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Gay Bedtime Fiction Stories @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.

Gay Bedtime Fiction Stories 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.

Gay Bedtime Fiction Stories 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...

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Gay Bedtime Fiction Stories Came home after my failed cruising attempt at Thane bus depo but u did get some fun in the Train. I had to order some daily things so tried adding it on zepto and end up seeing item undeliverable at the moment schedule it for tomorrow and didnt want to wake up early today to order these items. Installed Blinkit and added those items to cart the bill did go up by 130rs, I got fresh, cleaned my tiffin, got my bed ready, got in just shorts without undies to sleep and then i remembered i had ordered something so wore a tshirt and sat on the sofa watching TV until the delivery which was showing 7mins. I kept playing with my *** with my hands in the pants, i wanted to remove it out but was scared if my neighbor comes up as he does afternoon shift and returns till 11.30. I kept watching the TV with a south indian movie with the actor Manmoothy. I kept my lights dim. The delivery man came and i didnt see him while i was busy with my hand in my pants. He kept seeing me from outside thru the safety door grill and then he just said "beta apka parcel" which hurried me to remove my hands out in a rush. He said "aram se aphi ka ghar hai". I opened the door to see a mature man in 45s holding the bags. Taking the parcel i kept my head down looking at his thing and he seeing me do it just pulled his undies like the way we adjust it after sitting for longer time. Kept the bag on after the other and before i ask him for water he said "pani denar ka", i got so excited as i wanted to try this since a long time. Asked him to come in, went inside and asked "cold or normal", he said cold hai to chalega. I came out, gave the glass and kept looking at him being ***, i asked night duty karte ho and he said nai "1-2 hai fir ghar jaunga". Took the glass back he raised his eyebrows and even i did the same. He asked in marathi "ektech rahta" and i said no family has gone out. He asked "bus bolu" and started asking likes. We discussed and he said he is top but he is okay with me not doing *** ***. I stood up went out to get his bag inside, i closed the door. We started smooching with he hugging me slightly, kept rubbing my back, he moved his hands down just to feel he asked "chaddi nai ghatli ka", i said ata zhoptana nai ghalat. He smiled saying "mi pan tech karto", we kept kissing and smooching while being touuching our bodies, i could smell less of his sweat due to outside breeze and he came on bike. He held my bums and kept pressing it softly, he then slid his hands inside just to feel it in his hands, he pressed and tried rubbing my hole, with 2-3 rubs he was just pushing his fingers in, i already had started feeling his heat. I said anals nai karaiche, and he said "nai re tulach thoda anand jasta, anals chya palikadcha". I sat on sofa, removed his belt, unbuttoned his pants and lowered it. He said "chaddi pan kadh na" and i started pressing his *** over his underwear, asked him to keep one foot over the coffee table and started licking his surrounding area while he kept moaning. Licked the left and right side making him moan the louder. Pulled down his underwear, held it and started sniffing a bit while just relaxing on sofa, he held his ***, pulled the skin behind. I just moved ahead, started licking the tip and got that thing completely in my ***, he again moaned "ahhhhhh, kar kar, mastach vatte re". Held his *** and started licking his balls making him moan more. Stood up and continued sniffing his undies asking him to come on bed. Laid and keep sniffing while he understood and kept stroking my ***. I kept it aside and we started smooching again, lip on lip, tongue on tongue feeling each others breath. He said "thoda kar na *** masta vatte" went down kept licking the tip sides and started *** the *** like a lollipop, kept moving his skin to and fro, went more down to lick his balls and beneath area. He said "bus bus", made me sleep under him and again started kissing, he began dry humping while we kissed, he kept moving back and forth while i held him by his waist. We kissed for almost 15-20mins, laughing, talking things in between. He got up and went out I asked what happened he pretended of checking his phone and did bring his phone but also was having ky jelly. I asked why KY jelly, he said "try tari karun bagh nai jamla tar apan nako karuya, he slept facing me on my right side, he again initiated kissing and with one hand down rubbed my hole and started fingering me. I came over me saying "ata ajun roadshow bagh" spread my legs and started rimming me. He was licking so crazy i remembered how my friend did, moving his tongue here up and down in slow to fast motions. I kept moaning "ahh halu halu kara" and he just went wild trying to squeeze his toungue and push it in my hole, what a heavy feeling it was for me. He spat and inserted a finger in very little. I said no its hard, he started licking it again. I