Desi gay sex story: Last night of eternal bachelorhood

WEDDING DAY: I could barely walk as I limped down the aisle for the wedding… my wedding.

My legs felt weak, my ass tender, aching like never before. My devastated anus throbbing and pouting, Mohan’s cum still leaking out, coating my plump asscheeks.

I turned to look at Mohan, my best man (and my lover), taking his hand for support, and assurance, grabbing on tight with a mixture of longing and sorrow… and the memories of the night. All mingled with the fear of losing him, though we had decided on remaining together, even after the wedding

Being from a traditional family, living in a small town, I couldn’t resist my parents’ pressure to marry.

Mohan my only support through that traumatic period, promising we’d continue our liaison, though I had to first vow that I’d never neglect my wife.

As D-day approached, I got desperate, and our lovemaking grew more ferocious, intense… and on that final night, before the wedding, I went over to Mohan’s place, telling my parents that my friends were throwing me a ‘bachelor’s party’.

Alone in his room, we pounced on each other… gluing our mouth… pelvis grinding, both cock engorged with lust.

Soon clawing at each other’s clothes… buttons popping as we tore off our garments… Mohan picking me up, carrying me to the bed.

Like playful children we scrambled around getting into position for a glorious 69, both on our sides… me shaking all over in anticipation of the fuck to come.

“Oh, Mohan!” I cried out, gulping his cock.

And after that there was just the sound of harsh breathing and noisy slobbering!

Mohan spread my thighs further apart, holding my cheeks wide open, his lips and tongue working their magic as he rimmed me, preparing me for his fat cock, forcing my pucker to repeatedly flutter open… while at the same time gently pumping his hips as he fed me more of his huge cock!

I gasped and gurgled as I tried to work in the whole thick length, deep-throat him… letting out slight nasal whimpers as the large head breached my gullet.

It was always a difficult proposition, deep-throating Mohan, but I loved it — the sense of achievement… the sheer joy… and above all, the desire to pleasure him — though I had to work real hard to learn to do it.

Mohan meanwhile was paying a lot of attention to my boy-pussy… his fingers prodding and teasing while his tongue lapped and swabbed… till my hole was quivering with lust, pouting out high for his cock!

“Aaahhh….” I cried out releasing his cock as I felt Mohan insert a third finger in my ass, rotating them, pressing down on my prostrate.

“I think you’re ready!” Mohan chuckled tugging out his fingers.

We quickly got into position, Mohan lifting my legs over his shoulders, his bloated cock-head already brushing against my wildly fluttering hole.

“Want it in, huh?!” Mohan grinned down at me, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

“YES…” I gasped, reaching up, wrapping my arms around him, pulling him down… wanting his cock to tear into me, fill me… make me his bitch!

Mohan fitted the massive knob over my twitching slit, applying pressure.

I lay still, holding my breath, feeling my sphincter initially resist before gently parting, almost grudgingly… Mohan stretching it further apart, suddenly popping in!

I gasped for air as the shudders began, uncontrolled jitters, kicking the air above his shoulders while he worked that thick length, struggling to accommodate that bulk… feeling the immense pressure as Mohan bore down.

It was the same even after almost a decade… the excitement, the initial struggle… and then the unbearable pleasure once he was fully planted and began the fuck!

Mohan gripped my face and lowered his mouth, covering mine, kissing me.

I kissed back hungrily though I knew what to expect next, knew what was coming.

I felt the slight shift, the slight pause in preparation… then the powerful thrust as he ripped into me, a full length plunge, burying the whole nine inches in my belly!

I couldn’t tear away my mouth and scream, simply crying into his mouth instead… shoving back at him with my ass, accepting the gift of his cock gratefully!

He held still for a moment and then began to move… pulling back slowly before ramming in, beginning the fuck we both craved.

“Mmmnnh…” I moaned into his mouth, my fingers clawing his back, leaving scratch marks… my ass happily swaying and bucking, slamming back at him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll fuck you all night…” Mohan panted as he set a steady beat, “fill you with so much cum that you’ll be leaking it while you take your marriage vows!”

I slid one hand between my splayed thighs and grabbed Mohan’s swinging balls, squeezing, making him grunt… his ass jerking back, flexing before slamming down, powering his cock in and out of my snug hole at a greater pace.

And as the cock moved in and out, leaving his balls I wrapped my fingers around the sliding penis, caressing the length as it came out, milking him, while tightening my rectal muscles at the same time.

It always drove Mohan wild, and now too he went crazy… his hips like a jackhammer, unmerciful as he rammed in… making the bed squeak with the violence of his hunching, the sound adding to the joy of coupling!

“Ohhh, Mohan, do me harder…. give me that cock!” I babbled as Mohan propelled his rockhard dick with ever increasing force, tearing my ass to shreds, “Fuck me, Mohan… fuck that ass wide open!”

“Oh baby, you’ve got the best ass…” Mohan grunted in reply, “so tight even after all these years, I love it! Don’t worry, I’ll fuck you all night, and by morning you’ll be unable to stand straight!”

