Indian Gay sex story — My First boyfriend 1

“Who the hell…” the familiar voice said. I turned so fast that I lost my balance and fell. As I did, I saw Ranbir jumping to his feet from the couch and quickly rushing toward me. On the floor, I tried to turn away from him, so he wouldn’t see who it was. It didn’t help. Before I hit the floor, my step-brother’s arms were around me, breaking my fall. At the same time the wig fell off my head.
“Holy Fucking Shit!” Ranbir pronounced each syllable clearly, his dark eyes stared down at mine. I was cradled in his arms, his strong arms, and then he gently lowered me the rest of the way down to the floor. He still sort of cradled me in his arms, and I couldn’t read the flurry of emotions flashing across his eyes.
I was terrified. Surely I had to say something to him, explain to him why I was dressed as I was. Tell him that it wasn’t what he was thinking. Make up some excuse… But what the hell could I say. I’d been caught red-handed (or, I suppose more literally, red-panty-ed) dressed like a girl.
“Holy fucking shit,” Ranbir said again, only this time I saw a grin form on his face. Then he stood. I could see him looking up and down my body and his expression became more menacing. “I can’t fucking believe it. Tezbir, a fucking little faggot-girl?”

I wanted to die. Right then and there, I tried to focus on my heart and make it stop beating. Why the hell had I been so stupid? It didn’t even register that he called me Tezbir, which I always responded to with a sharp, “My name is Tezu, thank you!” I was waiting for him to start calling me names, to start punching me. I knew he’d tell my mom. Then everyone would know what a little freak I was. I could even imagine my new step-father, Ranbir’s dad, throwing me from the house and locking the door behind me. Though, all the older boy did was look at me, a mischievous-looking grin coming over his face.
“No fucking way,” Ranbir’s eyes got big for a moment as he stared at my belly, “You got cum dripping all over yourself.”
I finally found the strength to move and curled into a ball, so that I was facing away from my step-brother.
“And you even got a pretty little ass, don’t ya,” he said as he checked-out the side of my body I’d just turned toward him.
Chaos filled my mind and emotions. I didn’t know what to do. There wasn’t anything to do. I’d been caught. Ranbir had seen everything and once he told his father and my mother, well, they’d probably send me to one of those military schools to straighten me out. Or worse, they’d simply throw me out the front door yelling at me to never come back.
“Stand-up,” he said softly. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t do anything, not even cry. Then he spoke again, only this time his voice was much louder and more commanding, “I told you to stand-up, you fucking little girl! Stand-up and face me.” I jumped and did exactly as he said.
With the incredibly impish grin on his face he looked me over. I wobbled a bit, trying to keep my balance in the high-heels, as my step-brother walked around me. I could almost feel his eyes on me and, much to my horror, I realized that this whole time, my dick never went soft. I was more excited than I could ever remember being. Terrified, but so aroused I could feel my dick trembling.
As Ranbir looked me over, he kept mumbling things like, “I can’t fucking believe it,” or, “This is just perfect.” When he was behind me, I heard him doing something, then felt him putting the long, blond wig back on my head.
I stood there with my eyes cast down to the floor, trying to keep myself from falling again. After Ranbir had moved all the way around me, I could see the lower part of his body stopping right in front of me, my eyes downcast as they were. He was much closer to me than I’d have liked.
“Look at me,” he said, using the more commanding tone of voice.
As I raised my head to look into his face, I finally felt a tear fall from my eye and drip down my cheek. And as I looked up his body, I noticed that there was a pretty big lump in the front of his jeans. But when I got to Ranbir’s eyes, all thoughts of what he had between his legs were gone. More tears poured down my face and I wanted to sob, but I couldn’t.

“Fucking little girl,” he said, his voice sounding almost hateful. “I can’t believe it. Playing dress-up with Mommy’s clothes.” His expression was hard and I almost expected to feel his fist punching my jaw. And I did feel something on my face, but it wasn’t Ranbir’s fist. It was his fingertip. The touch was soft, so unlike the harsh look on his face. I focused on his nose, not able to look him directly in the eyes. Then he said, “Well, I suppose you are sort of cute,” and he moved the tips of his two fingers from my cheek to my lips and rubbed across them.
I felt more tears running down my cheek and after a moment, the tall, dark-haired older boy moved his fingers from my lips back to my cheek and I could feel the wetness of my tears being spread over my skin. I felt Ranbir’s other hand on my arm, moving up to my shoulder and over, grabbing hold of the straps of the slip and bra I wore. The older boy pulled me closer to him, so close that I could no longer focus on his nose and I was forced to look him right in the eyes. Though I was barely breathing, I could smell him. He smelled good, a bit sweaty maybe, though very masculine. Our faces only inches apart, with one hand rubbing my tears into my own cheek, Ranbir moved his other hand down my chest until it was at the silk-stuffed cup of the bra I wore.
“Nice little titties,” Ranbir hissed, looking me right in the eye, though his fingers were all over my chest and the bra. I felt another surge of tears flowing from me. All of the sudden Ranbir’s face closed the few inches between us and at first I thought he was going to kiss me. That in itself was enough to send another wave of chaos through me. But what he did shocked me even more. His tongue extended and he licked my tears from my face. At the Ranbire time, he reached his hand down the slip and into the bra, finding one of my little nipples and giving it a pinch.
I was about to cry out, not so much from the pain of the pinch (which I did feel quite sharply), but from the way it sent a jolt right to my balls, and I knew I was starting to drip pre-cum again. The cry, however, never escaped. Before it got out, Ranbir’s mouth was covering mine and he was trying to shove his tongue down my throat. I did make a sound, but it ended-up being more of a groan than a cry. Within a few seconds both of Ranbir’s arms went around behind me and he started pulling me tight against his body, as he kissed me more and more fervently. Before I knew it, my arms were around him, and I was holding him just as tightly as he held me.

