Indian Gay Sex Story: Garg ki Kaabiliyat: 2

Indian Gay Sex Story: Garg ki Kaabiliyat: 2

Indian Gay Sex Story: He pushed the dick head slowly into my sphincter and I moaned in pleasure. “Yessssssssssssssssssss…… Fuck………..”

He pushed the cock in deeper and it arose my sexual libido. I was in heaven. Once Kaabil was completely inside me, we danced our dance to perfection. I moved my hips and ass to compliment his heavy thrusting. He slammed into me and I heard the water splash all over around us. He fucked me a few times holding the back of my neck with his left hand and rubbing my back and slapping my butt with his other one. We both barely spoke and just drowned ourselves in the sound of our moans. The moments of us being locked together in love and embrace was sensational.

Kaabil slid out of me and held his index finger up, “One sec babes… I wanted to try something new today.” He vanished behind me and I felt the cold sting of silence, even for the five to eight seconds that he was gone. He returned with a steel stool and placed it on the ground in the shower cubical. He sat on it and asked me to mount him. I lifted my leg to rest it on the shower control and sat on his throbbing cock. This new position was remarkable. I felt him inside me and touch parts inside my anus that I never knew I had. I moaned louder and louder as I bounced up and down on his huge cock.

“You like this one…” He asked smiling at me. “Koi shaq…” I replied, my eyes closed and my hand around his shoulders. He sucked my tit as he rammed into me. I moaned even louder. I felt that I was screaming my loudest screams that night, but with Kaabil, it was all so worth it. He quickened the pace and held my hips in his hand as he fucked me hard.

“Yessssssss… Yesssssss… Yes…………. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh….. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh…. ahhhhhhhhhhh… Fucking Bitch….. Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh…” He exploded hot jizzy cum all inside me. I could feel loads and loads of thick semen fill my ass up. He collapsed into my arms and kissed the back of my neck. I turned around and faced him. We kissed. And we kissed again. “This, we must try a few more times…” I said, “…what say?”

“Janaab,” he started “…yadi meri shaadi nahi hui hoti, to tujko main is jahaan se kab ka chura leta.”
I kissed him again and looked into his eyes as tears filled mine. “Itni izzat aur pyaar aaj tak kisi apne ne bhi nahi diya mujhe Kaabil jii.” I said trembling.

“Garg, this thing between us… Yeh ishq, yeh chudaai… Yeh pyaar… Isse pane ke liye to main sau baar jehnoom mein jaaon… Aap keh rahe ho ke hum aapko kaafi izzat aur ishq se nawaz rahe hain… To kya aap humein pyaar nahi karte?”

He pulled me closer and kissed my forehead. “Jannat se nikah karna to woh humare Walid shahab ki ichcha thi. Aapse muhabbat karna to humarey karam… Aur jaanam, Ichchaon se to Karam bahut uupar hai…”

He looked at me, “Aapko blow kare?” He returned to kiss me passionately. I kissed him in return and said,“Nahi jii, aaj kaafi thak chuke hum…” I smiled and looked back at him as I stood up to grab the towel.

He rose with me and I pulled the gigantic towel and wrapped both our naked bodies in it. The showers were turned off and we dried each other up and stepped out of the shower cubical. We reached the locker part of the room and I pulled up my jocks. He did the same and tugged on his florecent green, Jeerai labled vest.

“To kal kya hum ek film dekhne chale? Gym ke baad… ek aakhri show hai, sade barah baje ki…” he asked me.
I tried to look back at him as I struggled with my tee over my head. He moved closer and unbuttoned the first loop and it then slid more comfortably over my head. “Kal to shayad hum gym nahi aayenge. Kal Bittu Chachi ke yahan satsang hai na… saare ghar wale jaa rahe hai…”

“Hey, yaar. Teri parivaar ki kya dushmani haihumse? Har hafta kuch-na-kuch. Kisiki birthday, kisiki sangeet samvelan, kisiki bidaai – shaadi… Whenever I plan something for the two of us, you’ve got somewhere else to go to.” He said frowning up. “This is so fucking irritating, Garg…”

I moved closer to him and kissed his cheek. “I know Kaabil Jii… Par hun kii kara… I have to go.”
I lowered my hand into his gym tracks and grabbed a hold of his still semi-erect penis. “Kal ka dose aaj de doon?”

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I went on my knees, pulled out his dick and in the next five minutes blew him good. I drank all the cum that he filled my mouth with, every salty slippery load was so tasty, so fulfilling.

I stood up and kissed him again. “Parso milte hain jii…” I turned to leave as I saw a faint little tear escape his right eye. “Haan, par jaldi aana jii. Tu yahan nahi hota to mera din adhura sa reh jata…” I smiled and left rubbing my teary left eye.

The title track from “Humaari Adhuri Kahani” echoed in hte lobby of the gym behind me.