Indian Gay sex story – Trucker’s Dhaba-cum-hotel – 1

Indian Gay sex story – Trucker’s Dhaba-cum-hotel – 1

My uncle and aunty ran a trucker’s Dhaba-cum-hotel in the Mountains on the Indo-Sikkim border not that far from Rongpo. When most people think Rongpo, they think of lovely little mountain cottages for tourists where they come to take some rest and then start their journey to visit natural wonder of Sikkim. Well, think again. This hotel was sparse – you just get two beds, a television, and bathroom at the top floor and Dhaba at the ground floor. But the price, location and huge parking lot made it perfect for traveling truckers.

My mother sent me to live with her brother and his wife after she caught our neighbor fucking me in the living room. I just turned 18 and Mr. Singh was giving me the best possible birthday present a horny teenager could possibly ask for as he roughly stuffed his nine hard inches in my wildly grateful virgin ass and was fucking me like a mad dog drowning in heated quicksand. Not surprisingly Mom didn’t see it as a much welcomed birthday gift.

She was tempted to press charges, but when I made it very clear I wouldn’t go along with it, there wasn’t much she could do about it. But it did get her to think. She thought if I was in a better environment and looked after with a more masculine hand, it may turn me around, or at least inspired me to stop taking cock up my ass. So my Ranjit Uncle was given the task of making a man out of me.

The idea of moving out to the middle of nowhere was not my idea of paradise. I could have objected but in a weak moment of guilt I agreed. It turned out to be one of the best decisions I ever made.

At 6’1′, ninety-two kgs, my uncle was a tall, gorgeous man with thick blackish hair and beard. He had a killer muscular body to die for. From the moment we were reunited, my lust for him, quickly began. But he was my mother’s older brother so he was a fantasy I thought would never be fulfilled. But those fantasies only increased during the night. You see my aunty and uncle’s living quarters was quite small. My bedroom was right next to theirs. So I was able to hear the nightly sounds of their intense, passionate lovemaking and from the moans of ecstasy escaping from Preeti Aunty – yup that’s her given birth name – as she continuously begged for more as if her life depended on it, it was pretty clear Ranjit Uncle had the skills of an expert stallion. The headboard of their bed made beautiful music as it slammed up against the wall separating our bedrooms for up two or more hours each night.

You should see Preeti Auntyy the next morning at the breakfast table. She was a woman absolutely radiating from the joys at being well-fucked on a nightly basis. And you should see Ranjit Uncle’s self-satisfying masculine pride as he stared at his gorgeous petite wife.

In fact he looked upon her less as a wife but more as a prized possession for his own personal gratification. She was nothing but property and in an odd way she not only was aware of it, she gave off the impression of loving it. Even when he wasn’t fucking her, you could tell in his eyes, he was thinking on it – hard.

He was forty and his beautiful, slender yet voluptuous wife was all of twenty-four. Married for six years it was obvious Ranjit Uncle couldn’t get enough of his baby bride. And who could blame him? She was all of five-four with flowing strawberry hair, large brown eyes and creamy smooth skin. Her petite figure was beautifully taut and sexually sumptuous. She had a tiny, shapely waist with firm, full breast and the cutest round butt. She possessed the idea, fantasy body of a sex kitten.

Her personality was always sunny and sweet. It made up for the fact she wasn’t the brightest person in the world but that defect actually added to her allure. After all wantons are notoriously stupid by nature, and like any true sex kitten, she always gave off the appearance she was in a constant state of pure arousal.

Whenever she spoke it sounded more like purring or panting. Her voice was always breathless dripping with sexuality. She often stood around fondling her tits or rubbing her hands seductively between her thighs, presenting herself in this constant need to be ravished and devoured. She’s forever in heat, pouting her luscious lips and batting those huge eyes at my uncle like some half-craze nymphomania. In other words she’s the perfect wife: deep at heart she’s a raging, submissive slut.

With his tall, powerfully built frame and overt masculinity standing next to her small yet delicious height and her alluring, slutty femininity, they made for a wildly sexy looking couple and like I mentioned Ranjit Uncle couldn’t get enough of fucking her. What straight husband could?

When it came to their sex life, Ranjit Uncle was definitely in charge and his wife was the obedient, dutiful follower. From the sounds of their ferocious lovemaking it was clear my uncle was intense, passionate and extremely dominated. I sometimes wondered how the hell she’s able to walk straight after one of his many sexual attacks which was plentiful and often. After just a week living here I had counted up to seven times a day in which he cornered her throughout the day and took her like some overzealous caveman claiming his rightfully prize. That didn’t included the two or three he mounted her throughout the night. I’m amazed they were able to get any work done around the hotel.

