Suresh slammed the door shut behind him, sweat already soaking his thin cotton shirt from the humid Chennai night. Ramesh stood there in the middle of the small apartment, shirtless, his dark skin glistening, thick arms crossed over his chest. Both of them knew why Ramesh had come over after the bar. No small talk needed.
"Strip," Ramesh said, voice low and rough. Suresh yanked his shirt off and kicked his lungi down, his cock already half-hard and hanging heavy between his legs. Ramesh stepped closer, grabbed Suresh by the neck, and pulled him into a hard kiss, tongues sliding wet and urgent. Ramesh's hand went straight to Suresh's cock, squeezing it tight. "Fuck, you're thick. Gonna stretch my hole good tonight."
Ramesh dropped to his knees without another word.
He spat on Suresh's cock and took it deep, lips stretching around the shaft, sucking hard and fast. Spit ran down Suresh's balls as Ramesh worked him, gagging once but pushing deeper until his nose pressed into Suresh's pubes. Suresh grabbed Ramesh's head and thrust, fucking his mouth in short, dirty strokes. "Yeah, choke on it, you hungry fucker."
Ramesh pulled off with a wet pop, stood up, and shoved Suresh toward the bed. He turned around, bent over, and spread his ass cheeks with both hands. "Eat it first. Get my Tamil hole sloppy." Suresh dropped behind him, spread those cheeks wider, and buried his face in Ramesh's crack. He licked broad and sloppy over the tight pucker, tongue pushing inside, tasting sweat and musk. Ramesh grunted and pushed back. "Deeper, motherfucker. Tongue-fuck me."
Suresh did, working spit into the hole until it was slick and open. He stood, spat on his own cock, lined up, and shoved in raw. Ramesh groaned loud as the thick head popped past his ring and the shaft sank deep in one thrust. Suresh didn't wait. He gripped Ramesh's hips and started pounding, balls slapping against ass with every hard stroke. Skin slapped loud in the small room. Ramesh reached back and spread himself again. "Harder. Wreck that hole."
Suresh fucked him like that for minutes, sweat dripping off both of them, the air thick with the smell of sex and coconut oil from the bedside table. He pulled out, flipped Ramesh onto his back on the bed, and pushed his legs up high. Ramesh's cock lay hard against his stomach, leaking. Suresh drove back in, this time watching Ramesh's face twist with every deep thrust. "Look at you taking it. Such a greedy Tamil slut."
Ramesh jerked his own cock while Suresh hammered him, the bed creaking under the force. "Gonna cum if you keep hitting that spot," Ramesh warned. Suresh slowed just enough to lean down and bite Ramesh's nipple, then sped up again. "Cum on my cock then. Shoot while I'm buried in you."
Ramesh came first, thick ropes shooting across his own chest and stomach. His hole clenched tight around Suresh's cock. Suresh kept fucking through it, using the extra slickness, until his own orgasm hit. He pulled out at the last second, stroked once, and painted Ramesh's balls and hole with hot cum. He rubbed the head of his cock through the mess, pushing some of it back inside.
They stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard. Then Ramesh sat up, pushed Suresh onto his back, and climbed over him. "My turn to ride." He reached down, lined Suresh's still-hard cock up again, and sank down slowly this time, taking every inch until he was sitting on Suresh's lap. Ramesh started grinding, rolling his hips in dirty circles, working Suresh's cock deep inside his cum-slick hole.
Suresh reached up and pinched Ramesh's nipples, twisting just enough to make him hiss. Ramesh rode harder, ass slapping down on Suresh's thighs. "Fuck, your cock feels bigger the second time." He leaned forward, hands on Suresh's chest, and started bouncing properly, up and down in long strokes. Sweat flew off his body. Suresh thrust up to meet every drop, driving deep.
They kept at it until Ramesh's cock was hard again. Suresh wrapped a hand around it and stroked in time with the riding. Ramesh came a second time, shooting thinner ropes onto Suresh's stomach. The clenching pushed Suresh over too. He grabbed Ramesh's hips and held him down while he pumped another load deep inside.
Ramesh stayed seated on the cock, both of them catching their breath. After a while he lifted off slowly, cum leaking out and running down Suresh's shaft. He lay beside him, one arm thrown over Suresh's chest. "Same time tomorrow?" Ramesh asked.
Suresh nodded, already half-hard again from the thought. "Bring more oil. We're not done tonight either." Ramesh grinned and reached down to stroke him back to full thickness. The night was still young in Chennai.
