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OM fucked John-Part I


I am John, 28 years old, a straight guy, fair and handsome with athletic build, blue eyed and blonde hair. There happened to be a stormy night, two years ago, when I was 26 that has left a scar on my manhood. That night it was raining heavily and I was alone at my home as everyone had gone for a function in a nearby town for two days. My friend Om, who was about 22 years then, was stuck in the rain and could not get back to his house that was far off, as he was on his bike. He called me up and asked if he could spend that night at my place. I told him to come. Om is very popular among the girls, because of his charming but aggressive nature, his dark and stunningly handsome looks and muscular body. He is a lady killer. He works as a gym instructor and belongs to a middle class family, while my family is affluent. I drive a car even then girls prefer to sit on his bike.
Okay! Now the doorbell rang and I went and opened the door. Om was standing right in front of me, all drenched up and water was dripping off his clothes. His white shirt, completely wet, was sticking to his body, making every curve visible. His hair were strewn. He likes to trim his beard, and that stubble gives him a sexy look.
He came in and I closed the door. He put his helmet and bike keys on the table and I went away to get him a towel. When I came he had taken off his shirt and jeans. I stood in awe. I had seen him bare for the first time and he looked glorious without them. His wide and well chiseled chest was covered with hair, attractively patterned, that gathered down the bottom of his chest to flow out in a narrow stream upto his naval where they spread around and down under his brief. His thighs were huge and calves very strong all covered with hair. His biceps were flexing as he moved to wipe off the water off his body. He was wearing a black thread round his neck and bicep. That somehow enhanced his manhood. The large bulge behind his underwear indicated the size of his manly tool. It was enormous. Om looked at me, and winked smilingly ‘ what happened John dear, where are you lost darling!’
No..Nothing…You have a great body..man!
Stay away…I am not that type…!
Neither am I…!
And we both laughed. He wrapped up the towel around his waist and took of his underwear. He demanded a bottle of scotch.
I offered to get him clothes, but he refused saying that he was comfortable that way. So, I brought a bottle of scotch and cooked up some chicken nuggets. We started the drinks. I enquired about his encounters with the girls. He started telling me proudly how they sucked his penis, and went mad when he fucked them.
He made one drink after another and that too on the rocks. I had given up after my second one as I am not used to drink too much. But he kept drinking and telling me his stories, which seemed would never end.
All this while, I kept staring at his hairy body as I had started admiring it. I have a smooth body with no hair at all, maybe I was attracted to him because of that.
He was much too intoxicated and I asked him to sleep. I prepared my own bed and asked him to sleep and came out into the balcony. It was still raining. Still Om’s stories of intercourse with his women kept circulating my thoughts.
I came in and saw him lying on the bed with his legs stretched leaving very little space for the other person. I got curiously attracted towards Om and went upto the bed, moved his heavy leg and made a little space for me to lie down beside him. Om held his one palm under his head so my face closely rubbed hair in his armpit, they had an intoxicating odour. Some of them entered my mouth and I sucked them and they were salty but they tasted great and I continued. I was aroused. When I was done with the armpits I ensured that he was sleeping and then rested my hand on his hairy chest. I again felt a rush of adrenaline in my body and I raised myself a bit and rested my head on his chest. I was excited as the hair on his chest rubbed against my face entering my nostrils and mouth. I caressed his chest and sucked his nips. By now Om was aroused. He had embraced me and pressed my head hard against his chest. I was shocked and raised my head to see if Om had woken up. But he hadn’t, I sighed in relief and again rested on his chest. After sometime I decided to sleep and gave his chest a last kiss and lied on one side. But Om was not satisfied he turned towards me and dragged me onto his body. He held me against his muscular body. He then held my by my butts and gave some pelvic thrusts as if he was out to fuck me. My face rubbed against his wide chest. I ran my hands on his wide back. He then violently threw off his towel. I tried to see what he was upto but he held my head tightly onto his muscular chest, took my hand in his hand and rested it on his penis.