was feeling my *** is getting wet. He then started fingering using the KY jelly while he he kept changing his pace and his fingers too, the same way i had last done with an old friend(index finger to middle finger to thumb), but my hole didnt go numb, but was indeed smooth i kept giving soft moans. He moved with 2 fingers (index and middle finger) and my moans got louder each his fingers went it. In each 3-4 mins of intervals he kept asking "jasta fast nai karat na, dukhel tevha sang", it pained in the start but once it got smoother for me i was enjoying it. He removed his shirt and i pressed his small manboobs and played with his nipples while he was still fingering me. By the time his phone ranged when i saw it was 12.30am already, he ignoed the call and kept pushing his fingers in. While a funny thing happened at this moment, he asked if i have condom, but i didnt have and had ordered it in this order request. I asked if he can bring that bag, he got down went out and came smiling saying "first time condom delivery kartanach mi same condom packet open karun swatah ghaltoi", we again started kissing and i kept the box aside on the table. He again asked "comfortable ahes na, tras hot asel tar sang" and i said NO. He asked me to open the box, i removed the condom, rolled it on his *** and kept the wrapper aside. He asked "samorun jamtey ka bagh first shot, nahitar ghoda banun try kar". He kept one pillow under my back raising my lower body upwards, he came down the bed, spread my legs and asked me if I can lock my legs on his shoulder or neck. As I didnt do this for long time, i kept my legs spread and holding. He bent down licked my hole saying "aramat hoil tension nako gheus, nai jamlach tar nako bol kiva haat varti kar mi thamben" he kept his *** on the hole entrance, rubbed it on the hole and tried to push it inside. It really went in smooth and i felt like something is going in, he kept on asking "thik ahe, thik ahe, karu pudhe" and he pushed it slowly inside. In went in i just felt a bit of pain when it hit the rectum wall. I asked him to keep doing it slow and said "zhatka nako deu nantar jamel tevha speed vadhva halu halu" He held my legs and kept the to and fro, it was getting a bit warm with just the fan on, i switched on the AC and he just pulled out his *** out. He closed the bedroom door and again began. He kept increasing his pace but made sure not to push hard inside and i started getting comfortable, one moment he just got over me and i bent my legs again held his waist and slowed moved to hold his ***, kept pressing it as he kept thrusting in and out. Despite AC on his balls kept hitting with that "thap....thap... chap...chap" sound. He got up saying "thoda time lagto mala chalel na, jasta tras tar nahi hot na". He again stood in front, kept moving to and fro and it got comfortable and i started enjoying. He was *** since last 8-10mins. I asked "asa nasel jamat tar dusra kahi sanga" when he remebered and asked "ghoda bann" and he stood over me inserting in me and "ahhhhhhhhhh" i moaned and he stopped asking "nasel asa jamat tar nako karuya", I said to continue. He held my waist and started *** again, this time he gave me soft spanks on the *** cheeks saying "majhya bayko la pan asa nai avdat karaila mhanun amcha *** kami zhala ata". He increased his pace and i increased my moaning tone. He in his pleasant mode gave a heavy stroke and i screamed "nako bus" and he got scared. Removed his *** out, put on his flashlight just to check if any issue. He said "asa nako samorunach karto", i laid, he inserted and bent over me continued to smooch. He kept *** and i got lost in our kissing so much that i didnt understand when his pace was increased. He stopped kissing, gave a short strokes and there he came moaning "ahhhhhhhhh hhhhaaaaaaa siiiiiiiiiiii haaawwwwww", he let it stay inside came over me and i kept kissing him. He stayed over me 4-5mins and i felt like his *** slipping out of my hole. He almost *** me for 15-20mins. I didnt push him on the other side as he seemed to be exhausted. Hugged him, letting him sleep over me and i kepy carasing his hairs while he felt asleep over me. Woke up like in shock and smiled kissed me saying "khup late zhala, zhop lagli mala, uthvaicha na", i said "pani alyavar thoda damaila hote". He got aside saying "thambu thoda kharach damaila zhala". I got up, removed his condom, he said "nako nako thamb karto" while i asked him to lie down. Pulled the rubber and tied a knot, kept seeing his *** quantity and kept it inside the wrapper and took it dust bin. Got him a glass of glucon D. He had it, got dressed while kept kissing again and again while i felt he didnt want to go. Came out, we smooched again and he left. While i closed the door he asked "hya deliveries karun yeu ka parat" and i was fine as i have a day off on Saturday and had to leave for Lonavla in afternoon. I said okay. I at the door asked underwear theun ja na mala zhop nai lagnar, he paused saying kadhi gadi nai chalavli tashi, I insisted sayiny please, so he came in again. I dropped his pants, removed his undie and asked him to wear the pants again. He left, i went in just to see that condom which i didnt throw. I kept squeezing the *** over of the condom and kept