Gay Kinky Story of My Prostate Awakening: 1

Gay kinky story: I’m a tall, muscular Indian guy in my late 20s, six feet of solid strength, 84 kilos, with a round, jiggly butt and a broad chest that draws stares. My sexual journey began as a curious teen, but discovering my prostate—the male G-spot—set my body ablaze.

From shy experiments at 18 to an ecstatic night with a shemale and a wild threesome in the UK, I became a skilled prostate massage giver and yoga teacher. Now, in a peaceful Indian city, I offer 4-hour wellness sessions that relax and awaken my clients. This is how I mastered prostate pleasure, and I want you—especially Indian guys—to try it too.

First Sparks at 18

At 18, in my small-town bedroom, I was eager to explore my body. I’d been masturbating since 15, thanks to a friend who showed me how, his sly grin guiding my hand until I trembled and came. But at 18, I craved something new. One night, I found an online forum where guys raved about prostate pleasure—a spot inside the butt that could feel incredible. It sounded strange but thrilling, so I decided to try.

I locked my door, heart racing, and lay on my bed, pants off. I rubbed lotion on my fingers and pressed the skin between my balls and butt. It tingled, my 6-inch dick leaking a drop of precum. Nervous but excited, I circled my butt hole with a slick finger and gently pushed inside. It was tight, then softened, and I felt something firm.

I made slow, circular motions, and—oh, wow—a wave of pleasure washed over me. My dick twitched, oozing precum, and a clear stream shot out, hands-free. I gasped, my body quivering as I squirted again, the sensation deep and wild.

I got bolder over weeks. I used a smooth pen, slick with lotion, sliding it in carefully to touch my prostate. When I nudged it, my dick squirted without a touch, precum pouring like a stream, soaking my sheets. It was messy but amazing, my moans muffled by my pillow.

I was careful—cleaning everything, using plenty of lotion, and keeping it secret at home. These private moments became my joy, my body revealing its hidden pleasures.

Awakening in the UK

At 22, I moved to the United Kingdom for my postgraduate studies, landing in a vibrant city with sex shops and open-minded vibes. The UK’s bold culture was a shock for a desi guy like me, used to hushed secrets. I realized I was bisexual, craving both men and women, and my prostate yearned for more than fingers and pens. I was ready to explore.

That’s when I met Zara (name changed), a breathtaking shemale I connected with on a dating app. She was 25, 5’8”, with smooth caramel skin, long dark hair, and a body blending soft curves and firm lines.

Her profile boasted a 6-inch dick and endless stamina, and her flirty texts about “unlocking my deepest pleasure” left me rock-hard. We planned to meet on a rainy UK weekend. I fasted to feel light, cleaned my butt with an enema, and packed condoms and lube.

When I arrived at Zara’s cozy flat, she opened the door in a silky robe, her full lips curving into a warm, inviting smile. “You’re even hotter in person,” she purred, eyeing my 6-foot, 84-kilo frame—my round butt and chest tight in my shirt.

Her confidence sent shivers down my spine. We sat on her plush sofa, the room lit by soft candles, sharing quiet smiles to ease the tension. Her robe slipped, revealing smooth thighs and a hint of her bulge. “Ready to feel something new?” she whispered, her hand brushing my knee.

I nodded, my dick stirring, and she led me to her bedroom, the air thick with warmth and promise.

Slow and Ecstatic with Zara

We undressed slowly, savoring every moment. Zara’s robe fell, revealing perky breasts, a toned stomach, and her 6-inch dick, thick and standing proud. I dropped my jeans, my 6-inch dick half-hard, already leaking precum. “You’re beautiful,” she murmured, her fingers tracing my chest, her touch sparking heat in my core.

We sank onto her bed, our bodies intertwining, skin warm and electric. She kissed my neck, her breath soft, then moved to my nipples, her lips closing around one with a gentle suck. I moaned, my dick hardening instantly, a jolt of pleasure shooting through me.

“Your nipples are so sensitive,” she whispered, her tongue flicking slowly, then pinching the other until I arched, my body trembling with delight. I’d never felt this before, and it was like discovering a new part of myself.

We took our time, her hands exploring my body, mine caressing her curves. I rolled a condom onto her hard dick, my fingers trembling as it pulsed, warm and alive. I spread lube over it, stroking her gently, her soft moans filling the room.

I rubbed my butt hole with aloe vera gel, the cool slickness calming my nerves. “I want you inside me,” I breathed, my voice thick with desire. I straddled her in cowgirl position, the safest way to start, my eyes locked on hers, her gaze steady and encouraging.

I lowered myself slowly, her tip pressing against my tight hole. I breathed deeply, relaxing, and felt her enter, inch by inch, a gentle stretch that bloomed into pleasure. Her dick filled me, brushing my prostate, sending a warm glow through my body.

My 6-inch dick stood rigid, leaking precum onto her stomach, the wet trails glistening in the candlelight. I moved my hips, rocking slowly, each motion deliberate, savoring the way her dick pressed my prostate, sparking waves of ecstasy. “You feel so good,” Zara whispered, her hands gripping my round butt, guiding me gently.

I leaned forward, our chests brushing, and kissed her, our lips soft and hungry. The intimacy deepened, her dick moving inside me, slow and steady, each thrust hitting my prostate with precision. I pictured a woman’s wet pussy gripping my dick while Zara filled me, the fantasy pushing me closer to the edge.

“More,” I moaned, and she thrust upward, deeper but still gentle, her dick coaxing a clear stream from my dick. I gasped, my body shaking as I squirted, the liquid soaking her stomach, my moans mingling with her soft groans.

“You’re squirting for me,” she murmured, her voice thick with awe, thrusting slowly to draw out more.

We shifted to doggy style, my knees sinking into the mattress, butt raised, vulnerable yet safe in her hands. She lubed up again, entering me with care, her dick gliding in, finding my prostate like a lover’s touch. She moved slowly, each thrust a deliberate caress, my butt muscles clenching as I squirted again, the bed wet beneath us.

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“You’re so open,” she whispered, her hands stroking my back, her rhythm steady and ecstatic. We tried bend-over, my chest against the bed’s edge, her hands on my hips, thrusting deeper, my moans turning to soft cries as my dick squirted, the pleasure so intense I felt weightless.

We returned to doggy, her dick hitting my prostate perfectly, and I surrendered, squirting until I was empty, my body trembling with bliss. Zara’s breaths quickened, her hands tightening on my hips, and with a final, slow thrust, she came, the condom catching her release as she collapsed onto me, our bodies warm and entwined.

To be continued…