Indian Gay Sex Story: A threesome with a couple: 1

Indian Gay Sex Story: A threesome with a couple: 1

Indian Gay Sex Story: It was a hot summer day, the mercury touching 42 degrees Celsius and still climbing. Even though it was evening, it felt like a furnace. Thankfully I had the day off from work. The ceiling fan in my room barely provided any comfort. Living alone has its advantages, so I spent most of the day lounging around in my underpants, or naked. The heat was making me hornier with each passing hour.

Some time later I heard voices in the corridor and looked through the keyhole. Someone was moving in to the room just opposite mine. Two young men, about my age. “Good, at least I’ll have some company when I’m bored,” I thought, going back to my laptop to watch some porn.

Half an hour later, the doorbell rang; it was one of the guys who had just moved in. “Hi, I’m Harsha,” he smiled, offering his hand. “I’m Dev,” I smiled back, shaking his hand. “My friend and I just moved in, thought we’d introduce ourselves to our neighbour.” “Sure, come on in. Would you like some cold coffee?” I asked.

“That’d be nice, thank you. This is my friend Puneet,” Harsha said, introducing the guy who just exited his room, locking the door behind him. We shook hands again and I led them inside. “Make yourself comfortable,” I said, as I went to make some cold coffee. “So, you live all by yourself?” Puneet asked, as I handed him his coffee.

“Yeah, I like the solitude,” I grinned. “So how did you guys zero in on this building? There aren’t many young men in this complex,” I asked. Harsha and Puneet glanced at each other. “Let’s say, where we used to live earlier, people didn’t like our nocturnal activities!” laughed Harsha. “Ah, your girlfriends must have brought the roof down with their moaning!” I winked.

“Actually, no. We brought the roof down with our banging,” Puneet said matter-of-factly. “Yeah, we’re gay.” Harsha added, again, in a no-nonsense tone. To this moment, I have no idea what happened to me when he said that, but I remember that a wide smile had formed on my face, a smile “eager and excited” as the two of them later described to me.

I quickly recovered myself, but it was too late. They had noticed, and exchanged knowing glances at each other, knowing what I was up to. I tried to change the topic, but they just sat there, sipping their coffee, smiling at me. I gulped, I had been caught, it was all my fault and now I was wishing they’d leave, so that I could just go back to watching porn and jacking off.

How was I to know, the night would turn out to be so different, so intense, so passionate, so memorable? “So, Dev, how many times have you done it?” Puneet asked. “Err…done what?” I tried to salvage myself from the awkwardness. “You don’t need to play the innocent fool here, man,” said Harsha, “how many times have you had gay sex?” “Never.” I answered truthfully.

He put down his mug, stood up, walked over to me and placed both his arms gently on my shoulders. “How about we show you the kingdom of forbidden pleasures?” he asked, gazing into my eyes. Caught in the heat of the moment, I took a deep breath and whispered “Yes.” He placed his arms around my waist, and gently squeezed my butt.

He brought his face closer to mine and tried to kiss me, but I pulled back. “Let’s just say… I’m not comfortable with face kissing and cross-dressing. Is that okay with you guys?” “Of course.” said Puneet. “I’m hungry. Can we do this after dinner?” I asked, wanting some time to myself, to figure out what just happened. “Sure. Why don’t you come over to our room after dinner?”

“Umm….you guys mind if we do it here?” I asked. “Of course not,” said Puneet, “we’ll be back at 10.” And with that, they left. Half an hour later, I was sitting on the toilet seat, my crotch all lathered up, razor in one hand, trying to make sense of why I had reacted so eagerly. Thoughts were swimming in my head; a part of me, the majority of me really wanted it. Badly.

The other part of me was worried. The pain, would it be worth it? “To hell with all that” I said aloud and shaved my crotch clean. The doorbell rang at 10p.m. sharp. I was bare chested, wearing just my shorts. Puneet and Harsha were there, wearing boxers and light t-shirts. I welcomed them inside and ushered them to the bedroom.

Without wasting a second, they took off their t-shirts and shorts and left me gawping at two hot, naked male bodies. Not that I haven’t seen any naked men before, thanks to porn, but these were the first two men in-the-flesh as it were. Overcome with the heat of passion, I stripped and joined them on the bed, naked, appraising their bodies and dicks silently.

If I had to describe their bodies, I’d say there was nothing special or pornstar-like about them. Average height, average build, with a little bit of fat. Dicks average length and uncircumcised, about 6 inches or so, not really different from mine. The thought of having those inside me in a few minutes from now was turning me on, drowning out all the thoughts of pain.

We three put our arms around each other, rubbing our bodies against each other, feeling each other’s skin and warmth. I had never been so close and in physical contact with someone before; the feeling was different, sensual, warm. I could feel the heat rising in me, the pace of my heartbeat picking up.

Puneet and Harsha were kissing each other, and I was rubbing my lips against Harsha’s neck softly, sensuously. I had watched enough of gay porn to know what to try next, my hands slowly moved to their cocks and I gripped them. I have only ever grabbed my own cock. The feeling of someone else’s cock was like a warm, stiff piece of flesh, something that I would love to take in my mouth and up my ass.

Gently I moved my hands back and forth over them, jerking them off. I noticed my own cock was rock hard and my ball sack had tightened, as if trying desperately to gain some pleasure. “Would you like to suck it?” asked Puneet. “Umm…yes, why not…” I stammered. Taking his dick in my hand, I slowly bent my head over it. A little hesitantly, I flicked the tip of my tongue over the head.

It had a slight musky scent to it, the taste felt a little weird. Growing a little bolder, I opened my mouth a little wider, covering my teeth with my lips, and took his whole head inside. It felt like I was sucking on some lollipop, the only difference being the taste and that it seemed to grow larger. I pulled it out of my mouth, took a deep breath and then closed my lips around it.

Taking about half the length of his shaft inside me, I moved my head back and forth a few times, trying to use as much saliva as possible, licking the shaft with my tongue, the constricted movement inside my mouth adding to Puneet’s pleasure. Finding it a little difficult to breathe, I stopped. “Come, let us show you the forbidden kingdom of pleasures.” whispered Harsha.

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He sat behind me and wrapped his legs around my sides. I could feel his boner against the small of my back. His hands were roaming over my nipples, gently touching, squeezing, tickling them to rock hardness. Punnet crouched over my knees and looked up at me. “Let me show you what a real blowjob feels like.”

He brought his mouth close to my dick and breathed. I felt the warmth of his breath on my cock and involuntarily twitched my dick. In one swift motion, he had engulfed my dick with his mouth. “Ohh….my…God” I moaned. For the first time in my life, I moaned aloud, without a care in the world.