Desi Gay Erotica of a Stormy Night’s Wild Encounter
Desi Gay Erotica: Stormy Encounter in a Stormy Night
Hello everyone, this is Anand. I am back again with another experience. Just to remind I wrote my experience about how my neighbor’s son turned me into a bi, you may find the link here.
After reading my above story many wanted me to tell more about my body, so here it goes…
I am 5’9” tall, fair, athlete body not muscular but proportionate, chocolaty tits, smooth hairless back & smooth round bums. However got a hairy chest with hair concentrating in to a stream of soft black hairs that trickles down via belly button to a thick jungle between my thighs that needs regular trimming and in there resides a black panther that gets 7” x 2” while looking for a kill at a slightest chance available.
Those who do not know about me, I am a bi who thought he was straight until recently. I like smooth, fit guys with decent height. I am living alone in Kolkata and keep looking for a company to satisfy each other to the fullest.
The story now..
It was one of the evenings when I returned from a four days long tour and needed to buy some essentials like milk, bread, butter and eggs etc. I quickly changed into my evening walk outfit and left for the small market place that is few hundred meters from my building.
It was a little late evening of August, I could notice that it had rained heavily earlier in the day. Now with the skies heavily overcast, the cold wind was giving indication that it might rain soon. Weather was good enough to make anyone horny and I was no exception.
In that horny mood I reached the market but unfortunately, all the shops of the market where I usually go to were closed, so I walked further about a kilometer as I knew there were shops too.
But the scenario there too was same, may be shops were closed early for some reason. Walking ahead, I finally noticed a shop down a small lane that was about to close so I shouted to stop the shop keeper from closing and got the things I wanted. He advised me to go back quickly as there was heavy downpour announced.
He was good looking and as I was still horny, I suggested if he was going my way he could give me a drop to nearest point of my building. That way I may get a chance to be close to his body but he said that he lives just above the shop and that’s why he kept it open a little longer.
Disappointed I started back walking rapidly, but a sudden rush of wind that quickly followed by rain forced me to look for a shelter. The area was not much known to me so I started desperately looking for a place. I noticed an open plot with a boundary wall that had a small hutment and a large shed joined to the hutment.
I ran to the place and stood under the shed. I noticed that it was a sort of carpentry workshop; the hutment was dark and locked. I took a little wooden box that was lying there and placed the same at the secluded place to provide me maximum possible protection from wind and rain and sat on it waiting for rain to subside so that I can walk back home.
The place was dark and the dim rays from a street light at the corner were trying hard to penetrate the rain shower and to make things barely visible. Suddenly a bright light appeared on the boundary wall as a motor bike entered through the compound gate. The heavy rain drops glittered in the beam of bright headlight. The rider hurriedly parked his motor cycle just outside the shed, picked up his bag and ran to the shed.
He could not see me as I was on other side of the shed and partially hidden behind the protection I had used. He was totally drenched with his T-shirt clinging to his body. The street light was falling on his body and I was able to judge his physique which was good enough to make me horny again.
He was unable to see me because he not facing my direction and also his eyes may not have accustomed to the darkness yet. From his bag he pulled out a rain coat that had one full arm jacket and full pant. He placed his bag on ground and placed the rain coat on a pile of wood that was there.
He then removed his T-Shirt and what I saw made me go crazy. His wet body, silhouetted against the rainy background looked smooth with well-built shoulders, not flat abs but a little pouch there. As I was getting his side view, I was unable to see his full chest & tits but my imagination forced me to think they must be great.
He used his hands to wrench the T-Shirt and put it in the bag from which he took out the rain coat. That meant that he will remove his jeans too now. I sort of became breathless, waiting…. A….n..d…..Yesss, I was right.
He started removing his drenched pant and turned a little to take support of the wooden pile as he was finding it difficult to remove the wet jeans. Now his body was facing me and the dim rays of street light at the opposite corner was falling on him making him look damn sexy, but he was fully engrossed in removing his jeans.
As he was bent down, standing on one leg at a time, his bent leg, arms and his head were depriving me of look of my area of interest and making me restless.
He was about my height, but a little muscular; may be he used to gym and had discontinued. He had wide smooth chest with large tits, I was unable to make out their color. As he was looking down his face was not clearly visible but that did not matter at all to me. I was waiting for him to finish removing his pants and stand up so that I can get to see his main asset.
