I like it." What is it telling you right now?"Jerry lowers himself down on his knees. He looks up into Roger's eyes."It's telling me I want to suck yo...r cock."As a gesture of submission, looking up, staring into Roger's eyes, Jerry lowers his head under Roger's cock and starts licking his balls. His eyes never lose contact with Roger's eyes as he gently takes his sack into his mouth. Rolling his tongue around his balls, Jerry sees the pleasure he is giving Roger. Shivers of eroticism flow. This is my first story in Indian Sex Stories. Your comments and feedback is really appreciated. My email is Let get right into the story. Places and Name have been changed to protect the privacy of the people involved in this story.My name is Raj. I live in a small village in Andhra. I just completed my 10th standard exams and enjoying the summer holidays. My family is a middle-class family, which contains my parents, my sister and me.For some reason, our parents decided to build a home on our. I pondered long on the meaning of his instructions when he gave it to me, and kept the manu*********** the same years, hesitating what to do with it.At length I came to the conclusion, knowing his idiosyncrasy well, that his fear was only lest anyone should know who the writer was; and feeling that it would be sinful to destroy such a history. I copied the manu*********** and destroyed the original. He died relationless. No one now can trace the author; no names are mentioned in the book,. " And it seems strange? Imagining you're a woman?" Yeah. It's not a gay thing, how I think about it. Definitely not gay. Afterwards I hate myself for doing it and I promise I'll stop, never do it again." "You feel guilty." Not exactly," James said, "I think, why do I do it, it's just that it's . . . crazy, perverted. I say I'll stop. I won't do it any more. But then I get the urge and I do it again." Has there been times when you refused to give in to the urge?" Only if I couldn't do it, like.