Faggot Fazal Khan’s Story

Faggot Fazal Khan's Story
A Brief but well set well Scripted Gay sex story for Gay sex lovers. At the bar, Ramesh Chand’s hand slid into the back of Fazal Khan’s black jeans until he was caressing the ass. FK didn’t stop him as this guy was seriously turning him on at this point and when RC invited FK to his place for some fun; it didn’t take much convincing to join him. RC took FK’s hand and led him inside. FK expected RC to take him upstairs but instead, he said he wanted to show FK his secret man cave in the basement. Secret man cave? FK thought who is this guy? A shit Batman? Taken by hand, FK was led downstairs to a basement area, then further down, a hallway to a door was padlocked. The room was dark as they walked inside until Ramesh hit a switch and Fazal suddenly saw what this room was all about. It was only a small space and the walls were covered in what looked like whips, paddles, collars, leashes, chains, rope, different kinds of handcuffs, and a lot of sex toys. Khan noticed that Ramesh was staring at him probably waiting for his reaction. Fazal’s eyes were wide as he looked around the room but didn’t know what to say. RC broke the silence and asked Fazal if he wanted to run away screaming but FK laughed as he looked at Ramesh and said that he wasn’t thinking of running and that in fact, he was curious. Check out indiansexstories dot net for more exciting and erotic stories. RC walked into the middle of the room towards something that looked like some sort of exercise bench. An exercise bench with hooks and lots of restraints attached to it and told Khan it was this that he had brought him here to see. Fazal ran his fingers along the padded centerpiece wondering to himself if RC was actually thinking of strapping him to this thing. RC answered FK’s thoughts as if he had read his mind by asking if he was interested in trying it out for himself and ordered Khan to get naked. Khan stood there wondering if this guy was really serious. Ramesh slid his hand into Fazal’s long hair and then around the back of his neck and forcefully pulled him in, both forehead against each other as Ramesh stared directly into his eyes and told him to strip for mutual fun. The sudden change of RC’s demeanor made Khan’s knees weak and his heart thumping in his chest. As RC released FK; FK found he couldn’t break eye contact and was suddenly drawn to Ramesh. Like a robot, Fazal took off his shirt and then unzipped his jeans which fell down around his ankles. With the same mechanical moves, FK’s fingers hooked into the sides of his Calvin Kline underwear and slid them down his legs. Ramesh stared at his naked body and smiled holding his hand out to Khan; who took his hand and was guided towards the bench. RC’s hands were sliding over FK’s pale brown skin as he helped Khan to mount the bench and Khan lifted his legs placing the feet against the bars. RC slowly fastened the leather straps around Fazal’s one ankle and then the other. As he tightened the second ankle strap, FK felt both his ass and cock squeeze. Oh, God!! FK was already sweating wet. RC moved to the front and lifted Fazal’s one hand before he strapped the wrist to the bench. Then he did the same with the other hand and wrist. Finally, RC reached beneath the bench and pulled up the straps. Fazal hadn’t noticed before. He slid them between Khan’s tits and around his shoulders then fastened them to the bench. Lastly, he stood in front of Khan and stared at him telling him; this was where he had always belonged before getting off his clothes one by one. Fazal Khan watched Ramesh Chand as he slowly undressed in front of him soaking his body as he stripped. RC looked bit older but his body looked very young and fit. FK’s ass contracted suddenly as he moaned softly. Ramesh could see Khan’s eyes on his larger bulge in the stretched undershorts, seemingly enjoying slow pulling down of his shorts; letting his manly cock spring free and anticipating the reaction. FK’s eyes widened larger than a saucer when he saw the size of this man’s cock, no less than 8 inches long as it looked and fucking thicker than a horse cock. RC got behind FK’s head, gathered up his long black hair into his own hands and taking a firm grip as he slid the mushroom-shaped larger head of his cock against the Khan’s cheeks and across his red lips. Suddenly when he jerked Khan’s head back and Khan gasped; RC pushed inches of his cock into his mouth. Khan’s lips stretched around that thick man pole sucking him but only about half the length. Even Ramesh did not try to push in deeper; enjoying the feeling of Khan’s tongue and lips pleasuring him. Ramesh’s groans were echoing around the secret room of his basement den where Fazal Khan was strapped helpless but enjoying the ecstasy of sucking RC’s cock. After maybe 2—3 minutes, RC pulled his steel hard saliva polished dick from Khan’s mouth and moved behind him so Khan could not see him anymore but his hand was felt moving on the skin of Khan’s back. A quick slap of RC’s cock was felt on the ass cheeks immediately before the heavy cock tip was placed between the crack of the adult ass. Khan felt his legs locked in place as he squirmed against the bench; finding the strap fastened too tight. Ramesh held Fazal’s hair from the back, grabbing harshly once more as his other hand spread over Khan’s lower back; pushing him lower at the perfect angle for powerful meaty thrusts one after the other in his ass hole. “Take my cock, you bastard faggot”, roared Ramesh as he ruthlessly buried his humongous meat column inside Khan’s ass tunnel. Oouuff God!! Fazal Khan yelped hard as the entire fucking moment overwhelmed him.

