Indian Gay Sex Story: Forbidden Love: 6
Indian Gay Sex Story: Forbidden Love: 6
Indian Gay Sex Story: Vijay left me and stepped back. But unfortunately, I was dumbfounded. I wasn’t processing anything in my head. It’s like someone had punched me straight in the stomach and I was gasping for breath. Nothing did make sense. What was going on here? I was looking straight at Vijay. So if he was alive, why did Jyoti lie to the rest of us? Did she know? Was she planning to keep Myra away from Vijay for the rest of her life? So many questions rang in my head. I felt a stab of blinding pain hit the roof of my head. My migraines started swiftly and a dizzy sensation followed.
I rubbed my eyes and tried not to fall but I suddenly felt weak in my knees. It felt that the earth was moving beneath me and I was about to fall. Vijay held my hand and led me into the room. The procession continued with the clangs and the music and the cheering outside. The rains got a bit more intense, as we left it pattering on the balcony floor outside.
Vijay ushered me to sit down on the bed. I guess the moment was too intense that I somehow started gasping for breath. “Main paani lata hoon. Aap idhar hi baithiye…” saying this he vanished downstairs. He returned back with a stell glass filled with water. I gulped it down. Getting a grasp on reality I stood up, hugged him and started crying.
“Jaggy…” he chuckled. “..aye.. kya hua aapko?”
I fumbled in between my sobs, “Sab maante hain ke tu mar chukka hai. Kya didi ko pata hai hai tu zinda hai?”
He nodded a no. A second stab of pain shot up my head.
“She doesn’t know anything and I’d keep it that way.” He said.
“What?” I said all confused. “Did you guys have a fight or something? But she said that you died last year in the war. I don’t get it. What’s happening?”
He held me in his arms and led me to the bed. He gently sat me down.
“There is a lot that happened since the wedding and during the wedding to Jaggy. There is so much to tell you and so much to confess now that you’re here…” he said.
I stood up and back away to the door. “What nonsense Viju? Everyone thinks your dead. Does Vikranth know that you’re alive? Do Kakimaa and Kakababa know that you’re here?”
“Yes…” he said looking at the floor.
“Viju, are you crazy? What’s wrong with you? Our parents are planning to get Jyoti married off again.” I said yelling. Tears filled my eyes. “And forget all that. We think you’re dead. Why would you do this to us Viju? Do you hate us this much?”
He got up, walked towards me and hugged me. “Never, Jaggy. You all are my life.” I felt him whelling up too. “I did what I needed to. It’s a long story Jaggy.”
I pulled away from him. “We’ve got all night,” I said. “…we ain’t going anywhere in this storm are we?”
“Jaggy, I’ve been in love with you ever since we met all those years ago…” Vijay started but I cut him off. “Vijay, it’s not about us. What’s wrong with you?” I raised my voice.
“How dare you let us go through this. So you’re telling me that your family knows that your alive and you led us all to believe that you passed on due to the war? Are you fucking mad?”
“YES!” he yelled back.
“YES… I’M FUCKING INSANE… INSANE TO THINK THAT I’VE DONE ALL OF THIS FOR YOU… FOR THE BOTH OF US…”
I took off and started down the stairs for the hall. I wasn’t comprehending the fact that Vijay was alive all these months and he kept it from us. His family also did the same. What has their intentions? Such a large lie.
Vijay followed behind me calling out to me. I ignored him and kept walking onward. He came swiftly behind me and pulled my arm to stop me. I turned back and slapped him as tight as I could. Tears still rolling down my cheeks and blurring my vision.
“YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE…” I yelled still crying. I slapped him on the arm again but as since he had grown more brute like over the past years it stung me back. I tried shaking the painful jerk that collided with my palm when I tried hitting him and moved back. “Don’t touch me Viju… Don’t… Viju…. VIJU…”
He kept counter-attacking my thrashing at him and managed to secure my arms that weren’t flying all over the place anymore. He moved his face close to mine and kissed me. I let out a sigh!
The feeling of his warm wet lips on my mouth, the feeling had eluded me since, all those years back. The taste of his sweet-sweet lips on my tongue was so gratifying that nothing did matter anymore. He was alive. The love of my life was alive and well and standing as close as a few millimeters in front of me. What more could I ask for?
