Karan slammed the door behind him and shoved Raj against the wall of the small rented room. Both of them were dripping sweat from the Delhi heat, shirts already gone, muscles shiny and tight. Rajs hands went straight to Karans belt, yanking it open. Been watching that fat ass all day, Raj growled. Time to fuck it.
Karan dropped to his knees without a word. Rajs cock was already hard, thick, uncut, the head dark and leaking. Karan pulled the foreskin back and swallowed him to the root in one go. Raj grunted and grabbed Karans hair, fucking his mouth in short, rough thrusts. Spit ran down Karans chin onto his chest. Suck it like you mean it, you dirty fucker, Raj said, pushing deeper until Karan gagged.
They moved to the bed. Raj ripped Karans jeans the rest of the way off and spread his cheeks. He spat on Karans hole and shoved two fingers in without warning. Karan pushed back, moaning. More. Stretch that hole. Raj added a third finger, twisting and scissoring while he stroked his own cock. When he pulled his fingers out, he lined up and drove in balls-deep in one thrust.
Karan yelled, half pain, half pure need. Raj didnt wait. He started pounding, hips slapping loud against Karans ass. The bed creaked under them. Sweat dripped from Rajs chest onto Karans back. Tight fucking Indian hole, Raj grunted, gripping Karans hips hard enough to leave marks. Taking every inch like a whore.
They switched positions. Karan got on his back, legs spread wide. Raj hooked them over his shoulders and slammed back in. The angle let him go deeper. Karans cock bounced against his stomach, leaking steadily. Raj wrapped a hand around it and jerked him in time with his thrusts. You gonna cum on my dick? he asked, voice low and filthy. Karan nodded, eyes half-closed, mouth open.
Raj leaned down and spat into Karans mouth. Karan swallowed and pulled him into a messy kiss, tongues sliding while Raj kept fucking him hard. The rhythm turned brutal. Skin slapped, the wet sound of Rajs cock sliding in and out filled the room. Karan came first, shooting thick ropes across his own chest and stomach. His hole clenched tight around Raj, who groaned and buried himself to the hilt, pumping load after load deep inside.
They stayed locked together for a minute, breathing hard. Raj pulled out slowly, watching his cum leak from Karans stretched hole. He pushed two fingers back in, fucking the mess deeper. Not done with you, he said. Karans cock twitched again at the words.
Round two started slower but got just as nasty. Raj flipped Karan onto all fours and ate his own cum out of him, tongue pushing inside while Karan moaned into the pillow. When Raj was hard again he slid back in, this time grinding deep and slow, making Karan feel every inch. They talked the whole timeraw, explicit, no filter. Your hole was made for my cock. Fuck me like you own it. Gonna breed you again.
By the third load Raj had Karan on his side, one leg lifted, cock sliding in at a perfect angle that made Karan shake. They came together, Raj biting Karans shoulder while he flooded him again. After, they lay tangled in the sheets, sweat cooling on their skin, cum drying on their bodies. Rajs hand rested on Karans ass, fingers occasionally dipping between his cheeks to feel the mess hed left there.
Karan turned his head and grinned. Same time tomorrow? Raj answered by rolling on top of him again. The night was still young, and neither of them was finished yet.
