Indian Gay sex story — The House boy “Habib”

This was my first visit to Chennai, and my host was being kind lending me his house boy, Habib. My host said that Habib would assist my every need, and that is just what he did–and more.

I followed Habib to my room in the guest house. This was a small, private abode across the garden from the main house. The first floor contained a sitting room, and my bedroom was on the second floor. Habib carried my suitcases up and said he would help me unpack. While he was unpacking, he suggested that I take a bath after my long journey. He drew my bath as I undressed and then left me alone to see to the suitcases. I soaked in the hot tub for about 15 minutes when Habib came in. Not saying a word, he knelt down at the side of the tub, took a large cloth, and began to rub my back. I told him how good it felt. He suggested that I sink down and raise my legs. He proceeded to wash each leg slowly from my feet to my crotch. As he moved up my thigh, my cock stiffened a bit.

Habib didn’t take notice, but continued washing my legs.

When he finished, he suggested that I get out. He prepared a large warm towel to receive me, and patted me until I was dry. He then led me into the bedroom. I found the bed cleared of suitcases and the linens neatly smoothed out. He took the towel from me, leaving me standing in the nude. I told him that I needed to dress for dinner, and he said there was plenty of time.

He said, “If you would like to like down on the bed, I will relieve you of all your stress.” This sounded great, so I lay down on my stomach, and Habib gave me the best message I had ever had.

Habib was about 18; a tall, slim Indian boy with a wave of jet-black hair. He wore a short sleeve shirt, open at the collar. He wore a pair of light colored shorts. He was well developed for 18 with very hairy legs. After massaging my back, Habib told me to roll over. I said I would if he did me a favor. He said, “Anything you desire.” I asked if he would undress, too.

He said, “Certainly. I would be most happy to oblige.”

I watched as he quickly stripped. I rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed. Habib was magnificent in the nude. His chest was almost as hairy as his legs. His thick, uncut cock hung down about 7 inches and was surrounded by a mass of pubic hair. “Let me stroke you,” I said. He approached, and I took his cock in my hands. I gently manipulated him, and he got harder and harder. Then I knelt down, rolled his foreskin back, and began sucking. First slowly and gently, and then harder. I caressed his balls and rubbed the back of his scrotum. He began groaning, “Aahhh, Sir. You are making me feel so good and warm.”

I stopped and asked that he do the same to me. I lay back on the bed and spread my legs wide. He lay down between my legs, sucking gently at first as I had done to him. I ran my fingers through his hair as it moved up and down with his sucking action. I asked him to slow down. I then pulled away and told him to get on the bed with his beautiful ass up.

I fucked him while rubbing his cock with one hand and lightly squeezing his balls with the other. His pre-cum made my hands slippery. Every once in a while I stopped to massage his hairy thighs all the while moving in and out of his delightfully tight ass. I kept this up for about 2 minutes, moving faster and faster. Suddenly he let out a loud moan, and his cum ran all over my hand and on to the bed. As he did so, his ass tightened up, stimulating me all the more. I came a moment later deep inside him.

When we were done, Habib ran the bath again and we both soaked in the large tub. When I came down to dinner, my host remarked how relaxed I looked. I just smiled. He said that if I wished, Habib would spend every evening with me and could even sleep in my room. As you can imagine, this worked out great.