I pulled him close to me and embarrassed him returning the kiss. He cupped my face in his hands and we smooched unwilling to let go of one another. “I’m sorry…”, he said. “I should have told you earlier.”
I pulled him closer and kept kissing him. His tongue slippery and wet inside my mouth and my tongue hot and salivating inside his. We went into a trans and all the other sexual organs were ignited with us touching each other. I tried wrapping my arms around him but it was kinda difficult considering how broad he’d gotten since the last time. He was bulkier and more hulk-like since the last time I saw him. I pulled at his hair and kept on kissing him. “It’s alright Viju. You’re alive. Nothing else matters anymore.”
He lifted me so easily in his arms. I’m sure I’d gained quite a few pounds with the American lifestyle. But Viju acted like there was no issue. He carried me in his arms to the master bedroom. The first time I checked it, I didn’t realize that that specific room was well kept, the only room in the house that is.
We were busy kissing each other as he carried me over to the bed. He placed me down gently on the covers and moved a step backward. He unzipped the jacket and removed it to display a body so fine… a body so sculpt… a body so divine that the ancient Greek gods like Hercules and Theseus would also fall way behind. He had bulked up thrice in comparison to what I had seen him ten years back on the terrace. His skin had turned tanner and hairier. A blanket of hair started from his neck down, all the way across his pecs and abs, right down to his crotch. Dark tufts of hair also circulated the nippular area of his chest. His nipples were hard and taunt and were teasing me to come forward and lick them. The cold had done wonders for the both of us.
He flung the jacket on the floor and bend down on the bed in a position of that like a lion, ready to pounce on its prey. I moved closer and touched his hand. So hard, I thought. He’s gotten harder than the last time I remember.
“You’ve been working out, I see…” I said blushing.
“Yep…” he said. Then he knelt on the bed in front of me and flexed his biceps to show off. Huge cannonball-like shapes appeared on his arms. His biceps had also grown to unimaginable size. My eyes almost popped out of their sockets with anticipation. “…twenty-six inches in radius. I’ve measured them just yesterday.” He said with a pompous grin of pride.
“I moved my soft fingers across the tricep area. The cuts were unfailingly professional. His shoulders were also these well-shaped domes of perfection They resembled little hillocks you’d see while passing through a field or a plane region. Hairy and well kept with a beard on his face to complete his “Wolverine” look.
“Viju”, I said “…you simply look amazing. I can’t even recognize you since the last time that I saw you shirtless.” I stopped. Oops, fuck… I was about to give my secret away.
“I know, I’ve grown so much in size and stature since that night you laid eyes on me, on the roof.” He said grinning.
“You knew about that.”, I said feeling so embarrassed that I could just kill myself.
“Jaggs, I knew you were watching me the entire time then.” He said pulling me closer towards him so effortlessly.
I peered into his eyes feeling shameful and vulnerable. It was like I’d crossed a line at night, in fact, I did cross it. “Why didn’t you say something to me. You could have stopped me. That was your private time…” Vijay placed his huge index finger on my lips. They now resembled something like one of them large glue-sticks you’d see in the stationary. So long, so thick, so large. “I wanted you to see me Jaggs, that wasn’t my private time. It was ours.” He smiled and I think there was blushing involved too.
I pulled him towards me, which was definitely a task, and kissed him. The kiss deepened and so did I feel his force on me. He pushed back and fell on top of me. “Fuck”, I gasped out of breath. This guy is going to crush me to bits, I thought.
“Did I hurt you, my love.” He asked with concern in his eyes. I looked back at him, “No, Viju… Not really. I was just taken by surprise. You see, you’re the first. I haven’t done this before. Ever!”
He stopped a moved back. “Are you serious?” he said. I nodded. “Why?” he asked.
“You’ve always been my first love Viajy. I couldn’t compromise my honor and lay with someone else?” I said tearing up.
“So will you lay with me now? I promise. All those years that I was married to your sister, I never laid a finger on her. I swear!” he said. His eyes reflected honesty and his voice had conviction.
