Gay Bedtime Fiction Stories

A level up to the nostalgia we all have for the bed time stories...In the childhood these stories helped us sleep peacefully but now in the adulthood lets share fiction gay stories which not let our *** sleep

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No Picture Cryptic	Posted On Apr 9, 2026 Anyone remember a yahoo group called Hindigay stories with a writer called Ambar? Those were hot
vanju1 *	Posted On Apr 9, 2026 @Cryptic - it is such a delight to come across someone who has read Ambar's stories. I had saved a large collection of them but unfortunately lost them along with my email ID. I still have a few stories from that Yahoo group and would be happy to share them here for your reading pleasure if you want. Those were the days! Ambar's stories were better than watching ***.
No Picture All4unme *	Posted On Apr 9, 2026 @vanuj1 please share
No Picture Jac_sparow	Posted On Apr 10, 2026 Vellamma also hot comics if any have read that too
No Picture Auroling83	Posted On Apr 10, 2026 Used to read Maturegaystories a series of stories mostly of father son incest - one of the longest stories is "Construction workers son" - a story about a construction worker, his son, his boyfriend and his sons boyfriend - all 4 together finally become a family after a lot of encounters between each of them as pairs and groups. I read it in 2009.
No Picture Funandfriends	Posted On Apr 10, 2026 Its awesome to see a thread on gay *** stories discussion. I have been reading the same on FB. I my self is author of gay Marathi gay *** stories You can search on Google gay Marathi *** stories by Kulesh on wordpress
No Picture Intense_watcher	Posted On Apr 10, 2026 So I take the initiative and post the 1st short story here.....and i request others as well to please volunteer with your stories 🙏🏻😁
No Picture Intense_watcher	Posted On Apr 10, 2026 The air in my friend Rohan’s village was thick, not just with the pre-Holi excitement, but with a different kind of energy that made my skin prickle. I’d arrived a day early, a bit nervous, to his grandparents’ sprawling ancestral home. Rohan, always the charmer, introduced me to his crew – a bunch of guys who looked like they’d wrestled bulls for fun. Their laughter was loud, their bodies solid, and my own shy, almost effeminate demeanor felt like a neon sign flashing ‘target’. They teased me, their words playful but with an undercurrent that hinted at something more. “Dekh Rohan, tera naya dost kitna nazuk hai!” they’d boom, ruffling my hair, their hands rough but not unkind, yet. I’d blush, stammering weak replies, feeling like a little bird in a nest of eagles. My body, I knew, was softer, more rounded than their lean, muscular frames. My movements were more fluid, less angular, and in their presence, I felt acutely aware of my curves, my smooth skin, my general lack of ruggedness. Holi morning dawned, a riot of color and boisterous shouts. We headed to the river, the water a cool promise against the rising heat. The playful teasing of yesterday vanished, replaced by a raw, primal energy. This wasn’t just about colors; this was about Kapde Faad Holi, the legendary ‘clothes-ripping’ Holi. I saw it happen to Rohan’s friends first. With whoops and hollers, they descended on each other, tearing shirts, ripping kurtas, until only their underwear remained, clinging to their sweaty, muscular bodies. It was a spectacle of pure, unadulterated masculinity, a display of sheer, uninhibited manhood. Then, their attention turned to me. A slow, knowing smile spread across Rohan’s face, and I saw it reflected in the eyes of his friends. They didn’t just want to color me; they wanted to strip me bare. The playful nudges turned into firm grips. Rohan’s friend, Ajay, a mountain of a man with a chest like a barrel, grabbed my kurta. His touch was surprisingly gentle at first, then firm, insistent. “Aaj toh tu puri tarah rangeen hoga, mere yaar!” (Today you will be completely colored, my friend!) he grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. My thin cotton kurta was no match for their collective strength. With a series of triumphant rips, it was gone, falling in tatters around my waist. A collective whoop went up. I tried to cover myself, my hands instinctively going to my chest, but their hands were on me, strong and unyielding. They were all around me now, a circle of virile men, their bodies glistening with sweat and color. My undershirt was next, ripped from my shoulders with a force that left me breathless. I felt exposed, vulnerable, my softer body trembling under their intense gaze. They were all so big, so powerful. Their muscles rippled with every movement, their chests broad, their arms thick. They smelled of sweat, earth, and the intoxicating scent of Holi colors. And here I was, in my flimsy underwear, feeling like a delicate flower caught in a storm. “Ab teri baari hai!” (Now it’s your turn!) another one of Rohan’s friends, Vikram, a man with a beard that framed a rugged face, declared. He grabbed the waistband of my underwear, his fingers strong and deliberate. I felt a surge of panic, but also a strange, thrilling surrender. There was no escape, and honestly, a part of me was curious, even excited by the sheer audacity of it all. With a final, decisive tug, my underwear was pulled down, falling away to join the discarded clothes on the riverbank. I stood there, completely naked, the cool river breeze caressing my skin. The men’s eyes raked over me, from my soft, rounded belly to my slender thighs, my exposed chest and nipples. There was no judgment, only a raw, appreciative hunger. Their gazes were intense, consuming, making me feel both incredibly exposed and strangely powerful. They didn't stop there. They pushed me, not roughly, but with a playful dominance, towards the river. The water splashed around my ankles, then my knees. They were all around me, their bodies brushing against mine, their touch sending shivers down my spine. The playful glints in their eyes were now mixed with a more primal desire. I could feel their heat, their sheer masculine energy radiating towards me. This was no longer just Holi. This was something far more intense, far more erotic, and I was at the center of it all, completely bare and utterly at their mercy. The village, the river, the vibrant colors – it all blurred into a haze of sensation, a wild, untamed celebration of flesh and desire, with me as the ultimate prize.
No Picture Cryptic	Posted On Apr 10, 2026 @vanju1 yes, those were the days. Please share them if it's not a bother.
vanju1 *	Posted On Apr 10, 2026 I have had several requests to submit the collection of stories I have here. I recall I had submitted them a few years ago, so some of the stories will mere be a repetition. You may check out the following link to read the stories posted earlier: https://www.ohmojo.com/cruisingspot.aspx?CruisingSpotID=12532&startrow=1
No Picture kaasmi	Posted On Apr 10, 2026 I studied in a boarding school at Pravara Nagar from 5th to 12th and there use to be a weekly newsletter kind thing for adult stories, it was named Blue apple. It had all kinds of stories and that's how I got to know about M2M ***.
No Picture AshishVT	Posted On Apr 11, 2026 I used to read savita bhabhi comics and image what if Savita bhabhi had a *** , it would be so hot to imagine savita bhabhi as shemale
No Picture sunlove	Posted On Apr 11, 2026 There used to be a book called Madhur Kathayein which I used to enjoy reading in library.
No Picture Intense_watcher	Posted On Apr 11, 2026 The Night of Power-cut It was one of those sticky, sweltering nights in the Dharavi slums of Mumbai. The power had gone out hours ago, leaving everything pitch black except for the faint glow of a few kerosene lamps flickering in distant shanties. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, street food grease, and the distant honk of autorickshaws that never seemed to stop. In a tiny one-room shack patched together with corrugated tin and plastic sheets, lived Aryan a 19-year-old gay twink with a body that turned heads even in the crowded gullies. Aryan was slim and smooth-skinned, his lithe frame barely 5'6" tall, with a perky *** that jiggled just right when he walked. His dark hair fell in soft waves over his forehead, and his full lips always seemed parted, like he was begging for a kiss. He had that innocent boyish face, big brown eyes that sparkled with mischief, but underneath, he was a *** little *** craving ***. Living alone since his folks moved to the village, Aryan spent his nights jerking off to fantasies of rough men taking him hard. Tonight, the heat was unbearable. Aryan lay on his thin mattress, shirtless in just a pair of tight white shorts that hugged his bubble butt and outlined his semi-hard ***. Sweat glistened on his soft feminine chest and trailed down to his navel. He fanned himself with an old newspaper, his mind wandering to the local goons who ruled the lanes—the kind of tough desi badmash who eyed him like fresh meat. Little did he know, they were about to make his dirtiest dreams come true. The goons were a pack of four street-smart thugs from the neighborhood: Raju, the leader, a 28-year-old beast with a ripped body from years of brawling and lifting scrap. His broad shoulders strained against his faded vest, dark chest hair peeking out, and his thick thighs filled out his lungi like tree trunks. Raju's *** was legendary—eight inches of veiny, uncut meat that hung heavy between his legs, always ready to bully a tight hole. Then there was Vicky, 25, lean but muscled like a wrestler, with a cocky grin and a hairy treasure trail leading down to his seven-inch girthy shaft, pierced at the tip for extra thrill. He loved face-*** boys until they gagged. Sunny, the youngest at 22, had a smooth, toned body with abs that flexed when he laughed, his six-inch *** thick as a beer can and always leaking precum. He was the playful one, slapping *** and pinching nipples. Last was Babu, 30, the burly one with a beer gut but arms like iron bars, his nine-inch monster *** dark and curved, balls hanging low and full, smelling of musk and sweat from a day of loitering. The power cut had everyone on edge, and the goons were bored, knocking back cheap daaru in the alley. 'Arre, yaar, garmi se mar jaaunga,' Raju grumbled, wiping sweat from his brow. Vicky smirked, 'Dekh, us chhote Aryan ka ghar. Saala, roz uski *** hilti hai dekh ke. Aaj raat power gone, perfect time to have some fun.' They laughed, their *** twitching at the thought. With the darkness as cover, they slipped towards Aryan's shack, hearts pounding with lust. Aryan heard the rustle outside and sat up, his heart racing. 'Kaun hai?' he called softly, but before he could move, the door flap burst open. Raju stepped in first, his silhouette massive in the dim moonlight filtering through cracks. 'Chup, kutte,' he growled, grabbing Aryan's arm. The twink froze, a mix of fear and excitement flooding him as the others piled in, filling the tiny space with their manly stench. Vicky flicked on a small torch from his pocket, shining it on Aryan's trembling body. 'Wah, kya maal hai. Dekho iski *** kitni tight lagti hai.' Aryan stammered, 'Bhaiya, please... kya kar rahe ho?' But his eyes dropped to the bulges in their pants, his own *** hardening traitorously. Sunny chuckled, 'Arre, tu toh ready hai already. Shorts mein *** khada ho gaya.' They surrounded him like wolves, Raju yanking Aryan's shorts down in one rough pull, exposing his smooth, hairless *** and his five-inch *** standing straight up, tip glistening. Raju shoved Aryan to his knees. 'Chal, pehle humara *** choos.' He untied his lungi, his massive *** springing free, slapping against Aryan's cheek. The twink gasped at the heat and size, inhaling the salty, sweaty aroma. Without waiting, Aryan opened his *** and *** the head in, tongue swirling around the foreskin. Raju groaned, 'Haan, aise hi, saale.' He thrust forward, *** Aryan's face deep, balls smacking his chin. Aryan gagged but loved it, saliva dripping down his chin as he bobbed, hands reaching to stroke the shaft. Vicky wasn't patient. He stripped off his shirt, revealing his hairy chest, and pulled out his pierced ***. 'Mera bhi, randi.' Aryan turned, alternating between the two, *** Vicky's *** while jerking Raju. The piercing scraped his tongue deliciously, making him moan. Sunny and Babu watched, stroking themselves. Sunny's thick *** throbbed in his fist, precum oozing. 'Ab *** khol,' Babu ordered, flipping Aryan onto all fours on the mattress. The air was electric with grunts and wet slurps. Vicky knelt behind, spitting on Aryan's pink hole. 'Kitni chhoti aur tight hai.' He rubbed his cockhead against it, then pushed in slow. Aryan cried out, 'Ahh, bhaiya, dard ho raha!' But his body betrayed him, pushing back. Vicky sank balls-deep, the piercing hitting Aryan's prostate, making stars explode in his vision. He started pounding, hips slapping Aryan's *** cheeks, 'Le, saali, le mera ***.' Raju grabbed Aryan's hair, feeding him his *** again. 'Dono taraf se *** rahe hain tujhe.' Aryan was in heaven, *** full, *** stretched, the pain melting into pure pleasure. Sunny slid under him, *** Aryan's nipples hard, biting them until they reddened. 'Tera doodh nahi, par yeh toh tasty hai.' He licked down to Aryan's ***, taking it in his *** and *** greedily while Vicky *** away. Babu couldn't wait. He tapped Vicky out, 'Mera turn.' Vicky pulled out with a pop, *** stringing from Aryan's gaping hole. Babu positioned his curved monster, slamming in without mercy. 'Fad dunga teri ***!' The curve hit new spots, making Aryan scream around Raju's ***. Babu rutted like a bull, sweat pouring off his gut onto Aryan's back, his heavy balls slapping rhythmically. They rotated, each goon taking turns in Aryan's *** while he blew the others. Sunny went next, his thick *** stretching Aryan wider, pounding fast and shallow. 'Haan, zor se choos, Babu bhai.' Aryan deepthroated Babu's nine-incher, throat bulging, tears streaming but eyes wild with lust. Raju jerked off watching, then joined, making Aryan lick his balls, *** one into his *** while tonguing the wrinkled skin. The gangbang intensified. Vicky lay down, pulling Aryan onto his *** reverse cowgirl style. Aryan bounced, *** cheeks spreading wide, taking every inch. Raju stood in front, *** his ***. Sunny and Babu flanked, making him jerk their *** with both hands. 'Milk kar, saale,' Sunny panted. The shack echoed with moans, skin slapping, and dirty Hindi curses. 'Teri *** mein mera ras bhar dunga,' Raju grunted. Aryan was lost, body on fire. His own *** leaked nonstop, untouched but throbbing. Vicky thrust up hard, '*** inside me, bhaiya!' That set them off. Vicky exploded first, hot spurts filling Aryan's ***. 'Le mera maal!' Aryan clenched, milking him. Raju pulled out and shot ropes across Aryan's face, *** dripping into his open ***. 'Pee jaa.' Sunny and Babu followed, Sunny cumming on Aryan's chest, Babu pulling out to paint his *** cheeks white. But they weren't done. Flipping Aryan onto his back, Raju slid back into the ***-slick hole, *** the mess deeper. Vicky fingered Aryan's hole around Raju's pistoning ***, adding to the squelch. Raju roared, adding his second load inside, mixing with Vicky's. They collapsed in a heap, *** still twitching, bodies entangled in sweat and ***. As the power flickered back on dimly, the goons dressed, slapping Aryan's *** one last time. 'Kal phir aayenge. Aryan lay there, exhausted, hole leaking, a grin on his ***-smeared face.
