Forced gay encounter story planned by friend: 2
Slutty gay story: In my last story I mentioned how my friend arranged for me to be forcibly fucked. Here’s my continuation to it.
As I sat in the Rickshaw trying to forget the horrible incident that happened to me, I get the message from Ashish “Hope you enjoyed your massage, I’m coming over to give you one”.
For those unaware Ashish arranged a massage for me with a masseuse he knew, Ajmal. But little did I know that was his plan to get me into a forcible gay sex encounter.
Coming back, as I sat staring at the message my body still convulsing from what it was dealt with, I couldn’t help but be scared of what my future held.
The closer I was getting home the more worried I got. But finally the moment was there, the rickshaw stopped under my building and I saw Ashish waiting near the security cabin.
Now let me describe Ashish to you. He was what you’d call a typical Indian Gujarati guy. In his mid 30s, bald headed, with just a side and back patch on his head, weighing close to 100kgs, huge belly and a thin mustache. Add to this he was around 5’5 in height.
Ashish stood there next to security cabin, in his formal pants and shirt, sweat patches all visible on his shirt. He had a wide grin on hos face.
I stepped out of the rickshaw, still raw from the pounding I got, walking funny towards my building gate. I did not acknowledge Ashish’s presence but simply kept walking ahead, he just followed me.
We got into the elevator, I pressed 21 and the elevator doors shut. It was just him and me in the elevator, he spoke.
Ashish: “What… you’re not going to talk to me now?? I’m anyways going to do what I want… It would be good to hear you resist buddy”
I didn’t utter a word, for I knew that nothing I say would make a difference. We reached my floor, I took out the keys and opened the door.
I was about to head to the bathroom, when Ashish called me from behind, he said “The shower can wait… go lie down on the sofa”. By this time I had given the will to fight, I simply went and lay on the sofa.
Ashish climbed on me, the whole 100 kgs, crushing me, I winced, but he didn’t care. He leaned next to my face and started kissing me.
It was less of a kiss and more of an oral assualt with his tongue fucking my throat, his saliva splashing on my face. I could smell his spit, but I didn’t resist.
He stopped for a second leaned back and started removing his shirt. I saw the largest pair of man boobs I’ve ever seen in my life. He ordered me to sit up, I obeyed. He asked me to start licking his armpit, I didn’t resist.
I got my face face closer to his arm pit, it was hard to explain the smell of sweat and salt… I stuck my tongue out and started licking it as he ordered.
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Ashish was in 7th heaven…As I kept licking his armpit, I tasted the disgust but I convinced myself there was no other choice.
In a swift action Ashish pushed me aside and lay on his back. With his face facing me, he pointed his finger to his navel and gestured me to stick my tongue there…
I obediently followed his orders. The smell was too much to take. It was like he hadn’t cleant himself in years. As i stuck my tongue in, I felt some particles in my mouth…
But I continued licking it for several minutes, with each stroke of tongue in his navel, the taste grew familiar to my mouth… and his moans got louder.
He suddenly removed his pants and turned his ass towards my face and said “It’s time for you to taste my sweaty dirty ass … I’ve got a surprise for you”
To be continued…
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