on sniffing his undie while i kept feeling like he is still *** me. I tried to sleep for sometime so pinged him to call me once he's back, but that aroma did not let me sleep and i ended up masturbating which led me to get sleepy for a bit. He was back by 4am. I peeped in the view finder and dropped my pants just to come naked before him while the door opened and he immediately removed his tshirt and we kept kissing again. He asked "parat zhau ka, mi gelya pasun zhoplas nai ka, lagech darwaja open karaila nagda alas". I said "ata nako zhau" sat on sofa removed his pants and started *** his loose *** holding his balls. He asked "chal aat jau", went in pushed him on bed and kept *** it, while it was growing pulled his skin down to lick that tip and he moaned "ahhhhhhh kar *** ata sakali jain mi ghari". I stood up asking why, he said "ghari sangitla orders jasta ahet". I kept *** till his banana turned into a stick. I laid aside kissing asking him to finger me. He was happly doing it while we kept kissing. He said "sakali jatana chaddi deshil na majhi" i replied yes. I said "tumhi gelya pasun mala suchlach nahi kahi ani chaddi cha vaas ghet zhopaicha prayatna kela pan zhop nai ali. Mhanun chaddi tondavar theu vass ghet eka hatane fingering keli ani dusryane halavla". He replied "aree re mala halvaicha hota tujha, asude sakali karto" and we continued kissing. In intervals i went down to *** and lick him while he kept rubbing my hole and squeezing my ***. We kept talking in between life getting to know better, he asked "69 karuya" and i asked "tumhi tondat ghyal" he replied "ho, tu jasa mala zhaun dillas tasa tula pan thoda anand deto". He got up and started licking *** my *** asking "roj halavtos ka" I replied "no, kadhitarich". He *** it, pulled my skin behind and started licking the way i did it to him. He kept do that and in midst he spread my *** to rim me again. I had mixed feelings but didnt say anything and stayed in the flow..... He came, holding my shoulders saying ye asach zhopu jara mala zhop yete and i thought again he might start fingering me but he asked to Iept my head on his arm and we kept kissing more and we felt asleep. We woke up when my alarm buzzed at 5am. He asked "morning *** karuya ka" and we started kissing again, we were smooching with lots of saliva. He went down on me *** me, licking my balls moving to spread legs and started rimming me. I could feel his tongue tip left and right over my *** hole. He stayed down there licking all my parts and in my sleepy mode i kept moaning a lot. He came up kissed on my forehead saying "asa bayko ne karaila dilla asta tar Purushottam madhye interest zhalach nasta. Pan evdhya sakali bayko la *** nako asto". He took some jelly from the bed side table and started rubbing and fingering my hole again while we kept kissing, i got up to *** him and made my *** face him to continue with his fingering. In my sleepy morning lust i moaning, "aho kara na ata, fingering bus zhali" and he felt I'm ready. He couldn't find the condom, i got up to see the box fallen on the floor, took one condom out, *** his *** a bit, rolled a condom over his *** and asked him to try *** me sideways while i slept facing my back towards him. He tried to insert and maybe its ky jellys solubility that stayed the night his *** slided smoothly inside. He kept hand on my chest, started pressing softly and started giving me strokes. He was not able to stroke properly so he asked "varti yeu ka asa nit nai jamat", got his *** out of my hole. Came in front, now with no pillows he just spread my legs applied more jelly and inserted in first go and i moaned "ahhhhhhhhh", he smiled and started ***. He stayed in straight arms position *** me in slow pace and he kept *** like this for 5-7mins. With increase in his pace i started getting morning wood which he saw and just came down over me kissing and *** fast. He just kept going and in midst asked lets try like night, keep pillows under ur back so that u stay on a height, he got down i got a pillows under by back, he stood in front to insert with my legs apart he held my knees and thursted in with me moaning louder again "ahhhhhhh yessssss aahhhhhhhhhhh", he kept *** while i started jerking my erect ***. He came in a while and moaned while removing his *** out of my hole, i could see him breathe faster and moan a bit. He started stroking my *** and started rubbing my hole and continued fingering me to arouse me more, i came in 1-2 mins of stroking, just when he saw i moaned "ohhhhhh ahhhhhh" he simply went on my *** to *** it and lick all my ***. He swallowed all of it, kept *** my *** till it got loose and was still fingering my hole. I came up, sat on the bed removed his condom and licked his last drop of *** too. We went in the bathroom, underr shower he first cleaned his ***, got some soap and started applying on me. We kissed and had bath, i made him wear all his clothes starting from sniffing his undie to making him wear him one leg after other like a parent making their kid wear clothes, then pant, kissed him on his neck while zipping up his pant chain. I stay naked and we got on the bed kissing again, i was having a feeling this should not end now and he should stay more.. but he had to leave......

