Indian Gay sex story — That’s what friends are for – Part 1

Indian Gay sex story — That’s what friends are for — Part 1

“I mean, girls mess around every once in a while when they’re really horny… but guys are always that horny! Why don’t they fool around with each other?” Shweta asked.

“Because, I don’t know… because it’s gay, I guess…” Paresh answered, realizing it sounded stupid. He supposed it was mainly the stigma of having sex with a guy that kept most guys from having sex with each other. Not that he ever really fantasized of having sex with any of his guy friends.

“But all I’m saying Paresh, is that it would make so much sense. Guys always bitch to each other about not getting any action, when they could easily give it to each other! I mean, you suck your friend’s dick, he sucks yours. Then you’re both happy,” Shweta said, like it was that simple.

“Right,” Kamal added, “but what Paresh’s saying is that most guys don’t want to have done something that society sees as “gay”, even if no one else will ever find out to even be able to judge them. There’s so much more stigma put on two guys messing around for fun than two girls. Two girls do it, they’re “experimenting” or just playing around. Two guys do it, they must be gay.”

“Well yeah, I guess you two have a point. But don’t I also have a point?” Shweta asked Paresh.

As it sometimes does with groups of friends that include both guys and girls, the conversation had turned sexual fast. Paresh couldn’t even remember how they got onto the subject. But what could he expect, being one of two guys that was spending the night at their female friend’s house. Shweta’s parents were out of town for the weekend, and she had asked if Paresh and Kamal, her ex-boyfriend and Paresh’s best friend, had wanted to come over and hang out that night.

“I mean… well yeah… I guess it would be great to be able to have sex with your friends. It would be freakin’ awesome, actually… I mean just think about it – no strings attached sex whenever you feel like it. But I still feel that society feels one way, and it would be way too risky for a guy to bring up the subject of fucking his guy friend to that friend,” Paresh said, grinning.

“Well,” Shweta said, “we’re all friends here. None of us feel the way that “society” supposedly does. And Kamal here thinks you’re pretty cute,” she said, tracing her fingernails from Paresh’s knee up his thigh, then back down. Paresh suddenly felt his heart speed up, feeling both horny and confused at the same time. It seemed like Shweta was both hitting on him and insinuating something about him and Kamal.

“Shweta, wait… what?” Paresh said, enjoying the way her hand on his thigh made him feel.

Shweta continued to rub him, moving her hand to Paresh’s hardening crotch and running her palm over the bulge that represented the head of his penis. “Friends can make each other feel good… it’s fun,” she said, getting to her knees in front of Paresh on the floor and unzipping his fly. “I want to make you feel good,” she said as she extracted his member from the fly of his shorts and gave a short lick to the underside of his helmet as Paresh tentatively moaned, “and you and Kamal should consider making each other feel good, too. We talked about it the other night, and we think it will be fun. I think it would be hot to watch, and Kamal’s definitely not going to judge you,” she said, laughing before she enveloped Paresh’s cock head back into her warm mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip.

A lot of ideas were circulating through Paras’s head. Fuck, Shweta’s mouth felt good on him. He had been attracted to her for a long time, even back when Kamal was “straight” and they were dating. Even after they broke up, Paras knew that Kamal and Shweta were still fucking, so it’s not like he could make a move on her then, either. But now she was sucking his cock and telling him that Kamal wanted to have sex with him. Would he? He had essentially just said that the only reason he wouldn’t have sex with another guy is that it would feel gay and that somebody might find out. Both of these were stupid excuses in this situation, and Paras knew it.

Paras returned his attention to Shweta and realized that Kamal was now next to her, shirtless. Shweta lowered her mouth to Paras’s balls, taking one completely into her wet mouth. Kamal enveloped the head of Paras’s dick into his mouth. Paras was shocked at first and tensed up, but soon relaxed as he was overcome with the pleasure of having two mouths, two hot tongues pleasuring him. Kamal’s mouth felt no different that Shweta’s, he realized. It was just a mouth. And it felt phenomenal.

As Shweta released Paresh’s balls from her mouth and smiled up at him, Kamal took over and began giving Paresh the best blowjob of his young life. Shweta helped Paresh out of his jeans, then stood and removed his shirt. She removed her own shirt and jeans, then straddled Paresh’s waist on the couch. “Are you having fun yet?” she said softly into his ear before licking around it and planting soft kisses at the side of his neck. Paresh laughed as he let out a groan of pleasure, “That’s an understatement.”