“I believe you Viju. You’d never lie to me.” I said.
“How do you know that?” He asked.
“I can tell…” I said but then he cut me off. “Yes… yes, I know… You can see it in my eyes. The same way it flows from yours.” Saying this he came forward once more and we kissed deeply. I exhaled and tried not to collapse under the building pressure between us.
“So… you wanna do this right?” He reconfirmed.
“I’ve been alone all these many years without you Viju. Why waste another second” I said tears rolling down my eyes.
He came to me again and rolled his arms under me. They packeted me like I was a baby cub and he was the giant mama bear. I tried to swing my arms around him, but unfortunately, they barely met. He had become way too broad for me to hug him completely.
We kissed greedily and ate at each other’s mouths. Saliva and breath mixed with each other and our tongues playfully slithered into each others mouth. Every long smooch, every long kiss got me breathless and all I could feel was the growing tension between us that needed to be quenched quickly.
He moved his fingers under my tee and pulled it over my head. I was bare-chested in front of him and suddenly realizing that I was exposed, I covered my chest with my hands.
“Hey…” Viju said looking at me. “It’s ok Jagu… I know it’s your first time. But it’s me… you can let go now. I’m here to stay. I promise.” He slowly uncovered my pecs by pulling my hands down. I felt so shameful then. I was so chubby and fat. I had practically grown man boobs – not literally, but yes. I was a bit plump in that area.
Vijay checked me out there and sighed. “Not impressive, huh?” I asked, feeling even more pathetic. “I know you’re way too good looking for a guy like me.”
He chuckled and said, “Shut the fuck up Jagy. What the hell are you talking about.” He then moved his colossal arms across my man breasts and touched my left nipple for the first time. The sensation was exhilarating. A cold skin meeting with warm flesh. The tingling sensation was uncontrollably pleasurable. “These are perfect. You are perfect. There is nothing that I’d want to change about you, you dumb fuck…”, saying this he bent lower and kissed my hairy tit. I wasn’t as hairy as he was, but with age, I did develop light fur all over my body.
The sensation of his wet lips on my nipple was overwhelming. I had never felt such a feeling in my entire life. I suddenly moaned out loud, “aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah !” I realized what I had done in that very instance and choked the sound half-way. “Shit,” I said. “I’m sorry…”
He lifted his head and looked at me, “…what are you embarrassed by? Don’t keep it in love, let it go. You’ve been bottling these emotions for so long. Release it. You’re with me. What are you afraid of?” There was so much of genuineness and kindness in his stair and in his voice. I bent the angle of my face a bit and kissed his forehead. He smiled and returned back to pleasuring me.
At first, he just teased my nipples with his wet tongue. The tip of his moist wetness pressed deep against the hardness of my brown disks. My fingers dug deep int his hair as I playfully gnawed at it. The nipple teasing went on for a few seconds before he kissed my boob. He kissed it again and then opened his mouth a bit wider and took the entire thing inside it with the help of his left hand. He sucked on it. Fuck…. I never wanted that moment to expire.
I think while the entire boob sucking was going on, he realized that I was quite far from him as per his actual requirements, so he pulled me on his lap and then dug his face deep into my pecs. He spat on it, licked it, suckled on it, pressed it, NIBBLED IT and also bit it a few times. I was so taken aback by the primary shoots of pain that every time he tried nibbling on my nipples, I’d jerk back. But still, with a mouth full of my tits, he’d mumble, “Sssssorry… Trying not to hurt you…” and get back to his munching.
I was busy enjoying myself nurturing my man when in his trans he looked up to me still both my breasts in his palm and said, “I’ve been wanting these babies so bad since such a long time. These babies are perfect..” he went back to his focus and sucked hard on them even more vigorously. The entire time I was moaning louder than I thought I could, and in pristine satisfaction.
By the time spit and saliva covered the base of my chest from all the sucking, Viju placed my down from his lap and climbed off the bed. He removed his shoes and unbuckled his belt. The bulge in his denim was obviously noticeable. Like the last time, the monster was ready and waiting to be unleashed in all of his glory.
