Desi gay sex story of fun with virgin barber

Desi gay sex story: Hello Friends, this is Anand again. For those who do not know me, I am fair with 5’9” height, hairy chest that my gay partners find very sexy, chocolaty seasoned tits and 7” long dark tool that has beautiful pink head and I am a bi. I live alone in Kolkata. Though I discovered my gay side recently (little over two years, after I shifted to Kolkata), I have had many gay encounters since then. Have been sharing with you few significant ones, this incidence goes like this….

As I entered my regular hair salon, almost after two months, the owner smiled at me and said “welcome sir, bahut dino baad aaye iss bar, lamba tour tha kya?” He was aware that I leave alone in Kolkata and am often on tours.

“haan” I agreed, “pataa nahi iss bar time hi nahi mila yaha aane ka” then suddenly I noticed that he was actually winding up the work and realized that it was almost closure time. “Oh! Sorry, salon band kar rahe ho kya? Koi baat nahi mai fir aaunga”

“Arrey nai nai!” exclaimed the owner “mujhe kuchh kaam hai issliye jaa raha hun, baki ladke toh pahele hi chale gaye, par yeh Sunil hai naa” he indicated towards an average looking person who was standing near a salon work chair. He smiled at me folding his hands into ‘namastey’.

I smiled back at him but as I always used to get service from the owner, I was in no mood to try someone new; the owner sensed my hesitation and said “Achha hai woh, mai bata raha hu na. Mujhe sach me jaana hai nahi to mai to kabhi bhi aap ko service dene ko naa nahi bol sakta, aap jante hain”.

Without waiting for my response he instructed Sunil about my preferences while hurriedly closing the cash drawer and told Sunil “Mai shutter neeche kheech ke jaa raha hun, Sir jaane ke baad band kar lena” he switched off the salon board that was hanged outside and other outer lights, then he turned to me and said “Sorry Sir, jaana hai; par Sunil achhaa kaam karta hai aapko shikayat nahi hogi, Good Night” and he left, pulling the shutter down behind him.

“Baithiye sir” Sunil invited me. While heading towards the chair, sudden realization of the fact that I was with a lone man in a closed shop instantly made me horny.

I sat on the chair and while Sunil was preparing the work, I started noticing him in the mirror. He wore a black shirt that had the Salon Logo on it (which was the uniform for all employees working here), over a bright yellow T-shirt and a tight blue jeans. He was average heighted, little chubby, had dark complexion with thick hair on head that were cut in what is called a mushroom style, also he had dyed them with orange gold stripes.

His forearms indicated that he was not a smooth skinned person but instead he might be hairy and it was a little turn-off for me (a smooth skinned gay partner is a turn-on for me), but I tried enjoying the situation rather than just the looks.

Sunil had all that attitude that an unspoilt village boy of around about 22-23 may possess. But he was not as dull as I perceived when I first saw him. His eyes were brown and shining; he had long eye lashes that made his eyes appear smiling and his lips were very shapely and curved as if he is just about to smile. He had un-buttoned his so-called uniform and the T-Shirt he wore showed fluffy boobs beneath.

Also, his round butts were big for his body and despite wearing a tight jeans, they looked very hot and inviting. How I longed for an ass like that for my tool to enjoy. I tried judging his manhood between his thighs but the tight jeans he wore kept me guessing.

Once or twice during this time his eyes met mine and he smiled shyly, he knew I was observing him and that caused him to make conscious moves.

As he started working on my hair, I started talking to him to make him comfortable. He told me he was from a small town in Bihar and his uncle knew the owner of this shop and because of him he joined here about 3 weeks back.

As he was new and not earning much the owner had allowed him to stay in the shop until he could get a place to stay. This input pleased me because if at all I could get him here tonight, at least continuing here would not cause any alert.

The question was now, how to get what I want as he was too shy and reserved. Soon I found an opportunity when he asked “Aur kuchh karawaiyega Sir, shaving ya facial vagera?”

I asked what else he can do? He looked puzzled but said “Jo aap bole” so I asked him, closely watching him in the mirror; “Neeche ka jungle trim karoge kya?”

His body froze for a second, he seemed flushed or enraged or both but he didn’t stop working on my hair, he just kept mum. I wasn’t sure whether to push further but still asked him again, he sternly said “Ham aisi vaisi service nahi dete”.

I was crest fallen and hugely disappointed having missed such a golden chance by offending him but there was no way other than asking him directly.