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Grindr Dating is so Frustrating in India Gr me sabke pass place hota hai pic dekhne tak. Pic dekhne ke baad guest aa jate hai family aa jati hai Friend aa jate hai

Open to Your Partner/Wife on your Sexuality Yes she know

Open to Your Partner/Wife on your Sexuality @akshay7, I understand your point but here the person to be blammed is your *** friend who is using you. @jac_sparrow, I get your point. But acting likenot being interested in *** infront of parents is different from doing the same with your partner. Being honest with your partner and forcing your partner are two different things. My wife does not like everything I fantasize, in fact she is having aversion to a few things that are wow to me but she knows that I am into that kink. The feeling that she knows my kink itself is a big pleasure, you can share these with only your partner.

Daddy issues. Uncover the secrets. I'm bottom 20 nd I really wanna have fun with a daddy. Uk somewhat like stepdad stepson kind. I'm v good at doing roleplay so anyone wanna do it?

Gay Bedtime Fiction Stories @Vayavya - keep them flowing. It's always a pleasure to chill with some well-written stories - fiction or otherwise. Thank you.

Gay Bedtime Fiction Stories Are you guys interested to read Forbidden love suhas's point of view?

Open to Your Partner/Wife on your Sexuality I'm single but even after marriage I will not share my bisexuality to my wife.I confessed one of my close friend about it last year. After thae He asked me for *** with him. From last year he's using to have *** with me but I found no emotions in our friendship. He only use me when he needed and after that he even don't show any interest in me. So as per my experience no need to expose your sexual preference to anyone.

Grindr Dating is so Frustrating in India Yes. GR is really frustrating. Also I came across many profiles asking for females. They target mainly bots.. and start asking if u r married or have gf? Den going ahead can we have MFM 3 some. 2nd category is sperm donors. They advertise themselves as like they can make every woman on earth pregnant. And as everyone pointed long searching hours, VC validations, discreet nature's etc

Open to Your Partner/Wife on your Sexuality @marriedcurious that's y I said if u want to take risk u can but its not sure always it will go with u it might be against u. We are from the world where we used to go away when ram teri ganga meli scene come or doodh ka karz scene or satyam shivam sundaram. Or when this scenes arrives our mom dad used to change the channel and u says it's 21 century.

Open to Your Partner/Wife on your Sexuality I have been very open about this with all my partners; my ex-wife and now my girlfriend also know about it. While they may not be very enthusiastic about participating in all of this, they don't mind that I like it because it's something that they can never satisfy. I am not drawn to other women other than the person I am with, so that's cool. In fact, my girlfriend now makes me *** on her dildo.

First time Anal - Tips? Never use Lox jelly. Its a local anesthetic - it masks you pain. That makes it risky since you wouldn't realize if there is an injury. Always use only a water soluble lubricant like KY Jelly, or Lubic Gel.

