Hardcore Session With Kashmiri Salesmen Part 1

Well, to better off your imagination here are my stats. I’m 20 years old lad, wheatish skin tone, height is of 5’9” (roughly 175cms). I’m neither too slim nor even flabby, rather still bearing those baby fats a bit here and there, which can’t be traced over the clothes. I’d like to put myself in the category of “Pretty” face rather than “Handsome” face. I always wanted a chiseled face with perfect jaw line and cheekbones but a little fat on the cheeks work as good for me with guys. I got a small fleshy round bum which guys generally digs for.

The scorching sunrays bothered me enough to wake up. It’s was a perfect winter morning in Kolkata. Like any other lazy guy I was reasoning with myself not to get up. I turned on my stomach adjusting my blanket and pressing my huge boner against the bed. Last night’s porn video was still lingering in my head, maybe because I slept without shagging. That job is yet to be done. I rubbed my dick against the mattress and thought about the scene where the white guy was throbbing his thick dick inside the Asian twink. It was already 10:30am and I had to get up, since no one was at home I’m supposed to do all the chores for myself.

After almost an hour finishing the necessary morning stuffs I was sitting with coffee, the door bell rang. I went to get it getting a bit pissed, leaving my coffee on the table. But the sight wasn’t too bad. Two good looking Kashmiri guys standing at my door step with one huge black bag each on their shoulder. It’s quite common in this time of the year in Kolkata. People from Kashmir come here to sell the woolen stuffs from door to door. It wasn’t a bad business.

“Bhaiya ghar pe koi hain?” The older one of them asked.

“Nahi! Aur humein kuch nahi chahiye” I tried to get rid of them in one line as my coffee was getting cold.

“Lekin pehle dekh toh lijiye” he said very politely.

“Bola nah nahi chahiye kuch” I sounded a bit rude.

“Ekbar dekhne mein kya harz hain? Pasand na aye toh mat lijeyega” this time he insisted.

Since no one was at home I thought it won’t be bad to buy a bit more time to check these two handsome lads out while sipping my coffee.

“Thik hain, andaar aiyee” I let them enter, though I had no intention at all to buy anything.

They came in with a smile and kept their bag on floor while I grabbed my coffee. I was leaning on the dining table facing them on sofa.

“Aap akele rehte hain?” finally the younger one spoke and I could sense the very obvious effort to make small talks.

“Nahi ji, baas aaj ghar pe koi nahi hain” I replied concentrating at his red lips. “God! I can bite that lips hard” I spoke in my mind. He was in early twenties maybe and a skin smooth as butter. A bit of tanning with the day’s work in sun was only adding to the charm of his face. Dark brown eyes with thick eye brows, piercing me to tickle all my horny intentions.

They introduced himself as Zakir (the younger one) and Shabbaz (the elder one) and said to be cousins. With all the last night’s porn images in my head and two hot guys sitting before me I was getting quite turned on. Shabbaz was busy opening the bags and arranging potential selling items which I might like and Zakir was just staring at the process. I found that opportunity to go and sit beside him on the sofa with my coffee. I brushed my body against his and I sensed an erection in my own shorts. “oh god! Now if I get up as well they can trace my erection” I thought about that embarrassment . But I was ready to take my chances. No one as at home and what would be better than an amazing encounter with these terribly hot Kashmiri fellas.

After all it’s not everyday two sexy Kashmiri fellows sitting in your drawing room oozing sexiness and you wont like to do at least something with them. Shabbaz was sitting in the extreme end and Zakir in middle. I leaned on Zakir to check stuffs Shabbaz started showing and intentionally spilled my coffee on Zakir’s pathani, still hot enough to jump. He exactly did so. My immediate pretentious apologies made way. His off white colored pathani got the stains and I offered him to go to the toilet upstairs and clean up. He had no other choice.

He followed me. Meanwhile my stomach was brewing up with all the naughty excitement. I showed him the bathroom and handed a towel. He was looking too puzzled where to start hence I took the towel and started rubbing his chest with the towel over pathani suit. He seemed bit uncomfortable but I was in no mood to let it go. I lifted the suit and took the towel inside it. By that time I already got a visible erection. I asked him to open his kurta and he obliged.

He saw my erection and then straight looked into my eyes. There was a smirk in my face, he got a hint what I was upto. There he was him, a Kashmiri fair guy of 5’11’, half naked, flat stomach with a cute belly button and amazing round pinkish brown nips. He got a bit of chest hair, like the boys in early puberty does. While cleaning his perfectly smooth chest I couldn’t keep my tongue off his sexy brown nipples and immediately shifted to that with my tongue in action. I started licking it with the tip of my tongue. His nipple got erected.

He held me by waist and squeezed softly and then there I bit his nipple hard. He left a soft moan, grabbed me by my hair and pushed me down. I knew what to do. The strings from his pyajams was hanging in front of my face with a visible erection. I grabbed the dick with my mouth over the pyjamas and sniffed it hard. Stench of pre cum came into my nose and that made me more willing to put it in my mouth in full. With my teeth I undraped his pyajams and his erected dick hit my face.

“ Mu me lele” he said, rather it sounded more like an order. I had no intention to delay. At one go i took it in full. He let his moans out. I tickled his hair fair, hairless balls as I was working on his cut dick. I was rolling my tongue all around his sausage while pushing it up and down. It fitted perfectly in my mouth. The intensity with which I was blowing, a full lollipop would have been melted within 3-4mins. He couldn’t control but to ooze cum in my mouth so quick. He grabbed my hair and within three or four more deep throat strokes he exploded. I gulped it down and looked at his face.

“Hey Allah” he murmured with his eyes closed, facing upward with little sweat on his forehead and mouth open.

PART 2 is coming soon. Trust me, its gonna get very rough in the next part. Keep calm and don’t shag until then.
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