Gay sex in Bangladesh – Part 1
Recently, back in 2012 I went to Bangladesh. It was early June and extremely hot, and hot weather can make you do things which in normal conditions, would seem depraved. It did not take me long to get well acquainted with my village boys, most of whom were my age. I would spend countless hours watching them working whilst I smoked an infinite number of cigarettes, 5 star to be exact, a widely smoked brand of Bangladesh..
I would watch, in the searing heat as they ploughed the fells, with their bronze torsos’ glistening with sweat from the merciless sun. I had also made a habit of going to my local bazaar much often, their I meet a young fellow by the name of Shuhel. He was at least two years younger than me. He owned a shop, and I spent much time in his company, joking and chewing on the endless paan which was so readily available in Bangladesh.
A few instances I noticed that he would do certain things which made me question his intentions. For example, as soon as we greeted one another, he would shake my hands and then slap my buttock cheeks ever so slightly. First this seemed normal, but as time progressed, it was almost a habit of his. I did not say anything towards this as I did not want to offend him in any way what so ever. Shuhel was the third amongst five brothers.
The oldest of whom managed to hustle his way through to London. They were a wealthy family in Bangladeshi standards. He was an inch or two smaller than me, and dark skinned. Most people in Bangladesh were dark anyhow, but he seemed to possess complexion which was almost chocolaty in tone, and also a very handsome physique and face. As our friendship increased, so did his physical contact towards me.
Now, whenever we met, he would hug me as though he had not seen me for years. Yet the way he hugged also seemed peculiar to me as well. Instead of the normal manly hug where only the chest makes contact, he would hug me in such a way that not only our chests embraced, but also our groins. There were instances where I felt he was almost digging his hips into mine, and due to us wearing lungis most of the time, which was basically a piece of cloth covering our legs, thighs and privacy.
I could swear that more than a few times, I felt his semi-erect penis rubbing against mine! But before I could make an assumption, he would finish his hug, and just when I turned around to sit down, came his trademark slap on my buttock cheeks! As strange as though these encounters may be, I somehow, almost subconsciously found myself getting highly turned on by these homo- erotic situations, and laying every night talking about sex with my other village uncles, did not help the matter.
My uncles, who were much older than I, would come at night, we would chew paan together and smoke cheap Bangladeshi cigarettes, and they would relate highly erotic accounts of their sexual encounters. These ranged from my uncle’s having consensual sex with other men’s wives – being invited to their friends house and their friendship being expressed by the host having his wife fucked by his guest as he looked on – sometimes by two or three men at the same time, to stories of men having sex with men, and how widely spread it was in
Bangladesh, to the extent that one in every five men in Bangladesh, had sexual contact in one form or another with another man. They related to me of private sessions at night, where village men would gather after a hard day of work, about five or six of them, play cards, drink and smoke marijuana, sing songs and then have sordid sex orgies with one another. Women were rare, was the reason as they put it to me, so the only way a man could fulfill his non- marital desires, would be to have sex with another man.
These stories were saturating my mind with uncontrollable lust. Women were rare to find in Bangladesh, and it seemed wherever I asked for female companionship, they would tell me I’m better off sleeping with a man/ boy because that’s more easier then sleeping with a woman and the way they said it made it seem so casual and almost trivial as if gay sex was something normal – and should be expected.
Gay men in Bangladesh, unlike in other countries, were free to do as they wished without any fear of homophobic reprisals – because gay sex was so widespread almost like an epidemic. Slowly I began to understand why homosexuality was so widespread and rampant in Bangladesh. Man is naturally endowed with a higher level of desire and lust than women, and hence, if he cannot fulfill his desires with a woman, then what is he to do? Those who did not know, turned to homosexual acts to fulfill their soaring lusts.
I myself have had homo-erotic encounters with men in Bangladesh. For instance, a cousin brother of mine, the son of a doctor, once asked me if I could show him my cock whilst we slept together in the same bed at night. Being young and not knowing any better, I did. And then I gasped as he started masturbating me with his hands while he rubbed his own cock. He rubbed and squeezed my throbbing cock thoroughly from helmet to balls with his right hands whilst he masturbated his own cock with his left. It felt so good.
I was so horny I wanted so much to plant my aching cock deep inside his dark fleshy buttock clefts, but unfortunately it did not materialize. Our sex act was only limited to masturbation. He was the first man whom I had deep sexual feelings towards even to this day. I sometimes fantasize of meeting him; together going somewhere private wherein we indulge in hot, sweaty gay sex. Even as I write this my cock is throbbing with lust!
What I would give but to get a whiff of his fat, dark and aromatic ass crack! What I would give to bury my face inside his widespread ass taste his moist shit-hole with gusto! What I would give to bury my throbbing cock inside his warm crack! But, I have had the privilege of embedding and rubbing my cock between another man’s fleshy buttock clefts countless times – and let me tell you, the feeling and sexual high is phenomenal. Ooohh!
The feeling of my cock choking between a pair of warm, wobbling cheeks is a feeling like no other, an experience of which I will cherish for the rest of my life! And when my cock would rub against his moist anus, the smell of his delicious anal aroma was so intoxicating, so potent – no smell on earth, whether it be Yemenite incense, or Arabic jasmine, could compare to the smell of his sweet bum-perfume! Even as I write this, I can smell his mouth-watering anal aroma while I rub my throbbing cock.
