A very desi (Indian) gay man living in-between New Delhi and New York.
Well the blog isn't really a secret one, but the reason I chose 'underground' in the title? - So that I can live in the illusion that I try to be a little discreet about my perpetually high libido
A tale of a Cut Dick and a Tight Hole
Why is Anal sex so fucking hard?
Dear readers, I have tried to do it with my boyfriend at least 20 times and as
much as I would like to post this on a proctologist’s website, I shall refrain
myself from doing so. Everytime
we try to do it, FUCKING LORD, it pains so much that I just can NOT fucking do
it. I did take the head inside once, and I swear on Gaga’s name, I thought
I was gonna shit on my boyfriend’s dick!
One day, I set up the whole room,
took a bath, cleaned every fucking hole in my body (inside AND out) and I got a
scented candle for god’s sake! Put on a sexy playlist, a drink and you know
blah blah. That night I was ready to lose my virginity for good. And guess
what? By the end of it I found it so hard to take it in that I started crying
“I am going to die a virgin and never have sex in my entire life.”
Yeah…..that’s not something what you say when a guy is trying to put his cock
inside you. It’s not like I am not attracted to him. I do love him. And once
when his face wasn’t enough, I did imagine Justin Timberlake and Chace Crawford
and Jimmy Coxxx and Brent Everett and that Teenwolf guy and that Vampire
Diairies guy and, well you get it. And this cute junior I have a crush on.
Worked to some extent but damn it! I can’t seem to take it in.
Sorry, this post is shit. I just
feel like ranting right now. His dick is cut by the way. It’s not that long but
it's fine. Its thickness is good though. And I can do magic with my tongue so
not everything on the bed goes to waste. Oh whatever, I am gonna go to
sleep now and pretend that nothing is wrong with my sex life
FUCK MY LIFE!!!
P.S. In case you care, the relationship is going good.
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