This is a story (M/M, Adult Friends, Oral and Anal Sex) based on a semi-real situation and real people (names changed). Sadly, the sex is just wishful thinking and pure fiction.
Warning: This story contains instances of alcohol consumption and drug usage, which may be illegal for your age or in your country. Reader discretion is advised.
I am one of those silly souls excited about their birthday. As my birthday approached, I was getting hornier by the day. I was about to turn 26 and had had sex only six times. Yeah, I was keeping a count because the bar is so low! I had made out with another half a dozen guys, but things didn't reach the third base with them. Now let me tell you about myself.
I'm a to-be-26-year-old Indian closeted gay-curious male, 6'1, overweight but cute. I sport no distinct features - black eyes, black hair, and light to average facial hair. Being a doctoral scholar, I can call myself relatively educated and a cosmopolitan guy since my hometown and university were at two different ends of the country. I have seen the life of various other metropolitan towns.
My lust remarkably increased because I had started having this obnoxious fantasy of having sex with one of my two best friends of 8 years, with whom I had a very platonic relationship. Let me tell you about Mrinal. 5'6, brown skin, black hair, and eyes, extremely hairy, sporting multiple tattoos across his body. He looked like what one would call an urban smart striver, carrying off himself in the most metrosexual manner possible. He was as thin as a wafer for his height and age, not weighing anything beyond 110 lbs. My dad adored his physique, always advising me to learn from him. Mrinal was an avid smoker, and a day didn't pass without him smoking 5 to 6 joints of weed. I was an occasional, and he was the only source of intoxication in my life.
I, for one, was sure he was straight, which made me hornier at the prospect of lusting him. There was an incident with a girl in college, shockingly revealing to us how strong his sex drive was and how he hated using condoms, even at the cost of the girl having to visit a gynecologist multiple times to treat the overuse of contraceptive pills. However, since everything between them was consensual, we cheered him on for scoring higher than any of us. This lust of his made me go wilder in my deepest thoughts and leak precum without even touching myself.
Mrinal had a friend who owned a flat in a quiet, residential colony far from mine. The guy's parents had died, and his sister had gotten married, so he was the sole occupant of the three-bedroom house. The guy kept traveling often for business purposes and left the house at Mrinal's watch whenever he did. This opened up the prospect of us partying with our friends without any intrusion. Sadly, as grown-ups grow distant, Mrinal and I had only one other friend, Pulkit, in our boy gang now, but as they say - keep your circle small and your beer cold.
Finally, my birthday arrived. Mrinal planned for Pulkit and me to be at this flat where we could relax and party the whole night, as his friend was away. As a ritual, I went for a family dinner to celebrate, after which I arrived at the venue. It was far from my first time at this place, but I was excited, as if butterflies were stirring in my stomach. Maybe this had to do something with my growing fantasies or was just plain old birthday joy. Mrinal was the one who introduced Pulkit and me to any intoxication - be it alcohol or weed. Hence, it was apparent I was in for a welcome into a living room with weed smoke in the air and a pint of beer to gulp down, even before taking my shoes off.
It was the first time I thanked the weather for being extremely hot and humid. As I sat on the couch, I complained of feeling extremely uneasy. The living room was the only area with comfortable seating, a television, and a table, but (luckily for me) it had no air conditioning. I told my friends that I was not carrying any extra clothes. We should all get down to our essentials. Those who understand Indian socio-cultural facets would know it was very uncommon for urban adult male friends to be around each other semi or fully-naked, except for specific purposes like swimming. I was an expert in playing the 'birthday' card and told the boys they must follow suit if I were to strip down. As the only other option would've been to shift to the beds in either of the rooms, the boys complied, and here we were. Pulkit and I were in vests and boxers, but Mrinal, who never wore a vest, was lying only in his shorts.
Seeing his semi-naked body caused a stir in my groin, and my soft four inches started twitching. His body was hairy as a grizzly bear, and though he had no abs, his torso was absolutely in shape, with a treasure trail ending up in his shorts. His skin was inviting, and I couldn't help but catch multiple glances at him. The heteronormative setup of Indian society boils down the suspicion that such glances may arise. When he turned away, his arching back made my mouth water. His body odor started filling the room, and I literally had to readjust myself multiple times to hide my rising member.
Time passed as we kept drinking beer and smoking weed. Of the three, I smoked the least, which was no secret. This naturally meant my friends got more intoxicated more quickly than me. Before things got quieter and boring, I suggested we play the age-old Never Have I Ever game. Birthday allowed me to call the shots and make the two follow suit. Though they were not keen to agree and preferred to watch stand-up comedy, with a little more persuasion, my will prevailed.
