Indian Gay Sex Story: Old man at platform

Indian Gay Sex Story: Old man at platform

Indian Gay Sex Story: Last month, after a period of a few weeks of holiday, I finally was getting back to my hostel. Leaving home was certainly sad but still I was glad about meeting up with my dear friends again. It was a short vacation kind of. I had some formalities to take care of after my grand father’s last rites so had to be urgently back to home in the middle of the semester just before my final exams.

I was anyway sure of getting backlogs but for the first time I knew my parents would not be all over my ass for it so I was calm enough. So anyway I would go ahead with my story now without boring you with my academic details.

So I was waiting at the station to board my train. It was running half an hour late and I just sat there at 10.30pm. There were not many people on the platform. There were few on the second platform probably waiting for their own rides..

I just sat on one of those cemented chairs, trademark of the Indian railways and continued playing my half done game of Pool on my phone. A few minutes later a man came and sat beside me. The peculiar thing about it was his proximity to me. His thighs were practically on me. I looked at him a bit confused but he seemed engrossed in himself so I just slid away from him and continued on my game.

The man must have been in his fifties. He was balding and had a vanishing coat of grays over his head. He must have been my father’s age for sure. That’s all I noted of him and then continued on my game. I noticed movements on my right side and when I looked over I was shocked to find the man just jerking off there wits his dick in his hand out there in the open!

He created a barricade with his briefcase on his other side and had his trousers unzipped while playing with his dick. I was just shocked and confused and looked around to see if anyone could see him. He never looked at me and just kept jerking off looking straight at the rails. I kept looking at his cock side eyed and somehow even I had a hard on popping up in my jeans.

That was the first time that I was feeling weirdly attracted to a man or more specifically a cock.. I kept staring at it and even started to press my own crotch with the hand in which I was holding my mobile.

He must have noticed my actions and became more frank with his actions. He slid closer again and for the first time looked at me. He didn’t smile or anything. Just stared at me intensely. He was just way too horny! He gestured me with his face to grab his dick..

I looked around again and stretched my arm discreetly to his crotch. I grabbed his dick slowly and as soon as I did he shut his eyes and closed his crotch a bit more with his briefcase. His dick felt like a gear shaft to me. A hot and thick gear shaft. I started to rub it slowly trying not to look obvious.

My hand was hurting from the weird angle that I was doing it in but I kept on. He was biting his lips and totally enjoying it. My dick was rock hard inside my jeans and even leaking a bit of precum. So was his. I could even see his breathing getting faster wits every stroke of my hand.

Read the super hot Indian gay sex story of a young college boy narrating his experience of giving a handjob to an older stranger at platform!

His dick was leaking lots of precum and my hand was just wet with his leaking precum. It made jerking off even more slippery and just then the horny fucker came all over my hand! He wet my hand and started dripping all over the floor as well as the chair. He pushed my hand away and grabbed his handkerchief from his pocket and started to clean himself up.

I got my own handkerchief to wipe my hand and while I did so the man simply chained his trouser up and left. I looked around but he just disappeared! I was rock hard and just then my train arrived. I simply boarded it and settled on the upper berth. Finally I jerked off hard and came in my handkerchief and dozed off…..