Indian Gay Erotica of New Roommates Getting Cozy: 4
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Hello again. Varun here, back with another experience, This is a story of the time when I was new to Mumbai. You read how I met Ravi, and how our sexual tension has increased since then. Also, Shahzada(Ravi’s dick) has been introduced to you. Now go aead and see what happens.
I received tremendously positive feedback on my last story, “Indian gay sex story of a surprise bus encounter”, and “Indian gay porn story of a poker game turning dirty” which prompted me to share more experiences.
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He was clearly intoxicated and unaware of my presence in the room. He removed his boxers, while stroking his dick and then turned towards me. What happened next was unexpected. He held my face and,
Ravi: You are so hot. I love you.
Me: I should go to my rom. You are a little drunk. Sleep it off. While I so wanted to be there, play with his dick, and maybe even more, I also knew that he was drunk, and it’ll be impossible to explain it tomorrow, when he’s back in his senses if something happens tonight.
I got up and went to my room, ensuring to get a good look of his pumped up, 8 and half inch shahzada, bursting with veins and glistening with a bit of precum. My mouth was f illed with saliva, and all I wanted was to run my tongue along its massive length, make him moan and taste the nectar that resides in his massive, tight, hairless balls.
I somehow reached my room, but I knew I had to take care of my hard-on now. I removed my tshirt and jeans in fraction of a minute, and threw my boxers away like unwanted weed. Then I fell on the bed, eyes closed, still picturing his hot physique and hotter dick, and started jerking off.
I usually need porn to jerk off to, but right now my imagination was running more vivid, more intense and definitely hotter than any porn I had ever seen. In my imagination, I never left Ravi’s room. Infact, as soon as he took out his dick, I touched it, and a shiver ran down his spine.
He then came closer to me, and started kissing me. His kiss was tender, yet passionate. His hands entered my shirt, exploring my chest. My hands were already on his ass, pushing his body into mine, while he was biting my neck and kissing my beard.
Just as my imagination was about to turn wilder, I heard a knock on my door. I knew it was Ravi, but I was somehow disappointed because I was interrupted. I got up, searched for my boxers, and somehow contained my boner, by wedging it between my abdomen and boxer’s waist strap. Opening the door, I found Ravi standing there, still buck naked, but completely wet.
Apparently he went to take a shower after I left, but forgot to wipe himself up. I asked him what’s the matter.
Ravi: Bro, I am feeling lonely in my room, alone. Can I sleep here maybe today?
Me: Dude, yes you can. But first you need to dry up.
He either didn’t hear me or didn’t understand, and went just like that, dripping wet inside my room. I ran behind him, ogling at his perfect ass and caught hold of him. I grabbed a towel and started drying him, unless he makes my whole bed wet. I ran the towel through his thick wavy hair, dried water off his perfect nose and beautiful chin and also from his chiseled chest.
I swear, when rubbed the towel on his nipples, I could feel his heartbeat shooting. I spent some time on his chest and back before going to his legs. I finish up one leg, before coming to the thighs. As I approached upwards, he opened his inner thighs, and I kept exploring further. For the first time, I held his dick.
Even when wet, it was hot, and semi hard, but I could feel the muscles in tension, contracting and releasing. I wanted to drop on my knees, and taste it. I held it softly in my palm, and wiped it clean. A slight moan left his lips.
I loved that sound, so I wiped it again, this time with a little more pressure, spending extra time on the tip. This time, he closed his eyes and let out a full moan. Then I turned him around and wiped his ass. While drying between his ass cheeks, I playfully pressed on his tight hole with one finger.
When he didn’t seem to mind it, I pressed harder, so much so that the fingertip went inside. He made a slight ‘ahh’ sound, his eyes still closed in pleasure. I was going nuts hearing him. What I wouldn’t give to just spread those ass cheeks and slide my tongue between them, licking him and biting on that round beauty.
The symphony of losing control over myself has begun, and I didn’t know how much longer I could hold my tunes. Somehow I finished wiping him. He went and lied on the bed, face down such that his legs were hanging.
His position gave me a splendid view of his ass, part of his ‘made only for wet imaginations’ shehzada and his balls, those two spherical, hairless sacs that contained juices that I was longing to taste.
Then he turned his head around while lying on the bed like that, and must have caught me staring at his ass, salivating at the sight and drooling like anything.
Ravi : This is so unfair. You got to see me naked and I haven’t yet seen you naked.
Me: and you’re not gonna. You’re drunk, just go to sleep.
Ravi: I don’t wanna sleep. I have such nice company after such a long time, come sit.
I went and sat by his side, and he turned sideways to face me while holding himself like an inclined plane on his elbows. Now shahzada was lying on the bed, right beside me. There was not more then 3 inches of gap between me and it’s tip.
Ravi started talking about how he’s in a happy high state right now, and that he loves having me around. He asked me to lie down too, so that he doesn’t have to strain his elbow, so I fell on my back, and turned sideways, with very little space between our faces. In the process, my hand accidentally touched his penis, and boy was it warm.
Me: Sorry
Ravi: It’s ok man! It happens. If you want I can repay the favour by touching yours.
Me: you’re not coming anywhere near my package.
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I saw a look pass his face, a mischievous one and he said, we’ll see about that. Saying that, he jumped on me and started wrestling me. He pinned my arms beneath his calves, such that he was sitting on me but facing the other side.
He obviously had more body strength than me, and I had no desire to get away from his grip. He then pulled my boxers down a little, and then yanked them. I fake protested, rejoicing inside and lifted my butt a little so that they’ll slide down.
He then got up from my abdomen, to pull them over my legs, and shifted to my chest in the process. His ass was literally touching my chin now and I was going hell crazy. He then went ahead and held my penis, which was hard now, completely and stood at 8″. Ravi: and that’s tit for tat.
And btw you got a nice one man. Quite big, definitely amazing. What do you call it? By this time he got up from my chest and back to his earlier position.
Me: what do you mean?
Ravi: you know how all gorgeous things have names. I call mine ‘Shahzada’, because it’s my prince and ladies can’t resist it’s charm.
Me: well I never gave it a name.
Ravi: I think it’s hot enough to have a name. Maybe I will give it a name.
What happens next? What would be the name of my Lund? Read here to find out now! And write for more to me, at [email protected].
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