Wife Pegging Husband To start just react too much *** when she touches your ***, Then tell it was amazing feeling and all to do more then maybe ask her to insert a finger then its no turning back

Open to Your Partner/Wife on your Sexuality I’m married and I have told my wife she is supportive she fingers my *** and peggs me to satisfy my needs

Open to Your Partner/Wife on your Sexuality What @jac_sparrow advised is always true, and practical. @marriedcurious - what you said is theoritically correct, but in life if we follow it, we will be f***ed from all sides

College/Hostel/PG Fun Experience(s) Anyone can provide me a room from May 8 onwards temporarily? Looking near Embassy Tech Village.. i can become cumdump for tops and good vers top for small btms.. im 23 aged

Open to Your Partner/Wife on your Sexuality @Jac, If you lie about your preferences to your wife you are living in hell, don't advise it to others. What's the point of life if you don't share your feelings with your partner? This is 21st century not medieval times.. The whole point of LGBT community is to be open and come out of prejudice.

Grindr Dating is so Frustrating in India Best h cruising place par jao or turant shikar karo or wahi kha lo Saath hi acche log mil jate h unhe dost bana lo

What's your deepest darkest fantasy? All mature men *** a bottom in a gang bang way and then giving their cumshot on my face or chest, like creating a *** bukkake

First time Anal - Tips? Lox 2% gel in the initial phase and then do it using KY jelly its the best water soluble jelly for fingering or while lubricating for a smooth action.

Open to Your Partner/Wife on your Sexuality Don't take risk or dare to say keep it secret only. Other wise lene ke dene ho jayenge. This all thing is taboo in Indian families though might they are into same what we doing but they don't come forward to share.

Gay Bedtime Fiction Stories 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.

How to deal with depression? @Anjana I can tell you as a bottom best treatment me depression is not to stay alone try to make your top happy they will come to you again & again. Drink his *** *** rim him you will never feel alone depression ever again

Gay Bedtime Fiction Stories 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.

Gay Bedtime Fiction Stories 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

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Male sexual health and Safe Sex @Kaavya, Use Lidocaine 5% it's a local anesthetic cream or ointment, the *** or *** will be NUMB for at leats one hour. Wait for at least 20 - 30 minutes after application I have broke so many cheerys or de-virgined so many boys with this ointment. LOL If you be more specific as to what private part are you talking about, I might be able to help you.

How to deal with depression? I feel even uncomfortable with the thought of discussing everything with the councellor.. even he is human.. And Humans can not be trusted... Difficult to trush yourself now a days.. how can I trust someone else for my soft sides

How to deal with depression? I do not discuss comfortably on face to face it.. but I am going through depression I feel.. Always law and crying sometimes with no reason..

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The Cousin Factor Yes.. Its absolutely true.. it is more exciting when you do it with someone you know, and more k8nky when you know this is not to be done .. Doing it with a family member, whether he is younger to you or elder to you, just adds up to the spice.. And as for me, I have been a bottom sugardaddy kind of for my nephew and have given my body for his pleasure and I have taught him every single thing.. The fact that he is my nephew just gives me so much of added excitement and kinkiness..

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Gay Bedtime Fiction Stories @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.

Gay Bedtime Fiction Stories 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.

Gay Bedtime Fiction Stories 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...

