Indian Gay Erotica: Godhuli: 3

Indian Gay Erotica: Godhuli: 3

Indian Gay Erotica: Godhuli: 3

Indian Gay Erotica: As I was lost in my thoughts, I could feel that Rana was done with his drinks and climbed up on the bed, sitting right behind me. I feel cold drops of water on the side of my hips, followed by the wet tip of his fingers, resting on the skin and trailing down my right butt cheek.

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He retracts his fingers back and returns them wet, but this time slides them inside my cheeks, lubes up my hole with the wetness. As a faint aroma of whiskey fills up the room, I realize that fucker has been putting whiskey in my ass.

With a jolt, I get up and turned around, and sit up on my knees. He has poured himself another double which is kept behind him. Clearly, he plans to get shitfaced tonight. He’s holding the other glass filled with water.

He grins naughtily and somewhat pleadingly and gestures the glass to my face as if to offer it to me. As I move my hand up to get it, he pulls it back again and I scoff in frustration. But he pulls his glass down slowly, to his crotch and looks up at me with a devilish expression.

He’s teasing me. “I know which alcohol you really want”. With his other hand, he lifts his semi-flaccid cock and puts into the glass, and tilts the glass to dip half of the cock in water. As I’m wondering, how many times through the day I must have fantasized about swallowing down his big fat cock whole, he pulls out his cock and starts rubbing it, pulling outward, using the liquid as lube. In no time, his cock is thrice it’s size, and jutting out straight.

The sight of his erect cock is like hypnosis for me. With no more thoughts in my head, I bend down and bring my face to his crotch. As I touch my lips on the rim of his glass, he pushes his cock down into the glass, dips it in again, and brings it back and rests the tip of its head on my lip.

I part my lips slightly, slip out a bit of my tongue and taste the little line of the opening of his penis. The water still holds some dismal flavour of the whiskey that was poured earlier into the glass. I part my lips more, and slide the head of his erect cock in my mouth, and start licking it with my tongue as if I am sucking on a candy.

He puts away the glass and returns his hand back on my neck, and starts to gesture as if he wants to push his cock inside my mouth. I open my mouth wider and he slides he cock in. As the cock enters my mouth, it quickly grows fat in girth to the point that when the tip of his cock touches the back of my throat, my jaw is fully open.

I have a mouthful of cock. It’s hot and faintly saline. It emits some faint odour that reminds me of the shirt that I wore and fell asleep sniffing in the afternoon. I press down my mouth around his cock and start sucking it. The harder I create a vacuum suction the louder he moans. The louder he moans, the deeper he thrusts it into my mouth. I gag a couple of times when it starts to push down my throat.

He patiently waits for me to resume. I resume with more vigour every time. And he responds with vigour as he thrusts deeper and deeper.

His grip around my neck tightens, as he brings his other hand behind my head. And he guides my skull slowly, pushing his cock deepest into my throat until my nose is brushing up in his pubes. Once his cock is fully inside my mouth reaching down my throat, he pulls my neck closer to his groin and holds it there.

He does not let my head pull back. I don’t mind. If my mouth, my throat, my voice, communicates and sustains my entire existence, then in this very moment, I don’t mind if I submit it entirely to him. It’s like heโ€™s a part of me. I can taste every bit of him. And he tastes so damn good.

I haven’t inhaled in quite a while, as the breath I was holding, expires in oxygen, I begin to shift and grunt. But he does not let my head go. I start to gag again, and hold his cock in my throat until I absolutely can’t, and push him away with a shove and he complies.

I am tired and I need a break. So I move to the side and lay down on my back. He returns to his glass of whiskey. He keeps staring at me over the glass as he drinks and I keep staring back at him. He pulls the glass down, smiles and dips three of his fingers into the whiskey, and brings them over my navel, filling it up with alcohol.

He leans over, covers my navel between his lips and scoops up the alcohol, just as it started to burn. Lightly scraping my skin with his teeth, he twirls and twists his tongue, pushing its tip deeper into my navel.

He then moves over and turns, with both his legs on my either side and with his torso propped on his all four above me. He just stays there, with his face right over me, staring into my eyes. Our skin moist with humidity and hot with fever and arousal.

He reaches down, and lightly pecks on my lips and stays there waiting for me to respond. As I part my lips, he holds my upper lip between his and sucks it into his mouth. He cups my mouth with his. As my mouth slowly starts to open up, he begins to thrust his tongue into my mouth.

It’s like I can taste the whiskey in his mouth. As he extends his tongue into my mouth, I suck on it harder and harder, trying to reach the fatter part of the back of his tongue. At least it’s easier than sucking his giant cock.

After making out for a while, he kisses me all over my face. As I turn my face to the side to catch some breath, he kisses my ear and stuffs his tongue inside it. With his hand, he turns my face to the side, and he moves on to the tender part of my neck.

He kisses it, but he keeps opening his mouth wider. He gathers a small bunch of the flesh and slowly starts to dig his teeth in. He’s hungry. He wants to consume every flesh on my body. I don’t react, until his teeth are digging into my skin and biting a chunk, I hiss in pain, and he releases my neck.

He moves lower, kisses between my collar bone and slowly bites the same way right above my left nipple. With his fingers, he gathers up the flesh around the nipple and squishes it so that my breast pops out for him. And he starts to suckle on my nipple like an infant suckling for milk while fondling the other breast with his other hand.