No Picture starrynight007	Posted On Apr 12, 2026 @Cryptic I remember. those were golden days
No Picture Intense_watcher	Posted On Apr 13, 2026 The Aiport Security Check Rohan fidgeted in the bustling queue at Mumbai's Airport, his heart pounding like a dhol at a wedding procession. He was 22, a shy gay boy from a small town near Pune, heading to his best friend Arjun's shaadi in Delhi. Rohan had that soft, feminine vibe—curvy hips that swayed just a bit when he walked, a fluffy chest with light fuzz peeking from his kurta collar, and a rounded *** that filled out his slim-fit jeans perfectly, like ripe mangoes begging to be squeezed. His skin was smooth and golden, face boyish with plump lips and doe eyes that darted nervously. Underneath his clothes, his five-inch *** twitched at the thought of the trip, but he kept his head down, avoiding the stares from other passengers. 'Bas, jaldi ho jaaye,' he muttered to himself, wiping sweat from his brow in the humid terminal air mixed with chai and samosa smells. Finally, it was his turn. He placed his bag on the conveyor and stepped through the metal detector there was no beep. But an officer at the side waved his hand scanner over him as part of the random manual check. Rohan stood still, arms out, as he ran the device along his body. It hummed softly until it reached his midsection, where it let out a sharp, insistent beep. Rohan's heart skipped. 'Kya hua?' he asked softly, voice trembling. The officer frowned, checking the scanner. 'Yeh glitching kar raha hai aaj, extra sensitive lag raha. Sir, aapko alag se check karna padega,' he said, nodding to the tall security hunk nearby. That hunk was Vikram, a 30-year-old desi dream—towering at 6'2", with dark skin stretched over rippling muscles that made his uniform shirt cling like a second skin. His broad chest heaved with each breath, dark stubble shadowing a strong jaw, and those pants hugged thighs like tree trunks, with a noticeable bulge that sent a secret thrill through Rohan. Vikram's deep brown eyes locked on him, a spark of something more than duty flickering there. 'Chalo, bhai. Side room mein proper check karte hain. Yeh scanner aaj pareshan kar raha hai,' Vikram said, his voice low and gravelly, like thunder rolling in from the monsoon. He placed a firm hand on Rohan's lower back, guiding him gently but insistently toward the small, private screening area tucked behind the checkpoints. The door shut with a soft click, sealing them in a cozy, dimly lit space. It wasn't the stark interrogation room which Rohan feared but it was just a simple metal table, a couple of chairs, a full-length mirror on one wall, and a faint hum from the airport beyond. The air felt warmer here, more personal, carrying Vikram's scent of musk and faint attar. Rohan swallowed hard, his fluffy chest rising quickly under his kurta. 'Sir, sach mein kuch nahi hai mere paas. Shayad scanner mein hi problem hai,' he pleaded softly, eyes downcast. Vikram leaned against the table, arms crossed over his massive chest, the fabric pulling tight across his pecs. 'Haan, glitch hi hoga, but protocol ke hisaab se full manual search karni padti hai. Tension mat le, jaldi khatam kar denge.' His gaze roamed Rohan's body slowly, lingering on the curve of his hips and the way his jeans hugged that rounded ***. 'Pehle kurta utaar de. Upper body check se shuru karte hain.' Rohan's fingers shook as he gripped the hem of his kurta, pulling it up inch by inch over his head. The fabric whispered off his skin, revealing his fluffy soft chest, light hair dusting his pecs, nipples already perking up in the cool air, hardening into dark peaks against his feminine curves. Vikram's breath hitched just a bit, his dark eyes darkening further. 'Wah, smooth body hai tera. Arms up kar.' Rohan obeyed, arms raised, feeling exposed and vulnerable as Vikram stepped closer. The officer's big, warm hands started at his shoulders, palms rough from years of duty, sliding down his arms with deliberate slowness. They brushed his sides, thumbs grazing the sensitive skin under his arms, sending shivers down Rohan's spine. 'Relax, yaar,' Vikram murmured, his voice dropping to an intimate whisper, hot breath fanning Rohan's ear. The hands moved to his fluffy chest, patting lightly at first, then pressing firmer, fingers splaying over the soft fuzz, circling those perky nipples without quite touching. Rohan bit his lip, a soft whimper escaping as heat bloomed in his core, his *** twitching in his jeans. 'Ab niche ka check,' Vikram said, his tone husky now, one hand lingering on Rohan's waist. 'Jeans khol.' Rohan's face burned, but the command in Vikram's voice made his body respond eagerly. He fumbled with the button, zipper rasping down slowly. The jeans slid over his curvy hips, pooling at his ankles before he kicked them off, standing in just his opaque white briefs. His rounded *** cheeks peeked out from the leg holes, plump and inviting, the fabric stretched tight over his semi-hard bulge. Vikram circled him like a predator, eyes devouring every inch. 'Bola na niche ka body check karna hai. Full access chahiye for manual check kyonki scanner glitch hai.' said Vikram in a firm and authoritative tone. With trembling hands, Rohan hooked his thumbs into the waistband and peeled the briefs down, his *** springing free—five inches of smooth, leaking need, bobbing against his thigh. His *** jiggled slightly as he bent to step out, the deep cleft between those rounded globes on full display. Now fully naked, Rohan's feminine curves were all Vikram's to inspect—soft waist flaring to hips, fluffy chest heaving with anticipation. Vikram's pants strained obviously now, his own arousal impossible to hide. 'Turn around, *** dikha properly,' he ordered softly, but there was a hungry edge to it. Rohan turned, hands on the table for support, arching his back just a little without meaning to. Vikram's hands started at his calves, kneading up the backs of his thighs, thumbs pressing into the sensitive inner skin. The touch was thorough, intimate—fingers tracing the curve of his *** cheeks, squeezing the plump flesh gently at first, then firmer, parting them slightly to expose his pink hole. 'Yeh scanner ne yahan beep kiya tha,' Vikram lied smoothly, his voice thick with lust, one finger brushing the puckered entrance. Rohan gasped, pushing back instinctively, his shy moans filling the quiet room. 'Sir... yeh... Kya kar rahe ho aap?.' Vikram chuckled low, pressing his body flush against Rohan's back, his hard ***—eight inches of thick, veiny heat—grinding into the cleft through his pants. 'Glitch ya mera dil? Tu itna tempting hai, control kaun karega?' The air crackled with tension as Vikram's hands roamed freely now, one sliding around to cup Rohan's fluffy chest, pinching a nipple hard enough to make him arch. The other dipped lower, wrapping around his leaking ***, stroking slowly, thumb smearing precum over the head. Rohan's knees buckled, but Vikram held him steady, lips brushing his neck. 'Chup reh, enjoy kar. Flight wait kar legi.' Their mouths met in a heated kiss, Vikram's tongue claiming Rohan's with wet, sloppy urgency, tasting of spice and desire. Rohan melted into it, hands reaching back to grip Vikram's thighs. Vikram spun him around, lifting him onto the table edge, legs spread wide. He dropped to his knees, face level with that rounded ***, and dove in—tongue flat and hot against the hole, lapping slow circles before probing inside. 'Mmm, garam aur tight,' he groaned, spitting to make it slicker, fingers joining to stretch him open. Rohan clutched the table, fluffy chest bouncing with each gasp, his *** dripping onto his belly. The intimacy built like a slow burn—Vikram's stubble scraping Rohan's cheeks, hands caressing those feminine curves, whispers of 'Aur le, baby' mixing with wet slurps. Rising, Vikram freed his monster—uncut shaft throbbing, foreskin back, head glistening. 'Chus, dikha kitna bhuka hai tu.' Rohan leaned forward eagerly, lips wrapping around the tip, *** deep with hollowed cheeks, tongue tracing veins. Saliva trailed down, wetting Vikram's balls as he guided Rohan's head, thrusting gently at first, then deeper. 'Haan, aise, teri zubaan jaadu hai.' Rohan's eyes locked on Vikram's, the mirror reflecting their heated connection, making it all feel even more personal. The kink ramped up as Vikram pulled out, flipping Rohan onto his stomach, *** up high. He slapped those rounded cheeks—sharp, stinging smacks that left pink marks, each one making Rohan moan and clench. 'Le ab mera ***, poora andar.' He pushed in raw, inch by thick inch, the stretch intimate and overwhelming, balls nestling against Rohan's taint. Vikram rocked slow at first, building to hard thrusts, one hand in Rohan's hair, the other tweaking nipples on that fluffy chest. Sweat slicked their bodies, the room echoing with skin slapping skin, Rohan's pleas of 'Zor se sir!' They shifted—Rohan straddling Vikram in the chair now, sinking down onto the ***, his curvy hips rolling in a hypnotic rhythm. Vikram's hands gripped his ***, spreading cheeks for deeper access, fingers teasing the rim around his shaft. The closeness was electric—chests pressed together, Vikram *** on Rohan's neck, leaving marks. '*** mere saath,' Rohan begged, grinding down. Vikram jerked him off in sync, fast and firm. Orgasm crashed over them—Rohan first, spurting hot ropes across Vikram's hairy chest, crying out. Vikram followed, pumping deep, filling Rohan's *** with thick, pulsing loads. 'Le mera paani, bhar jaa.' Panting in the afterglow, bodies tangled intimately, Vikram kissed Rohan's forehead. 'Glitch? Nahin, yaar. Tujhe dekh ke hi yeh sab plan kiya. Agli baar direct aa jaana.' Rohan smiled, hole leaking ***, the thrill lingering. As Vikram helped him dress piece by piece—briefs first, then jeans, kurta last—their touches were soft, promising more. Was it technical glitch or pure desi lust....The wink in Vikram's eye said it all, leaving Rohan *** for the flight ahead.