Oh my god…it seemed hard like a rock, hot and large. My manhood resisted and I jerked my hand off it. But Om didn’t loosen his grip on me and kept holding me tight. He stroked his penis for a while and then again pulled my hand and rested it again on his hot and hard rod. I caressed it as there seemed no other way out. It was quite large and stout. I had to run my hand along it to cover its full length and my palm felt insufficient to hold its entire girth. I was still rubbing and caressing the penis of the man who seemed to be the machismo personified and had reduced a man like me to his lust object.
He thrust my head between his muscular thighs and now his hot penis rubbed against my face. I tried to free myself but Om’s hold and desire was stronger for me move away. I saw his enormous penis and gave in as Om didn’t budge. His penis had pubic hair all around. It was stinking but he pressed me harder into it. My lips were on his pubic balls and I licked them. They tasted great and I forgot the stink. I rushed my tongue all through the length of the enormous penis and kissed its tip. Om held his penis in his hand and forced it into my mouth and pressed my head so that penis inserts deeper into me. He started rocking. His penis shoved in and out of me. I couldn’t believe I was being fucked by this Indian man, whom I used to look down upon and now I was down under him literally. He was fucking me and his hot rod was scraping my mouth. He turned and was all over me. I was struck under his big thighs moving vehemently stroking my body and rubbing my smooth body. The hard and rough man continued with his desire and I kept sucking his penis against my wish. Suddenly a strong stream of hot and sticky liquid struck in my mouth and it was filled completely with Om’s manliness. I gulped down every drop of it. Om lay that way for sometime with his penis still in my mouth. It had somewhat loosened.
When Om’s hold was loose I moved away. I was tired so lay there for sometime and decided that I’ll go into another room and sleep. But before I could move away, Om dragged me again and pulled off the knickers and tee that I was wearing. I was only in an underwear struggling to get off the clutches of the man filled with lust fucking my manhood unconsciously. He stripped me off and thrust his penis into my asshole. But it was very small for the man’s large and stout penis. He made me lie with my chest on the bed and climbed over me. His strong thighs widened my thighs to open up the hole and forcefully introduced his hard and hot tool into my little hole. I was painful and cried in pain to let me go. But Om didn’t listen to me and the tip of the large penis had entered me. The pain was unbearable, my body shook tremendously. Om kept pushing it deeper and deeper into me. Lubricated by his precum my ass gave in and within a few moments Om inserted his penis into me with forceful jerks. I was completely torn feeling a man’s penis into me. Though I was not as charming as Om, I had my followings. The women drooled over me but today I was being fucked. My penis that fucked the women was hapless as today it was Om’s penis that was in full action. He slowly began pulling and pushing his penis into me. The heat just burnt me the friction of the hard rocklike dick was unbearable. He got into his rhythm and kept fucking me hard.
I kept crying and sighing and panting, pleading Om to leave me. He thrusts got wilder and wilder and we were violently shaking. The man over me and me under him in his embrace. I was amazed at the stamina of Om. This lasted for quite a time. We were shaking badly his penis (or lund as he would call it) was moving in and out wild and hard. Later he ejaculated and filled my ass with his manhood. He still lay over me. His penis was now relaxed but I was in pain. I don’t know when did I fall asleep, in his arms all fucked up.
In the morning, Om shook me. I opened my eyes and found my self in Om’s arms.
‘What happened… John…Why are we in this condition? Did something happened in the night…?
I was ashamed and nodded my head affirmingly.
‘What…what happened?… I fucked you!’
‘Why didn’t you resist?’
‘I tried to…’
‘Why didn’t you go into another room.’
‘You didn’t let me…’
I was feeling awkward and hid my face in his wide chest.
‘Oh Om what have you done…’
‘It seems you enjoyed the night’
I put my hand on Om’s chest and moved deeper into him.
‘Oh meri Jaan, then I would like to smooch you…’
I looked at him, astonished.
‘You have lady like lips, juicy’
He winked and his hold got tighter. He raised my head and put his lips on mine and sucked. Slowly he was again lying over me sucking my juicy lips. His tongue ran into my mouth tasting every bit. I was aroused and struggled under his massive body. His hairy body was fucking every part of my smooth body.
After he was satisfied he stood up and got ready to leave. His clothes had dried up and he wore them. I offered him the breakfast but he said that he had enough in the night. I understood what he meant and blushed a little. It seemed I had accepted him as my man and myself as his sexual object.

Posted : 22/04/2011 4:51 am