Indian Gay sex story — Drunk young student

Indian Gay sex story — Drunk young student

 

I’m a graduate working as medical representative in a small town which has one of those 24-hour adult video stores, with video viewing booths in the back. The owners are very cool about not harassing patrons who go into booths together to suck each others cock, etc after watching porn movies. I was cruising around the back room late one Friday night when this gorgeous young stud came staggering in, obviously just a bit drunk; just drunk enough, I thought, to allow himself some sexual experimentation. He went into a booth, and I could see under the door that he was lowering his trousers. I tried the door to see if he had locked it, and he had not.

Getting no objection from him, I entered the booth. He was still wearing his white cotton boxers (a huge turn-on for me), but I could tell that his cock was hard. I reached down and stroked it through his underwear, finally slipping my fingers through the fly and releasing his member. Up until then, I had been so busy concentrating on his dick that I had not noticed his shirt, which identified him as a Tarun.

I raised his shirt, revealing a hard, smooth, tanned chest and flat tummy, with just a light dusting of hair. He couldn’t be more than 19 or 20. I sat down in the chair so courteously provided in the booth, so that his 7-inch boner was mere inches from my face, twitching and bouncing slightly in anticipation of the worship it was about to receive. I stuck out my tongue and licked the underside of his plump, circumcised head and then closed my lips around it. As I sucked leisurely, he caressed the back of my head, gently urging me down on his throbbing tool, both of us moaning with pleasure.

Not wanting this encounter to be too brief, I moved away from his cock temporarily, and I started kissing and nibbling his large, dark brown nipples. This he also liked, but I kept moving, sniffing at his neck, tasting his earlobe, and then daring to see if he would kiss me. To my great delight, he willingly accepted my tongue into his mouth. On the rare occasion that I get a ‘straight’ guy, kissing is one of my favorite things to do. I took off his cap and stroked his lovely dark brown hair as we continued to kiss.

He told me his name was Kamesh. ‘Have you ever sucked a guy’s dick, Kamesh?’ I asked, hopefully. ‘No,’ he said. ‘Want to try it?’ He simply nodded, seating himself in the chair where I had been just minutes before. It was hard for me to believe that he had never given head before, as he did it so expertly. Perhaps he had just long and hard about doing it. His beautiful, young, warm mouth eagerly engulfed my 6 inches, as I ran my hands along his peach-fuzzed face and down his now-bare chest.

‘Come to my place,’ I suggested. He hesitated, asking how far away it was. Only a few miles, I assured him. He seemed reluctant still, so I upped the stakes: ‘You can fuck me there,’ I promised.

After a little more kissing, cuddling and sucking, I convinced Kamesh to go home with me. He rode with me in my car, and it was all I could do to keep on the road as I steered with one hand and rubbed his crotch with the other. He told me he had a girlfriend, but that she was in city. Whenever she would leave town, he would come here to get blowjobs. I surely was glad that she was out of town! I asked him if he liked to eat pussy, and he grinned sheepishly and nodded. This really turned me on, as there is nothing more exciting to me than the thought of a straight hunk slurping hungrily at a pussy. ‘I’d love to watch you eat pussy,’ I said, adding ‘I wish I had a pussy for you to eat.’ He said nothing, just grinned. It didn’t take us long to reach my apartment, as I had been driving like a fucking maniac in my frenzy to get him to my bed.

We went inside, and I offered him a drink. ‘Beer would be good,’ he said. As I took two cold ones from the fridge, he said he had to take a piss. ‘Can I watch?’ I asked. ‘No!’ he replied, surprised that I would even ask such a thing. I myself was surprised that he wouldn’t let me, but he said he got ‘stage fright’ if anyone watched, and he couldn’t pee. So I allowed him this little privacy, knowing that I would get another look at that cock soon enough.

We went up to my bedroom, careful not to wake my roommates, a straight couple in the bedroom across the hall. We each took a couple of big gulps of brew, and set aside the bottles. I removed his shirt and cap, playing with his hot chest and tummy a bit before lowering his pants. Once they were off though, I once again relished the sight of him in his crisp white boxers which contrasted nicely with his tan. This was a sight which, I suppose, his frat brothers had seen many times. How lucky they are!

‘Do you ever fool around with the other guys in your fraternity?’ I asked him. ‘No,’ he said, ‘but I’ve thought about what it would be like.’ Even if he was handing me a load of B.S., this was exactly what I wanted to hear: he was straight, who had never had sex with another guy but always wanted to.

After tickling his cock through the linen of his shorts and gently stroking his pubic hair through the open fly, I pulled the shorts down to reveal once more that magnificent object of my desire. I bent over and briefly lightly kissed his cock-head, and then quickly shed all my clothes. I led him over to the bed, where we laid down side by side and started to French kiss, our bodies pressed together, each of our rock-hard dicks pressing insistently against the other’s tummy. We lay there for a good long while, just kissing and stroking, as if we were lovers. At that moment, I indeed did love this man more than anyone else in the world, even though I didn’t know him at all.