Everything was totally mesmerizing him; being inside a stranger’s house, being in a secret sex dungeon, being strapped down, being helpless, being fucked with a large Hindu cock; a really pure power packed huge cock, which could have ordered an orgasm in Khan’s well-dilated ass spilling man cream to the ends which existed inside Khan’s ass tube being even unknown to Khan himself. RC kept pulling FK’s hair and fucking him with vengeance of speed and power, keeping the rhythm and pace along with maintaining the range of fucking motion. It looked as if Khan always wanted RC to own him for fucking his ass and being his bitch. The fun was at its best and though Fazal Khan had not touched his rigid as steel dick hanging below and going in circles like a reverse helicopter was dripping big pearls of man lube constantly. He was feeling a deep sense of fluttering in his ass like a true faggot and just rare holding of his staff only for applying little pressure at sensitive spots had brought him very close to an explosive orgasm. The sensational feelings were rampant in his ass as well to welcome a freight train slamming climax in progress. With uncontrollable shaking, excessive shivering, shuddering and loud growly whimpering Khan’s ass divulged in spasmodic contractions grasping and groping Ramesh’s fucking gadget, proving to be the ultimate straw. Perhaps one of the most incredible orgasms of the new duo life was happening in tandem and surely it was only the beginning of the night. Ramesh continued fucking Faggot Khan through his adult, mature cum, easing out of the gaping ass of beautiful khan boy. Still fucking stiff, RC pulled out of FK and returned to his face telling him to clean his cock, sliding in his mouth. Eager faggot khan sucked hard pulling out the remaining juice and then went on desperately milking Ramesh for all the residual pleasure. Once all clean, RC leaned over and slapped the faggot khan’s ass making him yelp and suck still hard for the last drops while being fingered in cum soaked faggot ass. Some lusty thoughts pushed RC over to FK’s ass again where he made various size circles around the cum soaked rectum and the ass lips; later pushing in again for the ultimate elation he felt at his semi-hard cock shafting dipped to all possible depths. Faggot Khan had one more of his orgasm as he got slow fucked and his super sensitive cock vomited typically hands-free with as little of the pressure applied by both men above one after the other. Fazal Khan screamed and Ramesh put his still semi-hard meat in his mouth once more to stop from alerting the neighbors. It felt like hours have passed, each man had cum multiple times with heavy non-ending cum streaks in the mouths, all over the faggot face, back and hair as well. Oh God; He was fucked royally; Khan thought to himself for his young life. Ramesh released boy’s ankles and wrists and unfastened other straps too. A voice telling him to rest until next toiling session. His legs were weak, his ass was hurting and he could positively not stand or walk but the caring fucker summoned all his strength to carry limp faggot body to his bed and lay him down while spooning behind providing the security of Hindu cock, holding the lovely bitch boy in his arms. The End. Brief but still all saying Gay session. A sex story by A. W. Chohan.