I met him in a dive bar off Brigade Road, the kind of place where the AC barely works and the beers warm. His name was Vikram, tall, dark, with arms thick from gym sessions and a cocky smirk that said he knew exactly what he wanted. I was there after a long week of coding deadlines, just looking to blow off steam. One drink turned into three, and by the time he leaned in and said, My place is two blocks away, and I want to fuck that ass raw, my dick was already hard in my jeans.
We didnt waste time with small talk once the door closed. Vikram shoved me against the wall, his mouth crashing onto mine, tongue pushing deep while his hand grabbed my crotch and squeezed. Strip, he ordered, voice low and rough. I yanked off my shirt and dropped my pants, standing there naked with my cock pointing straight at him. He pulled his own clothes off fast, revealing a thick, veiny dick already leaking precum, heavy balls hanging low. On your knees, he said.
I dropped and took him into my mouth without hesitation. His cock tasted salty and hot, stretching my lips wide as I sucked hard, bobbing my head and letting spit drip down his shaft. Vikram groaned and thrust forward, fucking my throat until I gagged. Yeah, choke on it, you dirty cocksucker, he growled, holding my head in place. I worked him faster, one hand stroking the base while my tongue swirled around the head, tasting more of his precum.
He pulled me up after a few minutes, spun me around, and bent me over the edge of his bed. His fingers found my hole quick, spitting on them before pushing two inside. The stretch burned good, and I pushed back against his hand, wanting more. Tight fucking ass, he muttered, scissoring his fingers to open me up. He added a third, pumping them deep until I was moaning and rocking my hips.
Then came the real thing.
Vikram lined up his cock and shoved in with one hard thrust. I cried out as he buried himself balls-deep, the thick head splitting me open. He didnt go slow; he started pounding right away, hips slapping against my ass with wet, filthy sounds. Each thrust drove his cock deeper, hitting that spot that made my own dick throb and leak onto the sheets. Take it, take every inch, he grunted, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. I reached down and jerked myself in time with his strokes, the double sensation pushing me close fast.
We switched positions after a while. Vikram flipped me onto my back, lifted my legs over his shoulders, and slammed back in. From this angle I could watch his face, eyes half-lidded with lust as he fucked me harder. Sweat dripped from his chest onto mine. Your hole feels so fucking good squeezing my cock, he said, voice ragged. I grabbed his ass and pulled him deeper, begging for it. Harder, fuck me harder.
He obliged, pounding me into the mattress until the bed creaked loud enough to wake the neighbors. My balls tightened and I shot first, ropes of cum splattering across my stomach and chest. Vikram kept going, using my spent body until he pulled out at the last second and painted my hole and ass cheeks with thick, hot loads. He rubbed the head of his cock through the mess, pushing some of it inside again with his fingers.
We lay there catching our breath, but neither of us was done. Round two started in the shower, where he fucked me against the tiles with hot water streaming over us. By morning we were still going, slow and dirty on the floor, his cock sliding in and out while he whispered every filthy thing he wanted to do next time. Bangalore had plenty more nights like that waiting, and I already knew Id be back for more.