He finally succeeded and straightened up with jeans still in his hands. He was wearing a while Jockey tightly clinging to his waist, thighs and the dark looking tool that looked attractive enough to make me get up from my place and make a my move.
So I got up and said, “Don’t stand there, come here if you want to change; that street light might be making you visible to others”. Though I was sure that the dim light with heavy rains would not have made it possible for anyone outside the compound to see what is happening here but I wanted him near me, in a darker place.
He made a startled move, trying to hide his central portion, not able to say anything immediately. I comforted him, “Don’t worry and come here. This place is more secluded, you can sit here and dress up properly.”
He took his bag, rain coat and came near to me. I got up, intentionally adjusting my tool and offered the seat to him, but he did not sit. He curiously looked at me and asked “What are you doing here”.
“Just like what you are doing” I adjusted my semi-hard tool a little again to send a message and laughed “taking shelter from rain of course”
“Oh! I got caught into this stupid rain” he exclaimed “As my clothes are all drenched up, I was thinking of putting on only the rain coat and proceed”
“That’s good idea, you will have enjoyable ride. But with this heavy rain you will any way get drenched” I told him, “And also it not safe to drive in such situation, let it subside a little then you can go. I too am waiting for the same”. I tried to comfort him again.
I was now able to take a closer look of him, whatever little light permitted me. He was clean shaven, not beautiful but smart, smooth hairless body, wearing a thick gold chain around his neck and a gold bracelet in his right hand.
We started talking a little about weather and reasons to visit this area at this hour et-cetera. We just opened up in no time, he cracked some jokes and we laughed a little.
I was uncertain of making my next move. He was still holding the removed jeans in his hands, covering his tool, leaving me only to enlarge my imagination of what I noticed in a glimpse when he removed his jeans.
And this imagination was making my panther down there to coax me for a kill. While I was thinking about it, he placed the jeans on the box where I was seating. He then adjusted his tool and wow, I got the signal. He was semi hard, I reckoned I can move further now.
But my luck was better that day than I thought, “Oh, It feels much better to remove wet clothes, otherwise it was very chilly and uncomfortable. Why don’t you remove your clothes”
So he was pushing now, openly. “Oh, it’s okay, no problem for me”, I was dying to remove but still teased him a little.
“C’mon, try it”, he insisted and I knew my luck has turned my side.
Leaving my underwear on, I removed rest of the clothes and placed them significantly over his jeans.
“Nice hair on your chest”, he said appreciably. I noticed that he was fully hard now, his tool looked about 5”-5.5” long and pressing hard against his wet white Jockey. I decided not to lose any more time as the rain may subside and he may change his mood or there might be movement on road. I went close to him and hugged him. He responded instantly and kissed me on my neck.
Touch of his smooth warm body sent me into a frenzy, I tightened my hug so that our hard center of gravity was pressing against each other. I started kissing him all over. However, as I reached his lips he avoided and instead abruptly started licking my tits. That feel was amazing as he was switching one tit to another licking my chest hairs as well in between.
His tongue playing skillfully on tip of my tits making them harder and harder. I noticed that though his tool was average sized he had very long in fact unusually long tongue, which he was skillfully using alternately to lick tip of my tits, making me moan with pleasure.
He then started widening his licking area and reached my arm pits. He was sniffing, moaning, licking and doing what not. No one ever licked my arm pits before, it was a virgin area of sexcitement and sending waves of pleasure to each and every part of my body.
He had great stamina as far as licking is concerned as he was tirelessly licking my body with his tongue making vibrant touches. While he did that he was moaning loudly, looked like he was getting more pleasure out of his acts rather than me.
During this play any time I tried touching his tits or holding his bums or dick, he was avoiding, “Don’t you want to enjoy?” I asked. Without stopping he groaned, “What the fuck I am doing now you fool? I got this after months; so just shut up and let me enjoy”.
He suddenly changed tactic and started kissing me all over my chest then gradually moving downwards kissing lightly. As he reached my belly button he slowly started licking it, very softly. This touch was very exciting and made me ooze more precum.
Then I experienced something that I do not think will ever repeat in my life. He knelt down and held my bums firmly with his warm hands. Then working with his tongue he inserted his tongue inside my underwear and licked tip of my cock that was salty with plenty of precum.
I was astonished and excited simultaneously. He was randomly inserting and playing with his tongue which was sometimes touching my dick top or sometimes the dick bone, still moaning once in a while.