He unzipped his pants and slid them off. His briefs was stained wet with the precum. His monster cock head was also naughtily peeking out from the right side of the base of his underwear. He pulled off the clothing and revealed a penis that ten years ago looked fairly smaller and petite.
“What the fuck?” I gasped. “Is that the same thing I’d seen all those years back?”
He laughed. “Babes, the size of the penis doesn’t grow bigger with age. It gets longer and girthier with the amount of blood flow inside of it. Maybe that night, I was just wanting to jack off. Here, now, we’re in the process of making love. Its evident that the mind the testosterone levels are way higher than that evening, jaggs. Enjoy what you see.”
He offered me his hand and I got up from the bed. He pulled me towards him and we kissed again, while he was massaging my tits in the process. I pulled him a bit closer and kissed his neck. He moaned then. I licked his earlobe and trailed wet kisses across his neck and all over his chest. I too sucking his dusky gigantic nipples for a few seconds. “Ummm… I see what all the fuss is about…” I said looking up at him.
“So tasty… The residual salts from your sweat have burned deep into your nipples Viju… So fucking tasty…” He pulled my face closer to his chest, “Such those mother fucking nipples Jagu. Fuck…. AAAAAAAAaaaahhhh… Yessssssssssss…. Suck them hard…”
While the foreplay session progressed, he pulled back for a second and bent down unzipping my jeans and pulling my boxers along with it baring me completely in front of him. Obviously, my erect penis was no way close to his gigantic rod. I had a mere 7 inched dick in comparison to his now fully erect 11-inch boner. “Cute…” he said smiling, as he looked up at me.
“FUCK U ASSHOLE…” I snorted. “It’s not the size of the tool but the way you use it…”
“Touche…” he reverted and took my hard-on in his mouth. I was taken aback and didn’t realize that I was to oblige him as well. I thought I was the bitch and he was the master. I moaned with joy as he sucked on my cock taking it deeper and deeper into his mouth. The wet-hot upper pallet of his cavity made it evident that he knew what he was doing.
I clenched my fists tight and pushed myself towards the wall. He moved in closer and took the rest of my dick and ball, all inside his mouth and gaged. He spat on it, licked it and sucking again.
A few strokes in his mouth I got the urge to ejaculate. I tapped him on his shoulder and he looked up. “Stop… I’m about to cum.” I said still quivering with joy.
“So…” he said, “bring it on babes… I wanna taste you.”
I looked down at him, “Viju… shouldn’t I be doing all the blow jobing around here?” I asked cheekily.
He returned to my gaze and said firmly, “Why… Cause you’re the dominant side in our relationship?”
“I guess… I thought that its what our kind needs to do.” I said sounding a bit more confused. I was sure that I was the bottom, if not versatile to bottom, in our relationship. Of course, I wanted him to fuck the daylights out of me. But at that point, I just didn’t know what to say.
“Babes, so what If I’m the top and you’re the bottom. Even bottoms need to be satisfied. What’s the difference if you cum before I do? Any try this… not to sound all high and mighty here, but your dick is smaller in size than mine and my mouth is way bigger than yours. It’ll be easy for me to blow you tonight, rather then you gaging on my cock and passing out due to exhastion…” He smiled, kissed my crotch and returned to his former activity. Within seconds, my dick stiffened again and rose. I bit the bottom of my lip and moaned. My fingers still entwined in the hair from the back of his head, I pushed forward and exploded three huge loads right into his mouth. “Aaaaaaaah… aaaaaahhhhh…
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh !!!
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Fuck… Fuck… Aaaaaaaaaaaaah… Viju….”
He swallowed the cum without spilling it. He drank it and cleared his throat. “Salty…” he said grinning “…yet satisfying!” He wiped his mouth and the surrounding saliva that hung against its skin. I bent down and kissed him deeply.
He rose up and reached my nipples. He started jerking my cock into his huge rough hands and sucking on my nipples. A few more stokes with his powerful strength and I came in his palm a second time, under five minutes. We kissd as I collapsed into his arms. He let me regain my senses from the second eruption and kissed me deeply. He then picked me up from the corner of the room and headed towards the bed. He placed me down gently and looking into my eyes he smiled.
“My turn…”
