Sweat-Soaked Surrender: My First Raw Heat with Raji in Madras

The plane hummed low over India, half-empty, air thick with promise. I was 25, lean and sharp, heading to Madras for a two-day layover before Southeast Asia. Raji, the steward, caught my eye—fine Indian features, my age, easy laugh. We talked travel, girls, his eye lingering on me. When he heard I knew no one in town, he offered to guide. Lunch tomorrow at my hotel. Noon sharp, he showed. Small eatery opposite, fans whirring uselessly against 40-degree hell. Shirts clung like second skins, sweat tracing spines. Talk turned flirty—his crushes on hot guys like me, wild stories. City dead till evening. ‘Shower in your room, cool off,’ he grinned. Heart raced. Room fan thrashed air like a beast. He lounged on the bed, commanded me to shower first. I stripped under lukewarm spray, soap barely lathered when he slipped in naked, eyes devouring. No shock, just pulse hammering. ‘Let me help, like at home.’ Hands soapy on shoulders, arms, pits, back, chest, thighs. Kneeling, he scrubbed legs, elbow grazing cock. Fists on ass cheeks—desire surged, hard. Turned away, but craved more. He stripped fully, pressed close. Hands slower now, caressing. Fingers parted ass, soapy glide between. Balls cupped, then shaft—slow pump. Breath ragged, I leaned into wall, ass pushing back. His cock rigid against me, hot rod. Mine reached back, stroked him. Gland nudged insistent. Finger probed hole, then two, stretching. Gland pressed— I rocked back, welcoming invasion.

He gripped hips, thrust deep. No pain, just fullness exploding. Pounded like fucking a girl, but rawer, mine. Prostate lit fire, waves crashing. Faster, sweat mingling, grunts echoing tile. He cried out, flooded me hot—triggered my hand on cock, spurting tile. Collapsed together, panting. On bed, nude under fan, he smirked: ‘Your turn later.’ Dozed, woke to his gaze, hand on hair, then cock. Nibbled nipple, trailed belly, sucked deep. Tongue swirled glans, balls lapped, vacuum pull. Exploded down throat; he milked dry, licked clean. Kissed me—tongues battled, first boy-kiss electric. I attacked: kissed chest, jerked him, sucked velvet heat. Swirled tip, deep-throated, balls fondled. He groaned, flooded mouth—salty-sweet nectar swallowed proud. Evening stroll: temples, curry by sea. Back, I dropped, sucked him kneeling till iron. 69 on bed, mutual devouring— I came first, he followed, tongues greedy. Slept dead. Dawn: cock nestling ass-crack, fingers teasing hole. Slid in smooth; I arched, loving violation. Fucked slow then savage, cum again.

The Irresistible Pull

Skin still hummed post-dawn fuck. We rose, city awakening. Raji guided flawless—Kapalishvarar carvings alive under his words. But inside, scorched. Never dreamed cock could ravage so. Bisexual now? Girls still called, but this—sweat-slick surrender, total invasion—rewired me. Craved his like forever, that devouring joy. Madras faded, but heat lingered, pulse of first red confession.