No Picture saran09btm	Posted On Apr 13, 2026 pigking shemale 3d comics very hot
No Picture Vayavya	Posted On Apr 14, 2026 The Forbidden Love Part 1 I never thought buying a flat next to Suhas would turn my life upside down. My name is Raghuveer. I had recently married Priya six months ago and we had just moved into our new flat in Pune. Suhas, 34 years old, lived right next door with his wife Neha. Both couples quickly became close. We hung out often — weekend dinners, evening balcony chats, and family get-togethers. Suhas was easy-going, well-built from his morning runs, and had a deep, confident voice that I found strangely comforting. Within months, he and I had become good friends. Then both families planned a four-day trip to Goa to celebrate our growing friendship. Priya and Neha were excited about shopping and clubbing, while Suhas and I looked forward to the beach and relaxed evenings. On the third evening, our wives decided to go for a girls’ day out — shopping in Panjim followed by clubbing till late. They left the resort around six, dressed up and laughing. Suhas turned to me with a relaxed smile. “Finally some peace, Raghu. Let’s go to the beach and catch the sunset.” We changed into shorts and walked down to the almost-empty stretch of sand. The sky was turning a deep orange. We sat on our towels, opened two chilled Kingfishers, and talked casually. After some time, Suhas stood up. “I’m going for a quick swim. This heat is killing me.” He walked into the water, swam for a while, and came back dripping wet. His shorts and underwear were soaked. He looked around, realised he had forgotten his towel, and without thinking twice, quickly pulled down his wet underwear right in front of me. He stood completely naked for a moment, searching for something to dry himself with. His thick *** was semi-erect, throbbing slightly in the cool evening air, heavy and impressive between his muscular thighs. I had a clear, unobstructed view. The sight stirred something deep and primal inside me — a sudden, unexpected rush of heat that made my own *** twitch. I couldn’t look away. Suhas noticed me staring. He grabbed my small towel instead of his own and started drying himself slowly, still naked, letting me see everything. He laughed softly. “Kaisa hai, bhai?” he asked casually, with a teasing grin, nodding towards his own ***. I felt my face burn, but the words slipped out before I could stop them. “Mazboot hai, bhai,” I replied, laughing nervously. He raised an eyebrow, still standing there with his semi-hard *** swinging, and asked, “Tumhara kaisa hai?” “*** off,” I said, shaking my head and walking away a few steps, laughing to hide my embarrassment and growing arousal. But when I glanced back, Suhas was watching me with a sexy, weird smile — his eyes dark with clear lust. That look sent a shiver straight down my spine and made my heart race. We spent a little more time on the beach, but the air between us had completely changed. The casual friendship now felt charged with something dangerous, forbidden, and intensely exciting. After the sun set, we walked back to the resort. The evening had turned a bit chilly. Suhas stopped outside his room and said, “Come over for coffee after a cold shower. It’s getting cold, and I could use one too. Neha and Priya won’t be back for hours.” I agreed, but the moment I stepped into my room, nervousness hit me hard. Those ten minutes felt like an eternity. My heart was racing as I took a cold shower. Questions flooded my mind: Was forgetting the towel intentional? Did he plan to show himself to me like that? What exactly was going to happen when I went over for coffee? Deep down, I had a strong intuition that something more was about to unfold. Part of me felt scared, but a bigger part felt intensely curious. I changed into a loose t-shirt and shorts, my hands slightly trembling, and knocked on Suhas’s door. He opened it wearing only a towel wrapped low around his waist. His hair was still damp, and water droplets glistened on his chest. “Come in,” he said, his voice lower than usual. The room was dimly lit. He had already made two cups of coffee. We sat on the edge of the bed, sipping slowly. The silence felt heavy. After a minute, Suhas put his cup down and looked straight at me. “You were staring at my *** on the beach, Raghu. I saw it in your eyes.” I swallowed hard, my heart pounding with a mix of nervousness and raw curiosity. “It was nothing… just surprised, that’s all.” He smiled that same lustful smile. “Don’t lie. I know you felt something. This is new for you, isn’t it? But I’ve wanted this since the day you moved in next door.” Memories flashed through my mind. As a child, during a crowded local train ride, an older boy had accidentally brushed his hand against my *** while holding the pole. That innocent touch had sent a strange, warm flutter in my stomach that I never forgot. In my teenage years, I had felt an intense attraction to a muscular guy at the local gym — the way his sweat-glistened body moved during workouts used to make my heart race. I never dared to explore those feelings. Instead, I pushed them aside, got married to Priya, and convinced myself I was straight. *** with her felt nice and loving, but something always seemed missing — a deeper, raw hunger that I could never quite name. Now, sitting here with Suhas, that missing piece suddenly felt within reach. Suhas leaned in and kissed me. His lips were firm and confident. I froze for a moment, nervousness making my hands tremble, but curiosity pulled me forward. I kissed him back. The kiss grew deeper, hungrier. His hand slid under my t-shirt, caressing my chest and pinching my nipples gently. I gasped into his ***. “Suhas… this is my first time with a man,” I whispered, voice shaking with both fear and excitement. “I know,” he replied softly, kissing my neck. “Relax, Raghu. I’ll go slow. You’re safe with me. It feels right, doesn’t it? Like it was meant to be.” His words calmed me. Strangely, despite the nervousness, everything felt comfortable — as if this moment had been waiting for me all along. He pushed me gently onto my back on the bed and climbed over me. He removed my t-shirt and shorts, leaving me completely naked. His eyes roamed over my body with raw hunger. He kissed my neck, then moved down to my throbbing ***. As he took my *** deep into his warm, wet *** and *** me with slow, deep, sloppy strokes, I instinctively caressed his hair with trembling fingers. In that moment, my eyes fell on the wedding ring on my finger. A sudden wave of guilt hit me — *Oh no… Priya…* I whispered breathlessly, “Suhas… are we sure?” He lifted his head, looked straight into my eyes with complete confidence, and said, “More than sure, Raghu. Just relax.” The next moment, his *** returned to my ***, *** me even more intensely. This was the first time anyone had ever *** my *** like this. Priya had always found it disgusting and refused to do it. But Suhas was devouring my *** without hesitation, taking it deep into his throat, and the sensation was pure heaven. *Oh wow… I need this,* I thought, moaning loudly as waves of pleasure coursed through me. Suhas pulled back slightly, his lips glistening, and asked with a knowing smile, “First time getting a proper blowjob, na? Feels like heaven, right? Only a man can satisfy another man fully, my dear.” His words sent a fresh thrill through me. I nodded, unable to speak. Then I wanted to return the pleasure. “Suhas… let me *** you too,” I said, my voice shaky with curiosity and desire. He smiled and shifted so we were in a 69 position. I took his thick, hard *** into my *** for the first time. It felt heavy, hot, and slightly salty. I *** him eagerly, trying to take as much as I could while he continued devouring my ***. We *** each other hungrily, moans filling the room, our bodies pressed tightly together. After several minutes, Suhas moved between my legs. He poured lotion on his fingers and worked two inside my tight ***, stretching me open. Then he positioned his thick *** at my hole and pushed in slowly. The pain was sharp at first — a burning stretch that made me grit my teeth. But even through the discomfort, I didn’t want him to stop. The fullness felt too good, too right. “***… it hurts,” I gasped, “but don’t stop… please don’t stop.” Suhas kissed me gently and whispered, “I won’t. Just breathe, Raghu. You’re taking my *** so well.” He went deeper, inch by inch, until he was buried balls-deep inside me. The pain slowly melted into intense pleasure. He started *** me with steady, powerful thrusts, his heavy balls slapping against my ***. I moaned shamelessly, my own *** leaking precum all over my stomach. “Harder,” I begged, surprising myself. Suhas grinned and pounded me faster, his thick *** slamming into my *** again and again. He stroked my *** at the same time. The combination was overwhelming. I came first — hard and shaking — shooting thick ropes of *** across my chest. Suhas followed moments later, groaning loudly as he pulled out and sprayed hot, thick *** all over my stomach and ***. We lay there panting, bodies slick with sweat and ***. Suhas pulled me into his arms and kissed me softly. To be continued
No Picture Vayavya	Posted On Apr 14, 2026 Part 2 Forbidden Love That was just the beginning,” he whispered. “I can never get enough of you, We still have one more night in Goa… and many quiet evenings back in Pune when the wives are not around. What started that night in Goa continued regularly once we returned to Pune. Behind closed doors, whenever our wives were out for shopping, office parties, or visiting their parents, Suhas and I would meet and *** like animals. On holidays and long weekends, we planned fake “trekking trips” that were really just excuses to book a quiet resort near Lonavala or Mahabaleshwar. We would spend the entire weekend *** each other’s ***, *** in every position, and satisfying our deepest desires. Every second with Suhas felt memorable. We were like secret boyfriends who happened to have wives. There was never any guilt between us — only pure comfort, excitement, and a deep connection that felt completely natural. We laughed together after every intense ***, held each other afterward, and talked about everything. The secret affair brought a new kind of happiness into my life that I had never known before. Thanks to Suhas being so bold that night in Goa, I finally experienced the real me and the real pleasure I had been missing all my life. Today we both have wives and kids, but we also have our own secret world. There is genuine love between us that everyone notices, but they all think it is just pure, strong friendship. Sometimes our wives fight playfully because we prefer spending time with each other over them, but it always ends in jolly mood and laughter. We keep our wives happy — emotionally, physically, and financially. In fact, my *** life with Priya also became much more intense after Goa. She once mentioned during a quiet moment, “In the first six months of our marriage, you were not so good in bed. What happened? You’ve changed so much.” I simply smiled and replied, “I learned.” In my mind, however, I knew the truth — unlocking my true desire for Suhas had awakened something powerful in me. Whenever I was with Priya, I would think of him — his strong body, his thick ***, the way he *** me and *** me — and that fantasy would drive me to satisfy her completely. I would *** her hard and passionately until she reached multiple orgasms, moaning my name in ecstasy. She had no idea that the man making her scream with pleasure was secretly fueled by thoughts of another man. We can’t wait to be in each other’s arms whenever we get the chance. We have to be careful; many times we almost got caught, but we managed to pass those moments without raising any suspicion. Many nights we wake up at 3 or 4 a.m., quietly cross the balcony with heart-pounding risk, and have intense *** right there in the closed balcony till morning, then slip back to sleep next to our wives again. Sometimes it is just a quick, thrilling blowjob or a long, passionate smooch — the danger of doing all the things lovers do while hiding from our own families gives us a different kind of rush. Even today, years later, whenever I see Suhas smile at me across the balcony or feel his hand brush mine when no one is watching, I remember that first raw, painful-yet-perfect night in Goa when he stood naked in front of me. What began as an accidental, thrilling view on a moonlit beach has become a beautiful, secret part of who I am. This was only the beginning of something that still continues — quietly, passionately, and without regret.