There was times while eating breakfast, he would get so horny as she paraded her wanton self around him, wearing the most revealing lingerie that always appears to be falling off her at any given moment, he would order me to get the hell out of the kitchen and finish eating my food in my bedroom as he would grab her forcibly in his powerful arms, choking her mouth with his tongue, while violently ripping her skimpy clothes off.

I had to admit that she was pretty sexy as I watched Preeti Aunty willingly allowing herself to be completely overwhelmed by her husband as he hoisted her now naked body off the floor and into his incredibly strong grip. Her slender limps were wrapped tightly around his sturdy shoulders and hips as he had her pressed up against a wall while fumbling with the fly of his pants in order to whip out his massive cock which was already hard and dripping with pre-cum as he continued kissing and chewing at her neck like a man possess as he thrust himself mightily inside her. He was roughly grunting and she was hungrily purring as he proceeded to bang her intensity up against the wall.

By the time I reached my bedroom door I could hear Ranjit Uncle slamming Preeti Aunty on top of the kitchen table with her gasping breathlessly, ‘Oh God please…yeessss…take it honey……ahhh God…so big…such an animal…yes…uhh…yeesss!!’

And for next hour or so he just that, I could hear him growling and woofing like a beast. The way he had his wife moaning and sighing, begging and pleading, as I thought on how he was using his brute, physical strength to subdue and conquer his tiny wife to complete submission, had me popping a hard-on just listening to their sex. Not to mention being seriously envious of Preeti Aunty’s good fortune. She was a constantly satisfied slut. I envied that.

At the end of the first week living there I was in the living area munching on some popcorn watching a movie on TV. Since it was late I was stretched out on the couch buck-naked. Bored with the film, I turned the volume down and softly began stroking myself as I remembered Mr. Wilson, thanks in large part, to the nightly lovemaking noisily coming from my uncle and aunty’s bedroom. I was hard within seconds.

Mr. Singh was such a killer guy! Tall and incredibly fit with tight muscles, he was everything a teenager like me was searching for in a Daddy. When he moved next door with his wife and three toddler girls I lusted after him immediately. It wasn’t long before it was pretty clear he was interested in me as well. It was fun getting him all hot and bothered, especially in front of his wife, who wasn’t the brightest of bulbs.

When Mr. Singh couldn’t take it anymore he arranged for his wife and kids to be out of town for a few days. I had informed him that Mom would be on a weekend business trip and that I would be home along for two days. No sooner had Mom left and he had stuffed his family into a cab heading for the airport, Mr. Singh was banging on my front door demanding entrance. I greeted him by opening door buck naked and sporting a serious hard-on. The man was on me like a bat. After nearly a year of sexual rage, Mr. Singh took this golden opportunity at finally satisfying his hunger at getting his hands on me and damn if he didn’t make-up for lost time!

Mr. Singh was insatiable in his aggressiveness at teaching me the fine art at being sexually manhandled by a more dominated masculine presence then me. Within moments of instructing me, he had me deep-throating his bloated nine-inch cock and drinking down his hot cum, before rimming my tender chute with his searing tongue.

The first time he fucked me the pain was enormous but it quickly faded away as a sensation I never thought humanly possible washed over me as he grabbed onto my shoulders thrusting his hefty cock all the way up inside me over and over again. He banged me relentlessly as I whimpered, begged and pleaded for more, which fed easily into his macho ego.

He was rough, forceful and continuously robust as he overpowered and used my taut body for his own salacious pleasure as he force me to submit to all things sexual. At times it was vulgar, unspeakable and I was more then certain that some of the things he did to me were illegal…and it was all incredibly stimulating! I felt as if I had died and gone to sleazy heaven. Within those short two days, before we were unexpectedly interrupted by Mom, Mr. Singh had not only dump multiple loads of molten cream in my greedy mouth and ass, his lesson of fucking, made it clear to me I was destine to be a slut-boy used for the sexual pleasure by hot, older men. I mean what else could I possibly want or desire in life?

So lost in my daydream I didn’t notice Ranjit Uncle standing in the doorway watching me.

‘Well don’t you look good enough to eat?’ He was leaning against the doorframe. All he was wearing were a pair of loose fitting pants which his powerful hips could barely hold up. His hairy, chiseled torso was exposed. It was all flush and glistening in a fine sheet of sweat. The odor of sex coming off him was raw and intense. He stood there smirking while smoking on a cigarette. His other hand was squeezing at his crotch. I could see the large outline of his cock stuffed inside his pants. Obviously he had just finished fucking his wife and from the stain spot in his pants it was clear his cock was still leaking some serious juice.

Ranjit Uncle’s booming voice startled me as I quickly sat up on the couch trying my best to cover my hard-on with my hands.

