Gay sex story – The Bachelors party reunion

Gay sex story – The Bachelors party reunion

We had been friends since school days. There were originally eight of us guys who had played football together for the school team and formed a “gang.” There was always three or four of us together at any one time. We socialised within the group and spent summer together playing football when we could or simply just hung out with a few of the other guys. That group had diminished to four as we grew up. We still hung out from time to time. Two guys had moved away and two were married. It was one of the guys who had moved to Manipal who was getting married and had asked all eight of us to meet one last time for his last bachelor night. All of us would be together once more.

I had also let the friendships slip as well. Since 19 I had realised if I wasn’t gay I was certainly bisexual. Recently men had interested me more than woman and my quest for sex had meant less time for heterosexual friends. I hadn’t told them, of course. Nevertheless I was looking forward to the trip from New Delhi to Manipal for three nights. It was going to be fun meeting the others and I had remembered the guy who was getting married. Paresh had been a stunning guy with brownish/blonde hair, brown eyes and a smattering of freckles. He was as straight as straight could be. However before he moved, he had put on some weight and my original lust for him had diminished as the pounds had piled on.

We booked two twin rooms at a budget hotel which still seemed to be expensive as he had decided to organise the event in the height of summer. The other guys had all booked into the same hotel so we could do the whole thing properly. When we arrived the other guys were all there and the first striking thing was Paresh. He was stunning. I felt my heart thump when I saw him and could hardly string two words together. He had lost all the weight, had a body to die for and the looks of a model. He hugged me!

“Danish it’s so good to see you again,” he said.

“You too Paresh, obviously Manipal has been good to you.”

“You look good yourself. Haven’t gone to the dogs quite yet.”

We started to check in when there was a hoot of laughter from my two New Delhi friends.

Ritesh turned and said,” They’ve gone and booked us two double beds not twins and the fucking place is packed. I’ll tell you now I am not sharing a bed with no one. I snore anyway!”

There was a bit of haggling and as I was sharing with Ritesh I wasn’t too keen on sharing a bed with him either as his hygiene habits were not of the best.

The confusion carried on until Paresh said, “I’ll share with you Danish if you don’t mind and Ritesh can share the twin room with Harish, my best man. Is that ok, Danish.”

I nodded dumbly and for the first time wondered if I would get to see him in underwear, or better still, nude!

The luggage was swooped around and Paresh and I went up to get ready for the first of the lad’s nights out. I didn’t get a chance to see more than a naked top half but even that had me erect.

Soon we were out on the town. The Manipal based guys knew their way around and we were soon downing shots and pints. By 11pm the ones with less stamina were beginning to wain, myself included and I realised I wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Paresh I’m going to have to get back to the hotel or you’ll end up carrying me,” I said.

There was some banter but four of us headed back and left Paresh, his best man and two of the New Delhi lads to carry on.

I showered to try to sober myself up but to little avail and eventually ended up asleep in a t-shirt and briefs.

My dream was a pleasant one. I was in bed and could feel someone trying to climb on me, trying to mount me and stroke my body. It was a lovely feeling. I groggily came around and was aware of a stiff cock between my legs in a fucking motion from behind. I was instantly awake! Put my hands between my legs and a moist cock head was sliding in and out. It responded immediately to my touch, pushing all the more urgently.

I slowly moved forward allowing the cock to withdraw. It moved back and forth a little but without my legs to give it purchase, the movement stopped and a gentle snoring began. I slowly turned and in the ray of street lights, saw Paresh lying on his back, the covers pulled down to his waist and his mouth open, snoring.

I pulled back the covers and found him completely naked and a stunning eight inch cock standing straight up in the air. He was obviously used to sleeping with his fiancée and had continued to hump me without realising what he was doing. I clicked on a bedside light as though getting up to the toilet and there was no movement from him at all. It was around 3.00 am in the morning. I called his name. Still no reaction.

Getting bolder I lifted his arm and let it drop. He was like a corpse. There wasn’t even a break in his snoring. Emboldened by his position I pulled the covers firmly back and exposed his stunning body. Sliding my briefs down I raised on to my knees and put my mouth over his cock. His foreskin slid back and apart from a slight change in his snoring pattern he started to hump my mouth. His cock tasted slightly of piss but I didn’t care. I had Paresh’s dick in my mouth at last, and sucked his eight inches with enthusiasm. I gripped his shaft with one hand and held his soft balls with the other while sucking his cock firmly. His erection was brick hard and I wondered what kind of dream he was having. I stroked my own cock and then raised it up to press my cock head against his lips. He licked unconsciously and I managed to get a little of it in but there was no way he was going to suck it. I lay full length beside and facing him and kissed his soft lips. There was a taste of booze and his tongue came out automatically. I licked it and kissed his lips again.