No Picture Funandfriends	Posted On Apr 14, 2026 @intense watcher. Amazing story @vsyavya. Too good
No Picture Verstop4405	Posted On Apr 14, 2026 @vayavya.... this seemed so wrong and I still consider this as cheating your own spouses and yet, it was so passionately written, the intensity, the arousal, I literally was shivering with my *** being so hard as I was reading. Damn good and the title definitely defines the story.
No Picture Aj Craz	Posted On Apr 14, 2026 One of velammas episode has happened in my family in real.life
No Picture Dost4ever012	Posted On Apr 14, 2026 @Aj Craz: please share
No Picture DelhiVisitor999	Posted On Apr 14, 2026 The vayavya story could be the precursor to the show Grace and Frankie. It is about two older women whose husband have been coworkers and friends for decade before thy reveal that they have been in love and *** for years and divorce the women and marry each other. Grace and Frankie then become close friends and roommates in their 70s. It stars Jane Fonda and another famous actress that I can’t remember the name.
No Picture Wolfpack69	Posted On Apr 14, 2026 This is erotic fiction at its best, keep up the good work !
No Picture Vayavya	Posted On Apr 14, 2026 Thanks all ♥️
bang_out	Posted On Apr 14, 2026 Oh damn Lovely write up Sure it’s fictional? Suhas isn’t real ?
No Picture Oldromance	Posted On Apr 15, 2026 I have a romantic story too to share. I had just returned from the KSA a year ahead of the covid. And got to know about Ohmojo by hunting. Got quite happy to see guys of my thoughts over here but was too pessimistic to see my old age of 55 years and many guys had rejected me. But still hopelessly exploring across the site. Once I saw a young bachelor of 26, tried my luck. He responded and invited me on telegram for vc. Only few seconds we watched and right the next day I was invited to his apartment which he shares with two other guys. He was waiting at Atapur pillar no.... I was in a normal Saudi nightgown, expecting another rejection at the first sight. But the moment he looked at me, OMG he just got on my bike, took me straight to his apartment. His friends were out. He called them and confirmed they would return in an hour. Enough for us for a good fun. To my surprise he started with a deeeeep looong liplock. It was an exciting the door in reality to my long-lasting fantasy heaven, and wow with a young guy. My years' long fantasy had come true. But my hands started trembling with fear to get caught any time by his friends, he looked quite calm but desperate for fun. In seconds he removed his clothes removed mine, made me sit on the floor and stood right in front of me. OMG, like the saying in Hindi, "bin maange moti milay", It was a dream come true. I could not believe to see my dream boy standing in front of me offering his handsome d**k. He himself took my head onto it and started the bj. I was in a situation like too happy too scared and too nervous all together. Having no time and to finish soon, once he ejaculated I didn't lose a single drop of taste and after the long long 15 years. To my another surprise he didn't stop there 🤗 started liplock again, even after coming? Yess! I was looking at myself like I got treasures of happiness. He then called his friend who was in the way back. We immediately dressed up and came out of his apartment. He offered me his washroom to wash face and ***. But I didn't want to washout that feel of bj really. So we left as such and had a tea outside. He saw my hands were still trembling with fear to see the people around like I had been caught. He pampered me asked me to call back once I reach home. My dream had come true. I was delighted that at last someone had also chosen me for his bed. We started meeting frequently at his apartment until he got married. The day he got married was a doomsday for me. I passed the whole night in tears. The next day he called me. Pampered me promised to meet in a day or two. The next four days I passed like I had lost everything. But he fulfilled his promise. The newly wedded groom met me again in his apartment. Loved me just as before without letting me think that he was changed after marriage. Now he is the father of a pretty child. After his marriage, I had started feeling very sad and was afraid that he might leave me anytime. But he gave me another surprise and put this ring on my finger and said that it was our wedding ring. By God, this ring is more precious to me than anything else in the world. I'm very happy and see myself so lucky that he's my spouse. We still chat, Share romantic poetry, songs. Daily we do long telephone calls. At times we meet, have dinner together meet in bed sometimes. He loves me and I love him. We've promised we won't leave each other any time in life. In his arms I don't see myself as a 57 years old man and in his 28 years youth he always treats me as his young spouse. He calls me "meri jaan". Always romantic with his erotic talks, He's well maintaining two families now. I don't see myself as a rejected guy anymore I've gained my confidence back after he has chosen me his life partner. He's now my all strength of life. He's my heart, my life, my soul. Thank you God for giving me Naveed.
No Picture Wolfpack69	Posted On Apr 15, 2026 @bang_out, we are all looking for someone like Suhas in real life, isn't it? :) How the thin line between fiction and reality gets blurred in the story is incredible—damn good writing,@vayavya
bang_out	Posted On Apr 15, 2026 @wolfpack Ha ha ha oh yeah! I would totally enjoy a neighbour like Suhas
No Picture Wolfpack69	Posted On Apr 15, 2026 @bang_out, or even a colleague, for that matter. Office romance is one of those forbidden zones to which some of us are irresistibly drawn :)
bang_out	Posted On Apr 15, 2026 I wish I could experience that now !! Ugh wfh you see !!! But yeah I would love some hanky panky around @wolfpack
No Picture Wolfpack69	Posted On Apr 15, 2026 @bang_out, totally agree... I’ve reached a saturation point with working from home and the endless cycle of Teams calls. I find myself longing for something simple — bumping into Suhas by the coffee machine, exchanging a few casual words, then later swapping numbers on Teams. Before long, we’ve made a spontaneous plan to go out for a few beers after work. Under the dim lights of the pub, conversation flows easily. Our bodies brush against each other, almost by accident, and our words begin to wander into spaces we hesitate to fully explore. Still, something pulls us forward. Eventually, I bring him home. The night turns warm, unguarded, and intense. Later, a cool breeze drifts in from the balcony, grazing our intertwined bodies. In the stillness, I hear the soft rustle of the curtains and the gentle chime of the Chinese bell — small sounds that somehow make the moment feel even more intimate.
bang_out	Posted On Apr 15, 2026 @wolf Dang got some skills I guess Go on I’m all ears
No Picture Vayavya	Posted On Apr 15, 2026 Happy to know you all enjoyed the Suhas 😎
No Picture menover40	Posted On Apr 16, 2026 This is my story with a person I had met long time back in 2011-2012. I staying around coastal area have been eating fish since my childhood and we usually go to Sasoon docks to buy fish early in the morning, I remember that day still as my other friends cancelled the plan when I almost reached the ferry wharf location thinking my friends might have reached and I'm left behind but nobody picked the call and as I already had reached sat in the small machva (small fishermen boat) early in the morning (4.30am the first trip) with other fishermen and their wives with just a few other local people. The boat was heading to colaba and walking to Sasoon docks was not much of a distance. The boat left and I was sitting in front of a man, who's wife goes to buy fishes from the docks in bulk. I didn't see her but he was just opposite to me, big bulky man, 5'7" to 5'10", big tummy, he was wearing the common Koli attire with his hairy legs visible and his bulge too when he spread his legs while he saw me starring him. He was wearing a white underwear and seeing it I started imagining my favorite *** fantasy or going under the lungi or langot or dhoti to lick the surrounding area, sniff the underwear then remove and *** the *** still being inside the cloth. I literally closed my eyes and kept on opening it just for a glance in between. He several times saw me doing that and kept starring at me. I was not sure how to go forward or show him a gesture, so I continued with my imagination. While at a point I saw him pointing out that his wife is sitting two spaces ahead of him but I couldn't understand that. The 50mins of imagination gave me nice precum down there and I could feel some wetness around my *** too, which was a shocking feeling for me. We reached Colaba, got down while he came and asked "avadla ka majha"(did u like mine), I replied "kai"(what). He replied "tu khali baghat hotas na majha, safed chaddi ghalto mi mhanunach mhanje ekda disla ka baghat rahtat loka" (you were watching my bulge and I purposely wear white color underwear under my langot so that in the wrapped cloth darkness people who stare down their can clearly see my bulge). I was shocked to hear that and was *** to know what will happen next. With my silence he got his answer, he said bye and left in a taxi as they had lot of stuff with them. I reached the docks, walked passed lot of macchivalis (fish selling women) to find a better deal. But all was left were prawns and some dried fish. I came out got some dried fish and started for my return journey. I know the public toilet in the docks have a dried fish smell which is sometimes equivalent to precum we get, but looking around for loo's outside would be time consuming to I went in just to see this person getting *** by someone, I recognized him from behind as the person *** was facing towards the entrance. He stopped, removed his hand off his ***, while this man asking kon hai, aplach machiwala ahe ka" (whose there, is he to a fisherman) and a wave of silence passed. He turned around just to see me and said "patlag kartas kai majha, yo bagh kasa ghetei tondat, tula pan pahije tar ghe" (are you following me, see how he's *** me, if you want you too can take it). I was stunned and made courage to ask "kon yet nai ka ithe" (nobody comes here). I just did my work and was leaving when he asked "bagh na kasa kartey ha" (see how he's doing) while I had in my mind that will he ask me next to do it. So I said "machi ghetli mi, nighto ata" (I bought fish I needed and I'm leaving now), when he said "tu nako gheus bagh kasa kartey, mag sobat nighu, maji bai nantar yeil saman gheun" (wait, just see how he does with me, then will leave together as my wife will come lateron with the fish we purchased). I stood there seeing them, he *** for a bit, then stroked his thing and he came on the toilet floor. He called the taxi guy and while returning he said "mala mahiti hai tula majha pahije pan tu he kai kelas nai adhi mhanun bhitas" (I know you want to enjoy with me but I feel you haven't done this before so bit scared). I replied "asa kai nai, direct kasa bolaicha asa kahi. Samorchya mansala nai avdala tar" (how to say this directly, what if the other person doesn't like it). He laughed saying "ata sangto na bagh" and he literally pulled up the cloth showing me his bulge. The taxi driver too tried to take a glimpse, while he said "tumko lene hai kya muh me, gadi challao" (do you want to *** mine, focus and drive the vehicle). He booked my return ticket, we sat there eating bread and eggs. Because that time in the mornings were less of crowd he sat next to me and he started asking what all I like. I said him all, also said I don't prefer getting ***. He was fine with that. He then got up and had some conversation with the boat captain as he was known to him and sometime lated came and sat in front of me pretending to sleep. He saw me again seeing him, but didn't bother and kept scratching his thing, spreading his legs for me to get a good view of his bulge. But I didn't react but he kept doing it until we reached hometown wherein he knew I would ask him and this would not be a bye bye. Until 2011, I just had being doing *** with my school teacher who was my neighbour (will post about how we meet too), so made up courage again and while de-boarding the boat on the steps asked "kuthe rahta" (where do u stay), while I wanted to ask "parat kadhi bhetnar"(when will we meet again). He understood my point and replied "chal ata ghari kon nai majhya, mula aji kade gelit ani bai majhi colaba la hai" (come with to my home now, kids are gone to their grandparent house and wife is in colaba). I was silent again and he spoke in higher tone "bagh yetas ka, nahitar mi nighte" (tell me if your coming with me or else I will leave) which ideally sounded to the surrondings as if you want you can come with me will drop you till the city so that nobody has doubt whats going on here. I said "mi bike anli ahe, kuthe jaicha sanga"(I have my bike, tell me where to go). He took his scooty and I followed him. Called at home saying I would be late and we reached his building which is 15mins away from my house. Helped him with the bags he had of the fish, he handed me the keys, I unlocked the door, we got it. Kept the bags in the dry area for cleaning and cutting. I sat on his sofa, he came washed his hands and started undressing in front of me. Unbuttoned his shirt and see his big belly with hairs around with his soft hanging manboobs, what a view I would say. I tried closing my eyes to feel that view but my brain signaled see it live dude this wont be repeated. He removed his langot knot and was in his white underwear. I was trying to control my boner but he saw that saying "thamb brush kartey mag aat jau" (wait will brush my teeth and then will go inside) made me more ***. He came