Indian Gay sex story – Private Dick – Part 1

Indian Gay sex story – Private Dick – Part 1

Becoming a private dick was always a goal of mine, ever since I was a young boy watching all those handsome private dicks in porns. But what convinced me to make it a career was an adventure I had as a senior in High School.My first ‘case,’ if you will.

I don’t know about you, but my years as a teenager were spent pounding my penis; jacking off at every opportunity; shooting at least five loads a day, every day, day after day. One in the morning before school; one at mid-morning break; one at noon; one at mid-afternoon break; and a good one at night. And even more with any extra stimulus. And I knew almost from the start that I was not alone. In our, what I like to think of as typical, Catholic high school, certain toilets were always crowded with meat-beaters during breaks. All done alone within the privacy of booths but you could always hear the slapping of meat and the hissing of excited breaths as the poundings took place and ejaculatory rapture gave way to sighs of relief. I did my best to add to that cacophony of sexy sounds.

It wasn’t till I was an eighteen-year-old senior, however, that my imaginings of actual contact with fellow dick-beaters finally bore fruit. Only seniors were allowed access to a toilet at the end of the long hallway connecting the classrooms building to the building that housed, on one side, the auditorium, and on the other, the gyms and locker rooms. I remember the first time I walked down that long hallway as a senior, getting hard, wondering if and hoping that I’d be able to beat off in that seniors only toilet. After that day, every time I walked down that corridor I’d spring hard, at least three times a day, because I knew what I was walking into.

That toilet was the busiest repository for fresh sperm I have ever witnessed. I believe I saw at one time or another, or often, every single male member of my senior class (and their ‘members’) in that can. And in this hot room, booth privacy was not maintained! During that first day, having jacked off privately with these guys for years without actually acknowledging it, someone, maybe me, said to the row of closed doors, ‘Com’on, you guys, hurry up and beat your meat! I’ve got to shoot my load and get back to class.’

Another guy, standing there waiting, agreed with me. ‘Yes! Hurry up, fellows. My meat can’t wait.’

No one snickered. We were all serious meat-beaters.

Someone behind me said, quietly, ‘We’re all hard.’

I glanced around and noticed that bulges were obvious in every slack and jeans in the room. I realized that we were all waiting to come.

‘Fuck,’ someone else said, ‘Why wait? Why don’t we just do it?!’

And I heard a zipper sliding down loudly.

A cock appeared. A big, hard cock! A great looking cock!

Groans, mine among them, were heard as other zippers and flies were opened. Hard cocks all around me! Mine out, standing tall and proud. A fist on one started moving up and down, and like magic, all other cocks were fisted and beaten. A natural circle formed as we all wanted to see what the others were doing, what they looked like, how they were being pumped, the technique used, and the size of the equipment. Comparisons were inevitable.

‘Man, Vikram’s got a big one,’ someone said. A booth door opened and a face peered out. A grin. The young man, cock in hand, came out to take part in the circle, pants down at his ankles. I’d know him for years and liked him. I liked him even more, now, seeing his thick, fat cock with an enormous cockhead being worked on by an experienced fist.

In record time, with my head spinning, I started spurting spunk into the air in front of me. High into the air! It was impressive. ‘Man, look at Bipin unload his giant one,’ someone said huskily, and immediately several others joined me in shooting off. Cum was flying everywhere. But gentlemanly care was taken not to soil clothing. High school teenagers could never walk around in cum-soaked clothes. We all took careful aim. And the shoot-off was inspiring – a wildly sexy scene I’ll never forget! Quickly, every one of us had shot a great load, and even as excited as I was, I made the effort to check out every one of them as they came.

Grinning, unembarrassed, happy, excited young men washed up and put away their cocks, freshening up in a group around the sinks, bumping familiarly, jabbering quietly about how great it had been, and then separating, going out to various classes. I felt doubly thankful. I had thoroughly enjoyed my first youthful circle-jerk as any healthy male would, but I also had enjoyed the encounter on much deeper levels of pleasure as I sized up my classmates. I walked the long corridor towards class in a state of bliss.

Just as I suddenly realized that someone had caught up with me and was walking close to me, I heard, in a sexy whisper, ‘I’m glad you liked the size of my cock, man.’

I looked up in surprise. It was Vikram Singh, who in a few years would become a police detective, a hero of mine, and a very close personal friend and fuck-buddy, although I obviously didn’t know it at the time. He was grinning at me in a very friendly manner, a very special way. I liked it.

‘Huh?’ I sputtered, intelligently.

‘You said, ‘Man, Vikram’s got a big one,’ as I watched you looking at it.’

‘Was that me?’ I asked in amazement.

‘Sure was,’ he said with a grin, ‘and it made me proud. It made me feel great. I shot my wad with you. We all know you’ve got a big one, but I’m happy you made other guys realize I do, too.’

