Indian Gay Sex Story: A Vacation Fling: 1
Indian Gay Sex Story: A Vacation Fling: 1
Indian Gay Sex Story: I’m Tushar, a closeted gay guy, 27-year-old, toned body, tall, wheatish complexion and curly hair. This story is about a fling I had on vacation.
I was doing my graduation in the US and had returned to Nagpur for winter vacation. The chill in the air and dry scene on Grindr left me with nothing but doing workout, shag, workout, and sometimes party with friends. I began going out for morning run outside the city, near the farms.
One such morning, the fog was yet to settle and while running blindly, I bump into something with huge crackling sound, and me on the ground. Some guy, emerged out of the fog yelling ‘bhenchod, subha subha kuan itna awaz kar raha hai’, and found me on the ground. He threw the bicycle I bumped in bushes, pulled me up-
He: yara theek toh ho?
I: haan, bas thoda gadbada gaya
He: koi madat chahiye to bolo
I: naah, sab theek. Thanks!
And we went our ways.
Since then we began observing each other a lot. To describe him, he was an inch taller than me, dark, good built and masc body. With the slight scruff on his face, he was one hot ham of a hunk! My lust for him grew and I began shagging fantasizing him drilling me.
To turn my fantasy into reality I began having small talks with him every morning.
I: kaha sey ho aap?
He: MP ka hoon, yaha khet rakhiya hoon.
I: ghar par kaun kaun hai?
He: maa aur bapu hai. Biwi thi, par chod chali gayi garibi ke karan. Waha mann na basa to yaha a gaye.
That rang a bell in my down. The guy seemed to not have had sex in a long time. So I tried to scoop more.
I: yara, biwi nahi hai to apna kaam kaise chalate ho?
He: kuch nahi, bas hath sey kaam chala jata hai.
I: woh dikhta hai, hatho ki itni kasrat ho gayi hai ki dole nikal aye hai.
He laughed. I can certainly see his bulge growing with the talk. I didn’t want to lose chance. So I took off my mobile and took a pic of his.
He: arey ye kya kar rahe ho?
I: bass mood ban gaya tumhara ubhar dekh ke.
He: kya babu app bhi. Kuch bhi karte ho.
And he snatched the phone from my hand to delete the pic. But while scrolling through gallery, he found pics of two dudes banging each other, an orgy, and a video of a double penetration.
He: kya babu, aap yeh sab dekhte ho?
I: dekhta nahi, karta bhi hoon.
He looked at me with a smirk on his face and started scrolling through more pics. He was so immersed in it, that didn’t realize when a huge tent formed in his shorts. By the time he realized that I took a chance and slightly slid my hand on his thigh.
He resisted. But I was adamant not to lose the opportunity. I put my hands on his hardon, right above shorts.
He: yeh kya kar rahe ho?
I: kyun, accha nahi lag raha
There was a silence, with a gulp in his throat. I started sliding my hand more in and could feel the curls of his pube. I moved my hand further on his shaft. It was hard and hot as a burning iron.
Suddenly we heard the sound of someone walking by. With a broken voice…
He: yaha se chalte hai.
I: kaha?
He: chalo to sahi
And we walked through the fields to a hut more looked like a stable, but they kept hay for cattle I guess. It was at the farthest corner of the farm, near the foothill of a tiny hill in complete isolation.
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The moment we stepped in, I guess due to isolation, he felt riskless, and I could certainly sense it from his body language and the tone of his voice. In a brute way, he held me, pinned me on the wall, took my hand, slid it on his groin.
He held my head, pulled my hair, and started kissing wild everywhere except on the lips. I can feel his teeth on my neck, chewing my ears, pinching my nipples in the tee…