Raj slammed the door of the dingy roadside dhaba room behind them, his thick Punjabi frame already sweating in the humid night air.
Vikram, the truck driver he'd met an hour earlier over cheap whisky and parathas, grabbed him by the collar and shoved him against the wall. "Strip, you fucker," Vikram growled, his voice low and rough like gravel. "Been staring at that fat ass all night."
Raj yanked off his kurta and lunged forward, their mouths crashing together in a messy, tongue-heavy kiss. Vikram tasted like tobacco and masala. Their beards scraped, hands clawing at each other's chests, fingers pinching hard nipples. Raj dropped to his knees fast, yanking down Vikram's loose pants. The driver's cock sprang out, thick, veined, uncut, already leaking precum. Raj wrapped his lips around the head and sucked hard, taking it deep until it hit the back of his throat. Vikram grunted and thrust, fucking Raj's mouth in short, brutal strokes. "Yeah, choke on that Punjabi cock, you dirty bastard."
Spit ran down Raj's chin as he worked the shaft with one hand and cupped Vikram's heavy balls with the other. Vikram pulled him up, spun him around, and bent him over the narrow charpai. He spat on his fingers and shoved two straight into Raj's hole, stretching him open without mercy. Raj moaned and pushed back, hole clenching around the invasion. "More, fuck me open," he demanded. Vikram added a third finger, twisting and scissoring until Raj's ass was slick and ready.
Vikram lined up his cock and drove in balls-deep in one thrust. Raj cursed loud, the burn mixing with pure heat as that thick dick filled him. Vikram started pounding right away, hips slapping against Raj's ass, the sound wet and filthy in the small room. He reached around and jerked Raj's cock in time with his thrusts, thumb rubbing the leaking head. "Take it, you tight Punjabi slut. Gonna fill this hole."
They switched positions fast. Raj climbed on top, sinking down on Vikram's cock again, riding him hard while Vikram gripped his hips and slammed up to meet every drop. Sweat poured off both of them. Raj leaned forward and they kissed again, biting lips, tongues fighting. Vikram flipped them, putting Raj on his back with legs spread wide, and fucked him missionary style, deep and relentless. Every thrust made Raj's cock bounce against his stomach.
Vikram pulled out, flipped Raj onto all fours, and slammed back in. He reached under and milked Raj's cock until Raj shot thick ropes across the sheets, hole pulsing around Vikram's dick. Vikram followed seconds later, burying himself to the root and unloading with a long groan, hot cum flooding Raj's guts.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard, until Vikram slowly pulled out and watched his load drip from Raj's stretched hole. Raj turned and sucked Vikram's softening cock clean, tasting their mixed sweat and cum. "Round two after a smoke," Vikram said, already getting hard again. Raj grinned and nodded, reaching for the pack of bidis on the floor. The night was just starting.
