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Gay Bedtime Fiction Stories I still remember that morning of 15 August clearly. This year we had the college reunion of all 2010 pass-out students. We had received letters, phone calls and emails months earlier, because many were in the US or Europe, some in other cities for work, and many of us still in Pune. It had been fifteen years since we last met, and we were all very excited. On the morning of 15 August we started arriving one by one. It was difficult to recognise each other at first. Some of us were connected on Facebook, but hardly anyone had met in years. We had the flag hoisting. Then the school briefly shared our achievements—some had become doctors, some lawyers, and so on—and we were felicitated one by one. I also received my shawl and flowers and returned to my place. After a while they called Aditya Mahamuni, and that was it—a sudden gush of emotion and excitement. I searched for where he was. My school crush, and more than that. He came on stage, received his flowers and shawl. The principal introduced him as a doctor in a reputed hospital in the USA. We clapped. I clapped a little louder, perhaps. As he was coming down from the stage I could see him properly. He still had the same face structure, well-built and taller now, wearing a white kurta, and that same beautiful smile. It took me straight back to our school days—how we had once been close friends with a real bonding. Aditya. My friend whom I had been in love with all those years in school. There were many times we had moments of getting close physically. There was a trip where it all started while bathing under a waterfall. He had pretended an accidental touch on my *** while taking a picture, and that stirred something in me. Later that night he braved it and touched my *** again, purposely. I asked him, “What’s wrong with you?” He smiled and said, “Everything.” Later the same year we again had the chance to stay close at my sister’s wedding. That night he was again caressing my ***, and this time I did not hesitate or stop him. I was even hoping for more. But nothing much happened beyond a pretend-sleep touch and a hug. From then on I fell in love with him—with his presence—and I started looking for opportunities like that. One day while studying we were doing some masti n then kissed on lips as a joke , and that was the first time I felt his erect *** too. That was as far as it went. All those memories flooded me when he came and stood in front of me and said, “Hello. Aahe ka olakh?”(remember me?) I came back to the present and said, “Of course, yaar,” and gave him a hug. Years of waiting for that. We had brunch with all the schoolmates; it had been arranged for us. There was a lot of laughter, selfies, teasing, and finding out who had kids and wives. Almost all of them did—except the two of us. Someone teased, “Tum dono hi karlo ab shadi. Waise bhi sale sabko ditch karke khud dono padhai karke top marte the.” They kept teasing us. I did not know what to say or how to react. It was almost two o’clock by then. Everyone else had further plans. Aditya asked me, “Let’s ditch them once more?” I laughed and said, “Chalo, let’s go to a place that has newly opened—a cozy café I like.” He said, “Must be a place where you do your dates with a girlfriend.” I answered, “No, it’s not that. It’s just peaceful.” Shortly we were at the café. He was sipping tea, I was having coffee. He said, “It feels great to be in Pune again.” I told him, “I don’t know how you guys could live without Pune. I can’t even think of leaving it.” He replied, “Paisa, my man. Paisa mangta. The lifestyle is such that we can’t afford it on an Indian salary.” Our conversation went on and on with all the fun and the memories we shared. We carefully avoided the awkward moments. Then there was a long pause, and both of us uttered at the same time, “Lagn ka nahi kela?”(why not married yet) We both laughed and blushed. He said " I was in a relationship; it didn’t work out. What about you?” I said, “Never felt so. I don’t see myself marrying to any GIRL. But at the same time I need someone for life too.” I hinted I'm gay. And there was a awkward silence. We decided to walk. I asked how long he was here. He said, “Not much, just twenty days.Need to finish some paper work too.. But if you say, I’ll stay more.” He teased and laughed. I laughed too, but then said, “If that was the case you wouldn't go without even telling me and leave me here ” I sensed the conversation becoming awkward, so I changed the topic. I told him, “Let me drop you at home.” He said, “What home? My home is sold out years ago. No body here to look for it. I’m staying in a hotel since two days back when I came.” I asked why he had not told me. He could stay with me; the house was big enough. He said, “Didn’t know if that was an option.” I insisted, “Chalo, we’ll take your luggage and go back home. You can’t stay like a visitor, Aditya. This is our city.” After a lot of convincing he agreed. We went to his hotel and started packing for him. I was helping while he packed neatly. I remembered how neat he had always been with his books and uniform, always patient about keeping things in order. I smiled and said, “You’re still the same.” He blushed. I went into the bathroom to collect his things from there and found his undies drying. I couldn't resist n squeezed his undies, he saw..i pretended I was checking if it was wet. I gathered them and gave them to him. We both smiled. In that moment I remembered touching his bulge back then. The tension in the air was clear. I stepped aside and let him pack the rest. By the time he was ready to go I felt like ordering a sandwich or something. He ordered one along with coffee for me and tea for himself again. My house was a bit far, so it was a good idea to have something before the ride. We sat very close because the table was small. Our arms brushed multiple times. The air-conditioning, the tension, his touch.....it felt nice n I hoped he could feel the same. When the coffee was finished we stood up to leave. At the door he said, “Vayu,” and suddenly pulled me into his arms and just held me there. “I missed you.” he whispered emotionally. We were simply holding each other, doing nothing. I suppose that was always us, neither of us had the guts. This time I decided for myself: no, not again. I could not leave him like that, whatever happened. I held his neck with both hands, looked into his eyes for a while, and then took his lips with mine. Between the deep, hungry kisses the words came out one by one, broken by the press of our mouths: “You… don’t… even… know… what… is… missing… … that… is… how… much