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Small Places, Big Experiences Hi Everyone, This is an experience I had in Goa back in Diwali 2024 when I had to stay there for a project for a month. So basically I'm a 26 yo chubby guy with light wheatish complexion and great sets of man boobs and booty along with 5'9" height. I love getting softly manhandled, getting my body worshiped and interacting with multiple *** at the same time. Though, I've never done full cross dress, I love to wear bra, panties and lingerie below my regular man clothes and my creamy, hairless and toned body compliments it too much. Before going to goa, I had been giving blowjobs to some partners regularly and also had been *** 2-3 times by average ***. But when I shifted to goa, the action stopped for a week till I had settled in. My tounge and body was craving mans touch and taste of ***. So one day I had a crazy idea. As I was living in arambol and had a bike, I wore my purple padded bralette, a transparent purple string panty, a jacket over and a tight shorts with a helmet. At night approx 9-10 am I went for a ride. I had opened my jacket zip to show off my bralette. As my helmet was worn, people could not understand that I was a boy. I started getting naughty looks as well. So outside one restaurant, I saw some Russian and nigerian ladies doing business and negotiating with customers. For bottoms, this was heaven with all the semi hard *** looking for action. There, I saw a group of 4 mallu boys negotiating with a Nigerian lady. As she went away, I could see that they could not hire that lady in their budget or eastimsted price, but they were still hard as rock. I quickly found this as an opportunity and approached their car after removing my jacket. The cold breeze made my nipples hard and visible. I casually went there and asked for a lighter. I could see their hunger in the way they were stunned to see me. My helmet was still there so face was covered. As they could not sense that I was a boy or girl, I casually tried to ask what happened with that nigerian lady. They explained that they wanted her for all four of them and she could not accept their offered price. And asked me what I was doing at that place alone in the night while passing the lighter. I told them that I was working nearby so and so and just came there to roam around. Hungrily staring at my creamy smooth thighs and boobs, one of them asked me why I did enquired about the lady. I took the lighter, took one smoke out of the packet and said that I'm also looking for fun while removing my helmet. That was the point when things turned around. All of them had been shocked to see that I actually was a boy. All the respect and care for me from their *** had been washed away, now there was only primal lust. One person again asked me, Kitna legi tu *** lene ka? To which I replied, I won't charge, but I'll need to have a few drinks before taking all four ***. They flirted for some more time while checking me out till I finished my cigarette and asked me to join them in their car. I still get shivers after I remember getting *** by them that night. So after that night I had many similar encounters in goa also in other cities wherever I've seen straight men with their hard *** fail to pickup a street whore. You just have to be courageous enough. Just one suggestion to my sisters and brothers, Be Safe !!

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Gay Bedtime Fiction Stories Part 2 Forbidden Love That was just the beginning,” he whispered. “I can never get enough of you, We still have one more night in Goa… and many quiet evenings back in Pune when the wives are not around. What started that night in Goa continued regularly once we returned to Pune. Behind closed doors, whenever our wives were out for shopping, office parties, or visiting their parents, Suhas and I would meet and *** like animals. On holidays and long weekends, we planned fake “trekking trips” that were really just excuses to book a quiet resort near Lonavala or Mahabaleshwar. We would spend the entire weekend *** each other’s ***, *** in every position, and satisfying our deepest desires. Every second with Suhas felt memorable. We were like secret boyfriends who happened to have wives. There was never any guilt between us — only pure comfort, excitement, and a deep connection that felt completely natural. We laughed together after every intense ***, held each other afterward, and talked about everything. The secret affair brought a new kind of happiness into my life that I had never known before. Thanks to Suhas being so bold that night in Goa, I finally experienced the real me and the real pleasure I had been missing all my life. Today we both have wives and kids, but we also have our own secret world. There is genuine love between us that everyone notices, but they all think it is just pure, strong friendship. Sometimes our wives fight playfully because we prefer spending time with each other over them, but it always ends in jolly mood and laughter. We keep our wives happy — emotionally, physically, and financially. In fact, my *** life with Priya also became much more intense after Goa. She once mentioned during a quiet moment, “In the first six months of our marriage, you were not so good in bed. What happened? You’ve changed so much.” I simply smiled and replied, “I learned.” In my mind, however, I knew the truth — unlocking my true desire for Suhas had awakened something powerful in me. Whenever I was with Priya, I would think of him — his strong body, his thick ***, the way he *** me and *** me — and that fantasy would drive me to satisfy her completely. I would *** her hard and passionately until she reached multiple orgasms, moaning my name in ecstasy. She had no idea that the man making her scream with pleasure was secretly fueled by thoughts of another man. We can’t wait to be in each other’s arms whenever we get the chance. We have to be careful; many times we almost got caught, but we managed to pass those moments without raising any suspicion. Many nights we wake up at 3 or 4 a.m., quietly cross the balcony with heart-pounding risk, and have intense *** right there in the closed balcony till morning, then slip back to sleep next to our wives again. Sometimes it is just a quick, thrilling blowjob or a long, passionate smooch — the danger of doing all the things lovers do while hiding from our own families gives us a different kind of rush. Even today, years later, whenever I see Suhas smile at me across the balcony or feel his hand brush mine when no one is watching, I remember that first raw, painful-yet-perfect night in Goa when he stood naked in front of me. What began as an accidental, thrilling view on a moonlit beach has become a beautiful, secret part of who I am. This was only the beginning of something that still continues — quietly, passionately, and without regret.