I wondered how far this could go. I slid out of bed and went to my toilet bag. I always had some essentials when traveling including a small container of lube and a few condoms. I brought these back to the bed and ripped open a condom to stretch on his cock. Whenever his cock felt the pressure of the latex it responded by returning to full hardness. I swiftly lubed my hole and rubbed some over his cock. There was no way I could sit on him so I walked around the bed and gently rolled his with his back to the bed edge. I then went back around to my side and slid into bed backwards, my arse in a spooning position. His hard cock pressed into my buttocks.

I reached around and gripped it firmly aiming it to my hole and gently started to push back. The head popped in and as soon as he felt that, he started to fuck like a randy dog, mumbling some incoherent words of pleasure. He then slowed back down again and started snoring once more.

While his cock was still hard I started to gently push back against him and gradually there was a gentle push in return. I managed a soft fucking motion with his big hard cock now inside me fully. The feeling was amazing. I gripped my own cock and slowly fucked backwards into the rigid flesh of my friend. I was able to do this for over thirty minutes with his reaction varying from snores to mumbling to animal-like grunts. At no stage did it feel like he was going to waken.

Emboldened by this I started to really fuck hard, back on to his cock. I was getting close to cumming and wandered if I might manage to get him to as well. When it happened there was no build up and no warning. I was suddenly aware that his cock felt even harder and there was a pulsing sensation inside my hole. When that stopped there was a small grunt. I slid off his cock and turned to find his cock dwindling fast with the condom bulging with warm cum.

Paresh, even in his dreams, turned into a normal guy and just rolled over with his back to me. I lay back on the bed and emptied the condom content slowly over my face and lips as I wanked my own cock. It took no more than one minute to explode and cum shot straight over my head, hitting the headboard and my face. I hadn’t cum like that since my teens.

When I calmed down, guilt kicked in and I quickly mopped myself up and searched the bed for any evidence. The condom was filled with water and flushed down the toilet along with it’s wrapper and I returned to bed, my heart thumping and my hole with a rosy warm feeling having just been fucked by my straight friend a few nights before his wedding. This was a memory I was going to cherish.

Next day everything was as normal. Once we had had a couple of Eggs we were all fine and planning the next night’s fun. Needless to say it was a repeat of the previous one and Paresh started hitting the beer just after 1.00pm in the afternoon.

That night Paresh, though drunk seemed to be holding his own much better. He was less incoherent and managed to say a sentence without slurring his words too much. The same can’t be said for the rest of them. Harish, the best man, in conversation with me during the night said he had had a hellish nights sleep with Ritesh who had snored, farted and made so many visits to the toilet, he hadn’t slept well. He pointed out that even sharing a bed with Paresh would have been a better option with hindsight. I smiled wondering how good an option he thought it had been for me! I was beginning to think I might even get a repeat performance again.

When we rolled back into the budget hotel Paresh announced that he had bought a secret stash of cider for a “nightcap.” My gut feeling was that it was more like the final drink of dying men. Ritesh went to his room to pee and said he would be down in a minute and Harish, Paresh and I all headed to our room. The cider bottles were duly opened and we started to drink them.

Harish again regaled Paresh with his terrible night’s sleep with Ritesh, but Paresh was beyond caring and slowly faded into oblivion, bottle still in hand. Harish and I laughed and he took the bottle off him and knocked the whole lot back in one.

“I’ll help you get him to bed,” said Harish.

We started to strip Paresh until he was down to his boxer briefs and I went to cover him.

“I wonder what he’s got to offer Pinky?” he said.

Pinky was his fiancée.

“What do you mean?” I asked, wondering where this was going.

“Well he’s never going to show us what he’s got and he’s always bragging about his prowess so let’s check out his goods while he’s out of it.”

“What about Ritesh?” I asked.

“By now Ritesh will be dead to the world and snoring his head off,” said Harish.

Without any further ado, he started to pull off Paresh’s underwear. I stood slightly back and wondered what he was up to. Harish pulled Paresh’s pants right off revealing his decent sized balls and hefty, soft cock.

“He wasn’t lying was he,” said Harish. “C’mon Danish and help me get him stripped.”

He was having difficulty getting his briefs off his legs partly because he was pretty drunk himself so I walked over a little reluctantly and held his legs steady while Harish completed the job, leaving Paresh stark naked and snoring softly. I really wanted Paresh to myself but Harish was cute. He was smaller than both of us and slightly chunky without being fat.

Harish got to work as though I wasn’t there. He gripped Paresh’s soft cock and started to stroke it up and down. There was little success in getting it hard. I knew what might work but thought I would see how far he would go. He flopped Paresh’s cock back and forth.

