Gay male sex story – The story of Mahendra

Gay male sex story – The story of Mahendra

Balbir held Mahendra by the head, shoving his cock into his mouth, grunting on every thrust into his mouth. Mahendra took it, took every inch, let Balbir’s cock slid over his tongue and push into his throat cutting off his air for just a moment with every down stroke. He felt the hard shaft with its smooth skin slid through his hot mouth, he felt the way Balbir’s ass flexed in his hands as he held on and he felt his own cock slid over the rough denim of Balbir’s jeans, rubbing between his legs. Balbir pulled Mahendra’s head back and turned it up to face him.

“Fucking cunt” and he spit in Mahendra’s face. “Suck my cock, bitch” as he shoved his hard cock back into Mahendra’s mouth, pushing forward till his stomach smacked Mahendra’s forehead, till his throat was plugged and his face was turning red. Over and over he worked his cock into Mahendra’s mouth, fucking it, taking it and making it his.

“Balbir, fuck that mouth” Pankaj stated as he watched, sitting only a foot away on the sofa. When Mahendra had showed up at the door Balbir had worried if Pankaj would be okay with what could happen. But when Balbir asked Mahendra if he wanted to suck his dick Mahendra had been hesitate at first, what with Pankaj there, but Balbir had gotten demanding, not taking no for an answer and soon Mahendra was taking his clothes off, tugging the t-shirt over his head letting Pankaj see his lean body, so hairless he looked a lot younger than nineteen. Mahendra dropped his shorts to his ankles when he undid his belt and unfastened them, his waist too skinny to hold them up. He started toward Balbir in his boxers but Balbir yelled at him.

“Take off those shorts.”

And Mahendra did as he was told, dropped them to the floor and stepped out of them, letting Pankaj see his pale cock shaft rise up and the red head flare up as his excitement was obvious to everyone. Balbir moved up to Mahendra and began to undo his jeans, to open them up and when he had them spread open he pushed them and his briefs down below his balls. His cock, though flaccid, was beginning to rise, rise to the thought of putting it to Mahendra, to sliding in that hot wet mouth and then into that tight ass.

It didn’t take long, just a few minutes for Balbir’s cock to get hard, to raise to its full thick length, with its slight curve upward, the vein lined shaft soon glistening with the juice of Mahendra’s mouth hole. Balbir had learned over the last few months what Mahendra really liked, the kinky bastard, and he pulled out again, letting his hard cock bob up and down in Mahendra’s face.

“What do you want…boy” Balbir practically spit the last word out. Mahendra’s response was so low Balbir couldn’t hear it, knew Mahendra was being more submissive that usual for their audience. Balbir slapped him across the cheek.

“What did you say?”

“I want to suck your cock, sir…I want…I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me in front of your friend…I want…” and he hesitated, looked up at Balbir, pleading in his eyes. Balbir slapped him again.

What do you want, pussy.”

“I want both of you to fuck me” Mahendra replied and he opened his mouth, waiting, waiting for Balbir to shove his cock back into it, to fuck it down into his throat. Pankaj couldn’t believe it but Balbir had just looked over at him and smiled.

“Get your clothes off Pankaj.”

While Pankaj got out of his clothes Balbir sat down and pulled Mahendra over his lap, his ass sticking up in the air. Balbir knew what Mahendra wanted, knew how he had begged for it that first time and he didn’t know if he could really do it, but when he felt the warmth in his hand and the way Mahendra had responded, he found himself liking his role in Mahendra’s fetish as much as he did.

Pankaj jumped when he heard the smack, the hard firm contact of Balbir’s hand on Mahendra’s bare ass. Mahendra flinched and a grunt escaped from his lips. Balbir smacked Mahendra’s ass again, and again and again until he not only felt the hot skin but saw the redness rise up in it. Mahendra was groaning and grunting, his legs kicking out with each stinging blow. Pankaj had stood watching, stroking his cock till it was hard.

Balbir shoved Mahendra into the floor where he landed on his red burning ass and his hard cock flopped into view.

“Suck his cock, whore” Balbir commanded and Mahendra quickly got on his knees and scooted over to Pankaj. Mahendra held up the hard cock, leaned in and licked it, base to head, and he sucked the head into his mouth making Pankaj gasp. Mahendra knew he had Pankaj when he felt Pankaj push forward sinking his cock into Mahendra’s mouth. As Pankaj worked his cock back and forth through Mahendra’s mouth feeling the hot slickness on his cock Balbir was getting out of his jeans and briefs. Balbir sat on the sofa and watched, watched as Pankajs cock disappeared into Mahendra’s mouth, watched as his throat swallowed around the head and his face turned red before Pankaj moved back.

