Indian Gay sex story — Trees

Indian Gay sex story — Trees

‘Ah!’, my neck was tight. The cool breezes, shifting through the trees, relaxed me. I could feel my long hair move as night creeped ever closer. I was alone. I wanted nothing more then to clamp my hand around this glass of iced scotch and think. Think about the night’s fresh air; the approaching darkness. My soul cried out for its meditative qualities.

I stretched my six foot frame on my favorite porch chair, lifting my tired feet onto the ottoman below. I loved my country house and its big porch after a frenzied week in the city. The long drive home was worth the peace I always found at the end of the trip to my weekend farm.

As my drink loosened me, I squeezed the cheeks of my muscular ass forward in my chair and sucked in the night around me. ‘This is nice’, I sighed to myself. I set the frosty glass of scotch between my legs and felt its coolness immediately through my jeans. A leaf landed near as the wind picked up.

Leaning my head back on the overstuffed chair, I closed my eyes, and moved my right hand to my crotch. My balls ached for the attention I was about to give them. I spread my legs slightly and rubbed them softly, hearing ottoman scoot forward on the wooden deck.

As my thick six inch cock pressed against my pants, I groaned into the foggy realization that a storm was brewing. Opening my eyes, I was awed as the straight tall trees began an easy give and sway like a slow dance. I sipped my drink again and returned my gaze at their uppermost branches. Violent storms were common this time of year and, since I was a kid, I loved watching nature’s strength expressed and its sensual pleasure. I could feel my ass ache with each roll of thunder that followed.

From the tin roof of the house, I could hear the raindrops begin to fall. I casually unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans to relieve the pressure of my now fully erect penis. With both hands I slid my jeans and boxers below my hairy buttocks and slowly stroked my thick vein y erection with one hand while caressing my heavy balls with the other. ‘Alone. Alone!’, I thought to myself as my head pressed ever harder against the back of the porch chair. My ass arched upward as my strokes increased their pace. ‘Ahhhh!’, I thought as the rain began to pour and the thunder pounded. Lightning then broke the dark night’s sky, making my tree lined yard as bright as day. My eyes opened and self consciously darted taking in the tumult of rain and wind. From the front road I saw a stranger approaching through the wet thickness of the storm. I nervously squeezed back into my trousers,zipping my fly and prepared myself for this unexpected intrusion. A small branch of a tree whisked by in front of me.

My asshole tightened as the stranger drew nearer. My country house was set well off the rural road which led to the city, and visitors were rare in these parts. I wondered if my porch lights had drawn him to it. But, why was he here?

As he came into clear view, I could see he was soaked head to toe from the storm. Lightning flirted with the dark sky illuminating his frame. Arriving at the porch steps I could see him clearly. A six foot three inch angular build, lean kid, actually. Not more than twenty four. He had bright green eyes and short, sopping wet blonde hair. He was clearly looking for help.

“I ran off the road”, he said.

“Are you okay?”, I asked, blurred between good his looks and my natural tendency to help.

“I need to use a phone, if it would be okay.”

“Of course I replied”, as he step towards me. Then, the sky went white again and a loud boom threw the house into darkness. Both startled, the stranger and I nearly jumped out of our pants. After the shock passed, we both chuckled at ourselves.
“Come in”, I insisted. “This isn’t getting any better and the phones will probably be out for hours.” He followed me dripping wet and apologized for the mess as he made down the wood floor hallway. The wind blew more fiercely outside and the temperature drop precipitously. Lightning intermittently lighted our way as I led the stranger to my bedroom for the needed change of cloths. “My name is Rohan”, he blurted, as we entered my den. “My car must have hydroplaned off the road.” “Rohan.”, I responded extending by hand. The stranger wrapped his wet firm grip in mine and our eyes locked for just a moment. “You’re alright, which is all that matters.”, I sputtered, “Now let’s just get you into some dry cloths.” I yanked a robe from the closet hook. “Here is something that will fit.” I was full of anticipation. I was close enough to smell his intoxicating scent. My mind was wondering as my cock hardened at the sight of him.

Rohan pealed off his shirt and laid it on the vanity. The lightning from the bathroom window silhouetted his chiseled pecks and six pack abs. He was cleanly muscular and hairless. I was immediately breathless at the look of his young trim looks. He was a little modest as he unbuttoned his wet pants, lowering them and his boxer shorts. I tried to act casual, but, the truth was, I couldn’t wait to see his package, and hoped that the lightning would be on my side. I could feel the pressure in my jeans. My unfinished business on the porch was again reminding me that now I was not alone.

The thunder clapped loudly now as as Rohan slipped out of his wet drawers, lightning again flashed to reveal his four inch flaccid cock. His balls hung long and full and he had a hairy brown bush.
I hadn’t attempted to hide my erection in the darkness of the room, but now Rohan couldn’t help but notice the bulge in my pants as he slipped out of his own. I blushed as he again rose to his full height and took the robe from me. He gave me a brief, but intent look. “How can I ever thank you?”, he finally said, pulling the robe around his lean frame.

I again blushed at the thought, but patted him on the shoulder and said, “It’s no problem, bro”.

The storm was intensifying and I suggested that we return to the porch to watch. We stopped by the kitchen where I offered him a straight scotch on ice. He accepted following me to the front of the house where we had met.

He relaxed on a chair beside mine and I left for a moment to freshen my own drink. When I returned, Rohan was stroking his cock under my robe. “I saw you jerking off”, he said. “it must feel good out here in the country to just sit on your porch and beat your meat!” He sipped his drink.

I rounded his chair and sat in my own without a word trying to gather my thoughts. Finally, I decided, ‘What the hell’. The skies flashed and rumbled. Rohan opened my robe now revealing his musty package.
I watched incredulously as his left hand moved to his massive balls while he continued stroking his erect, thick cock.

My mind was blurred as much from the scotch as from this chance encounter. Rohan was hot. So hot that I moved from my chair and positioned myself in front of him. He was relaxed and grinned widely at my approach. “Do me nature boy!”, he whispered wryly. On my knees, I leaned forward onto his throbbing cock and took it into my mouth. Rohan leaned back in his seat as I bobbed up and down on his magnificent head. He grasped his column at its base and began jerking off as I nervously licked his mushroom head, keeping it hard and full. Licking every bit of his seeping semen, I held my mouth over him, kneading his nuts until he finally blew. The sweet taste of hot cum shot into my mouth as he spasm ed again and again. I pulled the sides of my robe tight until they would give no more. Rohan just held them open to expose his white, bushy cock. I loved it.

The rain relinquished. The thunder quieted. The lightning was now in the distance. I laid on the porch and quietly jerked off as my new friend slept on the chair.