Desi Gay sex kahani – Gay sex in saloon

Desi Gay sex kahani – Gay sex in saloon

This is Samar from Amritsar Punjab, I here work in a saloon. I do not own the shop but I just work there. I am 24 slim and good looking guy basically from a village and here living in Amritsar in a working hostel. This is the only occupation that I had learnt and I could not study further and hence no high-profile companies would be hiring me. However I was happy with the job I was doing. I was not gay basically but I was aware about the stuff from my childhood experiences as my cousin and I had some stories which I am not thinking should be share at this moment. I was not always thinking about men, but as my occupation had lots of thing related with men only, touching them, touching their faces and their shoulders etc etc. Hence I was somehow got attracted to this work, I have more liking towards mature men who are above 35 or 40, who are beefy, hairy and bursting with power. Still I did not try to seduce any men out of my customers as I thought I should not mix this up with my professional life. And also that I was new to the job and city I did not want to be kicked out due to any of my stupidity, money was important and sex for hunger could be fed later on.
Destiny has some plans to mix up my professional life with my personal gay encounters, and then I will not just blame destiny, the shop owner is the one to blame. My shop owner was 36 years old Sikh man, 6.1 height and almost 80 kg weight, Broad shoulders and thick arms covered with curly small hairs. He was as fair as milk and black mustache was just perfectly placed on his face. He was a man you can was so hot that he would gain second look for sure, a second lusty look I would say. He would wear a long pathani and shalwar, from back of his broad shoulder you can see the outline of his baniyaan which would be so arousing. His name was Surjit Singh, he was married with two children but his family lives in the village near Ludhiana. He was living in rented room alone and his family or some relatives would visit him sometimes there. He was very supportive and caring and he was very practical too. He would help me learn and also motivate me to study further. He wold use abusive language whenever he is around his friends or some known customers. He had a smartphone on which he would listen to Punjabi and Bollywood songs and would also watch porn when there are no customers in the shop. He would also abuse me sometime and refer to fuck my ass which sometimes makes me horny. He was really muscular and I would also find reason to touch him and he really did not care much.

I would imagine him naked, sleeping next to me or just dreaming about his huge cock under that pant made me cum in the night. However I controlled my feelings as I said I did not want to be kicked out of this job. There were some hot customers sometime to whom I give special massage on their face and try to get glimpse of their hairy chest sometimes. Holding the powerful jaw of the muscular man was magical, as at the time of cutting their side head hairs it was required to hold their rugged face. There was no other barber in the nearby area and young boys preferred to get their hair cut from the city so our shop was filled with men in 30s or 40s, as I wanted. Some of the customers were very talkative while others were shy and sober, I would gel with the customers so well and that was the thing about which Surjit Singh was more impressed about. I could be inviting to some of customers with my honey coated talk and my skills of appraising them was the thing that attracted people. In afternoon we had some free time where after lunch Surjit singh would take a small nap on the large table where customers sit while waiting for their turn, and I would read newspaper or play games on my phone. In summer the afternoons were more fun because Surjit Singh would take off his kurta and he would be seen only in baniyaan. Wow! In summer it was hard to take off my eyes from him , the broad white chest contrasted with black curly hairs, he had hairs on his back and shoulders. He was the most handsome bear I had seen. Without kurta, his bulge on his pants can be tempting, you can not imagine how big that bulge was, it was like a he bomb was hidden inside his underwear. He was the most hottest man, as I just wished I could sleep over on his hairy chest, though you can not see his nipples in baniyan but the broad chest was huge enough to hide his tiny nipples covered in hairs. I sometime wish I could touch his cock while he was asleep but I did not dare as I knew he was not interested in gay sex. And he would not approve of thing l like this. But seeing his sexy body lying half naked in front of me was just too hot to handle. I had to hide my erect cock whenever I had to stand. Whenever he abused someone I just loved him more. He would say, Chalne ke kaabil nahi rahega jab piche se dunga toh..! wow, just superb! I would immediately imagine my self being fucked by him from backside. Sometime he would say, Ghutne par aa aur lele mooh main,,yummy thought.. He would touch his cock and open his mouth. I had to g to the bathroom after seeing him touching his cock. One day I was shaving an old man, his skin was so loose that I had to be very careful while shaving him, looking at me very attentive Surjit came from behind and grabbed my hand by which I was shaving and showed me how to shave, his big flat stomach was touching me and if I could have bent a little my ass would have touched his cock, which I had already imagine that it was long thick shaft.
Surjit Singh was a friendly man but he has this one best friend named Taran, around ********* years of age, he was huge but not as huge as Surjit Singh. He was very muscular and his eyes were so damn sexy, when he looked at you, it feels that you have just got rapped by him. He was looking very lusty and could give a smile that will give a crunch in my asshole. He was the one who would share dirty things about heroines and aunties of nearby areas, he would talk with Surjit about his fantasy of fucking tight pussies and to be sucked through out the night. They would laugh and kiss the photo of nude ladies in the magazine. They would also show me the dirty magazine and I would praise the naked ladies too. They would sit in the shop till late night and we go together at our respective places on bike. Taran had a bike and he would drop both of us at our places which were not very far. I would sit in the middle, Taran would drive the bike and my back was touched by My boss, Mr. Surjit. The feeling was amazing, I just get erection as soon as I sit on the bike. Thighs of these two muscular men touching all over me, and back of Taran was so damn hot. I would touch his meaty waist sometimes when he breaks accidentally. And hands of Surjit would run under my thighs just to catch hold of a pipe. Every night I would just imagine my self being fucked by Surjit. His Muscular hands squeezing my white chest and biting nipples like an animal. We had a comfort level with each other, although I was not of their age, we had great fun. I also started having likings for Taran soon, he was just to horny, I could guess and the way he scratch his cock in front of me I just sense that there was something brewing inside. Something hot. And it soon become reality. I will write down further story in Hindi because I think Hindi has its own charm.
Joh incident hua who yeh tha ki ek dophar main Taran aaya aur hamesha ki tarah Surjit Singh se baatien karne laga. Thodi der baad Taran ne kaha yaar mere bagal ke baal bahot badh gaye hai soch raha hu aaj katwa lu, Taran ki baat sun kar Surjit ne kaha bhenchod tere toh Niche ke baal bhi badh gaye hain who bhi yahi katwayega kya? Taran ne haste hue kaha ki yaar agar samar ko koi pareshani nahi hai toh main abhi apni pant utaar du. Ye sunn ke pata nahi mujhe ajib sa nasha ho gaya. Par phir Surjit ne kaha Ja jakar pehle naha kar aa, phir samar tere bagal ke baal kaat dega. Maine kuch nahi kaha, just thodi smile di aur wapas newspaper main dekhne laga. Taran ne kaha main naha kar aaya hu, aur mujhe pyar se pucha, samar meri jaan mere bagal ke baal kaat dega? Mene smile dete hue kaha kyu nahi. Tabhi Taran ne apna shirt khola aur utaar ke chair par rakh dia.