“Fuck the whore’s mouth; fuck him hard” Balbir stated as he slow stroked his own cock, keeping it hard. Pankaj held Mahendra’s head firmly in place and began to rock his hips back and forth, faster and faster, working his cock through his mouth. He kept up his pace for a while, till he felt his cock get really hard, flex tight and he pulled back, freeing his cock, letting it bounce in the air, cooling it down. It was too soon to blow a load. He liked this too much.

“Okay pussy, get over here” Balbir demanded and Mahendra knew what he wanted. Mahendra got up and went to the sofa and turned to face Pankaj, let him see how he was still hard, a long thin line of precum drooling down from the head of his cock. He stepped back and got up on the sofa and eased his ass down till it hovered over Balbir’s cock. He moved down slightly, feeling the head rub him there, touch the opening sending sensations of desire and lust straight to his head and he eased down further feeling the head breach through his tight opening, stretch him, till the head penetrated him. Balbir grunted as Mahendra cried out. Pankaj didn’t have to stroke his cock for it to stay hard. Pankaj watched intently, getting down on his knees so he could see better as Mahendra lowered himself slowly, gradually, Balbir’s cock sinking into him, the thick shaft stretching his opening till he accommodated it all, his body sitting down on Balbir’s lap with cock completely buried in his hole.

“Move that ass, whore” Balbir demanded and Mahendra began to rise up, letting Pankaj see the shaft slide out of his hole. Mahendra rose till only the head was trapped behind the tight ring of his opening and he eased back down, all the way. Mahendra moved slowly for several times, letting his opening get use to the penetration, the thick shaft he was working into his hole until he felt it, that relaxation, that sudden openness where he could take Balbir’s cock with total ease and he picked up his pace, began to work his body up and down faster and faster till the sofa squeaked with his movement on Balbir’s lap…on Balbir’s cock.

Balbir grabbed Mahendra around the chest and pulled him back, Mahendra’s legs spread wide open, his own hard cock slapping back to his stomach, and Balbir began to thrust his hips upward, fucking up into Mahendra, slamming into him in a different angle, one that made it better, made each hammering stroke feel intense and Mahendra reached back, over his head and held on to the sofa’s back, stretched out completely, his naked body tight, his nipples erect, the muscles under his skin prominent and his skin beginning to glisten with sweat. Balbir went at Mahendra’s hole with wild abandon, shoving his cock in fast until he needed to stop. Mahendra and Balbir lay there panting, both hot, the room beginning to smell of them, their overheated masculine scent.

“Pankaj?”

“Yes?”

“There’s something I’ve wanted to do.”

“What’s that?”

“Come over and slide your cock in this pussy’s hole next to mine and fuck him.”

“No shit…you want to have both of our cocks in him? Can he take it?”

Mahendra leaned up, the look of lust in his eyes as he stared at Pankaj.

“Do it man, put that cock in me, stretch me open” Mahendra begged.

Pankaj couldn’t believe he was going to do this, to put his cock in Mahendra’s hole next to Balbir’s, but he moved forward, got down in position as Balbir held Mahendra’s legs back spreading him further, giving him room. Pankaj put his cock against the edge of Mahendra’s hole, up against Balbir’s cock and pushed. Mahendra was tight, his hole stretched around Balbir’s thick shaft and Pankaj wondered if it was possible to get Mahendra stretched open any more, but Mahendra shifted slightly, turned his ass up a little and Pankaj felt it, the stretch of Mahendra’s hole, felt his cock begin to slid in next to Balbir’s cock, felt the unbelievable tightness. He didn’t know how, but he watched as his cock slowly penetrated Mahendra, his shaft sliding in next to Balbir. He worked slowly pushing steadily forward until his cock was in all the way.

“That is tight” Balbir muttered behind Mahendra as he held him tight to his own body, feeling the heat of him, feeling the tension, the shaking as Pankaj buried his cock in Mahendra’s hole. Pankaj was soon working his cock back and forth, fucking it along Balbir’s, pushing and pulling through the tight ring of Mahendra’s opening. Mahendra grunted on every push in, feeling the tightness, feeling the second cock, Pankaj’s cock plow through his insides. Balbir held on tight to Mahendra’s lean body, held him tight, felt the heat of him, the slick sweat on his skin, the tightness and he began to move his hips, working in with Pankaj as much as he could, the feeling of Pankaj’s cock working along his shaft stroking him up.

