Indian Gay Sex Story: A tale of two cousins: 1
Indian Gay Sex Story: A tale of two cousins: 1
Indian Gay Sex Story: Hi guys! I’m Piyush and I’m a fan of indiangaysite.com.. I love reading the super hot stories here and the videos are just the best too. I have always wanted to write about a small yet wild eventful period of my life and share it with everyone. The time I spent with a cousin of mine, Dhiraj, over a period of 5 days during the Diwali holidays last year. Until that point of time I always considered myself straight as an arrow but since then I guess I’m more of bisexual. I hope you don’t judge me on the incestuous aspect of this story because we were both consenting adults and were just exploring the love we had for each other.
So without much further ado I’ll just start now.. I’m an engineering student and stay at the hostel. My home is in Cuttack. I’m not really Odiya though but my father works here so.. Long story! Anyway, so it was the time of Diwali, I was home for the holidays and my uncle and his family had come to our home to visit us. And with them was..? Yeah you guessed it right.. My younger cousin Dhiraj. He was pursuing law and was in his second year. I was in my final year.
I had not seen Dhiraj in ages and damn he had grown up! But his cute smile was still intact and he was as childlike as ever. We loved talking about college and friends and played a lot of COD the first day of their arrival. It was so much fun. Listening to the parents talk about their childhood and laughing along with them. It was all fun.. Time just went by and it was night soon.
After dinner, Dhiraj and I retired to my room. We were supposed to sleep together and uncle aunt went to the guest room while my parents back to their own bedroom. The nature of conversation now shifted to the usual boys talk. Dhiraj was quite inquisitive about my love life. I told him all my accomplishments of having sloppy sexual encounters a total of 2 times with a slutty senior. He was awed and I was damn proud to be bragging about it. Only I knew how horrible I actually was.. ?
He listened to all the explicit details of my encounter with open mouth and just became shy when I described how nice and great it felt inside a vagina.. I inquired a bit about him too but as I was expecting, he was way too shy and hadn’t done anything with a girl so far. “Anything with a girl” I didn’t pick up on that then but well he was quite clear then too. I was just too dumb and ignorant not to see the other possibility. So anyway we kept chatting and dozed off with those talks.
That night I had a dream of that slutty college senior of mine. She had my dick in her first and was slowly jerking me off. I was hard as rock and was moving my body up and down along with her hand. She was so good at it and it wasn’t feeling sloppy like reality. It was way too perfect. The way she was pinching my foreskin just lightly on top of my dick head.. Just the way I liked it! The tight grip of her hand gliding along my foreskin was driving me mad and just for a splitsecond I gained some consciousness..
I realised I was actually moving my body up and down and there was a real hand on dick which definitely wasn’t mine. I just stopped dead and opened my eyes to find Dhiraj looking intently at my dick and rubbing it off. I lost my mind and jumped off the bed. I fell down and just moved away from him pulling my shorts back up to my waist. He was scared and to be honest so was I. We just stared at each other for a minute. He could gauge the disgust in my eyes.
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Teary-eyed, he apologized to me in a whisper and moved to the couch in my room and lay there. I just sat against the wall for a moment trying to figure out what just happened. I stood and went to the bed. My dick was still hard and oozing precum. I guess my body enjoyed it way more than my mind did. I was still perplexed and shocked to know this side to Dhiraj and in that frame of mind I just dozed off.
The next day my mother was fucking pissed at me for letting Dhiraj sleep on the couch. Neither of us had an answer to her Whys.. Dhiraj was so guilty that he couldn’t look at me straight now. We hardly talked whole day but then I decided to confront him….
