Gay Indian Cuckold Stories

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Colonel's Treasure

by sr71plt on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Rob turned his head toward the open flap of the tent. He could see the tawny fringe of the Shewan subchief's buckskin jerkin at the fringe of the lamplight escaping the tent's doorway. And the two eagle's feathers sticking out to the side of the back of the native's head, up at the very top of the tent doorway. The savage must be at least six and a half feet...

Twinks' Trivia Challenge

by Tiberius58 on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I found the offices of TTC Productions on the top floor of a converted warehouse in London's Dockland area. After climbing up eight flights of stairs, I was confronted by a middle-aged guy who said, "You must be Peter. You're the last contestant." The guy led me to a changing room where three other young lads were getting stripped off. We took a shower the...

Bending for Beni's Friend

by newpaulman on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

I had been seeing Beni for several weeks and we were getting along well. He was a little older than me, aged 52. He was Indian, tall, well built, smooth skinned and he had a long grey beard and quite long hair. He had mischievous eyes – eyes that said "I'm going to fuck you", and he frequently did fuck me. He was courteous and respectful, but masterful, and...

You are a Sissy Pt. 07: Cuckold

by Roland15Rollin on Dec 24, 2019
Gay Male

Hello, princess. Hello again. I see you are back. That pleases me, sissy. It pleases me that you have come back for more of what only I can give you. The truth only I can give you. And we have come so far together, princess. We have come so far exploring the depths of your sissy feminine mind. And your mind is feminine. Make no mistake about it, princess....

Journey to Mirage Ch. 11

by sr71plt on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

It was another long day of driving over mostly flat and undistinguished and dusty landscape from Dallas to Amarillo, Texas. Driving through the town and almost to Cimarron, the convoy of two vehicles turned south onto a dirt road under a log archway with "The Big C Ranch" engraved on a plaque overhead and drove three more miles until they came upon a long, l...

It Could Be Worse Ch. 07

by eviltwin52 on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

We've been in service to blacks for 6 months now. Mom, my wife Cindy, and I have completely devoted ourselves to the pleasures of the Superior African race and Leon. The club where Leon has us working is a nice dinner club on the waterfront in S.W. Washington, DC. We work as greeters and servers with a few other white couples and single white women. All of...

The Indian Doctor Ch. 05

by KeithD on Jul 30, 2019
Gay Male

I stopped going to play tennis on Saturday mornings. Instead I went to the compound on Sathorn Road, where the host and one of the men living with him, the black captain, had a private tennis court. The host didn't play; he'd sit there by the court, under an umbrella, sipping his martinis and watching the black captain and me play. They had other men living...

First Time with My Indian Fuckbuddy

by everydayboy on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I'd been talking to various guys on MSN Messenger for a while, and had even met a few for sex, though it was always only ever the one meeting, normally at my own flat but occasionally me traveling to their place. One guy in particular I had started chatting to was an Indian guy called Nav. We'd been chatting for a couple of weeks and the chat had started get...

The Metamorphous

by eviltwin52 on Aug 29, 2017
Gay Male

I didn't plan to be a homosexual. I didn't want to be known as a sissy. I didn't want to be used and abused by those who were my friends. I tried to be a normal, heterosexual male. Mother nature had other plans for me. My name is John. I've always been on the small side. My height is 5'6" and my weight was 130. I have a narrow waist, a pert, round bottom...

Congo Drums

by sr71plt on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

The riverboat hit a log, or something, on the hull right at my head, and I woke with a start. The first sensation in the soft, wavering light of a single lantern hung by the doorway was the sound of the drums and low chanting from somewhere above. The driver and cook at it again. The sound was monotonous and comforting all at the same time. It also seemed...