I… missed… you…” He got fully into it. He pressed me hard against the door and locked it with a turn of the knob. A second later his *** moved to my neck and ear, *** and biting with years of held-back need. He whispered against my skin, “You missed me, Vayu?” Then, lower, “I craved for you for years. You won’t understand.” There was a hungry passion in every movement. I turned us and guided him toward the bed while our mouths stayed locked. We collapsed onto the mattress, still kissing, tongues deep, hands already pulling at fabric. The kisses grew wetter, more desperate, until the need to feel skin became impossible to ignore. I pulled his kurta up and over his head. He did the same with my shirt. Our bare chests met. I bent and took one of his nipples into my ***, *** hard, then the other, while my hands ran over his arms, his chest, the hard plane of his stomach. He arched into it, then pushed me back and returned the same treatment—*** open, tongue and teeth working across my nipples, my collarbone, the centre of my chest, lower still. We were both breathing hard, wet trails left wherever mouths had been. I reached for his trousers, unfastened them, and pushed them down along with his underwear. His *** sprang free, thick, large and already fully hard. I did not wait. I lowered my head and took him into my *** in one long slide, *** deeply, tongue pressing along the underside. His hand settled in my hair. Low, broken moans left him as I worked him, lips tight, head bobbing, one hand rolling his balls while the other slid further back to grip and knead his ***. I took my time, swallowing around him, pulling off only to lick and *** each ball, then drag my tongue lower across the sensitive skin of his perineum before returning to his ***. He pulled me up by the shoulders, kissed me hard enough to bruise, tongue in each other's ***.. then rolled us so he was on top. His *** travelled everywhere—biting my neck, my shoulders, my chest—leaving dark marks. Licked my armpits it felt heavenly He reached down, wrapped his hand around my ***, and stroked it once, twice, before taking it into his ***. He *** with the same intensity I had given him, cheeks hollowed, tongue swirling, going deep until I felt the head hit the back of his throat. My hips lifted. I was already close to *** , the pressure building fast, but I did not want it to end yet. I forced myself to turn beneath him. He understood immediately. His hands spread my *** open. For a long moment he only looked, breathing hard. Then his *** was between my *** . He ate my *** like a man starved—tongue flat and wet, dragging over the hole again and again, then pointing and pushing inside. His teeth grazed the sensitive rim. I pushed back against his face. He did not stop. He licked deeper, spit running, then added a finger—slowly at first, working it in and out while his tongue stayed on me. A second finger followed, stretching me wider. The burn melted into heat. Outside the light was fading; inside the room it was already dim. While his fingers moved inside me I asked, voice rough, “Do you have a condom?” That was all the signal he needed. Without breaking the rhythm of his hand he reached for his wallet, tore one open, and rolled it on. He withdrew his fingers, lined the head of his *** against my open ***, and in one firm thrust pushed all the way inside. The sudden fullness tore a shout from my throat, unbareble sharp pain that made my eyes water.. I was shaking n hinting him to remove but He held still, shhhhh it wl be fine raja.. He buried deep, one hand stroking my side until the burn eased into a heavy, stretched fullness... When I calmed a bit Only then did he begin to move. He started slow—long, deep strokes that dragged every inch of him across the inside of me—then built speed. His hips snapped harder, the sound of his balls sack meeting skin filling the room. I gripped the sheets. Each thrust punched a breath out of me. He *** me with steady, increasing force until his rhythm broke and he buried himself to the root, *** pulsing as he came. Even through the condom I felt the heat of his *** flooding deep inside my ***. He stayed there a few seconds, breathing hard against my neck, then carefully pulled out. He turned me onto my back, crawled down, and took my *** into his *** again. This time there was no holding back. He *** with single-minded focus, one hand stroking what his lips could not reach, until the pressure snapped. I came hard, uncontrollably, thick ropes of *** shooting across his tongue and spilling over his lips and chin. He kept *** through every pulse, swallowing what he could, the rest coating his face. When my *** finally softened he pulled off, wiped his *** with the back of his hand, then used a towel to clean the rest of his face. After that he lowered his head once more and gently licked my *** clean the left over *** until it lay soft against my thigh. He climbed back up, settled his weight over me, and we stayed like that—bodies pressed together, mouths meeting in slower, softer kisses. There were small blushes, quiet smiles, and a deep, settled peace neither of us had felt in fifteen years. He continued giving me soft kisses while we lay there. I felt myself blushing under the attention. After a quiet moment I asked why we had never done anything like this before. He was silent for a few seconds, then answered honestly. He said it had taken him many years to accept himself as gay, and that was the main reason he had gone to the USA—to avoid the constant pressure of marriage back home. I told him that I had also come out to my parents a few years earlier. He looked at me and repeated, almost to himself, that he had always had me in his mind. I had been his first crush, but for a long time he had lived in denial. We cleaned ourselves carefully, dressed, and finally left the hotel together. For the next twenty days we explored Pune the way we once had as boys—revisiting old streets, favourite spots, and shared childhood memories. Alongside that, we spent almost every free hour in bed. We *** day and night, learning each other’s bodies without any of the old hesitation, until the physical need slowly deepened into something quieter and more certain. By the end of those weeks we had fallen in love with each other in a way that felt both new and long overdue. On the day before he was supposed to leave, when we were starting to pack , I asked him, “don't go.. Stay na, if you can.” He did not need much convincing. He simply said, “Yes. I also want the same. I’ve been thinking about it for a few days now.. I guess I'm not done with you yet. ” And yes he stayed.