Gay Bedtime Fiction Stories The Forbidden Love Part 1 I never thought buying a flat next to Suhas would turn my life upside down. My name is Raghuveer. I had recently married Priya six months ago and we had just moved into our new flat in Pune. Suhas, 34 years old, lived right next door with his wife Neha. Both couples quickly became close. We hung out often — weekend dinners, evening balcony chats, and family get-togethers. Suhas was easy-going, well-built from his morning runs, and had a deep, confident voice that I found strangely comforting. Within months, he and I had become good friends. Then both families planned a four-day trip to Goa to celebrate our growing friendship. Priya and Neha were excited about shopping and clubbing, while Suhas and I looked forward to the beach and relaxed evenings. On the third evening, our wives decided to go for a girls’ day out — shopping in Panjim followed by clubbing till late. They left the resort around six, dressed up and laughing. Suhas turned to me with a relaxed smile. “Finally some peace, Raghu. Let’s go to the beach and catch the sunset.” We changed into shorts and walked down to the almost-empty stretch of sand. The sky was turning a deep orange. We sat on our towels, opened two chilled Kingfishers, and talked casually. After some time, Suhas stood up. “I’m going for a quick swim. This heat is killing me.” He walked into the water, swam for a while, and came back dripping wet. His shorts and underwear were soaked. He looked around, realised he had forgotten his towel, and without thinking twice, quickly pulled down his wet underwear right in front of me. He stood completely naked for a moment, searching for something to dry himself with. His thick *** was semi-erect, throbbing slightly in the cool evening air, heavy and impressive between his muscular thighs. I had a clear, unobstructed view. The sight stirred something deep and primal inside me — a sudden, unexpected rush of heat that made my own *** twitch. I couldn’t look away. Suhas noticed me staring. He grabbed my small towel instead of his own and started drying himself slowly, still naked, letting me see everything. He laughed softly. “Kaisa hai, bhai?” he asked casually, with a teasing grin, nodding towards his own ***. I felt my face burn, but the words slipped out before I could stop them. “Mazboot hai, bhai,” I replied, laughing nervously. He raised an eyebrow, still standing there with his semi-hard *** swinging, and asked, “Tumhara kaisa hai?” “*** off,” I said, shaking my head and walking away a few steps, laughing to hide my embarrassment and growing arousal. But when I glanced back, Suhas was watching me with a sexy, weird smile — his eyes dark with clear lust. That look sent a shiver straight down my spine and made my heart race. We spent a little more time on the beach, but the air between us had completely changed. The casual friendship now felt charged with something dangerous, forbidden, and intensely exciting. After the sun set, we walked back to the resort. The evening had turned a bit chilly. Suhas stopped outside his room and said, “Come over for coffee after a cold shower. It’s getting cold, and I could use one too. Neha and Priya won’t be back for hours.” I agreed, but the moment I stepped into my room, nervousness hit me hard. Those ten minutes felt like an eternity. My heart was racing as I took a cold shower. Questions flooded my mind: Was forgetting the towel intentional? Did he plan to show himself to me like that? What exactly was going to happen when I went over for coffee? Deep down, I had a strong intuition that something more was about to unfold. Part of me felt scared, but a bigger part felt intensely curious. I changed into a loose t-shirt and shorts, my hands slightly trembling, and knocked on Suhas’s door. He opened it wearing only a towel wrapped low around his waist. His hair was still damp, and water droplets glistened on his chest. “Come in,” he said, his voice lower than usual. The room was dimly lit. He had already made two cups of coffee. We sat on the edge of the bed, sipping slowly. The silence felt heavy. After a minute, Suhas put his cup down and looked straight at me. “You were staring at my *** on the beach, Raghu. I saw it in your eyes.” I swallowed hard, my heart pounding with a mix of nervousness and raw curiosity. “It was nothing… just surprised, that’s all.” He smiled that same lustful smile. “Don’t lie. I know you felt something. This is new for you, isn’t it? But I’ve wanted this since the day you moved in next door.” Memories flashed through my mind. As a child, during a crowded local train ride, an older boy had accidentally brushed his hand against my *** while holding the pole. That innocent touch had sent a strange, warm flutter in my stomach that I never forgot. In my teenage years, I had felt an intense attraction to a muscular guy at the local gym — the way his sweat-glistened body moved during workouts used to make my heart race. I never dared to explore those feelings. Instead, I pushed them aside, got married to Priya, and convinced myself I was straight. *** with her felt nice and loving, but something always seemed missing — a deeper, raw hunger that I could never quite name. Now, sitting here with Suhas, that missing piece suddenly felt within reach. Suhas leaned in and kissed me. His lips were firm and confident. I froze for a moment, nervousness making my hands tremble, but curiosity pulled me forward. I kissed him back. The kiss grew deeper, hungrier. His hand slid under my t-shirt, caressing my chest and pinching my nipples gently. I gasped into his ***. “Suhas… this is my first time with a man,” I whispered, voice shaking with both fear and excitement. “I know,” he replied softly, kissing my neck. “Relax, Raghu. I’ll go slow. You’re safe with me. It feels right, doesn’t it? Like it was meant to be.” His words calmed me. Strangely, despite the nervousness, everything felt comfortable — as if this moment had been waiting for me all along. He pushed me gently onto my back on the bed and climbed over me. He removed my t-shirt and shorts, leaving me completely naked. His eyes roamed over my body with raw hunger. He kissed my neck, then moved down to my throbbing ***. As he took my *** deep into his warm, wet *** and *** me with slow, deep, sloppy strokes, I instinctively caressed his