Sizzling hot sex story of gay vacation with gay family

Vacation with a Gay Family ā Part 1: Suraj
My name is Aayan. Iām from Kolkataā20 years old, slim-fit body, smooth skin, a slightly wheatish complexion, and eyes that always carry a certain curiosity.
I keep my hair styled a little messy, a look that sometimes feels innocent and sometimes⦠far more suggestive. When I secretly glance at someone, they almost always glance back at me.
This time, I had gone to Samarthās village with him. Samarth is my college friendāinsanely handsome, gym-toned body, sharp jawline, and a confident smile that can throw anyone off. His family is well-known in the village, as his uncle is the village head (Sarpanch).
Samarthās dad, Sameer uncle, is only 40 years old but looks like heās 30. With a broad chest, thick biceps, a trimmed beard, and a tight physique, heās incredibly youthful.
He married youngāat 16āand had his first son, Suraj, at 17. The second son, Samarth, came at 19, and the youngest, Rishi, at 22. Rishi had just turned 18, and his birthday was two days away.
Samarthās Tauji (uncle) also had two sonsāone 25, the other 23. All of them were gym-trained, masculine men, full of testosterone. It felt like I had entered a secret male model camp.
Everywhere I looked: hot bodies, tight vests, and raw, earthy masculine energy. In the village, all you could see were open fields, neem trees, and shirtless boysāworking in the fields, bathing, or just chilling.
Those two days passed in blissāwe toured the village, met Taujiās sons, had some fun. But there was one moment that kept flashing in my mind⦠when I saw Samarthās elder brother, Suraj, bathing near the fields. That was the moment when something unseen began to stir inside meā¦
That afternoon, I had wandered off alone beyond the fields, toward a narrow river where village boys usually bathed. But at that hour, everyone was resting at home.
I hid under the shade of a Peepal tree and paused by the riverside. Cool breeze, the earthy scent of wet soil, the calm flow of water⦠everything felt so peaceful.
And then I saw himāSuraj.
He was alone. His relaxed face, sweat-drenched muscular chest, and his half-wet body calmed meāor maybe made me restless, I couldnāt tell. He had taken off his vest and slowly loosened his loincloth, dipping his feet into the water.
Every movement radiated raw masculinityāno shame, no hesitation. As if he owned the moment. As he stepped into the water, every muscle in his back and waist moved like a living sculpture.
I watched him from behind the tree. As he played with the water, he ran his fingers through his hair, twisted his neck like he was shaking off fatigue. Droplets slid down his chest and I just stared⦠breath heavy, silent, unmoving.
At one point, he looked upātowards the riverbank, maybe toward me. My heartbeat stopped. Did he see me? His eyes held something unusualālike he knew someone was watching, and he didnāt mind.
Then he slowly ran his hand across his chest⦠as if bathing himself sensually. That moment felt like a slow-motion erotic film. Every limb, every motion whisperedāāLook. Feel. But donāt understand.ā
That image burned into my memory. I silently walked back. I felt⦠disturbed, or perhaps aroused. Something inside me had shiftedāsomething that wasnāt just friendly.
Maybe that was the moment when something unspoken, unknown, but dangerously erotic sparked between me and Surajā¦
The night of Rishiās birthday arrived, and a full celebration was planned. By evening, the terrace was glowing with lights, desi beats blaring from speakers, and everyone was in party mode.
I got ready tooāslim-fit black shirt, jeans, and a light perfume.
Samarth pulled me aside from the terraceāāCome, letās go downstairs. Iāll let you try something special.ā I nodded and followed him. Behind the house was an old room where his brothers and a few friends secretly drank. He took me there.
The moment we entered, the air reeked of alcohol. Inside were Suraj and two other guysāSuraj in a low-neck vest, chest slightly sweaty, and his usual commanding glint in his eyes.
He looked at me once, smiledāa smile that wasnāt ordinary. Something about that look stirred me deep inside.