Unknown night action. I bumped into this thread. It has *** stories which made me leak my *** that I was holding since 2 weeks :)

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Is it the face or body parts? Absolutely right kiss on *** is more powerful

Is it the face or body parts? I don't know but I like muslim young boys a lot . They always attract to me go down on my knees for them . NVR notice about there looks but the moment they down their pants i always got my heart beat fast lol . Big juicy hygiene cut *** yummm 😋.

Why don't tops like to eat bottom's asshole as a pussy ? Any uncle want to rim my *** please msg eat me as long as you want i would moan while u rim me hard nd spank my *** hard

Is it the face or body parts? Nature matters more.. and then the hygiene... Dark or fair.. hairy or smooth...these are not an issue....

Why don't tops like to eat bottom's asshole as a pussy ? I have met only one guy was an absolute solid *** rimmed... I have been rimmed 4-5 times... The fun first your hole being loved and lubed and then fingers.. and after that your hole just opens up easily for your top partner... And then you want to please them also... Guys go crazy when they see my *** in saree .. but I previously tell them that although I have absolutely round bubbly ***.. I am hairy .. some guys get more turned on.. some don't.... Being a CD I keep my *** absolutely smell free .. especially when I am about to meet someone... I go to washroom and either powder a little .. or apply kamsutra fragrance gel after that I wear panties and bra and dress.. and I have meet guys who have loved my *** so much... But then I have also given them equally good pleasure as well.. by *** and rimming them also... Also rimming under shower is so sexy... 😘

Why don't tops like to eat bottom's asshole as a pussy ? Men love eating my *** even though I am hairy

Is it the face or body parts? It varies frm person to person. When u r *** the face doesnt matter. I rate hygiene above everything and of course mutual likes and pleasures counts.

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Why don't tops like to eat bottom's asshole as a pussy ? Unlike straight, a gay takes lots of effort to keep & maintain himself clean & hygienic. True, It's very difficult to keep your *** clean, it takes lot of effort. I am not bottom but when I bottom I am very selective. It takes more than 15 hours for me to prepare for a top because before douching, I have to empty my bowel and in order to move my bowl, I eat fiber rich food and fruitsand then take OTC Stimulative laxatives to empty my bowel. After emptying my bowel, I clean my *** canal by douching thoroughly. Once I am clean inside out of *** and body,I don't eat until I finish having ***, if you eat, there's a good chance that your digestive system will push excrement towards the *** canal. The other thing is that you cannot maitain a clean *** for a long time, at the most 4 hours before you start accumulating *** in your ***. When I douche, my top literally fucks me with his toungue. Beside *** hygiene, oral hygiene is also very important, to me oral hygiene is more important than *** hygiene, because I am mostly top. To me bad breath is a big turn-off doesn't matter how good looking the person is. BTW, how many of you all know that the bacteria that causes bad breath in your *** is the same bacteria in your *** that causes the *** smell so bad; hence the idiom," your breath smells like ***". To maintain a clean breath, just brushing your teeth in the morning is not good enough, you will have to floss and brush before going to bed every day. Once in six month dental cleaning and once in two years deep cleaning.