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Gay Bedtime Fiction Stories Came home after my failed cruising attempt at Thane bus depo but u did get some fun in the Train. I had to order some daily things so tried adding it on zepto and end up seeing item undeliverable at the moment schedule it for tomorrow and didnt want to wake up early today to order these items. Installed Blinkit and added those items to cart the bill did go up by 130rs, I got fresh, cleaned my tiffin, got my bed ready, got in just shorts without undies to sleep and then i remembered i had ordered something so wore a tshirt and sat on the sofa watching TV until the delivery which was showing 7mins. I kept playing with my *** with my hands in the pants, i wanted to remove it out but was scared if my neighbor comes up as he does afternoon shift and returns till 11.30. I kept watching the TV with a south indian movie with the actor Manmoothy. I kept my lights dim. The delivery man came and i didnt see him while i was busy with my hand in my pants. He kept seeing me from outside thru the safety door grill and then he just said "beta apka parcel" which hurried me to remove my hands out in a rush. He said "aram se aphi ka ghar hai". I opened the door to see a mature man in 45s holding the bags. Taking the parcel i kept my head down looking at his thing and he seeing me do it just pulled his undies like the way we adjust it after sitting for longer time. Kept the bag on after the other and before i ask him for water he said "pani denar ka", i got so excited as i wanted to try this since a long time. Asked him to come in, went inside and asked "cold or normal", he said cold hai to chalega. I came out, gave the glass and kept looking at him being ***, i asked night duty karte ho and he said nai "1-2 hai fir ghar jaunga". Took the glass back he raised his eyebrows and even i did the same. He asked in marathi "ektech rahta" and i said no family has gone out. He asked "bus bolu" and started asking likes. We discussed and he said he is top but he is okay with me not doing *** ***. I stood up went out to get his bag inside, i closed the door. We started smooching with he hugging me slightly, kept rubbing my back, he moved his hands down just to feel he asked "chaddi nai ghatli ka", i said ata zhoptana nai ghalat. He smiled saying "mi pan tech karto", we kept kissing and smooching while being touuching our bodies, i could smell less of his sweat due to outside breeze and he came on bike. He held my bums and kept pressing it softly, he then slid his hands inside just to feel it in his hands, he pressed and tried rubbing my hole, with 2-3 rubs he was just pushing his fingers in, i already had started feeling his heat. I said anals nai karaiche, and he said "nai re tulach thoda anand jasta, anals chya palikadcha". I sat on sofa, removed his belt, unbuttoned his pants and lowered it. He said "chaddi pan kadh na" and i started pressing his *** over his underwear, asked him to keep one foot over the coffee table and started licking his surrounding area while he kept moaning. Licked the left and right side making him moan the louder. Pulled down his underwear, held it and started sniffing a bit while just relaxing on sofa, he held his ***, pulled the skin behind. I just moved ahead, started licking the tip and got that thing completely in my ***, he again moaned "ahhhhhh, kar kar, mastach vatte re". Held his *** and started licking his balls making him moan more. Stood up and continued sniffing his undies asking him to come on bed. Laid and keep sniffing while he understood and kept stroking my ***. I kept it aside and we started smooching again, lip on lip, tongue on tongue feeling each others breath. He said "thoda kar na *** masta vatte" went down kept licking the tip sides and started *** the *** like a lollipop, kept moving his skin to and fro, went more down to lick his balls and beneath area. He said "bus bus", made me sleep under him and again started kissing, he began dry humping while we kissed, he kept moving back and forth while i held him by his waist. We kissed for almost 15-20mins, laughing, talking things in between. He got up and went out I asked what happened he pretended of checking his phone and did bring his phone but also was having ky jelly. I asked why KY jelly, he said "try tari karun bagh nai jamla tar apan nako karuya, he slept facing me on my right side, he again initiated kissing and with one hand down rubbed my hole and started fingering me. I came over me saying "ata ajun roadshow bagh" spread my legs and started rimming me. He was licking so crazy i remembered how my friend did, moving his tongue here up and down in slow to fast motions. I kept moaning "ahh halu halu kara" and he just went wild trying to squeeze his toungue and push it in my hole, what a heavy feeling it was for me. He spat and inserted a finger in very little. I said no its hard, he started licking it again. I was feeling my *** is getting wet. He then started fingering using the KY jelly while he he kept changing his pace and his fingers too, the same way i had last done with an old friend(index finger to middle finger to thumb), but