I couldn’t have helped it if I’d wanted to. Other than a few pecks in my childhood, I’d never actually been kissed. Not like Ranbir was kissing me, anyway. And I’d rubbed my body against other boys and girls, but not wearing a slip, bra, panties and nylons, along with the wig, the gloves and the high-heeled shoes. Not to mention that none of the little boys or girls I’d played with ever smelled as potent and virile as Ranbir did at that moment. Huffing and puffing as he kissed me deep and rough.
I let out another sound, an attempt at a warning. I felt one of Ranbir’s hands tighten around my back, his other hand sliding down to my butt and started pulling that part of my body against his. And, well, it was a good thing that Ranbir was basically supporting my weight, otherwise I would have surely fallen when I started to come. It took Ranbir a moment to figure-out what was happening, and when he did, he pushed me away from him and looked down between our bodies.
I’d already spurted a couple wads, which had soaked right through the slip and left a big wet-spot on Ranbir’s jeans. He was still supporting me mostly, and we both watched the next few shots fired, oozing down the slip and even to the bright red panties underneath.
“Holy shit!” Ranbir said with a constricted voice, “You just shot all over me.” I stood there, frozen in fear. At least I wasn’t moving as long as you didn’t count my wobbly legs and the heaving of my lungs as I tried to get a breath. If Ranbir hadn’t had his hands firmly gripping each of my arms, I’d have surely fallen over. “I turn you on so much, you fucking little pussy-girl, you shot your snot all over my jeans.” My head sank and indeed, I did see a big gooey mess on his pants. “Get your pansy-ass down there and fucking lick it up! I can’t have a big ol’ cum-stain on my jeans.”
It was not a request. And considering Ranbir was still holding me by the shoulders, as he pressed me down, I got to my knees. I felt the blond wig fall from my head, then I felt my face being forced against the crotch of Ranbir’s jeans. “Get that fucking tongue out and start licking, you fucking little slut.” I did as commanded. I’d tasted my cum before and had never really liked the taste. It was a bit different, lapping my semen from the worn denim, but I could still taste the bitterness. I could feel heat from Ranbir’s body, and after a moment, I realized exactly where I was and what was on the other side of the thin layer of cotton.
Ranbir’s smell was much more potent between his legs than it had been while we were embracing. I could even feel the tingle in my gut a bit, as the last dribbles of the load I’d just shot dripped between my body and the sheer fabric of the slip and panties. I had my mouth against the big lump of cock and balls in my gorgeous, older step-brother’s jeans. I could feel it throbbing against my face and Ranbir’s hands on the back of my head, keeping me firmly in place.
“You want my cock,” I heard him say softly, “don’t you?”
My head tilted a bit, my lips on either side of the cotton-covered shaft of his cock. I did want it. I wanted it more than I’d ever wanted anything. But I couldn’t say it.

Ranbir’s hands tightened their grip on the back of my head and I felt my hair being pulled. “I asked if you wanted my cock, you fucking little faggot,” and he pulled my hair a bit more. “Tell me you want it!”
I felt my head nodding a bit, though I didn’t release the lump between my lips, and somehow I managed to utter, “Yeah, I want it.”
“Yeah?” Ranbir said, his voice soft again. “Say it then. Say, ‘I want your cock Ranbir,’ I wanna hear it.”
Still without moving my lips too much off the bulge in his pants, I said, “I want it Ranbir. I want your cock.” And I figured it wouldn’t hurt to add something like, “Please, I want it so bad.” And here’s the thing, I was telling the complete and honest truth. I did want his cock. I’d wanted it for almost a year.
Like I said, I had a big crush on Ranbir. And when I could, I watched him. I just happened to have to go into the bathroom, right after he took a shower. He looked great wearing only a towel, and I remembered seeing that big lump in his towels, the same big lump that was now pressing against my face. I’d wondered what this would be like. Other than being dressed in women’s clothing, I’d imagined this scenario between my step-brother and I, almost exactly.
Before I knew it the pressure at the back of my head was gone and right before my eyes my step-brother was unfastening his jeans. “Fuck yeah,” Ranbir crooned as he went at his pants, “You really do want my cock.” I didn’t speak, but I nodded, keeping my eyes focused on where his hands were doing quick work of his jeans. With one quick shove, the tall, muscular older boy’s pants fell down his thick thighs, stopping at his knees. I got my first close-up look at a ‘real-man’s’ cock.
It was long, quite a bit longer than mine, and it was also quite a bit thicker than mine. It was standing-up proud, hard as a rock, I could see a patch dark pubic-hair spreading out from the base of the shaft. And I noticed that his huge balls (they were easily the size of a normal-sized hen-egg) were also covered with a bit of dark fur. I only had a bit of peach-fuzz at the base of my dick and my balls were as hairless as most the rest of my body. I did know, from the few occasions I’d seen Ranbir without a shirt, that he did have just a little bit of hair growing on his chest. A tiny patch right in the middle and a few dark hairs circling each of his big, dark nipples. But the thing that amazed me most about Ranbir’s body was that his cock was un-circumcised. I could see right where the thick bulb of his knob was, but it was covered by smooth skin and tipped-off by a wrinkly nub.

It didn’t take long for his hands to get to the back of my head again, only this time he was guiding me to his hard cock. I closed my eyes just before I felt the hot shaft brush against my nose. Then it pressed tight against my face. I could feel the more-fleshy skin of his scrotum pressing against my chin, changing to the more rigid, though somewhat soft skin of his cock-shaft. He dragged it across my face until I felt the wrinkly skin at the tip pushing against my lips.
“Open-up and suck it,” he said as his hands pulled my hair to emphasize his point.
I opened my mouth.

To be continued….