Is it the face or body parts? @Dhruvpatel619 says, "A kiss on *** is more passionate than kiss on lips." Lol. It's rather kiss on the *** is lust and a kiss on the lips is passionate. People who love each other kiss on the lips and kissing or *** *** is for anonymous ***, that is, *** & Forget.

Desi After Dark Koi 14-30 saal k ladka bilkul hairy ho noida se r top ho. Me uska hairy *** lick karna chahta hu r *** chusna chahta hu

HIV poz people, how is life after getting the infection? @asimas... I leave you to yourself because I cannot experiment more to prove other than I am myself positive through orals.... I *** *** and never had them *** in ***. But precum was the source. Please read the comments and devise for yourself. But be safe buddy. Once positive life is not same and is always in hiding, however true that meds today are much much effective against HIV. HIV is no more fatal. In fact to me it's much more manageable than BP and Diabetes

HIV poz people, how is life after getting the infection? @Pixel... That's what I said ... Orals are safe unless one is having any *** injury and the other person is "detectable". Also results vary depending upon time of exposure. Hence orals are safe but has those terms and conditions. I got through orals... That's for sure... Because I never ever had *** till that point ...

Is it the face or body parts? Well, if you see around in world Many cute bottoms are being *** recklessly by matured hairy black tops. I personally love more *** rather than face. Because most of the time we bottoms spend time kissing the ***. A kiss on *** is more passionate than kiss on lips.

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Is it the face or body parts? Thighs, hairy legs, chest and ***!!! Face doesn't matter..

Is it the face or body parts? i just fall for biceps, period.

FREE USE FANTASY/EXPERIENCE 22b houseboy here, looking to explore a total free-use. I want to find someone or a group of friends who wants to completely take over and use me however they like. If you're a top, have a place, and want to set something up for tomorrow, drop me a message.

Is it the face or body parts? For me guys, it seems body part. People might take it in bad way but as we are anonymouse here, i can share it. Somehow Me and my Mom ended up having *** with each other. Its only me who initiated it but then carried by both of us. It started like, at night due to heavy heat in our house, she was only wearing nighty with no inners. And yes, during sleep our wardrobe goes here and there. So her went up till her belly. I felt a soft warm thing touching my thigh during sleep. I half woke up and saw her below part naked. Then the thing started to kick in. I just grabbed her by her *** and slowly inserted my tool in her and started doing it. She was half asleep as was aware what was happening but still she was in sleep. I came in her 2 times. It might sound weird but it does happened.

Desi After Dark My story is little different. People might take it in bad way but as we are anonymouse here, i can share it. Somehow Me and my Mom ended up having *** with each other. Its only me who initiated it but then carried by both of us. It started like, at night due to heavy heat in our house, she was only wearing nighty with no inners. And yes, during sleep our wardrobe goes here and there. So her went up till her belly. I felt a soft warm thing touching my thigh during sleep. I half woke up and saw her below part naked. Then the thing started to kick in. I just grabbed her by her *** and slowly inserted my tool in her and started doing it. She was half asleep as was aware what was happening but still she was in sleep. I came in her 2 times. It might sound weird but it does happened.

FREE USE FANTASY/EXPERIENCE My story is like a 2 way free use. People might take it in bad way but as we are anonymouse here, i can share it. Somehow Me and my Mom ended up having *** with each other. Its only me who initiated it but then carried by both of us. It started like, at night due to heavy heat in our house, she was only wearing nighty with no inners. And yes, during sleep our wardrobe goes here and there. So her went up till her belly. I felt a soft warm thing touching my thigh during sleep. I half woke up and saw her below part naked. Then the thing started to kick in. I just grabbed her by her *** and slowly inserted my tool in her and started doing it. She was half asleep as was aware what was happening but still she was in sleep. I came in her 2 times. It might sound weird but it does happened.

Men in Uniform - experience with Army/Police/CISF Is anyone aware about that father at church wears white gown Has anybody seen father in that dress That clothes of father is damn good and if someone young and hot wearing that gown looks damn hot.... Imagination makes me crazy..🔥🔥

Is it the face or body parts? I am passing by a strange environment right now. The person I love is my relative. In general I don't think if someone will like him, but for me : I just want to have that man in my life. Loviing without knowing him since 2018. So it's true our own body and feelings even doing fraud with me as I remember I preferred hygeine in my early days, then age was matter now I fall in love with the person , was not in my selection criteria so now I love his age and face because I like him.