The game started on a fundamental note where, one by one, we named not having done things like stealing, being caught by the police, going viral, ghosting a date, and the rhetorical stuff. Then, I slightly changed the game's tone to talk of sexual adventures. We all knew none of us was a virgin, though these boys had no clue about my sexuality. All three of us were single at this point, Pulkit and me being relationship virgins, and thus, this made discussing our sexual escapades steamier. I started the game.
"Never have I ever had sex without a condom".
Mrinal gave me the eye and lipped an abuse before taking a sip of his drink.
Pulkit said, "Never Have I ever had any sexual adventure with anyone at school".
My taking a sip made both the boys raise an eyebrow with surprise, to which I had to clarify it was merely an incomplete handjob and some limited body play. Luckily, I did not have to mention the gender of the other person and left my friends impressed.
It was Mrinal's turn, and after a thought, he said, "Never have I ever made out in a swimming pool". As none of us took a sip, it was time to proceed.
Something came over me, and with a grin, I asked, "Would you like to?"
Mrinal turned to me and gulped. I could see the expression on his face being one of surprise and curiosity. He fumbled while saying that he would someday like it. I only replied that it was nice in an appreciative and teasing tone before starting to think about what to say next. With a deep breath that made the smell of his sweat and musk fill my nostrils, I kept my third bottle of beer and continued.
"Never I have ever left a hickey on someone's inner thigh".
I could sense them being very impressed by the statement, and after a brief pause, Mrinal sipped his drink. I playfully punched him on the chest, ensuring my touch was soft and slightly suggestive. Now, Pulkit asked me if I would like that.
Slightly eyeing Mrinal, I said, "I like to leave things where I can see them".
They laughed before Pulkit confirmed if it was his turn, and after what seemed like an eternity, he uttered that never had he ever kissed a butthole. There was no surprise that I had to take this sip, but I was amazed to see Mrinal raise his bottle and bring a large gulp down his throat. Pulkit started teasing him with the name of the girl from college, but Mrinal said he had had other sexual partners, too, and it was presumptuous of us to associate all his sexual activities with her.
Before this became a mood killer, I suggested Mrinal move on with his turn. He rested his hands on the couch so that the gap between his right hand and torso made an absolute 90 degrees, allowing his chest to seem popped out, giving me a clearer view of his now erect nipples. With a weird expression I could not decode, he continued the game.
"Never Have I ever licked armpits during sex".
Pulkit laughed so hard that his beer bottle got imbalanced before getting saved. "Ew, who does it anyway?".
I was not prepared for their bewildering reactions when I took a sip of my drink. While Pulkit was vocal with an expression of disgust and asked me why, Mrinal kept staring at me with a straight face. I stated that I thought it was kinky and that my partner wanted it, too.
"How was it?" Pulkit asked, still troubled.
I replied that it was a kinky experience and wouldn't mind doing it again.
"Even with all the hair?" came in Mrinal's question.
I looked between the two to take time and consider my words before saying, "That depends on whom I am having sex with".
While Pulkit has always been non-committal to details and possibly didn't have the cognitive ability to pay attention, I was sure my gender-neutral reference to a potential sexual partner wasn't escaping Mrinal's notice. It was only time for me to raise the stakes if I really wanted to live any part of my fantasy.
Part of us was getting sleep, and the other was high on intoxication. The weather didn't make sitting without air-conditioning any more comfortable, even in a semi-naked state. I took this opportunity to take my vest off and throw it to the side, stretching myself to put up some show. From the corner of my eye, I could sense Mrinal's lingering gaze on my man boobs, but it was too quick for me to say anything. I wanted the game to get steamier and suggestive, at least verbally. My following statement was definitely evocative, and even Pulkit caught on it was suggestive for Mrinal, just not in the way I intended it to be.
"Never have I ever penetrated an ass without a condom".
I always introduced myself as a vers-bot on hookup apps. Just a handjob from the top would be enough for my pleasure. An occasional sucker would be an unexpected treat. Hence, my statement was no lie and, like all others, gender-neutral.
"I am yet to even experience the restricted section", said Pulkit.
All the while looking at me, Mrinal took another large gulp of his beer before keeping the empty bottle in the stack. "Excuse me", he said and left for the loo. While he took an eternity to return, Pulkit started to feel heavy on the head and wanted to take a nap. I encouraged his wish and suggested he go to the room on the other side of the drawing-room, isolated from the other two. In one large gulp, he downed the remainder of his beer and left for his nap.
