Gay porn story of tales of a horny man: 6
Threesome gay story: Hello everyone my name is Paikhomba; born and raised in the beautiful state of Manipur. I’m 30, already passed my quarter-life crisis, 6’4, quite fit and muscular; presently working in a bank in Australia, identify myself as GAY. I already have quite a fair share of “relations” in my life, although it was mainly about lust than love. Well welcome to my journey.
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CHAPTER 6: APPRECIATION DINNER: 1
During dinner I was just replaying the scene that I just had with Mr Haque. How my growing monster dick felt wrapped around his warm and wet mouth, how his man-hole taste like and the sweaty and hunky smell of him. I was getting a raging hard-on, just as I reached my dorm; I went straight to washroom, slid down my pants and start wanking my dick, eyes closed remembering Mr Haque.
With spit on my palm, my fingers wrapped around my cock, already pulsating with each passing second, I start moving my hands up and down the length of my cock, “prrrooookkkk… prrrooookkkk pprrrrroookkk”. After few minutes, I feel my balls spiking up, let out a loud moan and release my hot man juice all over the toilet walls.
JULY 2005
Days passed by, and finally Sunday arrives. I was feeling jitty and excited all day thinking about how it will feel to be with Mr Haque. He had already invited me over to come at his residence inside the school perimeter at around 5. I got ready and reached his quarter by 4:55, go up to his door and rang his bell.
Behind the door was shirtless Mr Haque, with wet black curly hair and dark brown eyes, a short towel wrapped around his crotch but a visible bulge was staring right at me, his stature look more sexy and built today.
“I’m glad you have made it, Paikhomba.”
“Thank you, Sir, ummm… Mr Haque,” I mumble as I step into the quarter.
“Oh, stop it, Paikhomba,” I hear his voice behind me as I walk towards the couch. “Just Abdul. I’m sure you can be comfortable with my first name, especially after our “incident” in the office?”
“Ummm… yes… Sir, I mean, Abdul, Sir,” and we both laugh at my embarrassed muttering and stuttering.
I sat down the sofa while he went inside to get ready, came out with a striking navy blue suit, white crisped shirt and a blue tie. I was just staring (well, gasping) at him without realising him coming up to me, pushed my gaping mouth up and landed me with a kiss.
“Are we going somewhere? Aren’t we eating here?”
“Oh sorry… didn’t I tell you? We are eating at the principal’s residence.” He smirked. “What? Why? Did I do something wrong?” was all I could get out, my anxiety was through the roof.
He stared at me right in the eyes, came up near my ears, “You did something right, that’s why.”
I was shocked, like utterly shocked. I was already imagining the intimacy I will get that day, expecting me on my knees servicing old and monster dicks.
We reached the residence of the principal, rang the bell, Principal Sikhwander opened the door, with a crisp full black tuxedo,
“Welcome to my residence! And thank you for the leadership you showed during the National Championship, and bringing the Basketball trophy.”
“Oh shit, that was the reason.” I thought to myself, mortified that I was imagining a bad, bad thing.
Principal Sikhwander is the principal of Sainik School that year. He is a married person with 3 kids, 56, 6’2 with a big build, most of the time in the gym, packing a long monster. I used to wander how it would feel with him, crushing hard on him during parades and assemblies. I couldn’t even remember how many times Principal Sikhwander made me jerk off thinking about him up my ass.
Principal Sikhwander led us to his dining room, with dishes laid out across the table. Principal Sikhwander and Abdul pour whiskey for themselves, I looked around his house. The place is very pleasant, very academic, and very intellectual. Wow! There is a couch and a large-screen flat TV, a centre table with some flowers in the middle.
There is also a wooden bookcase full of books, ceiling high. Well that really turned me on, being how nerdy I was.
We ate the dinner; it was simple and was really delicious. So we were supposed to eat ice-cream for the dessert, I went up to the fridge, took out the ice-cream and was scooping it out into three bowls, when Principal Sikhwander came inside the kitchen.
“Is everything okay, dear?” he wrapped his hand around my shoulder.
I shiver at his touch. I also blush. “Fuck! What is this?” I am behaving like a star-struck teenager! But I cannot control the reactions of my body any more than I can control the quivering dick inside my khaki shorts.
When I answer with a low grunt, Principal Sikhwander moves his arm and places it around my hip. He moves closer and his crotch brushes lightly on my hip.
Oh, my God! This man is coming on to me when I should be the one. Without a word, I turn around to face him, and he runs his hand over my face cheek and rests it on the side of my neck. I must have looked beet-red in the face. He slowly bends and tentatively touches the corner of my mouth with his lips.
“Bbutttt, Sssir…” I stammer confusedly.
“Shhh…” He whispers.
He presses harder on me as he declares this revelation. He presses his lips at my neck as he grinds onto my hip. I can feel his erection. Fuck me! I am melting inside, and little me hardens in my jeans. He moves one of his hands and rubs my crotch. I am trembling with desire, but I am also taken totally by surprise.