Shweta giggled and removed her bra, allowing her perky teenage breasts to hang directly in front of Paresh’s face. He wrapped his hands around her back and grabbed her shoulder blades as their mouths latched onto each other. They kissed several times before Paresh moved his attentions to her pert nipples, allowing himself to suck on the mounds that he had been craving for so long. After a bit, Paresh noticed that Kamal had removed his mouth from his dick. Shweta negotiated Paresh into a reclined position, laying lengthwise on the couch as she continued making out with him. Paresh looked up to see Kamal again, naked and erect. As Shweta noticed this, she hopped off of Paresh to allow Kamal to hop on. Kamal turned his body towards Paresh’s feet so he could resume the blowjob. This left Paresh staring eye to eye with Kamal’s large, erect penis. As he lay on the couch, his breathing began to pick up a little bit. Here he was, getting his dick sucked from one of his best friends, with his friend’s dick hanging about an inch away from his mouth. He knew what was expected of him, what he should do… what he even kind wanted to do. At least out of curiosity.

“Well, Paresh…?” Shweta coaxed, smiling, “Aren’t you going to return the favor??”

The more Paresh thought about it, there was absolutely no reason not to. And he was in the middle of it now. He couldn’t stop. Paresh reached in front of his face to take hold of his friend’s hard cock. He wrapped his hand around it, feeing a little weird but a lot turned on. Kamal silently grinned as he was licking Paresh’s cock, enjoying the feeling of his own cock in Paresh’s hand and knowing he was about to really enjoy what he hope was coming next. Kamal slowly began to lower his hips, advancing the tip of his rock hard dick closer toward Paresh’s lips. Paresh closed his eyes, knowing he had to just go for it, and extended his tongue, swirling it around his friend’s swollen helmet. Kamal moaned, sending vibrations to Paresh’s dick. Kamal’s moan made Paresh feel a little bit more at ease, and empowered by the pleasurable feelings he knew he was giving him. They silently sucked each other as Paresh experimented with what he thought might feel good to his friend.

Shweta watched her friends, the two boys connected penis to mouth, mouth to penis at each end of the couch. Kamal was obviously enjoying the realization of the opportunity that he had been waiting for to get his sexy friend’s sexy cock in his mouth, but Shweta was pleasantly surprised that Paresh seemed to really be getting into it as well. Shweta watched as he gently bobbed his head back and forth on Kamal’s stick in an attempt to gulp down as much of his cock as possible. Paresh had one hand on Kamal’s ass and the other was cupping his big balls. Shweta was getting really turned on watching her two friends suck each other off. She took a seat on a comfy chair near the couch and let one hand fall to her crotch. As she watched the boys she grazed a finger across her pussy and felt its wetness. She dipped her forefinger into herself. It felt so good to have something inside her. She wiggled the finger around, then withdrew it. She removed her panties to get better access. Since the boys were busy with each other at the moment, she figured she would just have to take care of herself. She used two fingers to rub her clit, occasionally dipping a finger back inside herself. She lazily tweaked one of her nipples with the other hand, enjoying the sensations she was giving herself as she watched her personal sex show.

Shweta was enjoying the show on several levels. It was really hot watching two good-looking boys go at it, pleasuring each other with their hands and tongues and mouths. Especially since they both seemed to be enjoying it so much. And although she had been the one to convince Paresh that the taboo of gay sex was absurd, that element of taboo made the show all that more exciting. She also had a personal connection with both of the boys. They were both her friends, and she had dated Kamal for a long time. She had, as of a few minutes ago, sucked both of those dicks as well.

Shweta could tell that Kamal’s efforts on Paresh were beginning to pay off. Paresh now had Kamal’s cock out of his mouth and was grasping it in his hand, periodically running his tongue down the shaft and around the head. Paresh was obviously distracted though, and Shweta guessed he was about to cum. She could tell that Kamal knew this too, as his efforts had doubled. Kamal bobbed his head up and down on Paresh’s shaft faster now, taking more and more of his length into his throat until the whole thing was buried inside him. Paresh closed his eyes and stopped working on Kamal now that his orgasm had taken over. His mouth was slightly open and he was breathing fast. He felt the familiar feeling building up inside his balls as he neared his climax, his sperm ready to shoot. Finally, he groaned as the first jet of cum exploded from his cock into the back of Kamal’s throat. Kamal continued to suck and swirl his tongue around his friend’s cock head as more and more of Paresh’s cum filled his mouth. Kamal gulped down the load once to make room for more. Paresh’s hips involuntarily bucked as his orgasm subsided and the last ropes of semen spurted into Kamal’s willing mouth. Kamal swallowed one last time before releasing Paresh’s slowly softening cock from the hot depths of his mouth. He used his tongue to clean the last drop from Paresh’s cock hole.

 

To be continued ….