My cock is the type that shows big even when soft. It seems that uncut accordion folds inside of accordion folds never allow it even when flaccid to reduce to the size of most guys I’ve seen whose cocks seem to hide almost from view. Not that I’m complaining. Gym shower glances at it always caused a certain level of puffing up that I tried to control, but guys have kidded me about being ‘hung’ since I was about twelve, although I always heard a certain level of respect and envy in their voices.

‘Glad I could help,’ I told him honestly.

‘I can always use a little help with it, man,’ he whispered, leaning in close to my ear, reinterpreting my meaning. My eyebrows shot up!

‘A hand,’ he continued when he saw my surprise, still leaning very close, ‘a mouth,’ he added with lewd emphasis. ‘You know, a little help from a friend, like the song says.’

My head snapped round to look at him, almost knocking into his.

‘Meet me back in that toilet at three thirty, if you’re interested in helping me out,’ he said and dropped his hand into his basket and palmed the bulge obscenely.

I felt hot. Not just my face, but all over. This wasn’t embarrassment; it was lust. Vikram read my reaction correctly, grinned at me happily, and went off to his next class.

The three thirty bell couldn’t come soon enough for me. I was out the door before it stopped ringing, heading for the toilet. In the long hallway, I spotted someone just going into the middle door of the three doors at the end of the hall. The right hand door was the boy’s room and the left hand door was the girl’s room. I made the assumption that the middle door was for a janitor’s closet, or broom closet, but it didn’t seem like it was a janitor who had gone into it. Before I could give it any further thought, Vikram caught up with me.

‘Where’re you headed, Bipin?’ he asked with a sly grin. I grinned back wordlessly. My bulging crotch was answer enough for both of us.

We went into the boy’s room together. Most of the booths were in use, but the farthest end booth was open. He motioned me to go into the booth and I figured he wanted me to go in, have my fun, and let him have the booth when I was finished, but he came in right after me! Now, you know I’m not a prude; it’s just that I had had very little experience and almost no sexual outlet except for my fist and that one circle-jerk earlier in the day, so his actions were extremely stimulating but also fear producing. We didn’t want to get ‘caught’ doing anything, did we? Boy, I was so naive.

He touched my waist. It electrified me.

‘Slip your pants down and sit down,’ he whispered, tickling my ear with his lips.

In a haze of sexual excitement, I followed his instructions. As I sat down, I caught movement at the floor, looked down and saw two pair of feet in the next booth, pointed at one another and very close together. I was amazed. They were closer together than Vikram’s and mine. I looked up at Vikram as I pointed to the floor of the next booth. He bent down, saw what I was pointing at, grinned, and moved a step closer to me. Now both sets of shoes were positioned identically and I noticed that Vikram’s crotch was right up in my face. There could be no doubt about what the two guys in the next booth were up to. I thought my erection would explode, it got so achingly stiff.

Vikram just stood there. His pants were bulging. My eyes were captured by the impressive protrusion. I stared at it. He made no movement. I remembered his comments about help. A hand, I thought. My hand! A mouth, I thought! My mouth! Waves of lust surged through me and I thought I’d shoot a load right then and there, but I glanced up at Vikram and saw a warm smile on his handsome face. He was staring down at my erection as he waited for me to decide to help him out. I glanced down at myself and saw my throbbing cock looking as primed to go as ever, pulsating invitingly in front of my tee-shirt. It looked awesome. It told both of us that I was doing what I wanted to do; I was at where I wanted to be.

Knowing it was a memorable moment in my life, a decisive moment; I reached up and drew down his fly’s zipper. I observed that my action caused the size of the bulge in his pants to enlarge. It told me he wanted me to do what I was doing. It needed no words. I needed no encouragement. I popped the top button, spread the pants and slid them down past mid-thigh till they dropped to his ankles.

He made his first move, sliding his thumb under his tee-shirt and raising the garment till his nipples were exposed. ‘Lick ‘them,’ he whispered, barely audibly, tense with excitement, too.

I raised my face, straining to reach the handsome, hard, erect, round targets, as he pressed his chest to me. Contact between his hot body and my eager mouth was phenomenal! I licked, then sucked, then nibbled and sucked some more, then slid to the other as he hissed quietly in deep pleasure. The hard little knobs grew in my mouth and delighted my senses. I’d never paid much attention to my own nips, but I suddenly realized they were aching with pleasure, tickled by the fabric of my tee-shirt.

Tasting his body by first sucking his nipples somehow made me even more eager to see his cock and to see if I could put my mouth on it. He must have had similar ideas because he straightened up as I was straining to reach the nipples and his cloth covered hard on bumped my chin. It was extremely stimulating.