“Thought we might have seen him stiff,” he said, “any ideas?”

“Oral sometimes works if you’re game.”

He looked at me then back to Paresh.

“Will you do it too?”

“I might,” said I.

He slumped down between Paresh’s legs, pushed them further apart and took Paresh’s cock in his left hand, his mouth quickly engulfing his cock. He didn’t look too much of a novice and he sucked and slurped, pulling Paresh’s foreskin back to reveal his sensitive glans. He looked at me to see my reaction so I smiled. I saw his right hand slip between his legs to squeeze his own cock.

“Do you want a piece of this?” he asked me.

I walked forward and as I went down on my knees, Harish stood up and gave me space. I took Paresh’s cock in my mouth and gave him my magic and out of the corner of my eye saw Harish unbutton his jeans and let them drop, followed by his hipsters. His cock was an average size uncut cock, about 6 inches in length and stiif as a board with a slight curve to the right. He wanked at he watched me and then moving forward pushed his own cock down towards where I was. I took it swiftly into my mouth.

“OMG that’s amazing,” he said as I sucked him. “Strip and let’s see what you have?”

I stood slowly as he watched me and stripped completely naked exposing my own stiff cock to Harish. Mine was thicker and about an inch longer than Harish’s and I got the feeling he was fascinated by the cocks around him. Still on his knees he put his hand behind my buttocks and pulled me towards him taking my cock in his mouth. Not the best suck ever but definitely erotic. I gasped and he took that as encouragement to really start to suck.

Once his jaws felt like they were aching I said, “Let’s get to work on Paresh.”

I went back to resurrect the wilting cock and Paresh, already having started to rise, grunted, tried to turn but couldn’t so slumped back and his cock started to gain some girth. I slurped as Harish wanked and watched.

“OMG that’s big isn’t it? What do we do now?”

I said to him, “This was you idea, what do you think we should do. I doubt you’ll ever get to do this again with him.”

“I don’t suppose we could bum fuck him?” he said.

“I think he would waken,” I replied.

“Well he can’t fuck me, I could never take that.”

He looked at me as he said it and suddenly I was very horny. The thought of my straight friend watching my other straight friend stick his cock up my arse was very exciting.

“Do you want me to try it?” I said.

“Could you?”

“I’ll try.”

“Fuck this is going to be something,” said Harish, obviously fulfilling a long held fantasy about watching one guy fuck another.

I went to the bathroom and brought back a pack of condoms and lube. I slowly opened the condom and peeled it on to Paresh’s cock. I then lubed my arse and spent a few moments keeping Paresh’s cock stiff while I sat with a leg on each side of him facing Danish and lowered myself on his upright rod. Just gently sat down taking his cock in one steady downward motion while Danish, now naked, watched and wanked uttering expletives.

I started to ride Paresh and like the previous night his cock responded with gentle upward thrusts as I went along. I did this for about fifteen minutes and Danish just looked and wanked.

Suddenly he said, “Can I fuck you?”

“You bet you can,” I replied.

I climbed off Paresh, turned around and the bent forward over Paresh, my arse in the air as Danish pulled a condom on and I took Paresh’s condom off, engulfing his cock with my mouth. I had to adjust my position but finally, in a standing doggy fashion Danish entered me and took both my hips in his hand as he fucked me hard. He was like a horny terrier. His cock would slip out and he would stab around in the air until it went back in. The speed of the fucking was breakneck and slightly rough. I gobbled Paresh for all it was worth and sensed a slight restlessness as he moved slightly whimpered and his cock seemed to expand in my mouth.

Paresh’s cock exploded and he grunted, probably coming to consciousness only briefly as his seed filled my mouth with his wonderful, heterosexual semen. I gulped and groaned as I swallowed and I assumed Danish knew what was happening as he tensed, grunted and fired his salvo into my arse. I swear I could feel the force of his cum as it shot up the full length of his cock. It took me no more than five strokes to fire my own load over the bedspread.

“Fucking Hell,” said Danish. “That was the best fuck of my life.”

“Thank you, kind sir,” I said.

He smiled and started to look a little awkward. I grabbed some tissue and proceeded to mop up the mess, taking the condom off Danish, its full load looking very sizeable, and carefully filling it with water to flush it down the toilet. We both pulled Paresh into a more sensible position and replaced his underwear.

Danish said, “I’d better get back to my room.”

“I thought Ritesh snored,” I said.

“He does,” said Danish.

“I don’t,” I replied.

He looked at me for a moment, his face looking very confused, then smiled, took his briefs back off and said, “Good.”