I’ve never slept with an Indian Gay. I’ve never done anything with any Indian Gay, except maybe some innocent fumbling around when I was very young. Now I found myself staring at men and wondering about their dicks, how long they are, what it would feet like taking them inside my ass. Heaven help me, why these thoughts come in my mind nowadays.
It was a day in summer. From the morning itself I had continuous itching on the penis tip for which it was compelling to open and close the foreskin for relief. The itching sustained despite my efforts. Seeing that in the morning my room mate laughingly inquired, hey what are you doing, jerking off or what.
See the sweet Indian gay anal pumping going on in here
Without wasting any time he grabbed me by my waist and forcefully turned me over on bed, raising my legs and spreading my hairy ass in the missionary-style position. I experienced a sweet shivering thrill in my whole body, felt electric current running throughout the body; I was feeling an unknown pleasure. With one hand he jerked my dick and spit some saliva onto his other palm and rubbed it as lube generously all over and into my ass-hole as well as his hard dick.
He slowly and carefully inserted the pink head into my ass hole and then pulled out. This he did for at least ten times. After this he penetrated up to one fourth of the length of penis inside my anus and pulled out and pushed in. When he found me tolerating he put his hands under my arm and tightly held the shoulders…I kept the butts separated to the maximum extent…he positioned the pink head on the anus inserted half the length on first stroke…waited for a moment and then with one powerful stroke, the Indian gay shoved his whole dick deep into the my ass-hole. I moaned and tried to resist but the Indian gay pushed my head down to the bed and fucked me hard. And that day I discovered that my room mate was an Indian Gay and I too was a Gay.