Indian Gay sex story — My First boyfriend 2

Continued from part 1
Now before I go on, you have to remember that I’d imagined myself sucking a dick almost every night for at least a year. But I never would have ever actually imagined that it would be Ranbir’s dick that I sucked (well, sure I’d fantasized about it, but fantasy and reality are completely different), nor would I have ever imagined that I’d be doing it dressed like a girl. But I had imagined that I’d have my first taste of dick forced on me. Some of the big, strong, straight guys I fantasized about would never ask me to do it, they’d just make me. Though, Ranbir had always seemed a bit withdrawn and shy, and I never would have thought he had it in him.
So I opened my mouth and from that moment on, I could never honestly deny being a cocksucker. I remember thinking about how full my mouth felt with Ranbir trying to shove his cock deeper and deeper. I remember feeling a different texture of skin, as he pulled his foreskin back, uncovering his cockhead, which was firmly lodged in my mouth. Then, I remember the taste. I’ve since figured-out that it was cock-cheese, but at that moment, I had no idea what the disgusting taste filling my mouth was. It was salty and sour and bitter and tasted rotten. I remember trying to pull my mouth away, but Ranbir wouldn’t let me.
It didn’t take him long. Less than a minute after he’d yanked-back his foreskin and started stroking himself a bit, moving the uncovered head of his cock around in my mouth, he started to pant and I could feel his cock puffing-up even more in my mouth.
“Oh fuck!” he said once. “Oh Fuck!” he said again. Then, with one more “OH FUCK!” he moved his hand away and sank his cock as deep down my gullet as he could get it. I could feel him tensing and a second later, my mouth was being filled with liquid heat. My only choices were to start swallowing or drown. I chose to swallow.

“Oh fuck yeah,” I could hear through Ranbir’s panting breath. “Eat my scum, you fucking little faggot-girl.” He tried pressing his cock deeper and made me gag. For a moment, my step-brother just kept trying to shove himself into my throat. Well I was gagging and coughing, and when my muscles opened to expel that which I was choking on, Ranbir took the opportunity to sink his cock right down my throat. I thought I was about to die, though, if it came to that, well, it’d have been one hell of a way to go. But Ranbir pulled back, shooting a couple more wads into my mouth, before he finally pulled it all the way out. I coughed and sputtered, trying to catch my breath. I could even feel remnants of my step-brother’s load in my sinus-cavity, some streaming out my nose.
“That was fucking incredible,” Ranbir said, trying just as much as I was to catch his breath. His fingers went to my face and this time, I felt him spreading his cum on the skin of my cheeks, where he’d rubbed my tears only a few minutes before. Then he shoved one of his cum-coated fingers into my mouth and told me to suck them clean. A moment later, his cock, which was still dripping with the remnants of his ejaculation, was in front of my face and I was being ordered to clean it with my tongue. So I did as I was told.
“I sure am glad I had my mom drop me off a day early,” Ranbir said as I licked his cum from his still-bone-hard cock. “My guess my dad forgot to tell you I was coming here a day early?”
Ranbir made me stop licking his dick when it was starting to feel too sensitive and he couldn’t take it any more. Then he made me take off his shoes, so I could get his pants off, and then I had to put them in the washer to get all the cum (both mine and his, some of which had escaped my mouth and dripped down as he shot) cleaned. We still had well-over two hours before our parents would get home from work, and up until about four-thirty, Ranbir refused to let me change out of the girl’s clothes I had on.
“I think I’m gonna let you be my girlfriend,” Ranbir told me, as he had me take his shirt and socks off him, which left him totally naked. He made me fix him something to eat, get him drinks. I was still wearing the bra, panties and thigh-high nylons, all covered by the silky, ivory slip. He wouldn’t even let me take off the white gloves and he made me put the wig back on as I waited on him. A little after four o’clock, my big and manly, and naked, step-brother sat on the edge of the couch with his legs spread wide.
“Come here and let me give you a big kiss,” he said. I went and stood in front of him. He grabbed me and pulled me down, onto his body and he kissed me. Then he pushed me down, so that I was on my knees starting at his big, hard cock. “You’re my girlfriend, right?”
I nodded.
“Say it,” he hissed, his voice sent a chill down my spine. “When I ask you something, I wanna hear you answer.”