Both of us then remained silent till he finished my hair cut and as a good service provider he asked if I wished a head massage but I declined. He then cleaned me with brush & blower, combed my hair and said “Ho gaya Sir”.

He told me the service charge and thanked me when I gave him money with tip; he counted the amount slowly, held it for few seconds and then started counting it again. I could sense he wanted to say something so I just waited looking at my mobile.

He finally asked, hesitatingly, “Aap sach me Sir (malik) se jhate bhi katwate ho?”

I laughed “Arrey nahi, yaha to hamesha log rahate hain na, sab ke samne kaise katwaunga? Waise toh hamesha mai khud hi kat leta hun ghar pe, par theek nahi kat pata; lekin abhi tumko dekha to laga yeh kar sakta hai, iss liye aaj pahli baar tumse poochha. Zaruri nahi hai, mai jata hun agar tumko problem hai to”.

He answered indirectly “Hamne kabhi kate nahi kisike” he said, “Chalega?”

“Kyo nahi chalega? Bilkul chalega”, I said, thinking that I am sure going to get him; “Kaise karoge?”

He tried adjusting the chair first, shook his head in negation and looked around and said “uss jagah let jaiye” indicating a long, cushioned bench that is usually used in salon for seating some waiting customers.

He was trying to be very normal but I could see he was sort of excited with this development, though he was still avoiding meeting my eyes.

I removed my pant unhesitatingly and lay-down, meanwhile Sunil went to lock the shutter, “Smart” I thought.

Adjusting a trimmer Sunil came beside me and stood undecidedly, not knowing how to proceed. He then got courage and said in hoarse voice “Underwear utaarni padegi”.

“Utaar do na” I said cheerfully, enjoying his hesitation. Keeping trimmer in one hand he tried removing my underwear with another. He was trying hard to avoid touching my tool and the intermittent touches made my tool semi-hard and that made it harder for him to remove the underwear.

He looked at me pleadingly so I removed my underwear and as I looked back at him, I was sort of surprised to see his facial expression that he had while looking at my tool with fascinated eyes; as if he was seeing someone else’s tool for the first time.

This person seems to be total virgin, I thought and imagining a first timer holding my tool made me horny.

He seemed confused as how and where to start trimming so I told him how I normally do, starting from the upper pubic area and moving downwards then to sides, he hesitated and said “Uske liye to pakadna padega”. I noticed he was sort of trembling and his voice getting hoarser.

“Toh pakdo, usme kya hai“, this was getting very exciting experience for me.

He looked at me then moved his hand on my pubic hair, moved my tool and balls to see the growth and said in a puzzled manner “Yeh to pahle se hi chote hain, ab aur kaise kaate ham?”. He continued caressing my tool and balls, looking at them fascinatingly.

I was in no mood to clarify; his touch filled my penis blood vessels so forcefully that it became hard and fully erect and I was loving it so wanted him to continue.

I told him as it was him who had to trim, he should then decide how to trim. He nodded and continued with his inspection; apparently, he was trying to take complete look of my tool head that had already started glittering with precum but Sunil couldn’t get the courage to slip my foreskin down and enjoy the view he wanted to see.

As I was on the bench which was at lower level, he had to bend a little for his work and that gave me a side view of his big round bum. I couldn’t control the urge and squeezed it with full force, he jumped as if he got an electric shock.

Desi gay sex story of wild fun with a virgin boy

He faced me, his eyes bewildered and face flushed. He was still not meeting my eyes but it was clear he too was enjoying; only the first timer’s hesitation was not allowing him to admit the same.

I signalled him to come close, he did but still kept looking at the floor. I started opening his belt and pant; he was having shivers now.

I gently caressed his crotch over the jeans, he started getting breathless, sort of “Sssss!! Ah! Aaaah!”.

His reactions were unthinkable and making my moments with a first timer very exciting and sexy. I unzipped him and tried pulling his jeans down, but it was tight and it only half exposed his red underwear.

Looked like his hard tool was trapped by the tight jeans and it had made a big wet spot on the underwear. I gently touched his tool and Sunil’s shudders, his breathlessness increased suddenly.

I tried to free his tool from the trap and succeeded, it was still inside his underwear but free from the jeans trap. I grabbed his tool over the underwear, it was small but very hard; I couldn’t resist pressing the tool and as I did it; Sunil gave a loud moan, gave a spasm and ran towards the small room in corner that was being used as store cum washroom.

He had obviously ejaculated, I thought of going behind him but decided otherwise.

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