hair with trembling fingers. In that moment, my eyes fell on the wedding ring on my finger. A sudden wave of guilt hit me — *Oh no… Priya…* I whispered breathlessly, “Suhas… are we sure?” He lifted his head, looked straight into my eyes with complete confidence, and said, “More than sure, Raghu. Just relax.” The next moment, his *** returned to my ***, *** me even more intensely. This was the first time anyone had ever *** my *** like this. Priya had always found it disgusting and refused to do it. But Suhas was devouring my *** without hesitation, taking it deep into his throat, and the sensation was pure heaven. *Oh wow… I need this,* I thought, moaning loudly as waves of pleasure coursed through me. Suhas pulled back slightly, his lips glistening, and asked with a knowing smile, “First time getting a proper blowjob, na? Feels like heaven, right? Only a man can satisfy another man fully, my dear.” His words sent a fresh thrill through me. I nodded, unable to speak. Then I wanted to return the pleasure. “Suhas… let me *** you too,” I said, my voice shaky with curiosity and desire. He smiled and shifted so we were in a 69 position. I took his thick, hard *** into my *** for the first time. It felt heavy, hot, and slightly salty. I *** him eagerly, trying to take as much as I could while he continued devouring my ***. We *** each other hungrily, moans filling the room, our bodies pressed tightly together. After several minutes, Suhas moved between my legs. He poured lotion on his fingers and worked two inside my tight ***, stretching me open. Then he positioned his thick *** at my hole and pushed in slowly. The pain was sharp at first — a burning stretch that made me grit my teeth. But even through the discomfort, I didn’t want him to stop. The fullness felt too good, too right. “***… it hurts,” I gasped, “but don’t stop… please don’t stop.” Suhas kissed me gently and whispered, “I won’t. Just breathe, Raghu. You’re taking my *** so well.” He went deeper, inch by inch, until he was buried balls-deep inside me. The pain slowly melted into intense pleasure. He started *** me with steady, powerful thrusts, his heavy balls slapping against my ***. I moaned shamelessly, my own *** leaking precum all over my stomach. “Harder,” I begged, surprising myself. Suhas grinned and pounded me faster, his thick *** slamming into my *** again and again. He stroked my *** at the same time. The combination was overwhelming. I came first — hard and shaking — shooting thick ropes of *** across my chest. Suhas followed moments later, groaning loudly as he pulled out and sprayed hot, thick *** all over my stomach and ***. We lay there panting, bodies slick with sweat and ***. Suhas pulled me into his arms and kissed me softly. To be continued

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Gay Bedtime Fiction Stories The Aiport Security Check Rohan fidgeted in the bustling queue at Mumbai's Airport, his heart pounding like a dhol at a wedding procession. He was 22, a shy gay boy from a small town near Pune, heading to his best friend Arjun's shaadi in Delhi. Rohan had that soft, feminine vibe—curvy hips that swayed just a bit when he walked, a fluffy chest with light fuzz peeking from his kurta collar, and a rounded *** that filled out his slim-fit jeans perfectly, like ripe mangoes begging to be squeezed. His skin was smooth and golden, face boyish with plump lips and doe eyes that darted nervously. Underneath his clothes, his five-inch *** twitched at the thought of the trip, but he kept his head down, avoiding the stares from other passengers. 'Bas, jaldi ho jaaye,' he muttered to himself, wiping sweat from his brow in the humid terminal air mixed with chai and samosa smells. Finally, it was his turn. He placed his bag on the conveyor and stepped through the metal detector there was no beep. But an officer at the side waved his hand scanner over him as part of the random manual check. Rohan stood still, arms out, as he ran the device along his body. It hummed softly until it reached his midsection, where it let out a sharp, insistent beep. Rohan's heart skipped. 'Kya hua?' he asked softly, voice trembling. The officer frowned, checking the scanner. 'Yeh glitching kar raha hai aaj, extra sensitive lag raha. Sir, aapko alag se check karna padega,' he said, nodding to the tall security hunk nearby. That hunk was Vikram, a 30-year-old desi dream—towering at 6'2", with dark skin stretched over rippling muscles that made his uniform shirt cling like a second skin. His broad chest heaved with each breath, dark stubble shadowing a strong jaw, and those pants hugged thighs like tree trunks, with a noticeable bulge that sent a secret thrill through Rohan. Vikram's deep brown eyes locked on him, a spark of something more than duty flickering there. 'Chalo, bhai. Side room mein proper check karte hain. Yeh scanner aaj pareshan kar raha hai,' Vikram said, his voice low and gravelly, like thunder rolling in from the monsoon. He placed a firm hand on Rohan's lower back, guiding him gently but insistently toward the small, private screening area tucked behind the checkpoints. The door shut with a soft click, sealing them in a cozy, dimly lit space. It wasn't the stark interrogation room which Rohan feared but it was just a simple metal table, a couple of chairs, a full-length mirror on one wall, and a faint hum from the airport beyond. The air felt warmer here, more personal, carrying Vikram's scent of musk and faint attar. Rohan swallowed hard, his fluffy chest rising quickly under his kurta. 'Sir, sach mein kuch nahi hai mere paas. Shayad scanner mein hi problem hai,' he pleaded softly, eyes downcast. Vikram leaned against the table, arms crossed over his massive chest, the fabric pulling tight across his pecs. 'Haan, glitch hi hoga, but protocol ke hisaab se full manual search karni padti hai. Tension mat le, jaldi khatam kar denge.' His gaze roamed Rohan's body slowly, lingering on the curve of his hips and the way his jeans hugged that rounded ***. 'Pehle kurta utaar de. Upper body check se shuru karte hain.' Rohan's fingers shook as he gripped the hem of his kurta, pulling it up inch by inch over his head. The fabric whispered off his skin, revealing his fluffy soft chest, light hair dusting his pecs, nipples already perking up in the cool air, hardening into dark peaks against his feminine curves. Vikram's breath hitched just a bit, his dark eyes darkening further. 