Seeing men in underwears is hot af Looking at male butts in the underwear is super hot especially when the butt is big and thick. I would love a hot muscled man with big butt to sit on my face with the underwear on and then rub his *** on my face

Is it the face or body parts? Just a clean hot *** is all that matters to me..face doesn't matter as i don't like kisses

Biggest dick that you have sucked so far 6.5 inches thick one and What a mouthful it was. Just big enough to fill my ***, Now thinking of it, want a nice big *** to *** again.

Is it the face or body parts? For me nature matters more, anyone being rude, forcing themselves, or being angry is instant no and I avoid them. Apart from that for me a manly body is a big turn on, especially if they have big chest and shoulder. But a thin below average guy would work for me if he has a thick ***.

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Is it the face or body parts? For me a man's chemistry matters more than his looks but a macho looking dark man with a big black *** always gets my attention. Since I am a fat *** white gal, I get attracted to dark men more than anyone else because opposites attract..

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Men in Uniform - experience with Army/Police/CISF Though I’m 22 and a bottom, I really think age doesn’t matter when it comes to this- if you see such fit, macho, bearded studs in uniform, especially policemen in khaki with those fitted shirts and pants, it can really drive you crazy. They genuinely have a different vibe and aura about them. But it’s so difficult to approach them! I almost gathered all my courage to compliment him and say, “Sir, you look really handsome,” but somehow I controlled myself. I just hope I find someone like him someday. 🤞

Is it the face or body parts? Its natural appeal.

The Invisible Weight: Growing Up Gay, Living in Silence, and the Exhaustion We Don't Talk About Ok.. This is heavy, as it summarised my childhood and frankly, a big part of my adulthood. That constant nigging pain in the heart, that constant pressure of balancing "family's expectations" to that of "not marrying and ruining another person's life"; it's an endless anxiety, every day and night and yet, you have to smile and put a happy face in front of the world.

Biggest dick that you have sucked so far 6.5 i guess it wassup too big for mee thoo I was almost gaging on it😁😁

Is it the face or body parts? I prefer their *** size (mid-large), hygiene and the seduction. That's it, I don't care about the looks.

Desi After Dark I want some straight men to seduce me and take me to their room and start caressing, fondle and grope me. While I pretend that Im not liking what they are doing to me. But inside I'm happy. After groping me, they try to *** me while I resist, they should use their manly strength and r@pe me and also call their other straight Friends to dr!I'll me to the core. While I plead them not to do this to me but in real i want all their d!cks in me 😊✨ Any Hyderabadi tops with place? I'm 40 yr old bottom

Is it the face or body parts? For a bottom like me , it's their ***... face doesn't matter, just need a 6+ ***

Is it the face or body parts? Face does not matter.rough guys with black *** are the hottest

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Seducing straight guys Just don't seduce straight guys please. This is how all gay community is seen as creep. If they're straight, they're straight simple!!

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Seducing straight guys Any one can help my coworker is gay I didn't not find he is top or btm anybody help to how to find him

Biggest dick that you have sucked so far I think a good douche helps with taking big size ***. It gives you the confidence that nothing bad will go down there and you can keep on going. But for me I’m into fitness and follow a strict diet so that helps too.

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Solo Travelers around the country I am solo traveller… Can u suggest me some good cruising places, gay hotspots or group gatherings across the country