He stopped and looked at me, removing my underwear, touched my trimmed pubic area and said accusingly “why do you trim you property, I am going to miss the softness and sniffs during the play”
He then showed me power and skill of his tongue, he started licking my dick, my balls in a frenzy like a piano artiste appears to be playing all the notes while performing at its peak. He appeared all over simultaneously, increasing the crescendo. He was able to encircle his long tongue around head of my dick and play. It was something I never imagined in my life. It was so exciting I started moaning loudly, not bothered that someone may overhear.
He took a pause and finally took my cock fully deep inside his mount and in that position started using his tongue to play with my balls. I was ‘don’t-know-on-which’ cloud, just flying up & high. All along this he was still holding my ass cheeks firmly not letting me move my waist in a least, making him in control of the act. He then stopped and asked “do you want a lick back there“, I declined.
He continued licking my balls until I thought I was about to come and requested him to stop.
He then got up saying he enjoyed immensely. I pulled him near me as I wanted to suck his tits but he stopped me again. “What’s the matter? “ I asked.
He said that he got married about 7 months back and does not want his wife to notice anything, particularly now in this rain the mood at home will already be sexy and he will have to perform there too. He said he was starving for a guy for several months. He said that the moment he saw me he too had decided not to let this chance go waste. And he was glad that he could enjoy it.
He told me, he is immensely enjoying his sessions with his wife but comparing sex with a girl and with a guy is comparing wine and rum, intoxication of both is immensely enjoyable but different all together. He told me he misses blow job as his wife does not like it.
“Try me” I told him and removed his Jockey to see a beautifully straight smooth stick with equally smooth balls beneath. I wasted no time and started sucking, licking. I noticed that he had very few pubic hair just on the upper portion of his pubic area, there was not a single strand of hair neither on his dick nor on his balls. As I do not like hairy stuff this was perfect meal for me which I started devouring losing no time.
Though I was not a tongue expert like him I was trying to give him all possible pleasure, he was moaning continuously. He held my head and started mouth fucking, I started slowly squeezing his balls his moaning increased. As his tool was not that long, I took his tool and balls together in my mouth and played with them. His cry told me the ecstasy he was enjoying.
I then reached his ass cheeks and was surprised to find soft pair of bums as against his muscular body. While squeezing his ass cheeks I touched his ass hole and he moaned loudly and abruptly stopped, may be the touch lifted him to the peak that he didn’t want to reach.
He said we must now stop else he may end up here only. “What about me? I want to finish”, I complained.
He told me he would love to give me finishing blow job but that would be risky as some spots may still be noticeable when he reaches home. He offered me hand job, I suggested a dry hump he happily agreed saying “Oh Yes, this too I miss; wasn’t sure you would like”
He bent down taking support on the box where our clothes were kept and spread his legs and bending his back so that his ass crack was open and applied lot of saliva on the same. I then put my cock in his hot crack that was between his soft ass cheeks and started humping.
He was a real sport, he was giving me all possible ass pleasure manipulating his ass cheeks and also squeezing my balls with one hand.
We both didn’t realize when we fell into a rhythm, moaning together; speeding up… fast…. faster…. faster….. and then I cried loudly as I spurt my hot juices into his crack, ending an sexciting session that was so much satisfying. Wow what a fuck and what a partner, I kissed him on his back and patted him in thanks.
We noticed that the rain has slowed down, though still heavy enough to drench anyone in seconds.
I quickly dressed up and he wore his rain coat on only his Jockey beneath. He offered to drop me in the market near my building from where he had to take different rout. He started his bike and I sat behind him. He was driving slowly and cautiously as the rain was making it difficult to drive.
Desi gay erotica of a wild encounter on a stormy night
I took advantage of situation and slipped my hand into his Jockey and held his smooth tool and balls and started playing simultaneously licking back of his neck.
He cursed me but his regained hardness confirmed he was enjoying and he started moaning again, loudly. He laughed and said “Never though that I would be moaning so loudly in a rainy night on a street so openly, thanks a lot partner, you were amazing”. And so he was, I told him.
Soon we reached the place; I reminded him, “Don’t show your ass to your wife, it still has my juices”. He cursed again “First thing I will do is take a bath you stupid”.
I kissed his neck and got down. “Have a nice fuck” I said and winked. “Thanks” he said, “with our session in mind I may have many fucks tonight, Good Night” and he drove off.
Hope you enjoyed my story, please do comment.. Anand