brushing out, stood in front of me, held my hand and kept pressing his *** from his underwear and me enjoying that said "underwear kadhu" (shud I remove underwear) as I have a fetish to rub one's underwear and sniff it for sometime before we hit the bed. He with the brush and paste in *** said "lagech, thamb brush zhala ki kadh tuch"(so hurry, will let you remove it once I'm done brushing) and I said "tumchya lundacha vas gheicha ahe, sakal pasun kiti vela ghastla asal, pani galla asel thoda, tumcha khalcha gham, mala avdta vas gheun adhich maja chalu kariala" (wanted to smell your *** aroma, the *** drops which fell on it, your pubic area sweat I like to sniff all that before getting into a warm session). He went silent there saying "asa pan aste ka, mala fakt nagda houn *** karala avdte" (does such things can also arouse someone is what I didnt know, I feel getting naked on bed means *** and that excites me a lot). I held him by his waist, pulled down his underwear making him nude. His *** was big, soft but thin, I held it, pulled his skin back to and fro, took hold of his balls with my other hand. But didnt do anything, just bent and picked his underwear to sniff it. He went away and I had started flying sniifing that aroma, the mixture of pee, ***, his precum and his sweat made me so *** I got up just to undress while he immediately came out saying "thamb, ata tujha kelas na kaam, ata majhya sathi thamb" (you fulfiled your wish to remove my undie and sniff not wait for me to fulfil my lust). I kept on snifing it and rubbing my erect ***. He came and I saw his round *** cheeks and instantly spanked him, I wanted to rub his hole but was so busy with his underwear. We went in his bedroom, I kept sniffing his undie standing near the bed and he came closer saying "vaas gheshil ka tondat pan gheshil" (will u just sniff it and not try *** it). He kissed my neck, removed my tshirt, unbuttoned my pants. The way he held me from back hugging tight I felt like two people are hugging me and I was not able to match his strength to open his arms and turn around to kiss him. He dropped my pants and my undie together saying "mi bagh kasa kartey ata" (see how I do it). He kept my clothes aside, made me keep his undie aside and literally spread my legs and started rimming my *** hole by spreading my *** cheeks and I was on a different horizon, didn't understand if I should moan, scream or bend more. He just kept poking his tongue on the hole trying to insert it inside and I started moaning out loud, he did ask me to be low on tone but I was not able to control it. He stood up, made me bend and spat on the hole to finger it. I felt like this is my time to serve him, my time to loose my virginity to a man, feel the *** in me, feel the pain, feel something going in me instead of something coming out like it always had been. I again went into my imaginary world while I could hear someone saying "thamb thamb vel ahe, ata he nai karaicha" (wait don't be in hurry we will no do anything like this now). And I landed into present just seeing him hugging me. I made up some strength to push him, and lip lock with him smooching like tongue in tongue and he passing some saliva. I felt my sweat taste on his taste which aroused me more, he pushed me on the bed, came over me like a hungry top and we began kissing again. I did feel his 95kgs of weight on my chest and legs but I was so indulged in the process that I held him by his waist, kept rubbing his back and was trying to reach his buttocks. He kissed, licked my earlobe, licked my neck while his *** pressing on my thighs. I was feeling like he's gonna *** now as his *** was pushing in and out in my thighs. He said "magashi padla na pani, ata lagech nai yenar" (I masturbated some time back so I wont come so soon now), none did he know that I like to give BJ. We kept kissing while he caught hold of my from back and rolled over making me come over him, we still kept smooching with our breathing matching with each other, I paused and raised his arms just to lick his armpits when he too started moaning and I felt more hornier. I pressed his left manboob with one hand and kept licking and *** the nipple on right. I started feeling this of not much fun and just pushed myself down to lick his surrounding crotch area and he started moaning louder, talking "ahhh kar kar, bharich kartas" (do it more, you doing the bestest). He kept on moaning, speaking things while I held his ***, pulled the skin back and started licking the tip making him tickle and enjoy togther, he kept pushing me asking "tondat ghe asa nako karu, mi nai kela asa adhi" (*** it directly don't keep on playing with it I haven't done anything like this before). I kept stroking and *** alternatively. Went down on his balls, the size is equivalent to a pool ball. I thinking to rim him too, but I was not able to convince my mind for it, still kept licking under his balls when he said "bus bus khali nako" (wait wait don't go more down),"adhich swargachya pavla chadvlas direct swargat nako jaila mi" (you already made me climb heaven stairs, don't let me go in heaven by licking down more). I didn't feel any bad smell but maybe I was not ready to rim him. He came over me kissing, lick and bite my nipples, kissed my navel, licked it, came on my *** and started *** it and asked lets do 69. We just slept sideways while he kept *** me, licking my balls and rimming me in equal intervals. I while *** him tried licking him down towards his hole and with my *** in his *** he highered his moaning tone. Finally I just tried inserting a finger in his hole when I felt he is going to come. I kept doing it using some spit and he said "thamb pani yete majha, halaun yeto" (wait I'm gonna come, let me *** and come back). I stopped him asked him if I can rim him, he denied so I kept *** him while fingering him and in few minutes he held the bedsheet tight and moaned more harder whilst coming, while he had no idea that his *** is still in my ***, I slurped all this juice with some dripping on my beard and some drops on my belly. I got up and went to gargle, came back to see he feeling asleep, I asked "avdla ka" (did you like it). He pulled me closer to him, started kissing saying "parat kadhi yeshil" (when will you come back again). We shared contacts. We kept kissing while he kept rubbing my hole and fingered me for a while. I asked "magun mi kela nai tar loose karta ka hole" (I didn't do anals before so are you lubricating it). He smirked and said "mala avdte bota ghalaila" (I like fingering). I saw my phone to see few missed calls, I called and home to inform will be late. We went for shower together moving nude from his bedroom to his bathroom a 60-70m walk felt like its my honeymoon where my husband is taking me for a walk naked... We took shower, he rimmed me again, kept fingering using soap foam and masturbated me. We came out and got dried, I felt like kissing so held him against the wall and smooched more. I did hold his hung *** and could feel some sticky thing dripping. He made me wear my underwear, my pants; put on my tshirt. I was not feeling like leaving but had to. Later that we kept in touch, we had *** on this building terrace once early morning, then once on his staircase. Sometime later he asked me for *** ***... will share that moments in later part as it is also a moment to remember.....
No Picture menover40	Posted On Apr 16, 2026 After a lot of failed attempts and tries of *** me, he stopped thinking of doing that as we knew we were happy with what all we do. It was rakshabandhan and narli pournima on the same day, usually Narli pournima is festival for fishermen as they start their fishing by taking their boats out after they were held due to the monsoon. So I knew his family will go to their old house for their rituals and I would also be joining them, but he told me you come to my place and then we will go as my scooty will be taken by my children. He had been there in the morning so came home for a resting and was going there in the evening. I was about to get my rakhi tied in the afternoon after my sister was back from work half day. I wored traditional kurta, we had family lunch and we went to coast side to enjoy narli pournima with our other friends. I got his call asking "Yetos ka" (can you come). I said will change and come, he said come however I was. He didn't know I was in kurta and he had a fantasy of having *** with someone in kurta. I went, rang his bell, he knew I will be there so was already naked and was standing at the door with just towel wrapped around. I started kissing him immediately when he closed the door. He said "kurta ghatlas aaj tari baghu jamtey ka karaila" (you wored kurta and you know my fantasy let me trying *** you today atleast). He didn't remove my clothes and we kissing with he being naked and we kissing. We removed my pyjama knot and slid down my underwear with it. I felt like he is in my dreams as he went down under my kurta to *** me, followed by *** my balls and rimming me. He kept rimming and fingering my hole, this time he applied lox2% gel. I was enjoying his fingers index finger them middle finger then thumb going in and coming out, when I felt he isn't doing it and asked "kara na jorat feel nai hot ahet tumchi bota" (do it fast I cannot feel your fingers in me) to which he said "2 bota ahet" (2 fingers are already in). I understood that my hole is numb. He stood up, took a condom and rolled on his ***, he asked me to bend as he wanted to do that since a long time. He pulled over the kurta and kept it on my back and being in doggy style he tried inserting it, half of it went in and didn't feel anything, he thrusted a bit and it went completely in when I felt the tip hitting my inner skin. I moaned out loudly ahhhh and he did too.. He started *** me, got his *** out once and pushed it again slowly just to know he's really *** me. He did it multiple times, then he *** me for 5-7mins saying "sakali halavla nasta tar bara zhala asta" (it would've been good if I hadn't masturbated in the morning). He continued *** holding me, squeezed my ***, spanked a bit and said rahude nai yenar pani and stopped. I said its okay, we were finally able to enjoy and he said "ata condom lavlach ahe tar halavto tu nigh tula jaicha asel tar" (now as I've put the condom will *** again instead of wasting the condom, if you want to leave you can). Like always, he made me wore my undie and while tying the pyjama knot said "he ghalun baher ja, mi ithech basto" (wear this and go outside I will sit here only). I said okay. Then he said "tasa nai re" (not like that). I didn't understand at first what he wanted to say, then he told. Lets narrate this as my fantasy, you pose as a stranger who came to my house as a friend to celebrate some event, but you being kurta I cannot control myself, asked you help me with some help by bringing some presents/stuff from terrace to home and I end up *** you while my family I busy celebrating on the building terrace. I finally got to know this longterm fantasy. I pretended like the narration and stood at his door while he pretended to keep stuff on his sofa. He came near me, kissed me and hugged me. Asked me to come to his bedroom, I showed I don't know whats going on, when he got on his knees, when in my kurta to untie the pyjama knot, pull it down with my underwear and started *** my ***, I kept moaning and he started licking my balls. He then asked me to turn around and then pulled my kurta up spread my legs and started bitting my *** cheeks and rimmed me. I was moaning in real this time as I know how he rims me with lot of tongue movements here and there. He then stood up, took some lube and applied it on my *** and kept rubbing and fingering me while we kissed passionately. As he already was hard and had a condom on, he just pretended to take condom from cupboard, roll it and made me bend with my pyjama and undie still there. He again pulled the kurta up and started *** me while I kept moaning. He kept *** me in slow to fast pace, while at a certain moment his *** was inside he asked me to say this while he inserts in me on the next stroke -"Ahh daddy tak na aat madhye, zhav na mala, masta vatte re. Asach nehmi zhavshil na mala. Mala tujhi dusri bayko banav. Asach raat bhar zhav, pan condom nako ghalu mala tula lavda anubhavacha ahe, kasa aat baher kartey majha chotya hole madhye"(Ahh Daddy put it inside, *** me, I'm feeling very good. Do *** me like this everytime. Make me your 2nd wife. *** me whole night. Don't wear condom as I want to feel ur *** rubbing around my *** walls, how such a big things goes in and comes out of my small hole.) and while saying this he pushed it hard inside me, held my waist tightly and came. He kept moaning and so did I. He kept it in until it loosened and came out while the condom was about to fell, I removed it tied a knot, helped him lie on the bed as he seemed very exhausted and was. I removed my undie and pyjamas, removed my kurta and slept near him kissing and playing with his ***. Went down to lick the leftover ***, making him moan more. He kept saying "bus bus" (stop stop) and kept licking. I know he was exhausted and then he hugged me saying "man bharla majha, parat tula zhavaichi icha zhali tari apan nako karuya, mi nehmi sarkha fingering Karin" (my wish is fulfilled, I don't have a feeling of *** you again, even if I feel I wont do it and end up fingering you.) He kept kissing but I felt he needs to take a short nap, I asked should I make you wear underwear and other clothes or you will sleep naked. But he wanted me stay with him. So I took the quill over us and we slept for a while. He woke up fresh in an hour, he kissed with his one hand moving towards my *** to rub he asked "dukhte ka" (is it paining) and I said no. We went to shower, we kissed a bit there came out. Wored clothes and we left for his father's home.