Is it the face or body parts? Face is beat part I want heavy *** on my ***

Gay Bedtime Fiction Stories I still remember that morning of 15 August clearly. This year we had the college reunion of all 2010 pass-out students. We had received letters, phone calls and emails months earlier, because many were in the US or Europe, some in other cities for work, and many of us still in Pune. It had been fifteen years since we last met, and we were all very excited. On the morning of 15 August we started arriving one by one. It was difficult to recognise each other at first. Some of us were connected on Facebook, but hardly anyone had met in years. We had the flag hoisting. Then the school briefly shared our achievements—some had become doctors, some lawyers, and so on—and we were felicitated one by one. I also received my shawl and flowers and returned to my place. After a while they called Aditya Mahamuni, and that was it—a sudden gush of emotion and excitement. I searched for where he was. My school crush, and more than that. He came on stage, received his flowers and shawl. The principal introduced him as a doctor in a reputed hospital in the USA. We clapped. I clapped a little louder, perhaps. As he was coming down from the stage I could see him properly. He still had the same face structure, well-built and taller now, wearing a white kurta, and that same beautiful smile. It took me straight back to our school days—how we had once been close friends with a real bonding. Aditya. My friend whom I had been in love with all those years in school. There were many times we had moments of getting close physically. There was a trip where it all started while bathing under a waterfall. He had pretended an accidental touch on my *** while taking a picture, and that stirred something in me. Later that night he braved it and touched my *** again, purposely. I asked him, “What’s wrong with you?” He smiled and said, “Everything.” Later the same year we again had the chance to stay close at my sister’s wedding. That night he was again caressing my ***, and this time I did not hesitate or stop him. I was even hoping for more. But nothing much happened beyond a pretend-sleep touch and a hug. From then on I fell in love with him—with his presence—and I started looking for opportunities like that. One day while studying we were doing some masti n then kissed on lips as a joke , and that was the first time I felt his erect *** too. That was as far as it went. All those memories flooded me when he came and stood in front of me and said, “Hello. Aahe ka olakh?”(remember me?) I came back to the present and said, “Of course, yaar,” and gave him a hug. Years of waiting for that. We had brunch with all the schoolmates; it had been arranged for us. There was a lot of laughter, selfies, teasing, and finding out who had kids and wives. Almost all of them did—except the two of us. Someone teased, “Tum dono hi karlo ab shadi. Waise bhi sale sabko ditch karke khud dono padhai karke top marte the.” They kept teasing us. I did not know what to say or how to react. It was almost two o’clock by then. Everyone else had further plans. Aditya asked me, “Let’s ditch them once more?” I laughed and said, “Chalo, let’s go to a place that has newly opened—a cozy café I like.” He said, “Must be a place where you do your dates with a girlfriend.” I answered, “No, it’s not that. It’s just peaceful.” Shortly we were at the café. He was sipping tea, I was having coffee. He said, “It feels great to be in Pune again.” I told him, “I don’t know how you guys could live without Pune. I can’t even think of leaving it.” He replied, “Paisa, my man. Paisa mangta. The lifestyle is such that we can’t afford it on an Indian salary.” Our conversation went on and on with all the fun and the memories we shared. We carefully avoided the awkward moments. Then there was a long pause, and both of us uttered at the same time, “Lagn ka nahi kela?”(why not married yet) We both laughed and blushed. He said " I was in a relationship; it didn’t work out. What about you?” I said, “Never felt so. I don’t see myself marrying to any GIRL. But at the same time I need someone for life too.” I hinted I'm gay. And there was a awkward silence. We decided to walk. I asked how long he was here. He said, “Not much, just twenty days.Need to finish some paper work too.. But if you say, I’ll stay more.” He teased and laughed. I laughed too, but then said, “If that was the case you wouldn't go without even telling me and leave me here ” I sensed the conversation becoming awkward, so I changed the topic. I told him, “Let me drop you at home.” He said, “What home? My home is sold out years ago. No body here to look for it. I’m staying in a hotel since two days back when I came.” I asked why he had not told me. He could stay with me; the house was big enough. He said, “Didn’t know if that was an option.” I insisted, “Chalo, we’ll take your luggage and go back home. You can’t stay like a visitor, Aditya. This is our city.” After a lot of convincing he agreed. We went to his hotel and started packing for him. I was helping while he packed neatly. I remembered how neat he had always been with his books and uniform, always patient about keeping things in order. I smiled and said, “You’re still the same.” He blushed. I went into the bathroom to collect his things from there and found his undies drying. I couldn't resist n squeezed his undies, he saw..i pretended I was checking if it was wet. I gathered them and gave them to him. We both smiled. In that moment I remembered touching his bulge back then. The tension in the air was clear. I stepped aside and let him pack the rest. By the time he was ready to go I felt like ordering a sandwich or something. He ordered one along with coffee for me and tea for himself again. My house was a bit far, so it was a good idea to have something before the ride. We sat very close because the table was small. Our arms brushed multiple times. The air-conditioning, the tension, his touch.....it felt nice n I hoped he could feel the same. When the coffee was finished we stood up to leave. At the door he said, “Vayu,” and suddenly pulled me into his arms and just held me there. “I missed you.” he whispered emotionally. We were simply holding each other, doing nothing. I suppose that was always us, neither of us had the guts. This time I decided for myself: no, not again. I could not leave him like that, whatever happened. I held his neck with both hands, looked into his eyes for a while, and then took his lips with mine. Between the deep, hungry kisses the words came out one by one, broken by the press of our mouths: “You… don’t… even… know… what… is… missing… … that… is… how… much I… missed… you…” He got fully into it. He pressed me hard against the door and locked it with a turn of the knob. A second later his *** moved to my neck and ear, *** and biting with years of held-back need. He whispered against my skin, “You missed me, Vayu?” Then, lower, “I craved for you for years. You won’t understand.” There was a hungry passion in every movement. I turned us and guided him toward the bed while our mouths stayed locked. We collapsed onto the mattress, still kissing, tongues deep, hands already pulling at fabric. The kisses grew wetter, more desperate, until the need to feel skin became impossible to ignore. I pulled his kurta up and over his head. He did the same with my shirt. Our bare chests met. I bent and took one of his nipples into my ***, *** hard, then the other, while my hands ran over his arms, his chest, the hard plane of his stomach. He arched into it, then pushed me back and returned the same treatment—*** open, tongue and teeth working across my nipples, my collarbone, the centre of my chest, lower still. We were both breathing hard, wet trails left wherever mouths had been. I reached for his trousers, unfastened them, and pushed them down along with his underwear. His *** sprang free, thick, large and already fully hard. I did not wait. I lowered my head and took him into my *** in one long slide, *** deeply, tongue pressing along the underside. His hand settled in my hair. Low, broken moans left him as I worked him, lips tight, head bobbing, one hand rolling his balls while the other slid further back to grip and knead his ***. I took my time, swallowing around him, pulling off only to lick and *** each ball, then drag my tongue lower across the sensitive skin of his perineum before returning to his ***. He pulled me up by the shoulders, kissed me hard enough to bruise, tongue in each other's ***.. then rolled us so he was on top. His *** travelled everywhere—biting my neck, my shoulders, my chest—leaving dark marks. Licked my armpits it felt heavenly He reached down, wrapped his hand around my ***, and stroked it once, twice, before taking it into his ***. He *** with the same intensity I had given him, cheeks hollowed, tongue swirling, going deep until I felt the head hit the back of his throat. My hips lifted. I was already close to *** , the pressure building fast, but I did not want it to end yet. I forced myself to turn beneath him. He understood immediately. His hands spread my *** open. For a long moment he only looked, breathing hard. Then his *** was between my *** . He ate my *** like a man starved—tongue flat and wet, dragging over the hole again and again, then pointing and pushing inside. His teeth grazed the sensitive rim. I pushed back against his face. He did not stop. He licked deeper, spit running, then added a finger—slowly at first, working it in and out while his tongue stayed on me. A second finger followed, stretching me wider. The burn melted into heat. Outside the light was fading; inside the room it was already dim. While his fingers moved inside me I asked, voice rough, “Do you have a condom?” That was all the signal he needed. Without breaking the rhythm of his hand he reached for his wallet, tore one open, and rolled it on. He withdrew his fingers, lined the head of his *** against my open ***, and in one firm thrust pushed all the way inside. The sudden fullness tore a shout from my throat, unbareble sharp pain that made my eyes water.. I was shaking n hinting him to remove but He held still, shhhhh it wl be fine raja.. He buried deep, one hand stroking my side until the burn eased into a heavy, stretched fullness... When I calmed a bit Only then did he begin to move. He started slow—long, deep strokes that dragged every inch of him across the inside of me—then built speed. His hips snapped harder, the sound of his balls sack meeting skin filling the room. I gripped the sheets. Each thrust punched a breath out of me. He *** me with steady, increasing force until his rhythm broke and he buried himself to the root, *** pulsing as he came. Even through the condom I felt the heat of his *** flooding deep inside my ***. He stayed there a few seconds, breathing hard against my neck, then carefully pulled out. He turned me onto my back, crawled down, and took my *** into his *** again. This time there was no holding back. He *** with single-minded focus, one hand stroking what his lips could not reach, until the pressure snapped. I came hard, uncontrollably, thick ropes of *** shooting across his tongue and spilling over his lips and chin. He kept *** through every pulse, swallowing what he could, the rest coating his face. When my *** finally softened he pulled off, wiped his *** with the back of his hand, then used a towel to clean the rest of his face. After that he lowered his head once more and gently licked my *** clean the left over *** until it lay soft against my thigh. He climbed back up, settled his weight over me, and we stayed like that—bodies pressed together, mouths meeting in slower, softer kisses. There were small blushes, quiet smiles, and a deep, settled peace neither of us had felt in fifteen years. He continued giving me soft kisses while we lay there. I felt myself blushing under the attention. After a quiet moment I asked why we had never done anything like this before. He was silent for a few seconds, then answered honestly. He said it had taken him many years to accept himself as gay, and that was the main reason he had gone to the USA—to avoid the constant pressure of marriage back home. I told him that I had also come out to my parents a few years earlier. He looked at me and repeated, almost to himself, that he had always had me in his mind. I had been his first crush, but for a long time he had lived in denial. We cleaned ourselves carefully, dressed, and finally left the hotel together. For the next twenty days we explored Pune the way we once had as boys—revisiting old streets, favourite spots, and shared childhood memories. Alongside that, we spent almost every free hour in bed. We *** day and night, learning each other’s bodies without any of the old hesitation, until the physical need slowly deepened into something quieter and more certain. By the end of those weeks we had fallen in love with each other in a way that felt both new and long overdue. On the day before he was supposed to leave, when we were starting to pack , I asked him, “don't go.. Stay na, if you can.” He did not need much convincing. He simply said, “Yes. I also want the same. I’ve been thinking about it for a few days now.. I guess I'm not done with you yet. ” And yes he stayed.