Taran bhi ek dum tagda aur hairy tha, uski chest par bhi bahot baal they. Ekdum se who itna hot lagne laga mujhe, usne ek cigrette jalai aur bola le yaar jaldi se kaat de. Mene kaha yahi khade raho aur mene ek ustra liya, tabhi piche se surjit ne kaha: Samar pehele bagal ko thodi gili kar de, Taran ne apne haath upar kiya aur bagal ko khola, maine thoda paani uss par daala, aur dhire dhire uske bagal ke baal katne laga. Maine pura try kia ki Taran ki hairy chest par mera jaanmujh kar hath lage, uski chest ekdum garam thi aur muje uss par hat pherne ka bhot mann kar raha tha. Surjit sirf chup chap dekh raha tha. Maine dusri bagal ke baal kaate aur chup chap ustra dho kar wapas apni jagah par beth gaya. Surjit ne Taran ko dekh kar kaha ki yaar tere nipple toh bade namkin hain, Taran ne apna lund pakad ke bola mera lund bhi bahot raseela hai lele mooh main.

Surjit ne haste hue kaha par aaj ekdum se bagal ke baal kyu katwwanne ki suzhi. Taran bola: bass yaar, mujhe toh jhaant ke baal bhi katwane hai par saala ghar par time hi nahi milta aur bathroom mai jaa kar bhi nahi kaat paata. Surjit ne kaha toh phir yahi par hi kaat le yaar. Shaam ko dukaan bandh hone se pehle yaha par hi kaat lena. Surjit ne kaha wese teri jhaant main itni khujli kyu machi hain? Taran: Yaar aaj kal chut milne ke nasib toh nahi hai, par phir bhi taiyaari toh karni padti hai na? aur dono zor zor se hasne lage. Taran ne kaha toh aaj Raat 8 baje main jhaat ke baal kaatne aaunga. Surjit Singh ne mujhe kaha shukar mana ki tujhe jhaant ke baal kaatne ke liye nahi bol raha yeh, warna kya pata tujhe yeh bhi karna padta. Issi baat par Taran ne kaha: yaar samar meri jaan kya tu meri jhaant ke baal bhi kaat dega? Mujhe toh sunn kar hi gudgudi hui, par maine haste hue kaha bilkul bhi nahi. Jhaat ke baal log khud kaat te hain, aur mene Surjit singh ko dkhte hue kaha mujhe pagar jhaant ke baal kaatne ki nahi milti. Toh Taran ne kaha yaar le mai tujhe ********* Rupiah dunga, le mere jhaant ke baal saaf karde. Surjit ne Taran ko kaha :