pretty strange.
Straight a few kilometers on the same road, we crossed a thick vegetation which opened into a large swath of fields with a farmhouse in the middle of it, with no other habitation for long distances in any direction. I felt a gulp in my throat but it just added to my imaginations.
We arrived at the gate. A guy opened the wooden gate and I took the bike inside. I heard the guy close the creaking gate behind us. My dude got down from the bike, went towards the guy and gave him a big hug, a bit longer for a casual hug, which stirred my pants.
They patted each other on the back. My dude darted straight to the house without even being bothered about me. Again, pretty strange. A quick scan and I found that it was a decent farmhouse with multiple rooms with an adjoining servants quarter.
No one appeared to be there except for the dude who opened the gate. I got off the bike. The gate-dude walked up to me and introduced himself as Suraj, who was the caretaker-cum-cook at the farmhouse, able to speak bare minimum English apart from Marathi and some Hindi.
He lived alone over there managing entire premises, sometimes frequented by visitors.
Accustomed to the surroundings, my eyes were now scanning Suraj bottom up. He was a hunk of dusky meat – next to naked except for the tight Jockey black trunk briefs that encased his visibly large package.
A thick mat of pubes peeped out of the waist band that narrowed down into a thin treasure trail of coarse hair, navigating his navel and ending into a moderately thick bush at the chest cleavage adorned by two small dark nipples.
His large broad sculpted chest was made of two quite large muscle slabs heaving as he breathed. Except for the cleavage bush, he was smooth all over the body. He had strong sculpted arms, thighs, shoulders with a thick bush in the pits.
The thick neck ended in an oval face with a thick moustache and piercing black eyes looking directly at me. I was on fire. This was on one of the few occasions on which I was desperate to be bred by a hunk, instead.
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In all this, I then noticed that his piercing eyes were looking into mine. I was not sure how much time passed but he was smiling. He shook my hand with his firm hands – “Welcome Sir, have a nice stay” – softly thundered his voice.
Moving towards the house, I looked over my shoulder and found Suraj still looking at me. I smiled and entered the house…
TO BE CONTINUED…
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