“I’m sorry, Ranbir” I said, feeling as though I should look up to his eyes, though I was scared to see his expression, and I couldn’t tear my eyes off his huge cock. Then, remembering the question he’d asked, I did manage to look up and softly said to him, “I am your girlfriend.”
“Good,” he said, and he didn’t look mean, as his voice had suggested, his expression was more, well, devilish. “Now do what a good girlfriend is supposed to do and suck my cock.”
I did what I was told, and while it took longer this time, it was only a few minutes before my boyfriend was squirting another load of cum into my mouth. Knowing what to expect, I did a better job of swallowing as much as I could, though there was so much that some managed to leak from between my lips. After he wiped all his cum from my face, making sure I sucked each and every drop from his fingers, he made me lick his now deflating dick clean, then he made me get his pants from the dryer and dress him, shirt and socks and all, before I went upstairs to change.
“And don’t you dare get yourself off again,” he said as I wobbled on the high-heels over the carpet to the hallway, “My dad’s gonna take your mom out for dinner and a show tonight, so we’re gonna have a few hours alone and I want you at your best.” I’d actually been thinking about jerking a quick load out, when I finally got to my room to change. I wondered if he somehow could read my mind.
I hid my mom’s old lingerie in the bottom of my closet and got into the shower. My dick was stiff as a board the whole time, but remembering Ranbir’s command, I didn’t touch it (other than with a bit of soap to clean the dried and crusted cum away). My mom got home just as I was drying-off, and I assured her that I was feeling better, though I wanted to take a nap. So I stayed upstairs in my bed, thinking about everything that had just happened and wondering about what the rest of the evening would bring. I heard my step-father come home, he talked to my mother for a bit, then I heard he and Ranbir talking. I’d just about drifted-off to sleep when my mother came up and told me she’d made dinner for me and Ranbir. And I noticed she was wearing the skirt I’d had on earlier, which didn’t help at all with the knots in my stomach.
Ranbir and I ate as our parents prepared for their evening out. I was putting our dirty dishes in the dishwasher when his father told us, “The show doesn’t start until eight-thirty and won’t get over ‘till at least eleven. And we’ll probably go out for a drink afterward, so don’t expect us home anytime before midnight.” Then Mom asked, “So what are you boys doing tonight?”
“With Halloween coming up,” Ranbir said, “there’s a classic-horror movie-marathon on tonight. Tezbir’s gonna pop up a big batch of popcorn and we’re gonna sit in front of the tube all night and get the begeesus scared out of us.”

My mother gave me a look, surely expecting me, “My name is Tezu, thank you!” but for the second time that day, I let it pass. She gave me a look. I tried to ignore her, hoping she wouldn’t realize I noticed her.
“We better not come home to find every light in the house turned on,” my step-father said on his way out, “just because you boys are scared of the dark.”
Then they were gone and the atmosphere changed instantly. Once we heard the car pull out and the automatic garage-door-opener closing the big door, Ranbir looked at me with that mischievous grin on his face and he said, “Let’s go upstairs and find something sexy for you to change into.” The knot in my stomach tightened.
First we went into my room and Ranbir told me to strip. I felt a bit strange standing there naked, while my step-brother stood there looking at me, him fully-clothed. I got into the bottom of my closet and pulled out the slip and other under-garments I’d been wearing earlier.
“You ain’t putting on that dirty shit,” he said pointing at the lingerie I was holding. “You got cum all over that.” then, he started out of my room, calling behind him, “Let’s check-out what your mom’s got in her room. I’ll pick something out for you.”
But before we got there, I told Ranbir about the boxes I’d found in the basement. “The clothes down there fit me better, and Mom won’t notice we’ve been digging through her drawers.” I was still naked and Ranbir made me walk in front of him as we went down the two flights of stairs. “I wanna get a nice look at that girly, little ass of yours,” he said, pushing me in front of him.
I stood there naked and barefoot in the chilly basement shivering (though I think my shivering was due more to my nerves), while Ranbir dug through the boxes of my mother’s old clothes and chose what he wanted me to wear. “Damn, your mom sure did have some slutty clothes.” He pulled out a pair of fish-net stockings that had strange little buttons on the top of them, then he threw something else to me and told me to put it on. I didn’t even know what it was. “It’s a garter-belt,” Ranbir informed me, though I still didn’t know what to do with it.
But with a bit of coaching, I soon was wearing the belt, which had straps hanging from it. Ranbir explained that the straps connected to the weird buttons on the tops of the stockings and within a minute or so, I was standing there wearing only fish-nets and a garter-belt, which made me feel even more naked than I’d felt before I’d put them on. And much to my horror, I felt my dick starting to get a little stiff.