'Wah, smooth body hai tera. Arms up kar.' Rohan obeyed, arms raised, feeling exposed and vulnerable as Vikram stepped closer. The officer's big, warm hands started at his shoulders, palms rough from years of duty, sliding down his arms with deliberate slowness. They brushed his sides, thumbs grazing the sensitive skin under his arms, sending shivers down Rohan's spine. 'Relax, yaar,' Vikram murmured, his voice dropping to an intimate whisper, hot breath fanning Rohan's ear. The hands moved to his fluffy chest, patting lightly at first, then pressing firmer, fingers splaying over the soft fuzz, circling those perky nipples without quite touching. Rohan bit his lip, a soft whimper escaping as heat bloomed in his core, his *** twitching in his jeans. 'Ab niche ka check,' Vikram said, his tone husky now, one hand lingering on Rohan's waist. 'Jeans khol.' Rohan's face burned, but the command in Vikram's voice made his body respond eagerly. He fumbled with the button, zipper rasping down slowly. The jeans slid over his curvy hips, pooling at his ankles before he kicked them off, standing in just his opaque white briefs. His rounded *** cheeks peeked out from the leg holes, plump and inviting, the fabric stretched tight over his semi-hard bulge. Vikram circled him like a predator, eyes devouring every inch. 'Bola na niche ka body check karna hai. Full access chahiye for manual check kyonki scanner glitch hai.' said Vikram in a firm and authoritative tone. With trembling hands, Rohan hooked his thumbs into the waistband and peeled the briefs down, his *** springing free—five inches of smooth, leaking need, bobbing against his thigh. His *** jiggled slightly as he bent to step out, the deep cleft between those rounded globes on full display. Now fully naked, Rohan's feminine curves were all Vikram's to inspect—soft waist flaring to hips, fluffy chest heaving with anticipation. Vikram's pants strained obviously now, his own arousal impossible to hide. 'Turn around, *** dikha properly,' he ordered softly, but there was a hungry edge to it. Rohan turned, hands on the table for support, arching his back just a little without meaning to. Vikram's hands started at his calves, kneading up the backs of his thighs, thumbs pressing into the sensitive inner skin. The touch was thorough, intimate—fingers tracing the curve of his *** cheeks, squeezing the plump flesh gently at first, then firmer, parting them slightly to expose his pink hole. 'Yeh scanner ne yahan beep kiya tha,' Vikram lied smoothly, his voice thick with lust, one finger brushing the puckered entrance. Rohan gasped, pushing back instinctively, his shy moans filling the quiet room. 'Sir... yeh... Kya kar rahe ho aap?.' Vikram chuckled low, pressing his body flush against Rohan's back, his hard ***—eight inches of thick, veiny heat—grinding into the cleft through his pants. 'Glitch ya mera dil? Tu itna tempting hai, control kaun karega?' The air crackled with tension as Vikram's hands roamed freely now, one sliding around to cup Rohan's fluffy chest, pinching a nipple hard enough to make him arch. The other dipped lower, wrapping around his leaking ***, stroking slowly, thumb smearing precum over the head. Rohan's knees buckled, but Vikram held him steady, lips brushing his neck. 'Chup reh, enjoy kar. Flight wait kar legi.' Their mouths met in a heated kiss, Vikram's tongue claiming Rohan's with wet, sloppy urgency, tasting of spice and desire. Rohan melted into it, hands reaching back to grip Vikram's thighs. Vikram spun him around, lifting him onto the table edge, legs spread wide. He dropped to his knees, face level with that rounded ***, and dove in—tongue flat and hot against the hole, lapping slow circles before probing inside. 'Mmm, garam aur tight,' he groaned, spitting to make it slicker, fingers joining to stretch him open. Rohan clutched the table, fluffy chest bouncing with each gasp, his *** dripping onto his belly. The intimacy built like a slow burn—Vikram's stubble scraping Rohan's cheeks, hands caressing those feminine curves, whispers of 'Aur le, baby' mixing with wet slurps. Rising, Vikram freed his monster—uncut shaft throbbing, foreskin back, head glistening. 'Chus, dikha kitna bhuka hai tu.' Rohan leaned forward eagerly, lips wrapping around the tip, *** deep with hollowed cheeks, tongue tracing veins. Saliva trailed down, wetting Vikram's balls as he guided Rohan's head, thrusting gently at first, then deeper. 'Haan, aise, teri zubaan jaadu hai.' Rohan's eyes locked on Vikram's, the mirror reflecting their heated connection, making it all feel even more personal. The kink ramped up as Vikram pulled out, flipping Rohan onto his stomach, *** up high. He slapped those rounded cheeks—sharp, stinging smacks that left pink marks, each one making Rohan moan and clench. 'Le ab mera ***, poora andar.' He pushed in raw, inch by thick inch, the stretch intimate and overwhelming, balls nestling against Rohan's taint. Vikram rocked slow at first, building to hard thrusts, one hand in Rohan's hair, the other tweaking nipples on that fluffy chest. Sweat slicked their bodies, the room echoing with skin slapping skin, Rohan's pleas of 'Zor se sir!' They shifted—Rohan straddling Vikram in the chair now, sinking down onto the ***, his curvy hips rolling in a hypnotic rhythm. Vikram's hands gripped his ***, spreading cheeks for deeper access, fingers teasing the rim around his shaft. The closeness was electric—chests pressed together, Vikram *** on Rohan's neck, leaving marks. '*** mere saath,' Rohan begged, grinding down. Vikram jerked him off in sync, fast and firm. Orgasm crashed over them—Rohan first, spurting hot ropes across Vikram's hairy chest, crying out. Vikram followed, pumping deep, filling Rohan's *** with thick, pulsing loads. 'Le mera paani, bhar jaa.' Panting in the afterglow, bodies tangled intimately, Vikram kissed Rohan's forehead. 'Glitch? Nahin, yaar. Tujhe dekh ke hi yeh sab plan kiya. Agli baar direct aa jaana.' Rohan smiled, hole leaking ***, the thrill lingering. As Vikram helped him dress piece by piece—briefs first, then jeans, kurta last—their touches were soft, promising more. Was it technical glitch or pure desi lust....The wink in Vikram's eye said it all, leaving Rohan *** for the flight ahead.

