Baat yahi koi 2010 ki hogi. This was the time when I was a young, bright student, pursuing bachelor of science. Though I was not confused with my sexual identity, I was still a closeted gay simply because I was living in a small town of Kannauj – a place where I always assumed there was no gay other than me until I experienced something unexcepted while tutoring my best friend’s younger brother – Raman.
In my third year of B Sc., I was best known for my sharp mathematics in the entire batch. Mere is khaisyat ke chalte mere dost Pawan ne mujhse apne chhote bhai Raman ko tuition dene ko kaha. Raman abhi IIT JEE ki preparation kar raha tha. Just like his elder brother, Raman ka hath bhi Maths mein thoda tang tha.
I couldn’t say “no” to anybody then it was my best frined Pawan. Maine Raman ko competitive maths mein coach karna shuru kiya. Raman kabhi mere ghar problem solve karwane ke liye aa jata to kabhi mein usko padhane ke liye uske ghar pahunch jata. Aur, tuition hour ke bad main aur Pawan jam ke gappe marte.
I expected, Raman after my coaching started doing better at IIT JEE mock tests. Iske chalte Pawan ke parents ne mujhe Raman ka tuition badhane ke liye request kiya. Maine unko mana kiya – “Uncle, Aunty, main koi professional tutor nahi hoon aur mere pass waqt ki bhi kami hai.” Magar uncle, aunty aur Pawan ke pressure ke chalte main man gaya. They offered me a good tuition fee as well that I could definitely use as pocket money.
Is tarah Raman ko coach karne ka sislia shuru hua. Coaching ke 7-8 din bad mujhe Raman kuchh interesting hints dene laga. Aur agar mera andaza sahi tha to Raman chahta tha ke main uske sath sex karoo. Magar main apne aap initiative kyun leta. Pehli baat to main 100% surety se nahi keh sakta tha ke Raman ka meri tighs ko baar baar touch karna sexual innuendo hai ya fir friendly gesture. Uper se agar usne yeh sab Pawan ko leh diya to.
Khair kafi dino ke bad, ek din jab main Pawan keg har pahuncha to Raman ne door open kiya. Isse pehle mein drawing room mein baith-ta, Pawan ne bola ke aaj wo ghar main akela hai. Before I could even say, “Ok”, Raman undressed his lower half and was standing half naked in front of his brother’s best friend.
I didn’t waste any other time. I rushed towards him and very passionately grabbed his butt. This was my way of telling him how mad and impatient I was to get into his hole. His nipples were spilling out of that his vest. But I kept on thrusting and grabbing his ass before pinching his nipples and spanking them as hard as I could. Raman’s nipples reacted to this action by getting super erect.
I finally rolled him on the floor, made him sit on my thigh. Raman soon started kissing my dick like a curious kid. I held onto his head, pushing my cock further into his throat, causing him to splutter. To warm me up, Raman kept rubbing my chest and glued his lips on the thick of my impatient dic*. He even teased me by licking my balls. Raman knew exactly how to lick, making me shake and desperate to moan. After some of this warm up, I thought Raman was all set to entertain my wildest fantasies.
He was intrigued about what I wanted to do to him next. I brought my hand down onto his creamy, soft ass and smacked him with full force. Within a second, his ass was as hot as pink rose. He screamed at the top of his lounge. I brought my hand down again and smacked it till it was bright red, making Raman jerk forward contracting his bubble butt. Looks like I had unleashed a horny twink within Raman. I kept on spanking him until he turned over onto my chest and kissed me to stop. I then pulled his legs up and looked at his glistening ass. The time when he expected me to enter him, I brough my hand down onto his ass with full force to smack it once again. Raman told me that the pain was getting unbearable, but he was loving every minute of it. I did spank him a few times before pushing my c*ck got inside of him, that too all at once.
Raman didn’t moan at first but the longer I was drilling him he moaned and groaned, getting louder and louder. My co*k was rock hard and I wanted nothing more than to explore the depths of his hole. I wanted to live the fantasy that I planned with girls before I knew I was gay. Many times, Raman had to surrender control to me and I brought him to a vulnerable orgasm. I didn’t know if it was Raman’s first time, but he told him to left him up and fu** him like a bull. I obliged.
Next, Raman and I switched to a new position. In this position, my foot was resting onto his shoulder. Raman closed his eyes and grabbed at my horny chest. The feeling of “being drilled to his core” was making him feel like a used dog that very moment – his words not mine. I then stood back up asked Raman to get onto his knees. While fu**ing him in this new position, I looked in a tiny mirror that was hanging on the wall of drawing room. The moving reflections of both of us in that tiny glass gave me a surge of pleasure. My thrusts became faster and quicker before climaxing.
I told him that I couldn’t control myself and had to cum. In response, Raman pulled his ass away from my monster. I was desperately trying not to cum but he didn’t let me suffer. He lowered himself, unrolled condom from my d*ck and let me shoot. The warm oozing liquid filled his face and dripped down his cheeks. Within no time, he licked the remaining cum from my shaft. But before I could withdraw my dick from his mouth, his warm cum oozed down on the floor too. Raman licked off the remains of my juice from the head of my penis.
When I started dressing up. I told Raman that I was mad at him for not being so straight forward about asking for sex earlier. This made him blush. I bent over and kissed him for minutes before we bid goodbye for that day.