Soon, way too soon, Balbir felt it, the need to cum, and he began to thrust his hips harder, short stabs up into Mahendra.

“I’m close…real close” Balbir said, barely above a whisper.

“Me too” Pankaj replied between grunts as he continued to work his cock into Mahendra, fucking like a wild animal, hard hammering thrusts that brought all three of them to the edge. Mahendra’s eyes were closed, his mouth hung open with soft whimpering sounds escaping it as Pankaj and Balbir used him, fucked him, together, cock sliding by cock. Pankaj came first, the excitement of what he was doing, something new, something he’d never considered before, and he fucked his cock into Mahendra, hard, slapping his hips up against Mahendra’s ass, shoving in so hard he spread Balbir’s and Mahendra’s legs further apart and came. He cried out, shoved in hard and felt his load gush out in ejaculation after ejaculation. His cock somehow flexing in its tight confines as he pumped it in short quick thrust, pumping out his cum till he felt the slickness envelope his cock.

Balbir felt it too, the hard short thrust, the way Pankaj was cumming in Mahendra’s hole, slammed up next to his own cock. He felt they way Pankaj kept up his short stabbing jabs into Mahendra, and in turn, along his own cock and it was enough to push him over, to bring his load shooting out, pumping it in Mahendra, and mixing it with Pankaj’s. The tightness, the heat and now the slickness, as the two cocks worked their loads into Mahendra, mixing, coating Mahendra’s insides until finally Pankaj stopped and had to brace himself over Mahendra and Balbir. He saw sweat dripped down on Mahendra and realized he was sweating profusely.

Pankaj eased out, watching as his still hard cock pulled through the cum slick hole till it was free. He stood up, his body still tingling and watched as Balbir reached around and took Mahendra’s cock, stroked it, full hard strokes from head to base. Mahendra barely moved, but his hips were rocking slightly, with Balbir’s cock still buried in his ass and some of the two mixed loads working their way back out. Balbir held Mahendra down against him as he jerked him off, for Mahendra was close and it took only a few strokes to bring him off. Pankaj stood amazed at how much cum shot out of Mahendra’s cock; several thick wads flew out, hitting Mahendra in the face, over his neck and down his chest before he was down to the just a few dribbles and Balbir’s hand was smearing it up and down the shaft.

“Stop…please stop” Mahendra begged Balbir, his spent cock sensitive to further stimulation. Mahendra eased up and dropped down on the floor on his knees as Balbir stayed laid back on the sofa.

“Pankaj, does that thing ever go down?” Balbir asked jokingly.

“Yes, it’s just sometimes I get so wound up I can go again…sometimes need to” Pankaj replied sheepishly. Mahendra looked up at Pankaj and smiled. He scooted up to Pankaj and leaned down lining his mouth up with the head and eased his mouth down over Pankaj’s still hard cock, pushing the cum along the shaft, sucking it up as he went. Mahendra sucked slowly, worked his mouth along Pankaj’s hard shaft, savored the taste of sex on it as Pankaj ran his hands through Mahendra’s sweaty hair.

Balbir watched, his own cock sated, as Mahendra sucked Pankaj, used his mouth pleasuring Pankaj until he was ready, and he began to work his hips, instinctively shoving his cock into Mahendra’s mouth, feeling the heat of it, the slickness and he came again. Mahendra sucked up the load, swallowed it as Pankaj gave it to him till there was no more to get.

When everyone had settled down Balbir kicked Mahendra’s clothes over toward him and told him to go get cleaned up. Soon Pankaj and Balbir could hear the shower running as they sat naked smiling mischievously at each other.

“Fuck Balbir…I mean what the fuck?” Pankaj stated, unsure what to say.

“I know right. Man I can’t believe it either, but you have to admit, it is fucking something else. I mean no girl would ever do what that whore will do.”

“But how did you…How did he get you…” Pankaj stammered unable to ask how Mahendra got the supposedly straight jock Balbir to have sex with him.

“He’d been helping me with calculus and one night we started drinking and once the light weight got drunk he admitted what he wanted. Man I couldn’t believe what he told me, but man, when he sucked my dick the way he did…well fuck, I gave him every twisted thing he wanted.”

“How often does he come over?”

“Why? You want a repeat visit?” Balbir asked laughing; then he leaned forward, serious. “He comes over about once a week, but sometimes, when he is stressed with exams he has come over two or three times a week.”

Pankaj had stood up and put his clothes on while they talked. He was standing at the door, ready to leave.

“I should get going. I’ve got a paper to finish up. But if you guys…you know…”

“We’ll call you.”