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Fun under open skies - Farmhouse trip Fun I was put up in navakkari for my business related stuff, and it's in the middle of the coimbatore to palakkad route. This Coimbatore business guy (lets call him Kumar) 32 single unmarried guy, filthy rich business man got connected with me over call, referred to one of my cuckold husbands in coimbatore. He set this up, Kumar wanted to be banged hard by a good size monster it seems. This cuckold husband knows me well, he referred me to kumar. Around 10 in the morning on one sunday, kumar came in jaguar and picked me up. He looked sharp, sexy with crisp dress, sunglasses, his car and attires screams in dollars. Hop in, he said. I did and we introduced shaked hands, and he pinched my nips in return. He took me in 45 minutes of travel to his farm house near Palladam. The farmhouse is surrounded by coconut trees, super private even of someone screams of being raped no one could hear except two security uncles he has in farm house itsel. Big compounds, typical kongu belt farmhouse kind. Around 10 country breeds of dogs were there. The moment the dogs saw the car, it got quiet and i was like, he has got real money. He treated me like a king , servants brought juices, fresh coconut water etc.., we sat on verandah for a while.,, he signed the securities, all disappeared in no time and he can't keep his eyes off from my protruding bulge inside my formals. The *** is kept on the left side, and the mushroom head line is very very obvious. He told, he has been dreaming of my *** inside him the moment the cuckold husband described about how i *** him and his wife for whole night. And cummed so hard and made creampie. I replied nothing but smiled. It was almost 11, he started brushing my bulge with his hand, and we entered the massive ac’d bed room, a custom made sized bed. He stripped fast revealing his toned chiseled body, smooth chest, clean shaven butt and hole. He got a tight working out ***, begging for a hard pound, typical Kongu men worked out in an agri field, not a gym worked out body though. Seeing those body my boi started to throb in tight formals and badly wanted to come out and play. First Round: Pre lunch domination. I pushed on to the bed facing down, *** up - no gentle stuff, instant brutal, i spit on widening the *** cheeks, stuffed my face in deep, my tounge lined up against the clean shaven gentle hole, rim wasn't gentle. His moan’s started, my libido too…. He grunted *** me hard. As i rim, ram he gasped pushing his hips up, easing my face to eat harder easier, rimmed for 15 minutes, making him moan, grunt growl what not. I face *** him another 10 minutes, pulled out a pillo and slides under his stomach, poured a good amount of lube he handed me over, wetted my entire shaft with lube started inserting, he was tight, but he was up to take it all in even if its pains, stretches, he have shown the pain on his face, but not on his moans, he wanted it badly. I thrusted inch by inch he endeavoured all in like a good baby ***. As I ram the shaft, balls against every slam on his thighs, pulling out and in game started balls slamming against his thighs and *** making a sloppy sound along with his moans of sluttiness, all of a sudden he pushed me back out of the burning sensation. I put him on missionary and legs over my shoulders, so that i can watch him moan, and growl of my ***, slide in again, smacking his *** like anything. We both started sweating out of hard work, he started crying out of pain and pleasure, he didn't want to leave though, after ramming for 20 minutes i unloaded him inside all. A huge load started dripping off his ares hole as I pulled out. My orgasm is strong and loud. We collapsed after the first *** session. He took my *** *** sloppy ***, he came out on my *** and *** me thereafter for 5 minutes, cleaned up all handsfree. He begs me for more, we had fruits as I ate , he gave a nice massage over my shoulders with some fragrance oil. As I was resting nude, only a towel over my hips, I took a bath and there the lunch arrived. No noise over the farmhouse, only a few dogs bark and rustling leaves. Nothing else. Deep sense of calmness. Lunch over with grilled meats and good food. As I finished my lunch,....he came down below the table and started working on my thighs starting from my toe finger. He licked all my leg fingers, came over till the bulge. He gave a nice massage *** licks. Second Round: Post lunch power *** The second round I had a plan of being a right and tight dom. I tied his hand on bedpoles with the small strip of fabric torn from a bedspread - I wanted to be brutal and take over the drama. I let him on his back, wide spread legs, I climbed upon him, shoved my *** deep down his throat not letting him escape, all he wanted as such. He gags, but passionately taking me deepthroat, on the sides of the *** saliva drips, i kept face *** him, he cries out of pleasure as i continued feeding his lunch - the raw meat. I commanded how I wanted. He obeyed with all his heart. He made my *** and balls sloppy, i flipped him over to ram his again for next round, his *** is all ready for taking in whole of mine - he made my *** well lubed with his saliva, without any prep i slides all in - now his *** swallowed all of mine with no effort. Easy peasy. He could take deeper this time, deeper than before. I could well hit his prostate with every merciless thrust, for every hit his body and moans responded. The bed too made moan and in alignment with his. As i spank and ***, thrusted for 25 minutes, i felt the orgasm, holded his hair tight pulled the best and making him to arch his back, i bulided it fast and crashed out inside him, overflowing with the thrust, splashing the spread beneath leaking out making the bed nasty which he wanted. I kept ramming him, and he shooted again. He complimented me, that no one’s ever used his *** at its best. He ordered ice cream and had it together. Now I started sensing