No Picture Vayavya	Posted On Apr 17, 2026 Diary of Lala Part 1. As I journeyed from the bustling streets of Mumbai to the majestic city of London aboard a transcontinental flight, an extraordinary and most unexpected encounter unfolded. Seated beside me was a strikingly handsome young man, his features chiseled and commanding attention. With focused intensity, he inscribed entries into a sleek black diary. Driven by an irresistible curiosity, I discreetly attempted to glance at the pages. To my astonishment, the title emblazoned across the open leaf read: “25th Birthday with 25 Men.” My intrigue deepened with every passing moment. Though his posture partially obscured the text, fleeting glimpses revealed provocative phrases such as “***,” “***,” and “one by one on the table.” A profound sense of fascination gripped me, yet the angle prevented any coherent reading. Upon our arrival at Heathrow Airport, as the aircraft taxied to a halt, the young man rose swiftly and departed down the aisle. In his haste, the diary slipped from his bag and tumbled to the floor. I promptly retrieved it, intending to return it to its owner, but he had already vanished into the throng of passengers. Despite my efforts, I could not locate him at the baggage claim. Later, in the solitude of my hotel room, an overwhelming compulsion led me to open the diary. What unfolded before my eyes was nothing short of a bewildering and intensely provocative chronicle. Thus, I present to you excerpts from this astonishing document: The Diary of a Lala... Filthy Rich Lokesh Agarwal, Agrawal Groups founder and CEO but a *** addict who in the heat of every possible encounter, he's known as Lala in his lust world — the rich young brat from South Bombay whose only true addiction is *** itself. No drugs, no alcohol, no chemical escapes; his empire of real-estate wealth fuels nothing but pure, relentless ***. Part 1: The Early Flames (2023 – Early 2024)* **01 January 2023** New year's first hunt The clock had barely struck midnight when the fire inside me demanded its first sacrifice of the year. That New Year’s night, amid the loud celebrations at our family mansion, I locked eyes with my handsome cousin. His hesitant smile told me everything. I pulled him aside into one of the quiet guest bedrooms, pressed a thick envelope containing three lakhs into his palm, and watched his resistance melt. The moment the door clicked shut, raw hunger took over. I shoved him face-down onto the soft bed, yanked his trousers down roughly, and freed my already throbbing, thick-veined ***. Without a word, I spat on my palm, rubbed the head against his tight virgin ***, and rammed forward in one powerful stroke. He gasped sharply as I buried myself balls-deep, his tight walls gripping me like a fist. I *** him with savage, unrelenting force — hips slamming forward, heavy balls slapping loudly against his skin with every deep thrust. The bed creaked violently beneath us as I bred him, pumping thick, hot load after load deep into his guts until warm *** began leaking out around my shaft and dripping down his trembling thighs. The forbidden thrill of claiming family blood sent shivers through my muscular frame. When I finally pulled out, his hole was gaping slightly, red and slick with my seed. He lay there breathing heavily, eyes wide with awe, whispering that I had given him the best *** of his life and that I was like a *** god who had just opened a new world for him. I smiled to myself — already his guru, already addicted to the power. **08 April 2023** Ballu uncle Today Ballu uncle arrived at my penthouse under the excuse of discussing property matters. I was already ***. The moment I saw the flicker of curiosity mixed with nervousness in his eyes, I knew the evening would not end with mere conversation. I slid a fat envelope holding eight lakhs across the polished marble table. He hesitated only for a second before nodding. We moved to the open balcony overlooking the glittering Arabian Sea. The cool night breeze brushed against my heated skin as I bent the older man over the sturdy railing, pulled his pants down, and spat generously on my thick ***. I drove into his hairy *** with one brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt. I pounded him mercilessly under the stars, my powerful muscular hips slamming against him again and again, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing softly. He groaned deeply, his body shaking with every savage stroke as I claimed him completely. When my orgasm hit, I flooded his guts with rope after thick rope of *** until it overflowed and ran down his legs. I sent him home still leaking my seed. The memory of turning a respected family elder into my personal ***-dump brought a deep, sultry wave of satisfaction that stayed with me for many nights afterward. **14 July 2023** Ex. The summer heat matched the fire in my veins when I reconnected with my ex-girlfriend Ramya at an intimate private party in Worli. Old desires resurfaced instantly. A generous cash gift, paired with my promise of complete discretion, made her consent effortless. Back in my penthouse, I laid her down on the cool silk sheets. I spread her legs wide, positioned my thick, throbbing *** at her soaked entrance, and pushed in slowly at first, then with growing force. I *** her hard and deep, my muscular body covering hers as I drove into her *** with powerful strokes. Her moans filled the room as I flipped her onto all fours, gripped her hips firmly, and railed her from behind — my heavy balls slapping rhythmically against her clit with every thrust. I pumped load after hot load into her welcoming womb, marking her as mine once again. The intense, possessive release left both of us drenched in sweat and trembling in profound satisfaction, her body still quivering long after I withdrew. Her father came to pick her up. Boy, he was hot as ***. Mr. Raichand, the king of famous businessmen, a tycoon so many years ago, had tried to connect with me for business deals which did not happen because of his irrelevant demands. But boy, for the first time I saw him so close — he was hot and had a great ***. I wanted to *** that ***. **19 October 2023** Rich dad Ramyas father was still in my mind. I decided to start connecting with him, told him I was ready to sign all the demands as I was in a good mood. He was happy but I said I had only one condition: I wanted to *** him. He was known for being tough to deal with but the mother fucker agreed with the *** — must have seen 100 crores coming through our deals. On the same bed I *** his daughter the other day, I turned him around, bent him over the edge of the bed, and spread his muscular *** cheeks wide, offering himself completely. I entered him, driving my *** deep into his greedy hole. I *** like a man possessed, pounding my ex’s father’s prostate with relentless strokes while he moaned shamelessly like a cheap whore beneath me. The pressure built until I shot hands-free across the sheets in powerful spurts. I continued using him for hours, flooding him with thick, hot *** that poured out every time I pulled back slightly. Being reduced to such a thoroughly used ***-hole brought a dark, deeply sultry satisfaction that only intensified my growing cravings. Best business deal ever. **24 January 2024** Mile high club The long-haul business-class flight offered an unexpected thrill. The fit, uniformed air host kept stealing glances at my muscular frame. A discreet offer of four lakhs, passed quietly during service, secured his full cooperation. Once the cabin lights dimmed and privacy was assured, I pulled him into the forward private area, pinned him firmly against the bulkhead, and yanked down his trousers. My thick ***, already leaking with anticipation, found his tight ***. I slammed into him raw at thirty thousand feet — hard, fast, and relentless — breeding him deep with every powerful thrust while the steady vibration of the plane added to the sensation. The exhilarating risk of sudden turbulence or discovery made every stroke more intense. When I finally filled him with my load, the high-altitude release felt electric and deeply satisfying. **30 April 2024** Mumbai, South Bombay After months of careful negotiation and escalating offers, I finally secured a private night with a famous A-list Bollywood celebrity Samar (name changed) whose bulge pic in his towel went viral and I wanted to taste it ever since, got to him through Orry. The fucker demanded several crores — as much as he charges for a movie. Money changed hands to guarantee absolute pleasure and privacy. It was decided to go to Dubai in his private island at Palm Jumeirah villa. The moment I arrived, his staff took all that I was wearing and gave me a robe. When we were alone in his lavish bedroom, dominance surged through me. I threw him onto the massive bed, freed his massive *** and *** till my *** went numb. I wanted this rod in my *** and asked him to do so. He *** so well. Orry was right about it — he’s a pro with great stamina. I was dying to taste his ***. I started to rim him, soon spread his *** cheeks apart, and buried my thick, veiny *** balls-deep in one powerful motion. I *** him mercilessly for hours — pounding with raw strength, slapping his skin, gripping his throat lightly as I drove deeper. His hole gradually gaped under the assault, dripping steadily with my *** by the time dawn approached. 3 crore mother fucker money worth spent, sala. As he dressed, still trembling, he confessed I had given him the best *** of his entire life and that I was nothing short of a *** god — who had shown him pleasures no one else ever could. The thrilling conquest of such a public, desired figure left me drenched in sweat and filled with profound, lingering satisfaction. TBC
No Picture Vayavya	Posted On Apr 17, 2026 Part 2: You Diary of Lala (Mid 2024 – 2025)* **05 August ** BBC I turned a long-held filthy fantasy into reality by arranging for a massively hung African stud to be flown in directly from Kenya, covering every expense along with a generous fee. The instant his enormous black *** sprang free, thick and heavy, my body responded with pure hunger. I dropped onto all fours on the carpet like a bitch in heat, arching my muscular back and spreading my *** invitingly. He wasted no time. That massive *** stretched my hole to its absolute limits as he slammed in deep, pounding my prostate with brutal, unrelenting force. He *** me for hours — choking my neck, spitting into my open ***, slapping my *** while I came hands-free over and over, my own *** spurting uselessly onto the floor. He flooded my wrecked, gaping hole with thick, heavy loads until warm *** poured out in steady rivers every time he thrust. The overwhelming physical destruction and complete surrender delivered a raw, intensely sultry satisfaction that left me trembling and leaking for days afterward. **10 November ** Arabian Sea – Private Yacht The gentle rocking of my luxury yacht set the perfect stage for a decadent *** party I had meticulously arranged with top male whores and select foreign studs through discreet elite pimps. Money removed every last boundary. I began by *** several of them raw right on the sun deck, my thick *** slamming into their tight *** as the waves crashed rhythmically around us and the salt air filled my lungs. Their moans mixed with the sound of the sea. Then the dynamic shifted — I surrendered completely. They passed my powerful muscular body around like a living toy, double-penetrating my ***, forcing their *** down my throat, and covering every inch of my skin with layer upon layer of ***. I was used relentlessly until the first light of sunrise, my holes overflowing, body sticky and marked. The exhilarating group energy combined with the deep, ***-soaked satisfaction left me floating in pure bliss. **15 February ** Cuckold A lavish *** party I hosted for high-end escorts took an even filthier turn when a wealthy married couple, carefully vetted and generously compensated, joined the gathering. After