First peg. Then second. Then third. Suraj kept pouring drinks for me himself. I couldnāt resist. Taking the glass from his hand, watching him up closeāit all had a strange effect on me.
After 2-3 pegs, Samarth said he couldnāt handle more and made an excuse to go back upstairs. The other guys slowly left too. Only Suraj and I were left.
My head was spinning. I could barely move. Suraj held me by the shoulder and said, āCome, Iāll take you upstairs. Donāt pass out here.ā
His hand on my shoulder felt like his entire body was wrapped around me. I couldnāt speak. He guided me up the stairs with his strong arms. I thought heād take me to Samarthās roomābut no, he took me to his room.
It was differentāwoody scent, a large bed, and a soft orange lamp that made everything feel more sensual.
He laid me softly on the bed. āRest here,ā he said. The room glowed dimly. I could still feel everythingāmy intoxication now completely merged with Surajās presence. His eyes held something intense⦠something that scared me a little, but excited me more.
He slowly began unbuttoning his shirtāone button at a time, like each revealed a new secret of his body. His chest was broad and perfectly sculpted⦠and when he unbuckled his belt, I stopped breathing. His cock was already half-hard, and I just stared.
āYou ready?ā Suraj asked, holding my face in his hands. His voice was firm, commanding.
I nodded faintly.
He laid me flat on the bed and began tying my hands beneath the pillow using leather straps. A flicker of fear rose inside me⦠but along with it, a cool wave of excitement. This was my first timeāeverything was new.
He spread my legs slightly and gently slid my underwear down. His fingers began sliding up and down between my crack. I couldnāt even move. Only faint whispers escaped my lips.
āSay it⦠you want this?ā he whispered, his cold lips brushing my ear.
āI⦠I want it,ā I said softly, my voice breaking.
āLouder. I want to hear it all.ā
āPlease⦠Suraj⦠either let me go⦠or do everythingā¦ā
He rubbed his cock against my crack and murmured, āIām here to break you⦠but with love.ā
Then came a tight slap on my bare assāthe sound echoed through the room. āFrom now on, youāre mine⦠got it?ā
āYes⦠Iām only yoursā¦ā
He applied lube and slid in a fingerāthen a second. When the third went in, I screamed. āAhhh⦠oh fuck⦠please Suraj⦠slowerā¦ā
āYouāll beg, youāll scream⦠thatās what I want to see,ā he growled, lifting my hips, and in one swift thrust, shoved his full cock inside me. I thought Iād break apart.
āNow tell me⦠do you think you deserve this?ā
āI⦠I belong only to you, Suraj⦠please donāt stopā¦ā
And thatās when the dirty conversation beganā¦
Suraj: āFucking boys like you is the best⦠tight ass, voice that just moans āplease fuck meāā¦ā
Me: āI was made just for you⦠every inch of me is yours⦠destroy me completelyā¦ā
Suraj: āIāll fuck you all night⦠in every position, every wayā¦ā
Me: āDo it⦠take me however you want⦠I canāt even move⦠Iām only yoursā¦ā
Sometimes he made me ride him, sometimes pinned me underneath. Sometimes he kissed my neck, sometimes bit it. Every touch, every movement was newāa blend of pain and pleasure I found addictive. Sometimes he silenced me, sometimes made me scream louder. The leather belt struck my thighs, my backā¦
The sex went on for nearly an hourāchanging positions, my body nearly numb. Finally, he pulled me up from behind, facing a mirror.
āLook at yourself⦠see what Iāve turned you into,ā he whispered.
And with one final thrust, he came inside the condom⦠collapsing onto me. His breathing was heavy. Mine had stopped.
And then⦠a knock on the door.
A deep male voice spoke, āThatās enough, Suraj bhai⦠now that youāre done⦠can I come in?ā
Silence filled the room. Surajās hand still on my chest. I lay bound, naked, trembling.
Who was at the door?
To be continuedā¦
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