Although I have fantasized about having sex with this hot principal, I have never in my wildest fantasies considered that anything real will come out of it. He is not only a fucking principal, but he also looks so straight and has a family and so fucking unattainable.
The only response I am able to make is moaning deep down my throat. His lips rub on my neck and I can feel the grazing of his beard on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. His stroking of my cock shaft through the khaki fabric makes my knees go weak. I can barely stand up straight; I can barely breathe. His erection is prodding my hip as he grinds.
I take in his masculine scent, still faintly of the evening after shave or whatever. I take in his body heat as he plasters it on me, engulfing me, surrounding me, overwhelming me, devastating me.
“What am I to do?” My mind is in a whirl. Inside me is an over-sexed young man who cannot resist any opportunity of an encounter, which will eventually end up in bed. As I regain my composure, I kneel in front of Principal Sikhwander who is still standing by the counter, his breathing deep and fast and unbuckle his belt, keeping my eyes gazing at his.
Slowly, I unzip his tuxedo and pull them down to his ankles. I run my hand over his bulge inside his tight boxers.
Principal Sikhwander is showing an impressive tool. I press my lips up and down through the cotton fabric. His cock head is already leaking and there is a spot of wetness right under the waist band of his boxers. I bite around the hard meat and it throbs against my lips.
I can barely believe that the body that I have been fantasizing about all the years is right there, separated by flimsy cotton. I lick. He tastes heavenly.
Pulling his underwear down, I watch his hard cock spring out. I lose no time in engulfing the mushroomed cock head between my lips. Principal Sikhwander arches his back and moans. His cock is cut and erects at perhaps 10 inch. I press my lips and lick around the head, tasting the pre-cum oozing out of his cock slit.
When I start sliding down over the long shaft, he moans louder. Halfway down, I start fighting back the gagging reflex and breathing through my nose. My hand is gripping the base of his cock and his balls. The other hand is holding tight onto his hairy and muscled thigh.
I swallow a couple more centimetres of this man-cock and my gagging recedes. My tongue is still flicking round his cock head as I drive down to the base. I smell his man scent exuding heat and sexual lust through his thick, black pubic hair.
I inhale and press my lips more tightly around the base. His cock is throbbing inside my throat. He grinds and moans as he holds my head by the ears.
And then he starts fucking my face. His thrusts are slow and long. He pulls out all the way till just the head is at my lips, then, slowly, holding my ears with both hands, he pushes inside my mouth and down my throat until he feels my breathing in his pubes and my lips around the base.
When again I start to gag with this pressure at my throat, I relax my lips and help the breathing through my nose.
He pumps. Hard! Deep! I struggle to pull off this punishment, but his hands on my head and my lust to please him stop me. I let him use—abuse? Misuse?—my face. His thrusting becomes faster, his breathing deeper, and his moaning louder.
I fondle his balls and rub at their base backwards into his crack pressing at the sensitive spot there. He freezes deep inside my throat, his hand forcefully keeping my face buried into his crotch, and he explodes.
I try to swallow the warm cum as it squirts down into my stomach. Some of it starts to seep through my lips and I feel it trickle down onto my chin. After the initial explosion, he releases his hold on my head and moves in and out of my mouth as more squirts shoot from his throbbing cock.
Finally, he pulls out. I look up at his face, and he gives me this satisfied oh-thank-you-for-sucking-my-dick smile. As I stand up, my erected cock hurts with the pressure against my shorts. He slips up his pants, grabs the bowls of ice-cream and went towards the door. I turn around and saw Abdul standing at the door jerking off.
I found out later on that they were already planning on banging my ass together today. Principal Sikhwander fooled me with his professionalism; about the championship.
Principal Sikhwander took Abdul’s dick and directed him to his bedroom. I followed them excitedly. I sit at the edge of the king-size bed, with Abdul by my side naked waist down. I am very nervous, but at the same time horny. After locking the door, Principal Sikhwander is standing just near the door looking so sexy.
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My heart jumps when he pulls off the tuxedo. He approaches me slowly, allowing me to study his chest. Yes, very flat, for his age. His six-pack abs is nicely pronounced. He has a black thatch of hair in the middle of his chest, and a trail down to… What!
The top button of his pants is undone, revealing the thickening trail, inviting, sexy! This man is a dream, I think, and at least for this evening, he is mine. Or am I his? Who gives a damn? I know that I am about to have an unforgettable experience.
Principal Sikhwander picked out a cigarette box, opens it and offers to both of us, “Smoke, anyone?” Abdul grabbed two, gave me one, I declined, “No sir, I mean… I mean Abdul.” I’m still so flustered with this unusual, to say the least, encounter with these oldies, I mean hot oldies.
I couldn’t control myself anymore; I just wanna be naked and service both monsters with my wet and horny self. I turned to Abdul who is sitting right beside me, pulled him in and kissed him. We kissed for a few moments; I pulled away and turned to Principal Sikhwander who is just staring at us at the door.
“What are you doing?” I asked, perplexed. “Come over here.”