my hole didnt go numb, but was indeed smooth i kept giving soft moans. He moved with 2 fingers (index and middle finger) and my moans got louder each his fingers went it. In each 3-4 mins of intervals he kept asking "jasta fast nai karat na, dukhel tevha sang", it pained in the start but once it got smoother for me i was enjoying it. He removed his shirt and i pressed his small manboobs and played with his nipples while he was still fingering me. By the time his phone ranged when i saw it was 12.30am already, he ignoed the call and kept pushing his fingers in. While a funny thing happened at this moment, he asked if i have condom, but i didnt have and had ordered it in this order request. I asked if he can bring that bag, he got down went out and came smiling saying "first time condom delivery kartanach mi same condom packet open karun swatah ghaltoi", we again started kissing and i kept the box aside on the table. He again asked "comfortable ahes na, tras hot asel tar sang" and i said NO. He asked me to open the box, i removed the condom, rolled it on his *** and kept the wrapper aside. He asked "samorun jamtey ka bagh first shot, nahitar ghoda banun try kar". He kept one pillow under my back raising my lower body upwards, he came down the bed, spread my legs and asked me if I can lock my legs on his shoulder or neck. As I didnt do this for long time, i kept my legs spread and holding. He bent down licked my hole saying "aramat hoil tension nako gheus, nai jamlach tar nako bol kiva haat varti kar mi thamben" he kept his *** on the hole entrance, rubbed it on the hole and tried to push it inside. It really went in smooth and i felt like something is going in, he kept on asking "thik ahe, thik ahe, karu pudhe" and he pushed it slowly inside. In went in i just felt a bit of pain when it hit the rectum wall. I asked him to keep doing it slow and said "zhatka nako deu nantar jamel tevha speed vadhva halu halu" He held my legs and kept the to and fro, it was getting a bit warm with just the fan on, i switched on the AC and he just pulled out his *** out. He closed the bedroom door and again began. He kept increasing his pace but made sure not to push hard inside and i started getting comfortable, one moment he just got over me and i bent my legs again held his waist and slowed moved to hold his ***, kept pressing it as he kept thrusting in and out. Despite AC on his balls kept hitting with that "thap....thap... chap...chap" sound. He got up saying "thoda time lagto mala chalel na, jasta tras tar nahi hot na". He again stood in front, kept moving to and fro and it got comfortable and i started enjoying. He was *** since last 8-10mins. I asked "asa nasel jamat tar dusra kahi sanga" when he remebered and asked "ghoda bann" and he stood over me inserting in me and "ahhhhhhhhhh" i moaned and he stopped asking "nasel asa jamat tar nako karuya", I said to continue. He held my waist and started *** again, this time he gave me soft spanks on the *** cheeks saying "majhya bayko la pan asa nai avdat karaila mhanun amcha *** kami zhala ata". He increased his pace and i increased my moaning tone. He in his pleasant mode gave a heavy stroke and i screamed "nako bus" and he got scared. Removed his *** out, put on his flashlight just to check if any issue. He said "asa nako samorunach karto", i laid, he inserted and bent over me continued to smooch. He kept *** and i got lost in our kissing so much that i didnt understand when his pace was increased. He stopped kissing, gave a short strokes and there he came moaning "ahhhhhhhhh hhhhaaaaaaa siiiiiiiiiiii haaawwwwww", he let it stay inside came over me and i kept kissing him. He stayed over me 4-5mins and i felt like his *** slipping out of my hole. He almost *** me for 15-20mins. I didnt push him on the other side as he seemed to be exhausted. Hugged him, letting him sleep over me and i kepy carasing his hairs while he felt asleep over me. Woke up like in shock and smiled kissed me saying "khup late zhala, zhop lagli mala, uthvaicha na", i said "pani alyavar thoda damaila hote". He got aside saying "thambu thoda kharach damaila zhala". I got up, removed his condom, he said "nako nako thamb karto" while i asked him to lie down. Pulled the rubber and tied a knot, kept seeing his *** quantity and kept it inside the wrapper and took it dust bin. Got him a glass of glucon D. He had it, got dressed while kept kissing again and again while i felt he didnt want to go. Came out, we smooched again and he left. While i closed the door he asked "hya deliveries karun yeu ka parat" and i was fine as i have a day off on Saturday and had to leave for Lonavla in afternoon. I said okay. I at the door asked underwear theun ja na mala zhop nai lagnar, he paused saying kadhi gadi nai chalavli tashi, I insisted sayiny please, so he came in again. I dropped his pants, removed his undie and asked him to wear the pants again. He left, i went in just to see that condom which i didnt throw. I kept squeezing the *** over of the condom and kept on sniffing his undie while i kept feeling like he is still *** me. I tried to sleep for sometime so pinged him to call me once he's back, but