that their security people must be aware of the happenings. Because so far no one has disturbed us. It's almost 5 now. He showed me the farmhouse and things around and surprised me with a well that his farmhouse has, and he uses this as a pool. It has all a pool has, except it's deeper than a typical pool. Afternoon turns to late sun, golden light filtering through the coconut groves. He shows me around the farmhouse quickly—a pool, gym, but we don't linger. By 5 PM, the heat's building tension again. Third Round: Dawn Brutal fun He had this water pump beside the well, he had attached a shower nearby, headed to shower under the coconut trees, it was very private and erotic in open air. He ran the motor, water flowing on the pump set, and next to the shower , I pinned him on the kadappa stone wall, and my *** is semi hard now and swelled full in seconds. I lifted his one leg and slides my thick shaft in to the slick *** fulled hole without any foreplay, brutal from the starting itself, as i thrust harder water splashing around, he scratching his nails against my back, begging me more, i obliged whole heartedly and *** him th the same position, after 10 minute, i bent him over in standing doggy style on wet ground, my girth is stretching him further in *** filled hole, as my *** is already there my slamming made his whole hole *** in to frothier and cremier which we both enjoyed having that, creamy, frothy slothy, sloppy sounds made the entire air fun more erotic. I had *** him for another 20 minutes, and i laid down on the water path and he sat on my *** with his frothy ***, he can now ride my raw meat just like that, his hole is well used now, now my *** size and his widened hole is accustomed to each other. As he is slamming sitting on my ***, he came on me sprouting multiple threads on my chest, he wiped off and tasted his one ***, Holding his thighs, i *** him in the same position, and i took the *** out and make him kneel, shoved my entire *** in to his deep throat, making him choke and swallow entire load without wasting a drop of it. We were both exhausted, took a bath and around 7 pm, as it was getting dark, he drove me back to my business hotel and dropped me after a coffee. He slipped me a bundle of cash which I didn't expect or ask - onto my hand bag, without saying anything and promised for more in future. Right away I called my cuckold and gave the update.. He was thrilled to hear all. I told him I'm gonna write it in ohmojo, and know the whole story there. King treatment - whole day with food, drinks, hole and whole. Absolute delight in a farmhouse.

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Small Places, Big Experiences Hi Everyone, This is an experience I had in Goa back in Diwali 2024 when I had to stay there for a project for a month. So basically I'm a 26 yo chubby guy with light wheatish complexion and great sets of man boobs and booty along with 5'9" height. I love getting softly manhandled, getting my body worshiped and interacting with multiple *** at the same time. Though, I've never done full cross dress, I love to wear bra, panties and lingerie below my regular man clothes and my creamy, hairless and toned body compliments it too much. Before going to goa, I had been giving blowjobs to some partners regularly and also had been *** 2-3 times by average ***. But when I shifted to goa, the action stopped for a week till I had settled in. My tounge and body was craving mans touch and taste of ***. So one day I had a crazy idea. As I was living in arambol and had a bike, I wore my purple padded bralette, a transparent purple string panty, a jacket over and a tight shorts with a helmet. At night approx 9-10 am I went for a ride. I had opened my jacket zip to show off my bralette. As my helmet was worn, people could not understand that I was a boy. I started getting naughty looks as well. So outside one restaurant, I saw some Russian and nigerian ladies doing business and negotiating with customers. For bottoms, this was heaven with all the semi hard *** looking for action. There, I saw a group of 4 mallu boys negotiating with a Nigerian lady. As she went away, I could see that they could not hire that lady in their budget or eastimsted price, but they were still hard as rock. I quickly found this as an opportunity and approached their car after removing my jacket. The cold breeze made my nipples hard and visible. I casually went there and asked for a lighter. I could see their hunger in the way they were stunned to see me. My helmet was still there so face was covered. As they could not sense that I was a boy or girl, I casually tried to ask what happened with that nigerian lady. They explained that they wanted her for all four of them and she could not accept their offered price. And asked me what I was doing at that place alone in the night while passing the lighter. I told them that I was working nearby so and so and just came there to roam around. Hungrily staring at my creamy smooth thighs and boobs, one of them asked me why I did enquired about the lady. I took the lighter, took one smoke out of the packet and said that I'm also looking for fun while removing my helmet. That was the point when things turned around. All of them had been shocked to see that I actually was a boy. All the respect and care for me from their *** had been washed away, now there was only primal lust. One person again asked me, Kitna legi tu *** lene ka? To which I replied, I won't charge, but I'll need to have a few drinks before taking all four ***. They flirted for some more time while checking me out till I finished my cigarette and asked me to join them in their car. I still get shivers after I remember getting *** by them that night. So after that night I had many similar encounters in goa also in other cities wherever I've seen straight men with their hard *** fail to pickup a street whore. You just have to be courageous enough. Just one suggestion to my sisters and brothers, Be Safe !!