Finally, I moved over on top of him, letting the tip of my dick trail down his belly and through his soft pubic hair, and over his balls, as my tongue moved from lips to his chin, to his neck, and down to his nipples. I tarried there for a while, as he seemed to like having me suckle. His girlfriend must have done this a lot, I thought. If not, she should have her head examined.

Knowing what treasures awaited me below, however, I moved on, grazing my tongue and teeth lightly across the line of hair leading down to his navel, flicking my tongue inside his belly button a few times, and then burying my nose in his bush, inhaling his sweet manly scent. His cock pulsed impatiently at my cheek, and I didn’t keep it waiting much longer.

I slowly lowered my head onto his member, moving down further and further until it hit the back of my throat. After just a few passes up and down his shaft, I shifted around into a sixty-nine position. Kamesh needed no further encouragement, and he gladly took me into his skillful mouth. As I think I said already, I could scarcely believe that he was a novice at giving head ‘? he did it so well! But I’ve always had a theory that most guys just intuitively know how to give blowjobs, since they know what THEY like to have done to their own cocks. We pleasured each other for quite some time, switching from cock to balls and back again, and then I decided to give him something he had probably never had before.

‘Turn over,’ I instructed, ‘and hike your ass up for me ‘Don’t worry, I’m not going to fuck you.’ He obeyed willingly, offering up his slightly hairy crack to my appreciative gaze. I tentatively stuck out my tongue, licking briefly at his virgin hole. He had been good, and kept his ass squeaky clean, so I began to lick more in earnest. He wriggled with delight, moving his ass up and down over my tongue. Before long, I was munching on him with all my heart, making wide passes with my lips occasionally darting my tongue into his insides. I came up for air just long enough to ask, ‘What else would you like me to do?’ His reply surprised me: ‘You can do whatever you want to me, man.’ I knew that he had been enjoying himself. His deep moans of pleasure and his seductive hip movements had told me that. In a way, I found it hard to believe that no one had eaten out this gorgeous butt before, but I suspect that not many straight women do this for their men. Oh well, their loss, our gain, right guys?

So there I am, with a frat guy’s bare, saliva-drenched ass staring me in the face, with him saying, ‘Do whatever you want to me.’ I took him at his word and decided that he wanted to get fucked. While I’m not really into anal sex (or at least I wasn’t before that night), I wasn’t about to deny his wishes. Furthermore, I had promised that he could fuck me, so I figured I’d be top while I had the chance.

‘Now, Kamesh, I want you to tell me if it hurts too much. I don’t want to hurt you. You’re too beautiful to hurt; I want to make you feel GOOD.’

‘Just do it,’ he urged.

I had slipped on a rubber and lubed it up, so I mounted him from behind, slowly pressing my cock against his cherry hole. ‘It’s easier if you try to press out,’ I advised him. It must have worked, because my head slipped right in. He moaned a bit more loudly than he had before, so I stopped and gave him a chance to adjust. ‘OK, keep going, but real slow,’ he said. I did as he asked, moving my cock about another inch into my dream-come-true. After that, it was smooth sailing, as I slid all the way in and then slowly out, back in, and out again and again and again. Before long, I had to stop, or else I would have come. I didn’t want to come yet, I wanted to prolong this as long as possible.

‘My turn?’ Kamesh asked playfully. ‘Okay,’ I said nervously. ‘But let’s take it real slow, just like I did with you.’ ‘Sure thing,’ he assured me. I gave him a rubber and some K-Y, and rolled over on my side. ‘It’s easier for me this way,’ I explained. I had practiced many times with a dildo, so there was no surprise for me with the momentary pain. It soon passed, however, and Kamesh was sliding his manhood in and out of me at a good pace.

We repositioned so that I was face-up and he was fucking me between my legs. As he humped me, I fantasized that I was a young girl, and that he was my big brother come home from college. I loved it when my ‘big brother’ Kamesh put his dick in my ‘pussy.’ Sorry for that digression, but it is honestly what I was thinking at the time.

I told him not to cum, because I wanted it in my mouth. Obligingly, he pulled out soon afterward, holding his load for a while longer. I asked him if he wanted my cum and he said, ‘No.’ Oh well, I thought, I can’t have everything. I still wanted his, though, so I had him stand up beside the bed, as I sat and sucked. Within four or five minutes, he was ready to shoot his load. I had been stroking myself all the while, and as soon as his thick, creamy juice hit my tongue, I shot all over myself and his legs. He came quite a bit, and I drank every drop.

We hurriedly toweled off and I invited him to spend the night, but typical man that he was, he declined. I drove him back to his car, thanking him for making a fantasy come true for me. He also thanked me for the experience, but I knew somehow that I’d probably never see him again.

The End.