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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 lanesâthe 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 legendaryâeight 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. | Gay Bedtime Fiction Stories
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A society of lesser men raised in denial (you all are hĹmø AF): hiding behind the convenient shield of "society" and "tradition,", and "presure"; yet clinging desperately to generational wealth, comfort, and inherited privilege they cannot bear to question, let alone relinquish.
They speak of family values while remaining ignorant of a woman's body, unaware of how to truly satisfy her, how to lead her to genuine pleasure and release. I bait they don't know she can have multiple orgasm without even penetration or know where is clit or right hole to insert (even men btw, top.or bot). Yet the moment she dares to seek the same freedom they claim as their birthright, she is branded a "sl*t," while they face no judgment for their own indiscretions. They carry risks, pass on infections from M2M without remorse, and still demand purity from the very women they fail.
They crown themselves custodians of "masculinity," patrolling its narrow borders, only to deny their own sons and daughters the breathing room they themselves never truly possessed. As rightly observed in that bold profile (@behenchĹd) if they were genuinely bisexual, they would pursue connection with the same intensity across the spectrum; skirts as much as pants, no the *** doens't count. Sexuality is rarely fixed; it flows, shifts with time, circumstance, desire, and need... much like choosing non-veg during an outing, yet observing restraint on days of fasting or reflection.
True manhood and authentic masculinity remain mysteries to them. Perhaps they should turn to art, literature, and cinema that dares to explore the core of it: Shahid Kapoorâs character in Jab We Met: raw, vulnerable, alive; Mammootty in Kaathal; Navin Pauly in Moothon (a film of haunting beauty, where Rooshan Mathew burns with quiet intensity, also Malayalam cinema is ahead of times but men of those place, not so much); the profound writings of Tagore; or the raw honesty of South Indian literature like R. Raj Raoâs Hostel Room 131 (college hostel life & exploring M2M sexuality) and Vasudhendraâs Mohanaswamy (Kannada).
From a once, I was a "toxic masculine" North Indian boy on a sports scholarship (Rugby, - National, Football+vollebal (club & state level) plus boarding school boy, an open, bisexual, (since 15), rough around the edges, who slowly fell in love with an intelligent, intellectual gay man. That relationship became the catalyst for my own transition: from performing hyper-masculinity to embracing my truth as an openly gay man. Iâve fought for our rights, fom the battle against Section 377c to the Trans Bill and beyond, still pushing against prejudice, fear, and institutional resistance, much like so many others trapped in denial and silence.
Today I stand in love with another man, one still emerging from the closet, navigating his own path in a different era, yet walking a parallel journey of awakening.
To those still hiding: all the best in whatever space you currently occupy. But know this: you are cheating not just your partner, but yourself, god (pheras you took in name of fire-murgan-aayappa-jesus-allah (whatever form you worship), family, and legally (if they discover there is heft alimony to pay). You are wielding the very patriarchy that wounded you to wound the one person who left everything behind to build a home with you. And let us not forget: women, across the board, remain among the most systematically deprived and abused in this structure.
The cycle continues until we choose honesty: with our desires, our bodies, our loves, and our truths, and have some ouce of empathy. My 2cents to this sad thread. | Goa Trip Plan
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I was casually scrolling through telegram groups looking for hookups when i noticed a text tht read âurgent service neededâ. I was *** and so i dm ed him tht im available for fun and i briefly introduced myself.
The person turned out to be a policeman and he told me tht he needed househelp service.
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V exchanged numbers and he would call me for some basic house cleaning over the weekends.
He paid v handsomely so I didnât mind working, most of the time it would be gardening work and i enjoyed gardening so i didnât complain.
A few weeks went by and v didnât have much interaction.Then an opportunity came, his wife went on a trip with her old friends for a week.
He asked me if im free of tht week then i could stay over.
I gladly accepted.
Next week Saturday i came with 4 pairs of clothes.
Little did i know tht i wont b using any of those pairs and the one pair of clothes i was wearing would be torn into pieces on Saturday itself.