“Holy shit,” Ranbir said, pulling an odd looking pair of panties from the box and throwing them to me. “Put these on.” I’d heard about crotch-less panties before, but I’d never seen a pair before that moment. Ranbir told me to put my dick through the hole. Even with one more item of clothing on my body, I still felt extremely naked. And my dick had gotten a bit stiffer as I fumbled to get the panties on, with my dick hanging out of the hole in them.
A few minutes later, I was standing there with my outfit complete. Along with the fish-net stockings, the garter belt holding them up and the crotch-less panties, Ranbir had picked out a bra (which he stuffed had me stuff with a pair of old socks), a short mini-skirt and a tube-top. He also found an even higher pair of heels than I’d worn earlier, then topped it all off with a long brunette wig. The shoes weren’t easy to walk in at all, and Ranbir laughed at me as I tried.
“God-damn, you’re pretty,” he said once I had everything on and straightened as best as I could. “Now let’s go back upstairs so we can put the finishing touches on you.” I wasn’t sure what he meant until we were in the upstairs bathroom and he started digging through my mother’s make-up drawers. He threw me a tube of lipstick, some mascara, and a hard-powder compact. “Get yourself all dolled-up, then we’ll go have some fun.”
Having never put make-up on, I didn’t do a very good job of it. Looking at myself in the mirror when I was done, I saw what looked like a young girl with long, thick dark hair, who seemed to have dressed-up in the sluttiest possible outfit, wearing too much make-up. It was only my little bump of an Adam’s-apple and the bulge in the mini-skirt that made me actually realize that it was a boy looking back from the mirror. The only part of my outfit that bothered me (other than the basic fact that I was dressed like a girl) were the straps of the bra over my shoulders, which were bared by the tube-top barely covering my chest.
“Oh yeah,” I heard Ranbir crooning from behind me, staring at the same image in the mirror I saw, “that’s much better.” I felt his hand on my bare arm, moving slowly from my elbow to my shoulder then back again. His caress was soft and I felt my already-stiff dick get even stiffer. He moved a bit closer to my backside and I could feel the heat of his body. His face nuzzled next to mine, pushing the long hair away from my face and neck. I felt his breaths against my ear, then his soft lips moving against my skin as he said, “I’m so fucking lucky to have a pretty girlfriend, like you.” His hand continued rubbing over my arm and I felt the front of his body make contact with my back. Then he started kissing my face and neck and cooing things like, “You’re such a hot, little slut,” or, “I can’t wait to feel my cock spreading those pretty, painted lips of yours.”
My dick was hard as a bone and I could feel the top of the hole in the crotch-less panties digging into my skin, right at the base of my dick, where my little puff of pubic-fuzz had sprouted.

Then after a moment, I felt one of his hands moving around to my front, over my hip and around to where my bulge was tenting the mini-skirt. “You’re fucking hard as a bone. You like this shit, don’t you?” I felt him push his hips forward and could feel the bulge in his jeans pushing against my butt, which thanks to the several inches of height I’d gained by the high-heels I wore, were almost about the same height. “Fuck yeah,” he crooned in my ear between his kisses and nibbles, “you’re gonna take good care of your boyfriend tonight, aren’t you?”
Well, I’d just been standing there, trying not to think too much about what was happening, and trying to keep myself from shooting as I felt my good-looking step-brother’s body against my back side and his hand still rubbing the big lump in the front of the skirt I wore.
“I asked you a question, slut!” he hissed in my ear and I felt his hand, which had been rubbing up and down my arm move around a bit and slap my butt. “You’re going to take good care of me tonight, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I said quick but softly, “sorry, Ranbir.” I nodded slightly and felt his hand cup one of my buttcheeks through the skirt.
“Fucking right you are,” he said and pressed himself even tighter against me, I could still feel the breaths of each word he spoke right against my ear. “You’re gonna do whatever I tell you, and if you do everything right, I might just let you shoot a load too.” He gave my hard cock a tight squeeze through my skirt, then all of the sudden I felt coolness against my backside and when I looked, Ranbir was walking out of the bathroom. “Come on slut,” he called out behind him, “we only got a couple hours before they get home.” It was barely seven-thirty and at the earliest, our parents would be home in four and a half hours…

 

The End