securing their full consent, I first pounded the husband’s *** deep and hard on the living room floor while his wife watched with wide, hungry eyes. Then I turned my attention to her, breeding her fertile *** with powerful, deliberate strokes at their explicit, desperate begging. They pleaded for my superior genes, so I filled her womb with load after thick, potent load. **23 May ** Pandit The sacred atmosphere of a grand puja ceremony in a sprawling Bandra residence unexpectedly fueled my lust when I spotted the cute young pandit with his innocent face and lithe build. Seizing a private moment backstage amid the ongoing rituals, I offered him ten thousand rupees — an amount that clearly overwhelmed him. His eager nod came quickly. I bent him over a dusty storage chest, lifted his traditional dhoti, and rammed my thick, throbbing *** into his tight *** without hesitation. I *** him fast and dirty, hips snapping forward with urgent force while the distant sound of devotional chants floated through the thin walls. When I finally bred him deep, my *** ran visibly down his thighs as he straightened his clothes. As he left, dazed and flushed, he whispered that I was a *** guru who had just enlightened him in ways the scriptures never could — the best *** he had ever known. The thrilling risk of discovery so close to the holy ceremony added an electric, dangerous edge to the deeply sultry release. **28 August ** My growing reputation among working-class men continued to provide convenient, no-frills relief. A poor young labourer readily agreed for just one thousand rupees. I took him to a secluded alley and *** his *** savagely against the rough wall, pounding him mercilessly until he begged loudly for my load. Later that same day, my regular barber, along with two drivers and a favourite waiter from a local restaurant, lined up eagerly. Small amounts of cash secured their participation. I used some of their holes with brutal efficiency, then spread my own muscular *** cheeks and let some *** me raw in turn. Another memorable sexy day. Masturbating as I am writing it — oh boy, when will I get satisfied. **12 February ** Trainer One late evening, after the regular crowd had left, I booked an exclusive private training session with my strikingly muscular gym instructor. A generous cash offer ensured complete discretion and willingness. The empty weights area became our battlefield. I dominated him first, bending him over the adjustable bench and pounding his tight *** with powerful, rhythmic thrusts. Our sweat-slicked reflections multiplied endlessly in the surrounding mirrors, heightening the visual thrill. The constant risk of a night security guard walking in added sharp adrenaline to every slap of skin. Afterward, I surrendered on the heated sauna bench, letting him *** me raw and deep until our combined sweat and *** pooled on the hot wooden slats. As we cooled down, he admitted breathlessly that I was a *** god who had delivered the best *** of his life — his personal guru in pleasure. The risky, intensely physical session left me drained yet deeply satisfied. **18 March ** High-End Mall Changing Room, South Bombay While browsing in an exclusive South Bombay luxury mall, an attractive male model browsing nearby caught my predatory eye. Money changed hands discreetly, and we slipped into a spacious private changing room. The thrill of shoppers and staff moving just beyond the heavy curtain made my pulse race wildly. I slammed my thick *** into his *** against the full-length mirror, *** him hard and fast while watching our reflections. He then turned the tables, railing my muscular *** with surprising force until I had to bite my own arm to stifle loud moans. The adrenaline rush of near-discovery transformed the quick encounter into an exhilarating, deeply sultry experience. **25 April ** Khan Through well-placed connections and a substantial payment, I brought a famous Indian cricketer Rahim Khan (name changed) to my private suite shortly after an important match. I was watching him on screen when the match was over. I asked him to come without shower as I was in full whore mood. As he arrived, I cleaned him well with my tongue. The clash of our equally muscular, athletic bodies was electric. I took him first with aggressive, powerful thrusts, then we flipped roles naturally — him pounding me deep and hard while we grappled and wrestled across the bed like competitors on the field. The exciting exchange of raw strength and stamina ended with thick loads exchanged between us, leaving both of us exhausted and filled with profound mutual satisfaction. **02 May ** Bollywood After-Party Significant funds and my natural charm secured my invitation to an exclusive after-party on a closed film set. The night evolved into a small but intensely hedonistic gathering with several industry insiders. I moved fluidly among them — *** some raw with deep, commanding strokes while others took turns claiming my *** in the dimly lit lounge. Sweat-slicked bodies pressed together, the air thick with moans and the scent of ***. The thrilling atmosphere of forbidden celebrity indulgence culminated in a deeply satisfying, ***-covered exhaustion that carried me through the following days. **10 June ** My Penthouse Servant Quarters Lust sparked unexpectedly with one of my long-term drivers. A modest cash incentive led to a spontaneous, dirty session that began in the underground car garage and continued upstairs in the servant quarters. I *** him mercilessly against the cool concrete wall first, then allowed him to use my muscular *** with eager abandon. The stark class contrast and his grateful, hungry compliance created a raw, satisfying thrill that felt both familiar and refreshingly direct. **17 July ** Luxury Hotel Suite, Mumbai I arranged for a top-tier international male escort renowned for his extreme stamina and willingness to explore extremes, booking him through a highly discreet pimp network. In the opulent hotel suite, we pushed boundaries for hours — edging each other relentlessly with toys and light restraints before I dominated him thoroughly, then surrendered and let him wreck my hole with powerful, sustained strokes. The prolonged buildup and eventual explosive release delivered layer upon layer of thrilling tension followed by ultimate, deeply sultry satisfaction. **24 August ** Secluded Spot near Aksa Beach, Mumbai During a quiet weekend getaway, I encountered a fit local near a relatively secluded stretch of coastline close to Aksa Beach. Cash secured his willing participation for an exposed outdoor session under the open sky. The thrill of waves gently lapping around our bodies as I *** him deeply in the shallow water, then surrendered and let his *** take me with rhythmic urgency, blended the natural elements with raw physicality. The exhilarating freedom of the open air resulted in a profoundly satisfying, salt-tinged climax for both of us. **05 September ** Family Wedding Hotel Room, Mumbai Outskirts Amid the festivities of a distant relative’s lavish wedding, I managed to isolate my brother-in-law in a quiet corner of the hotel. The urgent, forbidden thrill of the moment fueled an intense, multi-position marathon. I bred him desperately against the wall at first, then allowed him to take me hard on the bed while distant music and laughter from the celebrations filtered through the door. The constant risk of interruption only amplified every thrust, leading to a profoundly satisfying, taboo-soaked release. **12 October ** Private Residence, South Bombay A submissive young YouTube Insta influencer who had been admiring me from afar, making praising videos on me and my business, reached out to me and readily consented to a BDSM-tinged private session after he begged for a year. He agreed to worship me as my slave. In my residence, I began by dominating him with bondage, marking his smooth skin with controlled slaps and stimulating him intensely. After massive action, I made him lick all my body parts and accessories like belt and shoe. I fed him my hot *** and load of *** which he swallowed well. I made him clean my toilet and kept him as my maid for the entire day naked. He was not allowed to walk, only crawl. I slapped him every minute — haha, he was getting orgasms serving me. As the session ended, he looked at me with worshipful eyes and called me his *** guru — the one who had given him the best *** of his life and taught him pleasures he had only dreamed of. The charged power exchange created thrilling intensity and left us both spent, marked, and deeply satisfied. **20 November ** Affluent Couple’s Residence, South Bombay Another high-society couple, met at a recent elite event, invited me to their private residence after generous negotiations. In their elegantly furnished home, I *** both partners together — first pounding the husband’s *** with deep, commanding strokes while the wife participated actively, then shifting to breed her fertile *** at their explicit, eager begging for my superior genes. They later turned their full attention to me, sharing my body as their combined focus. The multi-layered dynamic of dominance, breeding, and surrender delivered an exciting variety of sensations and a richly fulfilling climax to the evening. **03 December ** – My 25th birthday My twenty-fifth birthday.. Wanted to cross all my limit, nothing satisfy me.. So may be this, it became the filthiest, most exhaustive celebration imaginable. In last few months I arranged for twenty-five carefully selected men — seasoned escorts, referrals from trusted pimps, locals, and a few foreigners, celebrity escorts — tested medically multiple times and quarantined to rotate through my penthouse in continuous shifts from sunrise until well past midnight. They treated my hardcore muscular body like a living, breathing *** doll with absolutely no mercy. Thick, eager *** slammed into my *** without pause for nearly twenty hours. I was bent over furniture, lifted into the air, double- and even triple-penetrated while load after load flooded my stretched guts and painted my chest, face, and abs. I moaned shamelessly like a broken whore throughout, my voice hoarse as I demanded the next *** even while *** poured steadily from my wrecked, gaping hole. They slapped my ***, spat in my ***, choked my throat, and used every inch of me relentlessly. By the end, I lay sprawled in a massive, sticky pool of seed — body trembling, holes ruined, skin marked — yet my nymphomaniac soul felt profoundly, overwhelmingly satisfied. Several of them, spent and reverent, called me their *** god — whose *** had ruined them for anyone else. Twenty-five loads for my twenty-fifth year marked a new pinnacle in my endless pursuit of pleasure. Birthday celebration not over though, on the way to London to *** my childhood crush a most loved Hollywood star , first time with a *** Oscar winner.. Damn.
1980501m	Posted On Apr 17, 2026 Encounter with Neighbour Uncle It was a power-cut night. Uncle Mehra (my neighbor, pot-bellied, grey chest hair popping from his baniyan) invited me for drinks on his terrace. We were both drunk. His wife was sleeping downstairs. “Beta, tu single hai na? Kabhi mann karta hai kisi uncle ke saath masti karne ka?” he asked, his hand already on my thigh. “Mann toh karta hai uncle… especially aap jaison ke saath,” I replied, rubbing his hard *** over his pajama. He pulled me into the dark corner, dropped his pajama and pushed my head down. “Le… choos mera mota lauda. Bahut din se kisi muh mein nahi diya.” I *** him sloppily while he whispered, “Haan beta… aur andar le… bahut achha muh hai tera… randi ban ja meri.” Then he bent me over the railing, facing the dark street, and *** me raw under the open sky. Every thrust made my *** leak. “Uncle… log dekh lenge…” I gasped. “Dekhne de… teri *** ab meri property hai,” he growled and came deep inside me, his belly pressed against my back.
No Picture Vayavya	Posted On Apr 18, 2026 Are you guys interested to read Forbidden love suhas's point of view?
