Car sex story of a wild blowjob with the driver: 3
Gay slut story: Suraj’s large thick dick impaled my ass. It was stretched as wide as it could be. His rock hard rod was deep inside me brushing past my g-spot. His thick pubes caressed my ass crack.
I leaned my back on his large pecs, my hands raised and curled behind his head, playing with his thick curly hair that had gathered the grime of the day. He licked my nape, ears, armpits and kissed me.
One of his hands cupped my chest and squeezed my nipples. His other hand ran all over my body, groped my balls and dick. He stroked dick pulling back my foreskin with my dickhead scratching against his worked-up rough & tough palms sending waves of ecstasy throughout my body.
His strokes became faster and so did his pounding. My lips were locked in his lips savoring the smooth taste of his mouth and tongue. His breath picked up pace as it blew over my face”
I stumbled. Almost fell over on my face, luckily saved by the door-frame which I had grabbed in time. I came back to my senses. My clothes were still on.
There was no dick in my ass, neither any hands groping me, nor anyone kissing me. FUCK – my mind was playing an intense game with me, as I walked towards the house.
But still, the fire and pain in my ass, the waves all over my body, the groping and the smoothness of the kiss felt so real. I wanted so much to be fucked by Suraj. I looked around for him.
His dusky body merged with his black Jockey trunks in the darkness. His body heaved and his tight manly bubble butt swayed as he vanished behind the house.
I was standing all alone in the door in the dark of the night, crickets chirping loudly as though they teased me for neither having Deepak or Suraj with me.
I felt like ripping off my clothes, standing naked in the courtyard, yelling – SOMEONE FUCK ME… JUST FUCK ME…
I entered the house and crossed the living room into a passage with rooms on either side. A dim flickering light from the last door on the left illuminated a portion of the passage wall.
A breeze from that direction blew over my face carrying a whiff of cigarette smell. I knew my destination.
I stepped into the master bedroom. On the right, there was a king sized bed with lots of pillows with white clean sheets. The sheer curtains on the windows above the bed flew in the light breeze.
On the far right corner beyond the bed was a table with a flickering lantern giving a mischievous shade to the environment. Nothing could be as fucking hot for steamy night as this.
Right opposite was another door that opened in the rear courtyard. My dude’s tank top was on the bed. He was leaning cross-legged on the door frame looking outside, his head supported by his right hand and cigarette in his left hand.
I just wanted him ever so desperately. I wanted to hug him and feel his hairy body against mine.
I threw my sleeveless top on the floor and walked towards him. I leaned my bare chest against his toned muscled back. My chest felt warmer than his cold back.
But I longed for the feel of his hairy hugI slid my right hand under his raised armpit that filled the breeze with his strong manscent. My fingers played with the thick bush, which my lips and tongue wanted to taste desperately.
I placed my left hand on his, feeling his hairy fingers. Slowly moved up caressing his hairy forearm, rough elbow skin, feeling his muscles between his lats and biceps, into the left armpit, over to the thick mat on his chest.
I pulled him close to me. My crotch pressed against his bum, but still it was not raging with a huge hard on. I caressed his thick chest hair, rubbed my hand over his abs, thick treasure trail which ended into his thick pubes.
Fuck, my dude had unzipped exposing himself.
I was engrossed licking, biting, kissing his ears, neck, groping his crotch, holding his balls and, thick and heavy but not yet hard tool; all oblivious of the fact that Suraj was watching us from far end of the courtyard where he was busy setting up dinner in the open.
In all this, Deepak was emotionless and cold.
Suddenly, in a swift action, holding my hand tightly, my dude pinned me against the wall beside the door. Holding both my hands above my head, he pulled in a deep puff of the cigarette and put it between my lips.
I knew I too had to take a deep puff. He threw the cigarette out the door and planted a deep kiss on my lips. His tongue made its way through pushing my tongue back. He was very forceful.
While kissing he let off the held up breath and the smoke; I did the same. It felt so kinky, hot and erotic to be kissing while letting go off the cigarette smoke. He was almost biting my tongue, lips, cheek, just short of causing love bites.
His hand moved down my chest squeezing my nipples and reached my shorts. He pulled the drawstrings to let my short pants fall down to the ground.
I was exposed and naked. With my hands still pinned over my head it felt like fresh mutton hung up in a meat shop.
Deepak pushed his fingers into my mouth to pull down my jaw. He spat a few times into my mouth. He then dragged his wet fingers over my neck, chest, torso, navel down to my crotch.
He held my dick in his fist and slowly stroked it a few times. He then pushed my balls and dick far way back between my thighs, giving it an appearance of a female crotch.
My dude kept spitting in my mouth, kissing me while playing with my crotch but denying a full frontal hug of his hairy body. His wet fingers rubbed my bladder as though searching for a wet pussy.
Just then Suraj entered the door – “Sahab khana laga diya hai. Thoda roti kha lo”. Deepak stopped, pulled me away from the wall and twice slapped hard on my naked butt. The sound reverberated through the room.
He then turned me around and pushed me back onto the bed. I fell on the bed, legs up. All this was in front of Suraj who was a mute spectator.
Deepak was dead cold, no mercy but no rage as well. He was deriving sadistic pleasure by almost abusing me and more possibly out of treating me as a bottom or a female.
He was standing in front of me and the light from the lantern filtered through, cutting a hairy outline of his arms, legs and a large dangling dick.
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He stepped forward and put his right foot on my dick and balls, massaging them in a crushing action as though he wanted to erase my masculinity. My balls hurt a bit but it felt erotic at the same time.
Now I was deriving masochistic pleasures from the interaction. Deepak removed his shorts and flung it on my face. Stark naked he walked out to the courtyard, passing by Suraj on the way.
I lay there naked, humiliated, confused on the bed. Suraj and I looked at each other. I did not know what to do next…
TO BE CONTINUED…
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