Unknown night action. I bumped into this thread. It has *** stories which made me leak my *** that I was holding since 2 weeks :)

Why don't tops like to eat bottom's asshole as a pussy ? lovely. description Vedika. Rimmimhg, i feel is the best act.bu need to be. careful

Is it the face or body parts? Absolutely right kiss on *** is more powerful

Is it the face or body parts? I don't know but I like muslim young boys a lot . They always attract to me go down on my knees for them . NVR notice about there looks but the moment they down their pants i always got my heart beat fast lol . Big juicy hygiene cut *** yummm 😋.

Why don't tops like to eat bottom's asshole as a pussy ? Any uncle want to rim my *** please msg eat me as long as you want i would moan while u rim me hard nd spank my *** hard

Is it the face or body parts? Nature matters more.. and then the hygiene... Dark or fair.. hairy or smooth...these are not an issue....

Why don't tops like to eat bottom's asshole as a pussy ? I have met only one guy was an absolute solid *** rimmed... I have been rimmed 4-5 times... The fun first your hole being loved and lubed and then fingers.. and after that your hole just opens up easily for your top partner... And then you want to please them also... Guys go crazy when they see my *** in saree .. but I previously tell them that although I have absolutely round bubbly ***.. I am hairy .. some guys get more turned on.. some don't.... Being a CD I keep my *** absolutely smell free .. especially when I am about to meet someone... I go to washroom and either powder a little .. or apply kamsutra fragrance gel after that I wear panties and bra and dress.. and I have meet guys who have loved my *** so much... But then I have also given them equally good pleasure as well.. by *** and rimming them also... Also rimming under shower is so sexy... 😘

Why don't tops like to eat bottom's asshole as a pussy ? Men love eating my *** even though I am hairy

Is it the face or body parts? It varies frm person to person. When u r *** the face doesnt matter. I rate hygiene above everything and of course mutual likes and pleasures counts.

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Why don't tops like to eat bottom's asshole as a pussy ? Unlike straight, a gay takes lots of effort to keep & maintain himself clean & hygienic. True, It's very difficult to keep your *** clean, it takes lot of effort. I am not bottom but when I bottom I am very selective. It takes more than 15 hours for me to prepare for a top because before douching, I have to empty my bowel and in order to move my bowl, I eat fiber rich food and fruitsand then take OTC Stimulative laxatives to empty my bowel. After emptying my bowel, I clean my *** canal by douching thoroughly. Once I am clean inside out of *** and body,I don't eat until I finish having ***, if you eat, there's a good chance that your digestive system will push excrement towards the *** canal. The other thing is that you cannot maitain a clean *** for a long time, at the most 4 hours before you start accumulating *** in your ***. When I douche, my top literally fucks me with his toungue. Beside *** hygiene, oral hygiene is also very important, to me oral hygiene is more important than *** hygiene, because I am mostly top. To me bad breath is a big turn-off doesn't matter how good looking the person is. BTW, how many of you all know that the bacteria that causes bad breath in your *** is the same bacteria in your *** that causes the *** smell so bad; hence the idiom," your breath smells like ***". To maintain a clean breath, just brushing your teeth in the morning is not good enough, you will have to floss and brush before going to bed every day. Once in six month dental cleaning and once in two years deep cleaning.

Is it the face or body parts? @Dhruvpatel619 says, "A kiss on *** is more passionate than kiss on lips." Lol. It's rather kiss on the *** is lust and a kiss on the lips is passionate. People who love each other kiss on the lips and kissing or *** *** is for anonymous ***, that is, *** & Forget.

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HIV poz people, how is life after getting the infection? @asimas... I leave you to yourself because I cannot experiment more to prove other than I am myself positive through orals.... I *** *** and never had them *** in ***. But precum was the source. Please read the comments and devise for yourself. But be safe buddy. Once positive life is not same and is always in hiding, however true that meds today are much much effective against HIV. HIV is no more fatal. In fact to me it's much more manageable than BP and Diabetes

HIV poz people, how is life after getting the infection? @Pixel... That's what I said ... Orals are safe unless one is having any *** injury and the other person is "detectable". Also results vary depending upon time of exposure. Hence orals are safe but has those terms and conditions. I got through orals... That's for sure... Because I never ever had *** till that point ...

Is it the face or body parts? Well, if you see around in world Many cute bottoms are being *** recklessly by matured hairy black tops. I personally love more *** rather than face. Because most of the time we bottoms spend time kissing the ***. A kiss on *** is more passionate than kiss on lips.

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