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No Picture Vayavya	Posted On Apr 19, 2026 The Forbidden Love Suhas’s Story *Part 1 I had lived what everyone called a perfectly normal, settled life in Pune. At 34, I was married to Neha for eight years and we had a young son. From the outside, my life looked complete — a loving wife, a beautiful child, a stable job, and a comfortable flat. But the truth was far more complicated. I never wanted to marry a girl. The marriage was sudden and arranged, forced upon me by the heavy expectations of my orthodox Brahmin Maharashtrian family. Coming out was never an option. Even thinking about refusing the marriage felt like betraying generations of tradition. So I did what was expected of me. I got married and tried my best to forget everything I had been before. My bisexual desires had awakened much earlier. When I was 18, my own uncle had forced himself on me one night. It was violent and confusing. That unfortunate incident turned me into a beast for a few years. I *** every man I could find — Tom, ***, and Harry — with raw, merciless power, as if I was trying to punish the world or prove something to myself. It was dark and empty. Then I met Sharad in my first job. He was my first real love. He loved me with all his heart, gently and completely. With him, I became human again. We both knew we could never have a future together — not in our world — but we loved fiercely until life pulled us apart. I used to cry for hours out of frustration, knowing there was no future for us. I would dream of running away with him — packing our bags and settling in Germany or Canada, where we could live openly like other gay couples, building our own little world without fear or shame. But reality is not the same for everyone. Life, family pressure, and societal expectations crushed those dreams. I was forced to marry Neha, burying that part of me deep inside. *** with Neha was enjoyable enough — I never disliked it — but something always felt missing. Her body was soft and beautiful, yet it never gave me the same deep satisfaction I craved. She was a good woman — kind, caring, and genuinely loving. She satisfied me physically with complete devotion. In the heat of passion, she even noticed how I loved grabbing her *** and playing with her *** hole sometimes more than ***.. One night, in a moment of intense desire, she sat on me and pushed my *** into her ***. Ever since, we enjoyed *** *** too. She was such a lovely lady, always trying to make me happy. How could I ever betray her for my own selfish soul? Yet, no matter how hard I tried, my body had needs my soul could never fully ignore. Deep down, I was still craving the kind of hug Sharad used to give me. Then Raghuveer and Priya moved into the flat next door. The day they arrived, I went over to help with the boxes. Raghuveer was 30, newly married, with a gentle smile and a firm handshake. The moment our hands touched, my heart nearly stopped. He looked strikingly like Sharad — the same quiet strength, the same warm eyes, the same gentle masculinity. It felt like love was visiting me twice. After eight long years of forcing myself to be straight and loyal, here was someone who reminded me of the one person who had truly understood my soul. Why not allow it to happen? My body and soul were both pulling me toward him. Over the following weeks, we started chatting on the balcony every evening. Weekend dinners with both families became regular. I found myself looking forward to those moments more than I should have. Raghuveer was easy to talk to and had that same quiet masculinity that pulled me in. I started noticing the way his shirt stretched across his chest, the way he laughed, the way his eyes sometimes lingered on me a second longer than necessary. I knew I was falling for him. Badly. And deep down, I suspected he might feel something too. I decided I would test the waters carefully. I wanted him, and I was willing to take the risk. Then came the Goa trip. Both couples decided to go together for four days. I was excited and nervous at the same time. On the third evening, Priya and Neha planned a girls’ day out — shopping and clubbing. They left around six, leaving Raghuveer and me alone. “Finally some peace, Raghu,” I said with a smile, my heart already beating faster. “Let’s go to the beach and catch the sunset.” We changed into shorts and walked down to the sand. After sitting for a while with cold beers, I stood up. This was the moment I had planned. “I’m going for a quick swim. This heat is killing me.” I walked into the water, swam for a while, and came back dripping wet. My shorts and underwear were soaked. I had deliberately left my towel behind in the room. I wanted Raghuveer to see me — really see me. I wanted to push him, to make him look. Told him '' *** I forgot my towel, don't mind " and without hesitation, I quickly pulled down my wet underwear right in front of him. I stood completely naked, letting the cool evening air touch my skin. My thick *** was already semi-erect, throbbing slightly with anticipation. I knew he had a clear, unobstructed view. I stood there longer than necessary, searching for something to dry myself with, giving him time to take it all in. Then I saw it — Raghuveer staring openly at my ***. His eyes were wide, and he didn’t look away immediately. A rush of excitement and triumph ran through me. *Yes… he’s looking.* I grabbed his small towel and started drying myself slowly, deliberately letting him see every inch of my body. “Kaisa hai, bhai?” I asked casually, with a teasing grin, nodding towards my own ***. He looked flustered but laughed nervously. “Mazboot hai, bhai.” I raised an eyebrow and pushed further. “Tumhara kaisa hai?” “*** off,” he said, shaking his head and walking away a few steps, still laughing. But when he glanced back, I gave him my most lustful smile. I wanted him to know this was no accident. The air between us had changed completely. My heart was racing with excitement and nervousness. I had taken the first real step. We spent a little more time on the beach, but the tension was electric. After sunset, as we walked back, the evening felt chilly. I stopped outside my room and said, “Come over for coffee after a cold shower. Neha and Priya won’t be back for hours.” He hesitated for a second, then agreed. Those ten minutes while he was in his room felt endless. My mind was racing — *Will he come? Is he nervous? Does he want this as much as I do?* When he finally knocked, my heart beat faster. I opened the door wearing only a towel. “Come in,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. The room was dimly lit. I had already made two cups of coffee. We sat on the edge of the bed, sipping slowly. The silence was thick with tension. Finally, I looked at him and said, “You were staring at my *** on the beach, Raghu. I saw it in your eyes.” He swallowed hard. “It was nothing… just surprised, that’s all.” I smiled. “Don’t lie. I know you felt something. This is new for you, isn’t it? But I’ve wanted this since the day you moved in next door.” He stayed silent, but I could see the conflict and curiosity in his eyes. I leaned in and kissed him. He froze at first, then kissed me back. The kiss quickly became hungry. I removed his clothes and explored his body. When I took his throbbing *** into my *** and *** him deeply, he moaned loudly and caressed my hair. I noticed him glance at his wedding ring and whisper, “Suhas… are we sure?” I looked up confidently and said, “More than sure, Raghu. Just relax.” The next moment, my *** returned to his ***, *** him even more intensely. The way he moaned and pushed into my *** told me how much he needed this. We moved to a 69 position. He *** me eagerly for the first time, and the feeling was incredible. After that, I prepared him carefully and entered him slowly. He gasped in pain at first but begged me not to stop. I *** him deep and hard, stroking his *** at the same time. He came hard, shaking, and I followed, spraying thick *** all over his stomach and chest. *** that was awesome and satisfying after a so many years, how much I love this how do I tell anyone. That night in Goa was only the beginning TBC...
No Picture Vayavya	Posted On Apr 19, 2026 Forbidden Love Suhas's story Part 2** After Goa, Raghuveer became my private obsession. I started creating opportunities for us with careful planning. I would suggest weekend treks or short drives to Lonavala, always framing them as harmless boys’ outings. To the world, we were just close friends. In reality, those hours were ours alone — filled with raw passion, quiet tenderness, and the kind of intimacy I had never known. The thrill of secrecy became addictive. During family dinners, while everyone chatted and laughed, I would slide my hand under the table and gently squeeze Raghuveer’s thigh, then slowly move higher until my fingers brushed the growing bulge in his pants. He would try to keep a straight face, breathing shallow, while I stroked him slowly under the tablecloth.Sometimes grabbing him n kissing him in kitchen while everyone was in living room. The risk of our wives sitting right across from us made my pulse race every single time. One unforgettable evening, Neha was talking to me from the hall about some household matter. Raghuveer was on the balcony. He quietly knelt down, unzipped me through the narrow grill opening, and took my *** into his warm ***. I stood there answering my wife normally, trying not to moan, while he *** me deep and wet till I *** in his *** as there was no chance of pulling out. Raghu happily swallowed for the first time and smiled with satisfaction. And the sheer audacity of it — getting a blowjob while casually conversing with my wife — gave me one of the most intense orgasms I had ever experienced. We had several close calls. Once, Neha returned home much earlier than expected and caught us both coming out of the bedroom, my hair messy and Raghuveer’s shirt improperly buttoned. My heart nearly stopped. I quickly invented a story about fixing a noisy AC unit. She bought it, but the adrenaline from that narrow escape made our next encounter even more frantic and passionate. Neha n Priya would teas us light-heartedly. My wife would jokingly call Raghuveer “sautan” whenever she saw us together. “Suhas, my sautan is here again,” she would say with a laugh. Little did she know how close to the truth she was. My farmhouse just outside Pune was heaven specifically for us. We would drive there under the excuse of “checking on the property.” Those weekends became our private playground. We explored every fantasy we could imagine — slow, romantic lovemaking in front of the large mirror, light bondage with hands tied to the bedpost, role-play as strangers or boss and employee, outdoor *** on the terrace under the stars, edging each other for hours, and new toys we bought secretly. Every discovery brought us closer and made our connection deeper. There is a private room in our farmhouse that remains locked and inaccessible to family members. This space contains our romantic photo frames, various gifts we have exchanged, toys ,fancy thongs that we love seeing each other in and even a *** sofa . We generally do not bring family members to this farmhouse . I have informed my wife that the house serves as an investment for our future, . And about the our room I maintain the excuse that it houses important property documents and functions as my personal solitude room. One night at the farmhouse, after a particularly intense session, I told Raghuveer about Sharad. I described how Raghuveer reminded me so much of my first love story — the same gentle strength, the same warm eyes. Tears filled both our eyes as I spoke. We held each other tightly that night, and the lovemaking that followed was slower, deeper, and more emotional than anything we had shared before. In that quiet moment, with tears still in our eyes, I confessed what I had been feeling for so long. “Raghu, I love you like a husband. We have wives and kids, but there is our own world which is beyond ***. I crave for you — for your glimpse, your mere presence in the house next to me is peaceful. We have to live a dual life and we have to accept it. Maybe in the next lifetime we won’t have to share ourselves with anyone else.” He looked at me with the same depth of emotion. We both knew the weight of those words. We both celebrate two birthdays every year. One with family — full of cake, laughter, and relatives. The other was private, just the two of us. I would gift him small things he could wear hidden under his clothes — a chain, a watch, a simple ring. He would surprise me with thoughtful notes or new toys for our farmhouse adventures. Even our Goa night as an anniversary every year. The times when both our wives and kids were away were the most liberating. We would *** in every room possible, take long baths together, walk around the house completely nude the whole day, order our favourite food, watch movies cuddled up on the sofa, and talk about life for hours. Whenever one of us got hard again, we would go at it immediately — we simply could not get enough of each other. Sometimes, in the dead of night, we would wake up at 3 or 4 a.m., hearts pounding with risk, quietly cross the balcony, and *** intensely until the first light of morning before slipping back to our respective beds beside our wives. Those stolen moments — hurried, desperate, and full of adrenaline — only made our secret bond stronger. Our wives are happy, we try hard to do so, whatever they want we make sure they get, time money body romance and what not we try hard to prioritise them but yes raghu n me love each other bit more than everything else. Even today, 4 years later, when I see Raghuveer smile at me across the balcony or feel his hand brush mine secretly, I remember that first deliberate night in Goa. What began as my careful plan on a moonlit beach has become the most authentic and beautiful part of my life.
vanju1 *	Posted On Apr 19, 2026 @Vayavya - Suhas's is among the best gay stories I've read so far. They're worth several re-reads. Very well-written. Thank you so much for posting.
No Picture Vayavya	Posted On Apr 19, 2026 ♥️
No Picture Gaylover156	Posted On Apr 19, 2026 Lovely stories of every one and i loved to read novel and gay *** stories from my child hood and i had a great collection of gay comics but unfortunatly i lost that package of box when i was shifting to new home far from my previous space due to my dads transfer to another place
No Picture Verstop4405	Posted On Apr 19, 2026 Man, I'm still against cheating ur own wife but why did I still enjoyed reading this Suhas's POV? @vayavya u r a good erotic writer. Though I will never get hard on someone who's sharing thier partner, but such is life we gays live, in dilemma, in denial, secretly. still if I get chance I will drop it for my partner be it my wife, or if unmarried then my boyfriend. I'm too jealous to share my partner. Other than that the whole concept of loving your partner to the fullest is what I want, a bare minimum!
No Picture Vayavya	Posted On Apr 19, 2026 Thank you 😊 💞
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