With both of them gone, I logged in to my second X account, which I used to follow gay porn stars and pages. Scrolling through gay porn, I started rubbing myself over my boxer briefs, occasionally touching my nipples and pinching them. The sound of the flush alerted me, but I didn't stop.
When Mrinal returned, I pretended to be surprised and acted like I was just about to get caught. The grown-up in my boxers was not missable now. I asked him what had taken so long, and he firmly replied he was getting relieved. I smirked at the choice of words and got another round of beer bottles for the two of us. He enquired about Pulkit while opening the bottles for us. He was reactionless when I told him about his nap as if pondering deeply.
I always had a reputation for having a higher capacity for alcohol, and I felt my stars were aligned today. I told Mrinal that I wasn't feeling sufficiently high and wanted to experience a more substantial level of intoxication. Mrinal suggested we should try hotboxing. (For those unaware, hotboxing is when you smoke weed in a small, poorly ventilated space that doesn't let an individual's exhaled smoke escape. This makes the other smoker high not only on active but also passive smoke). I suggested we both get our separate joints and proceed to the loo. It was the only apt place to turn into a hotbox. Mrinal started rolling the joints.
"Make the joints as big as our respective sizes", said I.
He raised his eyes and kept staring at me. When I felt enough moments had passed to make this super awkward, I clarified that our capacity to smoke is different; the joints should be different in size, too. Clearly, that was not so, and Mrinal knew it. Still, he rolled me a smaller one, nearly half as long as his, and gestured me to lead the way.
Once in, we locked the door from the inside and rested our backs on the walls, standing opposite each other. We only came closer to light up the joints. After an initial silence of a few minutes, Mrinal spoke up.
"That was a hot game you picked up."
"Ya, definitely hotter than my sex life, though."
Mrinal chuckled.
"What are you doing for sex these days, though?"
I didn't expect him to ask me that.
"Having it when I can. You?"
"With whom?" he asked with a tone of nonchalance.
"Mostly strangers. I also asked about you."
"There's nothing for you to know about mine."
"Of course, there is, which is why I asked."
"I am with no one right now."
"I know, but there can always be casual encounters. My sex life is just based on that!"
"I hardly have casual encounters."
"So, are you looking at something long-term now?" My mind knew it was a do-or-die thing now.
"I am looking at you about to burn your skin."
I didn't realize how I was almost about to touch the tip of my lighted joint to my thigh. "Geez, thanks."
"You should be careful when you play with fire." The irony of his statement was not lost on me.
"I prefer other things to play... with."
"That I could see very well with your choice of statements outside."
I laughed because that seemed like the only legitimate reaction that would not spoil the mood. The air was getting thicker with smoke, and I could sense my head plunging into psychedelic depths. I started feeling like I was on a rollercoaster and tried to make myself understand that was not the only thing I wished to ride on tonight. If I had to go up and down the pole of my lustful dreams, I had to do better.
I asked him if switching off the light and using our phone's flashlights was okay. He must've thought the smoking was having the better of me now, so he agreed instantly. I switched off the light. His phone's battery was about to die, so I switched on my phone's flashlight. The light fell directly on his face, and the blood flowing towards my dick somersaulted and rushed to the tip. I saw his exhaling smoke with pure vitality and ease. His perfectly shaped jawline with the light stubble seemed so inviting. His skin tone shone through the flashlight as a perfect shade of chocolate. His voice was becoming huskier, and his speech slowed, making each utterance hit the right notes in my ears.
"Did it do the magic for you?"
"Yes, it did."
Mrinal was eyeing me throughout the conversation. I sensed that he was expecting me to make the first move. Yet, I could not dispense the fear of reading the signal wrong and spoiling my friendship with my closest friend. My dick started taking over my brain, and my lusty side took the driving seat as I made the next move.
"Do you trust me?"
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Just answer, do you trust me?"
"Trust you in what?"
"To do right by you?"
"Well, when you put it that way, I do."
I proceeded to take off my sweaty vest. As I threw it away, I moved toward Mrinal, engulfing him in a bear hug.
"Don't let go till I do."
I can tell you assuredly, by far, this was the warmest hug I had ever experienced. His warm body was sending shivers down my nipples, and I could sense a tornado building inside. My hands moved around his back, feeling his warm, slim, chocolatey body. Mrinal held his hands near my shoulders at the most decent place possible. He did not make any move but could sense a building sensation in his shorts. I was now fully erect, and my do-or-die moment had arrived. As I pulled back, I planted a kiss on his right cheek, just a centimeter or two away from his lips. I stopped in my tracks and kept staring at him. The next thing I knew, he reciprocated the kiss on my left cheek.