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Gay Bedtime Fiction Stories The vayavya story could be the precursor to the show Grace and Frankie. It is about two older women whose husband have been coworkers and friends for decade before thy reveal that they have been in love and *** for years and divorce the women and marry each other. Grace and Frankie then become close friends and roommates in their 70s. It stars Jane Fonda and another famous actress that I can’t remember the name.

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Gay Bedtime Fiction Stories Part 2 Forbidden Love That was just the beginning,” he whispered. “I can never get enough of you, We still have one more night in Goa… and many quiet evenings back in Pune when the wives are not around. What started that night in Goa continued regularly once we returned to Pune. Behind closed doors, whenever our wives were out for shopping, office parties, or visiting their parents, Suhas and I would meet and *** like animals. On holidays and long weekends, we planned fake “trekking trips” that were really just excuses to book a quiet resort near Lonavala or Mahabaleshwar. We would spend the entire weekend *** each other’s ***, *** in every position, and satisfying our deepest desires. Every second with Suhas felt memorable. We were like secret boyfriends who happened to have wives. There was never any guilt between us — only pure comfort, excitement, and a deep connection that felt completely natural. We laughed together after every intense ***, held each other afterward, and talked about everything. The secret affair brought a new kind of happiness into my life that I had never known before. Thanks to Suhas being so bold that night in Goa, I finally experienced the real me and the real pleasure I had been missing all my life. Today we both have wives and kids, but we also have our own secret world. There is genuine love between us that everyone notices, but they all think it is just pure, strong friendship. Sometimes our wives fight playfully because we prefer spending time with each other over them, but it always ends in jolly mood and laughter. We keep our wives happy — emotionally, physically, and financially. In fact, my *** life with Priya also became much more intense after Goa. She once mentioned during a quiet moment, “In the first six months of our marriage, you were not so good in bed. What happened? You’ve changed so much.” I simply smiled and replied, “I learned.” In my mind, however, I knew the truth — unlocking my true desire for Suhas had awakened something powerful in me. Whenever I was with Priya, I would think of him — his strong body, his thick ***, the way he *** me and *** me — and that fantasy would drive me to satisfy her completely. I would *** her hard and passionately until she reached multiple orgasms, moaning my name in ecstasy. She had no idea that the man making her scream with pleasure was secretly fueled by thoughts of another man. We can’t wait to be in each other’s arms whenever we get the chance. We have to be careful; many times we almost got caught, but we managed to pass those moments without raising any suspicion. Many nights we wake up at 3 or 4 a.m., quietly cross the balcony with heart-pounding risk, and have intense *** right there in the closed balcony till morning, then slip back to sleep next to our wives again. Sometimes it is just a quick, thrilling blowjob or a long, passionate smooch — the danger of doing all the things lovers do while hiding from our own families gives us a different kind of rush. Even today, years later, whenever I see Suhas smile at me across the balcony or feel his hand brush mine when no one is watching, I remember that first raw, painful-yet-perfect night in Goa when he stood naked in front of me. What began as an accidental, thrilling view on a moonlit beach has become a beautiful, secret part of who I am. This was only the beginning of something that still continues — quietly, passionately, and without regret.

Gay Bedtime Fiction Stories The Forbidden Love Part 1 I never thought buying a flat next to Suhas would turn my life upside down. My name is Raghuveer. I had recently married Priya six months ago and we had just moved into our new flat in Pune. Suhas, 34 years old, lived right next door with his wife Neha. Both couples quickly became close. We hung out often — weekend dinners, evening balcony chats, and family get-togethers. Suhas was easy-going, well-built from his morning runs, and had a deep, confident voice that I found strangely comforting. Within months, he and I had become good friends. Then both families planned a four-day trip to Goa to celebrate our growing friendship. Priya and Neha were excited about shopping and clubbing, while Suhas and I looked forward to the beach and relaxed evenings. On the third evening, our wives decided to go for a girls’ day out — shopping in Panjim followed by clubbing till late. They left the resort around six, dressed up and laughing. Suhas turned to me with a relaxed smile. “Finally some peace, Raghu. Let’s go to the beach and catch the sunset.” We changed into shorts and walked down to the almost-empty stretch of sand. The sky was turning a deep orange. We sat on our towels, opened two chilled Kingfishers, and talked casually. After some time, Suhas stood up. “I’m going for a quick swim. This heat is killing me.” He walked into the water, swam for a while, and came back dripping wet. His shorts and underwear were soaked. He looked around, realised he had forgotten his towel, and without thinking twice, quickly pulled down his wet underwear right in front of me. He stood completely naked for a moment, searching for something to dry himself with. His thick *** was semi-erect, throbbing slightly in the cool evening air, heavy and impressive between his muscular thighs. I had a clear, unobstructed view. The sight stirred something deep and primal inside me — a sudden, unexpected rush of heat that made my own *** twitch. I couldn’t look away. Suhas noticed me staring. He grabbed my small towel instead of his own and started drying himself slowly, still naked, letting me see everything. He laughed softly. “Kaisa hai, bhai?” he asked casually, with a teasing grin, nodding towards his own ***. I felt my face burn, but the words slipped out before I could stop them. “Mazboot hai, bhai,” I replied, laughing nervously. He raised an eyebrow, still standing there with his semi-hard *** swinging, and asked, “Tumhara kaisa hai?” “*** off,” I said, shaking my head and walking away a few steps, laughing to hide my