‘Don’t need to do that boy,’ Ranjit Uncle said to me while still smoking. ‘Been waiting to see what you have to offer and I got to say it’s pretty nice. My sister told me that you’ve had your cherry busted.

How about giving your uncle a chance at it?’ With that Ranjit Uncle opened the fly of his worn pants and out bounced his big sturdy cock in full alert.

I leaped from the couch to move away from him but Ranjit Uncle was faster. He grabbed me in his arms, and guided my hand inside his pants. His balls were big and hot, just like his cock. ‘Despite fucking your aunty good and hard, I still have a lot of juice inside just waiting to explode out of me,’ he said, and ground his crotch against mine. He shoved the wet end of his cigarette deep in my crack. ‘I’m going to fill your fuck hole with globs of my salty seed, and kid, you’re going to love it!’

‘But I can’t,’ I said in a panic. Not because I was horrified at the idea of my own mother’s brother fucking me but more fearful that we would be caught. ‘What if Preeti Aunty wakes up and hears us?’

Ranjit Uncle laughed. ‘Don’t worry about that boy. I fucked Preeti so well, an atomic bomb could go off in her ear and she wouldn’t hear it.’ Grabbing me in his arms he easily flung me over his powerful shoulder and carried me to my bedroom.

Naturally since moving in, I had studied Ranjit Uncle’s muscular, rugged body with keen eyes, and we were hardly in my room when he revealed it to me in every incredible detail. After displaying it that studly black-haired hunk was all over me.

‘You’re the perfect fuck-toy to any ass man,’ he said as he stroked his strapping cock between my ass cheeks. ‘Your skin is so smooth and soft, your body so fresh and springy, you can make any man drool with desire. I’m going to fuck you like a bitch and believe me boy that’s going to make a real man out of you for sure!’ He twisted my erect nipples and fondled my bone hard cock with his rough hands. I was so excited that I could feel my pulse all over.

He sat down on the edge of my bed and pulled my trembling standing body close to him between his beefy legs. He took our cocks like a bunch in his big, rough hand and brought me to the brink of cumming very fast. But not further. His hand was lubed with his pre-cum as he teased my dick with his strong fist. Watching my dick against Uncle’s giant fuck tool, hard as a nail, made me wild, but he didn’t let me cum. He was a true maestro in this form of torture as he joyfully watched me struggle at him not allowing to me to cum as quickly as I wanted. I was whimpering like a little. I wrapped my arms around his powerful shoulders in hot pursuit of a quick relief as I began kissing him feverishly. His full beard and mustache scratch around the corners of my mouth as I hungrily and sloppily went after his full lips. Like everything else about him, his tongue was enormously thick as he stuffed it hard down my throat. I was moaning and panting, eager for more as he continued jerking our cocks in his beefy hand.

Pulling me down on the bed, Ranjit Uncle easily swallowed my seven inch cock in his hot mouth and soon had me squirming in heat. I was ready to cum in his voracious mouth at any time, but skillfully he postponed the climax time after time until I was lost in a red haze of primitive lust. I buried his face in my crotch and held it there with all my might. His suction was strong enough to drain an ocean, and relief was finally allowed to me in a shattering orgasm that left me sobbing in ecstasy. No wonder Preeti Aunty always had him going after her. Who the fuck could resist him? All I wanted was more, more, more!

After a pause, Ranjit Uncle lubed himself and flipped me on my back and mounted me with his heavy muscled body directing on top of me as I wrapped my arms and legs tightly around his big physique instinctively pulling him closer to me. Pumping his strong hips he thrust his big cock inside me and began to fuck me deep and hard with fierce gusto. His eyes were ablaze as he pounded my butt with his merciless weapon, driving home harder and harder each time until he filled my cavity full with his meat. I tried to keep him there with my tight sphincter, squeezing it hard, but it was like trying to catch an eel barehanded. After he had shot his load – which felt like bullets firing out of a machine gun – he told me this was just the beginning. He wasn’t lying.

After taking care of my aunty I came to expect nightly visits from him and damn if I wasn’t eagerly waiting for it. In the weeks and months that followed, Ranjit Uncle proved to be an intense, dedicated lover with barrel full of stamina showing me exactly what type of man he expected from me. He was able to take care of both Preeti Aunty and myself in our sexual need without his dumb wife ever being the wiser. He was determine at keeping his promise to my mother at making me a real man and it was clear he took that responsibility very seriously as he trained me long and hard at being the ultimate slut-boy. Mr. Singh may have started the training but Ranjit Uncle was perfecting it. There wasn’t a sex act Ranjit Uncle didn’t demonstrate or put me through and with each new act not only did I improve in my obedient submissiveness, which was naturally born within me, the more savagely creative he became. Ranjit Uncle was the best teacher any boy could ask for!.

To be continued soon ………….