"Two can play a game" came out of my mouth organically.
I moved to kiss him on his chin, and he did the same. Finally, I had to leave a peck on his lips. This sealed the deal for the night that was. He started kissing me with full fervor, going straight for my tongue. It seemed all hell broke loose at that moment. I pulled back and immediately went down to his neck, then to his furry chest.
"Could have reached this stage earlier."
"You think you'd let me?" I asked between my heavy breaths.
With a slight layer of sweat from all the heat we'd been through this evening, his body was a haven for my tongue.
"Care to take this to a cooler environment?"
"As you wish, sir!" I complied.
As soon as we entered the room and switched on the air-conditioning, I went back for his mouth. The foreplay with his tongue was precisely what I was waiting for. He tasted of beer and weed, and this only raised my hunger for him. Then, he pushed me onto the bed and went for my nipples. His tongue surveying my body was wrecking my nerves, and the psychedelic depths made matters deeper and sexier. He caught me by surprise when he started softly biting both my nipples. I opened my mouth to sound the pain, but in an instant, he covered it with his left hand, putting first his middle finger inside and then the index one. I started sucking on his fingers, and they tasted heavenly.
I got up and, in a swift motion, took down his shorts. My tongue started licking his member, hiding behind the covers of his underwear, yet already woken from its slumber. His hands began exploring down my arched back as I returned the 'teeth' favor with utmost care and compassion, making Mrinal release small gasps of pain and pleasure. I then stuck my teeth on the waistband of his briefs and, without using my hands, pulled down the fabric to uncover his dick. Probably the most sensual aroma I've ever experienced filled my nostrils, and his precum-leaking member appeared before my sight. Though not at full mast yet, it was no less than five-and-a-half inches. I started landing soft kisses on his low-hanging sack, and as soon I started replicating it on his tool, he took hold of my neck and pushed it down his member.
I needed no other indication to understand his growing impatience, but I was no less than a cock-tease. I took hold of his dick in my right hand, directed the tip onto my tongue, and beat his tool on it. Then, I just took the top in my mouth and stopped. I started getting up with a smile. Mrinal knew what I was doing.
"Don't even dare."
"He pushed me down to my seated position, grabbed hold of my face, and thrust it towards his cock. He was now fully erect at a little over six inches. I took the mini Mrinal inside me in one go, rubbing my tongue all over it. We soon found the rhythm as Mrinal moved back and forth, thrusting himself deeper inside me each time. Next, I grabbed hold of him and swiftly dragged him onto the bed, resting first his upper and then his lower body up with his dick in my mouth all the while. As he tried to gag me with his pulsing cock, I could only manage to breathe when I switched between his cock and his balls. His moaning was music to my ears, and his precum was a nectar I didn't leave out a drop off.
He then pushed me on the bed, and I lay flat on my back. He positioned himself right over me in a facefuck position with his legs on either side of my hands. He again guided his dick to my mouth and started gyrating his hips. He fucked my face like a gloryhole bitch. After what seemed like a hundred thrusts, I tended to move to his sack but instead licked my tongue over his perineum. Mrinal hadn't expected that. It threw him into a dreamland of ecstasy, with his back arched and his hands on my thighs. He enjoyed it so much that he started moaning my name so loudly I got scared for once if Pulkit would wake up. I switched back to his dick quickly enough to avoid that bad trip.
After an eternity in this position, I could sense Mrinal stiffening further and nearing his climax. He lay flat on the bed, and I was down on all fours with my mouth over his cock. He let out louder moans now as I was nearing him to cumming.
"I'm near."
"I can sense that."
He held my hair with his right hand and, after pulling my head over his cock for a while, moved his left hand toward his dick. I threw it off with a slap, and his eyes widened in surprise.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"More than anything in this world right now."
Both of us fastened our pace as his climax was here. With a final push to my head and his hips, Mrinal blew in my face. I had to place a hand over his mouth as he moaned in full pitch. He released at least four intense spurts of cum in my mouth, the first two of which went directly down my throat, choking me for a second or two. The following two pooled in over my tongue, and I had the sweetest and saltiest cum of my life. I then rubbed his dick all over my face, rubbing the tool dry with my skin. I retook his dick in my mouth to give it a proper clean off.
"I've never had a better one, and it's first with a guy."
"The beer and the weed make you say that."
"I mean it." He said
I moved to kiss his whole pubic area and proceeded to lie beside him, half spooning him. My hard dick was now leaking precum in full swing.
"What shall we do about this one?"
"There's another organ you should be more concerned about."
"Let's hope Pulkit isn't awake for at least another hour or so."
To be continued...(?)