Lemmi know if u wanna know more about what happened:)
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I had a gay Indian friend from a good family by the name Nandu, we both worked in IT department. He had two older sisters and only son of his parents and hence had
the great responsibility of getting married and producing an heir and continue the lineage of his great grand father's ancestry. He confided in me that his parents, older sisters
and other family elders are forcing him to get married. It has come to such an extend that he doesn't want to go home anymore and find little or no reason to stay away from his parents
and relatives. He sincerely asked for my advice since I was older than him and happily living as a single gay male. This is what I told him:
Eventhough we are both gay and Asian but our family background is completely different. However, as far as I can see, you have no easy way to solve your dilemma.
Just like every gayIndian does, you get married and suffer for the rest of your life. It's very difficult to hide your sexuality, it's possible that your wife may find out that you are gay.
How ugly and difficult this may turnout will dpend upon your wife and her compassion towards you.
Second option which I recommend is that tell your parents and all family members that you are gay, the worst that could happen is your mother will cry and your father
and other family members will disown you but this shouldn't matter because you already want to stay away from your family and live alone by yourself.
He did choose the first option, just like all the gay Indians, that is, he got married. His wife was young & beautiful and highly educated, modern women.
Within few month after his marriage, his wife filed for divorce because my freind could not cosummate his marriage. My friend agreed to sign the divorce papper without contest but
she was mean and cruel, she was not satisfied just with the annulment of the marriage, she filed law suite for intentional concealment of his sexual orientation & intentional infliction
of emotional distress and was seeking for punitive and compensatory damages for the sum of one million dollars; including the wedding expenses incurred by her parent of $200,000.
Well, now the whole Indian community and the world knows that Nandu is gay. My friend was so devastated that he was thinking of committing suicide.
I told my friend that he is a fool. This is a good opportunity for your redemption, dont' worry about the Indian community or your family members, worry about your future.
The gay community is your community now and your family members will forgive you someday and will accept you as you are. Nandu hired a good lawyer and the case was settled for
$350, 000 and now he is living a happy gay life. Even though his sisters and some family members has accepted his life style but his parents still disown him; give a little time they will come around,
too because time is the best remedy to heal every kind of wounds.
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Honestly, I donât even want to get married, but I already know how this is gonna go. One day my parents will just decide itâs time, like my life is something they can plan for me. Theyâll say itâs for my good, that they know better but forcing something this big doesnât feel like love, it just feels like pressure. I can already see it, me smiling on the outside, doing everything right, while inside it feels completely wrong. Like Iâm stepping into a life I never chose, and once it starts, it wonât stop and just a whole storm building up. And the worst part? Iâll be expected to stay quiet and call it happiness. Disgusting!!!! | Dealing with a lonely life post 30-40
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The air in my friend Rohanâs village was thick, not just with the pre-Holi excitement, but with a different kind of energy that made my skin prickle. Iâd arrived a day early, a bit nervous, to his grandparentsâ sprawling ancestral home. Rohan, always the charmer, introduced me to his crew â a bunch of guys who looked like theyâd wrestled bulls for fun. Their laughter was loud, their bodies solid, and my own shy, almost effeminate demeanor felt like a neon sign flashing âtargetâ. They teased me, their words playful but with an undercurrent that hinted at something more. âDekh Rohan, tera naya dost kitna nazuk hai!â theyâd boom, ruffling my hair, their hands rough but not unkind, yet. Iâd 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 wasnât just about colors; this was about Kapde Faad Holi, the legendary âclothes-rippingâ Holi. I saw it happen to Rohanâs 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 Rohanâs face, and I saw it reflected in the eyes of his friends. They didnât just want to color me; they wanted to strip me bare. The playful nudges turned into firm grips. Rohanâs 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. âAaj toh tu puri tarah rangeen hoga, mere yaar!â (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.
âAb teri baari hai!â (Now itâs your turn!) another one of Rohanâs 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 menâs 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 â it all blurred into a haze of sensation, a wild, untamed celebration of flesh and desire, with me as the ultimate prize. | Gay Bedtime Fiction Stories
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Lagbhag 45 sal ka tha
Delhi ka Rajput bataya usane
Isse pahle uski posting guahati(assam) me thi
Waha camp ke bahar ek shopkeeper aur uski wife dono ko chodta tha wo
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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 lanesâthe 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 legendaryâeight 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. | Gay Bedtime Fiction Stories
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