Our mouth once more joined in a lip-smacking, tongue-twisting kiss, Mohan pounding my ass with savage thrusts, his hips rising and falling in unbroken rhythm, sending that fat flesh-rod spine-jarringly deep with each stroke, making me wonder if it would pop out of my throat!

Pushing my thighs higher Mohan shifted, altering the angle… and instantly I gasped into his mouth, gripping him tighter. He was now not only rubbing against my swollen prostate, nudging it, but prodding it with a force that sent jolts of lightening up my spine.

I felt the familiar tingle in the pit of my stomach, spreading fast before engulfing me!

My balls tightened, and almost instantly I was shooting cum… splashing both our torso with a dozen volley of thick semen. My ass crazed, pushing back at Mohan, my rectum like a greedy mouth, chewing on his buried cock, forcing his hips to falter, break rhythm, grunting in his effort to maintain the pace, keep fucking me!

After what seemed like an eternity, the spasms subsided and I groaned with ecstasy, my arms loosening the vice-like grip around Mohan’s shoulders, my legs slackening as they slumped down on his back.

Opening my eyes I looked up and found him grinning down at me…

“Wish you had come too…” I said softly.

He kissed the tip of my nose before saying, “This is your night, and I want to make you cum a million times.”

“What about filling my belly with your seed, making me leak your cum at the altar?”

“That too… we have the whole night!” he laughed, wrenching out his fully erect cock.

I yelped as he rolled me over, mounting me, ramming in!

“Aaaah… Yesssssssss!” I screamed, muffling my cry in the pillow so as to not alert his family, “Do me Mohan… Fuck me… Tear that ass!”

He now began to vary the length of his strokes, hoisting his hips high till the tight sphincter retained just the flared tip, then slamming in full length, grinding in, rotating his hips before drawing back… in and out, at lightening speed!

About half hour later I felt my cock stir again, and as I humped the cot Mohan slid his hand under me and took my cock… beginning to jerk me.

Fifteen minutes and I was perilously close to shooting my second load of the evening!

Mohan sensed it and speeded up, pounding my ass…

Half crazed with the ecstasy of being fucked, I lost all control over my mind and body, my ass wild as it bucked, slamming back… my hips pumping my cock through Mohan’s fist.

Uninhibited in lust I urged him to fuck me harder… my orgasm suddenly overtaking me… and I clamped down hard on his cock as my balls began to empty themselves… splashing the bed with my second load within less than an hour!

This time my gut got Mohan… the agitated linings rubbed raw by his phallus for so long now grabbing him, undulating along the buried length, literally gnawing at the fat shaft and exposed head… and he ground in, his asscheeks flexing furiously, his legs twitching as his balls finally spewed out his load…

“DAMN!” Mohan grunted as his body shook with the intensity of his climax, unleashing a torrent of hot boiling cum deep inside me, filling my belly with his semen!

Exhausted, we slumped, Mohan still inside me… still rock hard, his cock throbbing in the aftermath of his massive orgasm… my ass still churning from its recent ravishment, the sphincter fiercely tight around the base of his shaft, unwilling to let go!

We lay that way for a while when Mohan stirred, giving a couple quick thrusts, alerting me to the fact that he was still erect!

“Ready for an encore?” he teased nibbling my ear.

“Whenever you are!” I retort, pushing back at him with my ass, squeezing his shaft with my powerful rectal muscles.

He tugged out and rolled off me, lying on his back, grinning at me, “You ride me this time.”

Swiftly getting up I squatted over him, grabbing his cock and reinserting it back in my butt, both groaning as the large head popped in… my cum-filled hole making weirdly obscene sounds as I sank lower, the thick shaft forcing the cum out from around it.

I leaned over and kissed his mouth, “Oh, Mohan, I just can’t seem to get enough of you….”

“Nor can I, my love…” he grunted, lurching up.

And soon began a new fuck, Mohan’s cock smoothly sliding in and out of my cum dripping, slippery hole!

“Fuck me, Mohan, don’t stop. Fuck till I can’t take it any more!” I pleaded.

By dawn we had lost all counts of how many times we had united, Mohan filling my ass, and mouth with his seed till I was leaking the stuff from both ends.

We had barely closed our eyes when a gentle knock woke us.

“Hmmm?” Mohan called sleepily.

“You boys need to get ready for the wedding. Peter’s mother already called a half dozen times!” came his mother’s voice.

My legs were barely able to carry my weight as I scrambled out of the sweat and cum drenched bed, tottering as I attempted to steady myself.

“You’ve ruined me!” I complained looking down at Mohan, “My ass hurts, and my stomach feels terrible.”

“You’ll survive, you love it!” Mohan winked, his hand gripping the limp giant between his thighs and wagging it at me, “You surely won’t be refusing this, now, will you?!”

Bending forward I planted a moist kiss on his cock, “No person can ever refuse THAT!” I giggled coquettishly, heading for the bathroom.

The priest smile at us as we approached the altar, signalling us to take our assigned spot to his right while we awaited the bride.

I felt my ass give another twitch, and sensed another gob of Mohan’s cum (the load he’d deposited while we were in the shower) ooze out just as the band struck up Richard Wagner’s ‘Bridal Chorus’ to announce the bride’s arrival…