embarrassment and growing arousal. But when I glanced back, Suhas was watching me with a sexy, weird smile — his eyes dark with clear lust. That look sent a shiver straight down my spine and made my heart race. We spent a little more time on the beach, but the air between us had completely changed. The casual friendship now felt charged with something dangerous, forbidden, and intensely exciting. After the sun set, we walked back to the resort. The evening had turned a bit chilly. Suhas stopped outside his room and said, “Come over for coffee after a cold shower. It’s getting cold, and I could use one too. Neha and Priya won’t be back for hours.” I agreed, but the moment I stepped into my room, nervousness hit me hard. Those ten minutes felt like an eternity. My heart was racing as I took a cold shower. Questions flooded my mind: Was forgetting the towel intentional? Did he plan to show himself to me like that? What exactly was going to happen when I went over for coffee? Deep down, I had a strong intuition that something more was about to unfold. Part of me felt scared, but a bigger part felt intensely curious. I changed into a loose t-shirt and shorts, my hands slightly trembling, and knocked on Suhas’s door. He opened it wearing only a towel wrapped low around his waist. His hair was still damp, and water droplets glistened on his chest. “Come in,” he said, his voice lower than usual. The room was dimly lit. He had already made two cups of coffee. We sat on the edge of the bed, sipping slowly. The silence felt heavy. After a minute, Suhas put his cup down and looked straight at me. “You were staring at my *** on the beach, Raghu. I saw it in your eyes.” I swallowed hard, my heart pounding with a mix of nervousness and raw curiosity. “It was nothing… just surprised, that’s all.” He smiled that same lustful smile. “Don’t lie. I know you felt something. This is new for you, isn’t it? But I’ve wanted this since the day you moved in next door.” Memories flashed through my mind. As a child, during a crowded local train ride, an older boy had accidentally brushed his hand against my *** while holding the pole. That innocent touch had sent a strange, warm flutter in my stomach that I never forgot. In my teenage years, I had felt an intense attraction to a muscular guy at the local gym — the way his sweat-glistened body moved during workouts used to make my heart race. I never dared to explore those feelings. Instead, I pushed them aside, got married to Priya, and convinced myself I was straight. *** with her felt nice and loving, but something always seemed missing — a deeper, raw hunger that I could never quite name. Now, sitting here with Suhas, that missing piece suddenly felt within reach. Suhas leaned in and kissed me. His lips were firm and confident. I froze for a moment, nervousness making my hands tremble, but curiosity pulled me forward. I kissed him back. The kiss grew deeper, hungrier. His hand slid under my t-shirt, caressing my chest and pinching my nipples gently. I gasped into his ***. “Suhas… this is my first time with a man,” I whispered, voice shaking with both fear and excitement. “I know,” he replied softly, kissing my neck. “Relax, Raghu. I’ll go slow. You’re safe with me. It feels right, doesn’t it? Like it was meant to be.” His words calmed me. Strangely, despite the nervousness, everything felt comfortable — as if this moment had been waiting for me all along. He pushed me gently onto my back on the bed and climbed over me. He removed my t-shirt and shorts, leaving me completely naked. His eyes roamed over my body with raw hunger. He kissed my neck, then moved down to my throbbing ***. As he took my *** deep into his warm, wet *** and *** me with slow, deep, sloppy strokes, I instinctively caressed his hair with trembling fingers. In that moment, my eyes fell on the wedding ring on my finger. A sudden wave of guilt hit me — *Oh no… Priya…* I whispered breathlessly, “Suhas… are we sure?” He lifted his head, looked straight into my eyes with complete confidence, and said, “More than sure, Raghu. Just relax.” The next moment, his *** returned to my ***, *** me even more intensely. This was the first time anyone had ever *** my *** like this. Priya had always found it disgusting and refused to do it. But Suhas was devouring my *** without hesitation, taking it deep into his throat, and the sensation was pure heaven. *Oh wow… I need this,* I thought, moaning loudly as waves of pleasure coursed through me. Suhas pulled back slightly, his lips glistening, and asked with a knowing smile, “First time getting a proper blowjob, na? Feels like heaven, right? Only a man can satisfy another man fully, my dear.” His words sent a fresh thrill through me. I nodded, unable to speak. Then I wanted to return the pleasure. “Suhas… let me *** you too,” I said, my voice shaky with curiosity and desire. He smiled and shifted so we were in a 69 position. I took his thick, hard *** into my *** for the first time. It felt heavy, hot, and slightly salty. I *** him eagerly, trying to take as much as I could while he continued devouring my ***. We *** each other hungrily, moans filling the room, our bodies pressed tightly together. After several minutes, Suhas moved between my legs. He poured lotion on his fingers and worked two inside my tight ***, stretching me open. Then he positioned his thick *** at my hole and pushed in slowly. The pain was sharp at first — a burning stretch that made me grit my teeth. But even through the discomfort, I didn’t want him to stop. The fullness felt too good, too right. “***… it hurts,” I gasped, “but don’t stop… please don’t stop.” Suhas kissed me gently and whispered, “I won’t. Just breathe, Raghu. You’re taking my *** so well.” He went deeper, inch by inch, until he was buried balls-deep inside me. The pain slowly melted into intense pleasure. He started *** me with steady, powerful thrusts, his heavy balls slapping against my ***. I moaned shamelessly, my own *** leaking precum all over my stomach. “Harder,” I begged, surprising myself. Suhas grinned and pounded me faster, his thick *** slamming into my *** again and again. He stroked my *** at the same time. The combination was overwhelming. I came first — hard and shaking — shooting thick ropes of *** across my chest. Suhas followed moments later, groaning loudly as he pulled out and sprayed hot, thick *** all over my stomach and ***. We lay there panting, bodies slick with sweat and ***. Suhas pulled me into his arms and kissed me softly. To be continued

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