I reached out and pulled off his shorts, tugging those outwards at first to allow his erection its freedom; after all, I’d freed my own often enough and knew what to do. Then I slid them down his muscular legs. What I saw made me what I am today: A verifiable size-queen! My first cock was enormous! Staring me in the face was the handsomest, largest cock I could ever have imagined! In the circle-jerk it had just been sticking out his fly, which disguised its true size. Here, now, it was naked, proud, stalwart and gigantic, with pre-cum painting the corona and huge balls held tightly in a huge sac of overwhelming beauty adding to the picture of perfection. Inches from my eyes it may have seemed bigger than it truly was, but that didn’t matter to me. It was awesome! And its masculine smells, mouthwatering.

I reached up and encircled the shaft with my left hand, testing its strength and drawing the skin down the hard shaft as I drew the entire weapon down to point at my mouth. That action caused the cock knob to brush my nose with slippery goo, it was so close and the cock was so long. Unconsciously, I wiped my nose off with a finger of my free hand, and then I decided I wanted to taste the goo I’d felt. As I put out my tongue and licked my finger, I glanced up at Vikram. He was enraptured. Pleasure, arousal, was written all over his features.

I slid out my flattened tongue and swiped directly at the accumulating lube glistening on that fat cock head. It was hot! It tasted like my own pre-cum except, suddenly, I realized I was tasting cock, too. Real man cock! Delicious man cock! It helped me make up my mind. I suddenly really wanted to suck cock. I needed to suck cock. I opened my mouth and together, me sucking and him shoving, we got that big cock head into me. It felt weird and wonderful, naughty and nice, sexual and unbelievable, and altogether exactly the right thing to be doing. In that instant, I became a lifelong dedicated cocksucker. Everything about it gave me tremendous emotional pleasure. The heat of the cock, its wonderful taste, its great size, its textures and strengths, its leaking liquids, everything, including Vikram’s enthusiastic cooperation, made me realize how particularly predisposed to this type of lovemaking I was. Immediately, I knew I would learn to do it as well as, or better than, anyone else. And if practice makes perfect, I would practice until told I did it perfectly and then practice some more.

Vikram seemed to sense my growing pleasure and seemed to be stimulated by it. He grabbed the back of my neck with one hand, slipped his other hand around his balls, humped forward and filled my mouth with its first load of manly cream. I couldn’t believe how good it was! Immediately I realized that this is what I wanted – hot, fresh, spurting sperm filling my mouth! I swallowed and sucked for more, which he gave me in great spurting abundance. Later, when I started sucking other cocks, it puzzled me for the longest time that their semen production seemed so limited. Only with experience did I come to realize that Vikram and I are among the minority of males who overproduce large quantities of cum.

As he gently pulled away, tugging his cock free of my demands, satisfaction written on his face, he leaned down and whispered, ‘Change places with me, Bipin, and I’ll do the same for you.’

As I leaned forward to position myself to get up, I happened to glance at the floor and I saw that the two pair of shoes in the next booth had already exchanged positions and I knew, with gut-churning enjoyment, another cock was being sucked just like mine was about to be. It helped free me of any worry that maybe it would somehow hurt, you know how teenagers think.

So with surprise and wonder I pressed my stiff erection for the first time to a man’s lips; and, as they parted and I was introduced to the moist heat and sucking energy of a skillful cocksucker’s mouth, I was elated. Ecstatic! And orgasmic! I came in a flash, flooding Vikram’s mouth with heavy, thick liquid. Spurt after thrilling spurt! He took it all, drinking it down. And there was a lot of it.

He stood when I was through and we embraced, naked from mid-chest down. ‘How wonderful!’ he whispered in my ear, tickling it again. ‘Oh! Yes!’ I agreed so loudly I heard a few giggles from afar. It made me realize we were all in that bathroom for the same reasons. It made me realize, finally, I was not alone.

That night, I jacked off more than once to spurting orgasms remembering the day’s momentous events. But the image of someone going into that broom closet kept nagging at the back of my mind.

The next day, I stepped into Mr. Daljit Singh’s classroom expecting to be chewed out for arriving a moment late. He glared up but, then, when he seemed to recognize that it was me, he changed his expression to a welcoming, friendly grin. It stopped me in my tracks. It was so unlike a teacher to appear friendly that it made me suspicious of his intentions immediately.

Throughout the hour, he seemed to be talking only to me. Every question he asked was directed at me, as if no one else was in the room. It made me very uncomfortable. I had certainly never before had to deal with an over-attentive teacher, and I didn’t know what to do, exactly, or what to make of it. On a certain level, it was pleasant, but mainly it just made me very nervous.

At the end of the class, he called me back as I was leaving. I went up to his desk and he seemed to be waiting for the classroom to clear before speaking to me.

‘Growing up can be such fun, don’t you think?’ he asked, smiling.

‘I guess so,’ I replied.

‘Oh, you know,’ he grinned, ‘new friends, new adventures…’ He paused.

I stared at him blankly.

‘…Sex!’ he whispered excitedly.

I grinned. I couldn’t help it. He had touched the right nerve.

To be continued soon ……………