He moves lower to my belly and sucks on my navel again. He kisses on the sides of my waists, the tickling sensation from which makes my whole body shift and writhe. He sucks right below my stomach, on my pubic region.

Then he gets up and sits back up. He stares at my erect cock for a while, while rubbing it. Is he contemplating whether he should suck me? Has he never done it before?

He reaches down, opens his mouth wide and slides my cock deep into his mouth without touch it. Once it’s deep inside, he closes his mouth around my cock and begins to suck on it.

A strange sensation emanates from my groin and floods through my entire body. At that moment, I suddenly realize. I have never been sucked off before. It’s something so, visceral and so carnal, one would remember it, right?

I remember having had sex before. I remember all kinds of stuff I have done before. But I just don’t remember this. The pace of his sucking quickly increases and his suction becomes harder and harder. He is sucking my cock so hard, it’s as if he would suck my entire soul out of my body through my cock.

It reaches a point, where every muscle in my body stiffens up and I push his head should away from my groin as some reflex. It feels like my crotch is going to explode. Like literally. He looks up to check if I’m in pain. He realizes that I’m not in pain, I’m just reaching orgasm. He smirks, and returns my cock back in his mouth and continues to suck even harder.

Until my spine moves involuntarily, and lifts my pelvis off the bed, thrusting my cock deeper into his mouth. I come. I can feel my warm semen fill up in his mouth, around my cock. Tightly lipped, he sucks the cock a couple of more times and pulls it. He grins at me and gulps it down.

He raises his arm to his face and wipes his mouth on the back of his forearm. And he reaches out for the bottle of whiskey kept near the bed and takes a giant swig from it.

I lay there, splayed across the bed. It’s like I’m paralyzed. I have no energy left in my limbs. For the life of me, I don’t think I have experienced anything like this before. There no thoughts in my head. There is no query or hope or wish.

All I have is a vision of this man, naked in front of me. And that’s all that really matters. This is the moment I know I will fall in love with him. And the realization, it brings such an overwhelming surge of some emotion, which feels like I had long forgotten and just remembered.

It’s so overwhelming, that I cover my eyes with my palm and breakdown. I start crying. I cry and cry and I can’t stop.

Rana, on an impulse, pounces back on me and rests his entire body weight on mine, and holds my face in his palms, cupping my cheeks. He asks me something, probably to know, if he hurt me. And I shake my head vehemently and wrap my arms around his neck, and he digs his face between my neck and my shoulder and starts kissing the other side.

He stays like that for a while and we make out endlessly. I don’t want him to move off. Even though I can feel parts of my body are falling asleep, under his weight. But I don’t mind.

The moment I realized it was a dream, I suddenly woke up. Who was that gray haired man? Why did I remember such intense sentiments and anger for him? He was the person I had remembered so far.

Suddenly the whole idea of leaving my entire past behind for this life, seemed so juvenile practically. This man was the only person who I had some kind of debt to return or receive.

I’m experiencing conflicted emotions over this, I don’t know why. And he was definitely responsible for how on earth I landed up here, I didn’t even know where.

And now I’m here, lying in the arm of a man, and I just feel like I can spend an eternity here. I don’t even want to move. I want this moment to stay, just like this, forever. I do have the option to really leave behind everything and just stay here, with Rana.

Not counting the fact, that just the realization of it will probably cascade dominos of memories, which will make it harder to leave everything behind. But I do have a creeping feeling, that Rana also probably has demons of his own. Otherwise, why would he live in absolute isolation?

Problem is, if his battles affect me, then I would have to return to mine. And I’d rather be prepared than be caught off guard. To do that I will have to return and sort my shit out. I have a feeling it’s not going to be an easy task after all this.

The ideal scenario would be if the both of us could fight our demons together. Like a team. Help each other out. But that would take a tremendous amount of work. I am not yet sure if I’m ready to make such a commitment.

My past is clearly not done with me. This either sounds like an accident, or a job quite shoddily done. Someone will eventually come for a cleanup. I can’t just lose myself in a bliss and lay bait for them to come to me.

I have to get to them first. It might get dangerous. I don’t know what Rana’s deal is, but I don’t want him to get hurt because of me. I have to get out of here soon. Quietly.

The fever is cooking up my brain. There was a deeper set of details I couldn’t remember, but I remembered largely who I was and where I was from. I just couldn’t remember the people, except for this man. I also somehow remembered Ghajini. Fml.

This loud noise made by this cloudburst falling heavily on these clay tiles which sound like they’re holding on by a string; the noise itself was familiar. I don’t think I had ever experienced such long quietness before. A happy quietness.

I look down and see Moti at the door observing me this whole time. When I looked at him, he started wagging his tail. Moti wagged his tail for the first time, I feel quite proud of it. But wait. That means I did scream. Howcome, Rana didn’t hear at all? His ear was next to my mouth. You can’t be that drunk.

I moved his hand, slid out and stepped off the bed. I really needed to pee. My head was hot as if smoke was coming out of my ears. I walked out to the threshold, it was a downpour in slush. Both the dogs were playing on one side. I walked to the other side of the threshold and peed.

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When I turned back, Rana was standing right outside the door. Naked. With the Black Dog in his hand with very little whiskey in it. He kept staring at me and then stuck the bottle to his mouth and glugged down the rest.

As I was walking toward the door he swung the bottle far off as it plonked into the slush, he grabbed me by the waist, and turned me around and propped me against the wall. I tried to resist a bit but he hadn’t been forceful before. It was only a little bit of playful force so far, but still…

To be continued…

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