that aroma did not let me sleep and i ended up masturbating which led me to get sleepy for a bit. He was back by 4am. I peeped in the view finder and dropped my pants just to come naked before him while the door opened and he immediately removed his tshirt and we kept kissing again. He asked "parat zhau ka, mi gelya pasun zhoplas nai ka, lagech darwaja open karaila nagda alas". I said "ata nako zhau" sat on sofa removed his pants and started *** his loose *** holding his balls. He asked "chal aat jau", went in pushed him on bed and kept *** it, while it was growing pulled his skin down to lick that tip and he moaned "ahhhhhhh kar *** ata sakali jain mi ghari". I stood up asking why, he said "ghari sangitla orders jasta ahet". I kept *** till his banana turned into a stick. I laid aside kissing asking him to finger me. He was happly doing it while we kept kissing. He said "sakali jatana chaddi deshil na majhi" i replied yes. I said "tumhi gelya pasun mala suchlach nahi kahi ani chaddi cha vaas ghet zhopaicha prayatna kela pan zhop nai ali. Mhanun chaddi tondavar theu vass ghet eka hatane fingering keli ani dusryane halavla". He replied "aree re mala halvaicha hota tujha, asude sakali karto" and we continued kissing. In intervals i went down to *** and lick him while he kept rubbing my hole and squeezing my ***. We kept talking in between life getting to know better, he asked "69 karuya" and i asked "tumhi tondat ghyal" he replied "ho, tu jasa mala zhaun dillas tasa tula pan thoda anand deto". He got up and started licking *** my *** asking "roj halavtos ka" I replied "no, kadhitarich". He *** it, pulled my skin behind and started licking the way i did it to him. He kept do that and in midst he spread my *** to rim me again. I had mixed feelings but didnt say anything and stayed in the flow..... He came, holding my shoulders saying ye asach zhopu jara mala zhop yete and i thought again he might start fingering me but he asked to Iept my head on his arm and we kept kissing more and we felt asleep. We woke up when my alarm buzzed at 5am. He asked "morning *** karuya ka" and we started kissing again, we were smooching with lots of saliva. He went down on me *** me, licking my balls moving to spread legs and started rimming me. I could feel his tongue tip left and right over my *** hole. He stayed down there licking all my parts and in my sleepy mode i kept moaning a lot. He came up kissed on my forehead saying "asa bayko ne karaila dilla asta tar Purushottam madhye interest zhalach nasta. Pan evdhya sakali bayko la *** nako asto". He took some jelly from the bed side table and started rubbing and fingering my hole again while we kept kissing, i got up to *** him and made my *** face him to continue with his fingering. In my sleepy morning lust i moaning, "aho kara na ata, fingering bus zhali" and he felt I'm ready. He couldn't find the condom, i got up to see the box fallen on the floor, took one condom out, *** his *** a bit, rolled a condom over his *** and asked him to try *** me sideways while i slept facing my back towards him. He tried to insert and maybe its ky jellys solubility that stayed the night his *** slided smoothly inside. He kept hand on my chest, started pressing softly and started giving me strokes. He was not able to stroke properly so he asked "varti yeu ka asa nit nai jamat", got his *** out of my hole. Came in front, now with no pillows he just spread my legs applied more jelly and inserted in first go and i moaned "ahhhhhhhhh", he smiled and started ***. He stayed in straight arms position *** me in slow pace and he kept *** like this for 5-7mins. With increase in his pace i started getting morning wood which he saw and just came down over me kissing and *** fast. He just kept going and in midst asked lets try like night, keep pillows under ur back so that u stay on a height, he got down i got a pillows under by back, he stood in front to insert with my legs apart he held my knees and thursted in with me moaning louder again "ahhhhhhh yessssss aahhhhhhhhhhh", he kept *** while i started jerking my erect ***. He came in a while and moaned while removing his *** out of my hole, i could see him breathe faster and moan a bit. He started stroking my *** and started rubbing my hole and continued fingering me to arouse me more, i came in 1-2 mins of stroking, just when he saw i moaned "ohhhhhh ahhhhhh" he simply went on my *** to *** it and lick all my ***. He swallowed all of it, kept *** my *** till it got loose and was still fingering my hole. I came up, sat on the bed removed his condom and licked his last drop of *** too. We went in the bathroom, underr shower he first cleaned his ***, got some soap and started applying on me. We kissed and had bath, i made him wear all his clothes starting from sniffing his undie to making him wear him one leg after other like a parent making their kid wear clothes, then pant, kissed him on his neck while zipping up his pant chain. I stay naked and we got on the bed kissing again, i was having a feeling this should not end now and he should stay more.. but he had to leave......

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