Indeed, my only wish is to elope with him one more time, and maybe take our relationship one step further by not only spreading his magnificent bum-cheeks to smell his anal perfume, but to lick his sweet anus thoroughly before having un-protected penetrative anal sex with him. And then him do the same to me; I am so looking forward to the day I bend over doggy style, my fleshy ass cheeks in the air with a big fat juicy cock inside my tight ass –
Having that cock fuck me deep inside my tight aromatic ass-crack, and afterwards, me sucking that juicy cock hungrily, tasting and swallowing my own mouth-watering shit-sauce down my throat – is my ultimate dream! Mmmm! Delicious shit!
(After reading this, one would assume that I am gay, when in fact the opposite is true. I am not gay. I love sex in any way or form, I feel it incumbent to derive sexual pleasure and gratification from any means possible, even if it entails me burying my throbbing cock deep inside another man’s juicy ass! I may be a sexual deviant, a sex-addict, a fetishist, a bum-lover, kinky-sex lover, but that does not mean I’m gay. I just like experimenting, I am a sexual adventurer, I am a wayfarer, an explorer, the Marco Polo of lust)
My own relationship with my friend Shuhel were to take a dramatic turn. Our hugging and petting had increased to such a level, that I almost looked forward to seeing him every day and ‘feeling’ his generosity. Then one day, out of the blue, he told me if I would be interested in coming to his house that evening as everyone would be at a wedding ceremony, including his brothers. I immediately responded with a nod of appreciation and thereafter, could not even light my cigarette probably due to the thousands of butterflies which were swirling inside my stomach, and an intense heat gripped my groin almost unawares.
After a while of talking, joking and playing, I took my leave. “ 7 o’ clock sharp’’ he implied as I got up wiping the cigarette ash from my lungi. Just then , he hugged me, yet this hug felt different from all the others that I received from him, I could almost feel his semi-erect member trying to rip through our lungi material and entwine with my already throbbing member, ‘’don’t be late’’, ‘’I wont’’ I replied and left, my heart racing like wildfire and the blood within my very veins boiling with uncontrollable lust
It was 7 o’ clock sharp, dusk was almost approaching. I approached Shuhel’s house with a head intoxicated with vivid fantasies and depraved desires. He stood outside on the porch, his face lighting up his dark features as he spotted me approaching. Immediately he hurried towards me and flung his body into mine for an embrace of such intense magnitude, I felt my insides would pop out! We turned around and started walking up the stairs together when much to my surprise, he placed his hands upon my right cheeks and squeezed it gently,
Before I could acknowledge the presence of his hands on my buttock cheeks, he changed his tune to VCD’s, the Bangladesh equivalent of DVD’s.Would you like to watch a few films’’ he cried with anticipation ‘’ yes’’ was my immediate reaction. ‘’ I have top quality American movies’’. We went upstairs towards his room ‘’just stay here for a second, I’ll be back’’. He returned back with a big glass of Shorbot;
Bangladeshi drink made of lemon. He had no chairs in his room, so I lay back on his bed comfortably as he played the movie. Just then, I sat up with shock, the American movie’s my friend was talking about was none other than American hardcore porno! ‘’blue –films’’ as he corrected me. Both of us lay together on the bed as we watched opened mouth at the screen. A guy with the biggest, most fattest cock I had ever seen, was fucking a beautiful blonde woman, who seemed to resemble Britney Spears.
She cried out in ecstasy as he parted her fleshy buttock cheeks, suckling her sweet bum-hole before thrusting his giant prick deep inside her tight anus – fucking her with brute force. By now, my cock was throbbing as I watched her squirm, yet strangely, I felt my attention was more on the man and his big prick, and the way the blonde babe was sucking his cock, like her life depended on it!
I looked over at Shuhel, it was clear he had a big hard-on as myself as his lungi could not contain its mass. He looked over at me and smiled. I felt embarrassed and looked away back to the screen, yet he did not take his gaze away from me. Just then, he stood abruptly, blocking my view from the TV screen. I looked up at him, gently, he raised his lungi up to his waist, I tried to look away but my carnal cravings gave in; his big brown throbbing cock was glistening with sweat and pre-cum,
I was amazed as to how similar it was to mine. Without a word, I stood up, my heart racing like a wild stead. I untied the knot from my lungi and let it fall to the ground, until my big aching cock also lay in its utmost splendor. Shelim looked down, and then back up at me again and nodded with appreciation. All the signs of friendliness were gone from his face, he uttered nothing. Deep down inside I guess we both knew, what we were about to do needed no explaining…
I groaned as his big throbbing cock embraced mine, we hugged like two lost lovers, meeting after a lifetime of absence. Both placed each other’s hands on each other’s fleshy buttock cheeks, it felt as if I was embracing my own reflection because of how similar both our physiques and body contours were. We grabbed each other’s dark buttock cheeks and pushed ourselves deeper into one another. I felt him breathing heavily down my neck as he rubbed his throbbing cock against mine, our pre-cum intermingling with one another.
The room was saturated with the smell of our sweat and the anticipation of sordid sex, especially our hot pricks due to mass friction against one another. Gently, and ever so slightly, Shelim lowered his head until his face was level with my chest, and then proceeded to suck upon my nipples, his tongue drawing lines around it before being sucked into his warm mouth, this made me mad with passionate lust!
To be continued …….
