Indian Gay Erotica: The Dark Alleys of Laxmi Nagar: 4
Indian Gay Erotica: The Dark Alleys of Laxmi Nagar: 4
Indian Gay Erotica: S laughed, grabbed my knee and spread my legs apart rolling me over my back, saying “Nakhrein to kaafi hain tere”. He got up and unbuckled his belt and took off his remaining clothes. He gestured V to switch positions and commanded him, “Gaand khol iski”. V got up, sat near my ass and positioned himself in a way that my legs were on either sides of his torso. He started fingering me dilligently. S, completely naked, came over, stood over my chest with his legs on either side of my body. He bent down, with face two feet right above mine, he slid one hand beneath my head and whispered, “Kiski randi hai tu?” I didn’t say anything. I just kept looking at him. Then he gripped and pulled my hair and yelled loudly at me, “Bol! Kiski randi hai tu?” Fearfully, I whimpered, “Aapki”. He sniggered and said in a calm voice, “Sirf meri nahi. Poori building ki randi hai tu”.
I don’t know what happened in that moment. I just froze. On one hand I didn’t want it. On other hand I wanted it even more just because I shouldn’t want it. S sat himself over my chest, kneeling in a way that locked my arms to my sides. He leaned over and pulled some clothes from the laundry bag, bunched them up and placed it under my head to prop it up. In this whole time I never realized, that S had the biggest cock I had ever seen. I only realized it when he demanded me to open my mouth.
S shoved his cock in my mouth. He didn’t even allow me to understand how big it was and how deep I could take it. He just shoved it deep into my mouth and pulled my head hard into his crotch with his hand. I could feel his cock forcing down my throat. I kept gagging and drooling, but he didn’t let it go. He held my head tight so that it couldn’t even move. My eyes watered up and I started choking bad. My body started jerking, because I couldn’t move my hands. But S’s whole weight kept me pinned to the floor. So I started flailing my legs. V could only hold my right leg down, because the fingers of his right hand were fucking my hole. So he called out to the third guy and commanded him to grab my other leg down. Once they had completely overpowered my entire body, this time, V shoved all his four fingers inside my hole. S’ cock was still in my throat. I tried to scream, but I could only make humming noises that sounded like I was crying. V pulled out his fingers and S let my head go so that I could take my mouth out. S looked at me and said with a grin, “Maza aaya?”
V told S, “Ready hai”. They got up releasing my body. But I just kept lying there. Pain wasn’t singular anymore. My entire body was aching in different ways. My sphincter was still calming down. Parts of my thighs were hurting, where they gripped, which would bruise by next morning. My biceps were hurting from being pressed under knees. My chest hurt whenever I inhaled reeling from the weight of his body. The back of my throat was aching badly. But I couldn’t think about any of it. I just lay there, staring at the still ceiling fan. All I could think about was H. I was still convinced that he could hear everything. I wanted to believe that he would step out any moment and put a stop to it. I wanted to be rescued. I wanted him to be my hero. Because in that romanticist drunken stupor, I felt that if my love for him couldn’t be realized, then I don’t need to save my body for anything more than my most basic carnal desires. For this very moment, was what sex meant to me in the absence of love. I would let it overpower me. I would let it consume me. I would let it destroy me.
V sat back on my chest in the same position S was sitting earlier. He reached out for another can of beer and opened it. After drinking some of it, he placed the tip of his cock right above my mouth which now naturally opened whenever a cock was in proximity; and rested it upon my lips. He slowly started to pour the beer on his shaft and let it trickle into my mouth from the tip of his cock. He commanded me to drink it. I gagged and gulped, spilling half of it, glugged down the rest of it. Once it was over, V chucked the can away and commenced throatfucking me.
S squatted near my ass, placed both my legs on his shoulder, leaned over and propped his arms on the floor positioning himself. My hips lifted above the ground with my hole aligned in the direction of his crotch. His cock had a fat tip. And in the darkness and drunkeness, he could not manage to enter my hole. So he asked the lanky guy for help. He crawled over, held S’ cock and pushed it into my hole. The moment his cock was in, S slowly slid the cock until I could feel the rest of his groin on my ass. He was big. I could feel him in the center of my pelvis. And then he started fucking. It didn’t take him time to pick up the speed to the point that his groin was slapping my ass loudly. Hearing that V also got vigorous fucking my mouth.
V pushed his throat deep into my mouth and held it there. And I could feel a warm sensation fill up my throat, rising up into my mouth. I could taste the salt in the back of my tongue. No one had ever ejaculated in my mouth. The idea of it overwhelmed me and I ended up gagging, because of which I choked on V’s cum. I started coughing. V got up. I kept coughing trying to get up but S wouldnt let me go. Realizing that I might halt it, S yelled at me “Chup!” and kept fucking me even harder. To the point where he gave one big thrust and came inside me with loud moan. He stayed like that for sometime. My coughing had subsided. His cock was still inside me. He slowly pulled it out and collapsed on the floor. And I still kept laying on the floor.
V was onto his next beer. He lit a cigarette and pointed to the third guy, saying it’s his turn. That lanky boy was quite coy the whole evening. He would only smile and not say much. This whole time he just kept sitting and watching, except when being told to do something. He hesitated. When V insisted that he fuck me next, he protested out of concern for me, “Mar jaayega”. S, still sprawled out on the floor, retorted to him saying “To tera kya jaa raha hai? Geela hai abhi. Maar le.”
So the boy got up and shyly took off his shorts. He tried aping S, by trying to squat near my ass and pulling my legs over his shoulders. But he was quite lanky and inexperienced. So he couldn’t get it right. So V suggested, “Ulta kar ise”. So he held my waist and gestured me to roll over. I complied. My back was anyway hurting. I went back on my all fours again. He slid in his cock in my hole, which was much easier this time around. He started fucking me slowly. But after a point, he put his body weight on my back and pressured my to lay down flat on my stomache.
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He was gentle. He slid his hand under my chest and started groping my boobs. He laid completely on my back and started on the back of my neck. And very slowly and intensely he kept fucking me. I actually started to enjoy it. Once he built his rigor, he arched his back and got up and started fucking me faster. I also tried to propel myself up on my elbows, but he put his hand on my neck and pinned me down to the floor again. He kept holding me like that and kept fucking me.
S was up and walking around naked in the room by now smoking a cigarette. I thought he was fiddling with his phone but I didn’t pay attention until he broke the verbal silence in the room saying, “Haan. Upar aaja. Ready hai… Un dono ko bhi bula le”……
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