Gay travellers story of fun between Indian and foreigner: 1

Gay travellers story: Dear IGS, my story for your perusal. This is the account of my initial trip to India. I’m a middle-aged, lone, budget traveler from Southeast Asia. My next trip is to Mcleod Gunj after my Jaipur incident with a boy.

I traveled by train and bus from Delhi in the morning and checked into a lovely low cost guesthouse close to a Tibetan Buddhist temple. I got a second floor, far end room with a balcony overlooking a mountain.

Could you check my Grindr quickly because there was a beep? Several local men have expressed interest in my profile. One guy eventually caught up with me.

He tells me that he is from Pathankot when we first start talking. Want to meet me very much, but in a secret way. I said that I was traveling alone and that he couldn’t stop by the lobby to enter my room.

I had to take care of my security during the talk, so I won’t reveal my room number. Instead, we may meet outside the hotel and spend some time getting to know one another.

Although he appears really honest, he won’t let me stay in the hotel room that he plans to reserve. A little questionable. Why? We don’t stop talking. We decided to meet at a nearby roadside at approximately 5:00 p.m.

I force myself to look around the town and eat lunch after the talk. I returned to my room after 3 p.m., but I still can’t figure out why he insisted that I go to his room.

It’s 6 o’clock at night, and he hasn’t gotten back to me. I therefore accept it as usual—another rejection.

I had a delicious vegetarian meal before returning to my hotel because it was getting too cold outside and it was going to rain.

He surprised me by texting me at 8pm to tell me that he had just arrived in Dharamsala by bus and was taking a taxi. He asked me to wait at a restaurant he knew of, which I had to find in 30 minutes.

Oh my god. I recently had dinner. I had to get dressed and tidy myself immediately. It’s winter in November. There are so many outfits to wear outside.

What the devil am I doing? I accepted a stranger without question while in a foreign country, and now I’m running to the restaurant that was indicated to wait for him.

He arrived, noticed me, motioned for the driver to halt, and with a simple hello, helped me get into the taxi before taking off. He is such a lovely man, and he looks like a knowledgeable government officer.

We give each other a quick introduction. He informed me that he had reserved a room somewhat apart from my hotel, close to the mountainside.

I rapidly scan the road outside the automobile to make a mental note of anything that might happen so I can race back to my hotel room. The end is not too far off.

He added that his family typically books rooms at the hotel and that the staff knows him well.

The caretaker met us as soon as we arrived and led us directly to the room because there wasn’t a reception area. not much to see because it’s already dark.

We greet one another, and I tell him about my vacation experiences, but he doesn’t look away. I’m just a regular man who happens to be a bit sissy and bottomy. He kissed my mouth to stop me and began stroking my body.

Do I look sultry? Allowing him to do this at their initial meeting? Or am I just a desperate, horny bunny?

What a gentleman he is. Gently undress me, then begin sucking my nipple with a kiss on my neck. Oh, I see now. I’m overthinking my concerns about him. He licks every inch of me.

I’m incredibly aroused now. I begin to undress him and gently caress his dick. My goodness, what a mess. It measures 8 inches. Raw. This is really important to us where I come from.

Gay travellers story of sexy gay fun between horny tourists

It’s actually my first time meeting something this significant. Seeing my expression, he assured me that he would treat me gently. We’re both nude now. My heart is racing as he is on top of me, his hard, bouncing dick flapping on my abdomen.

His intimate areas are perfectly shaven, yet his body hair is wonderfully shaped. He is forcefully sucking my lips before slapping his dick against my face.

His manly scent drives me insane; I want to suck it, but how? I thus begin by softly biting his ball and continue to lick till I reach the shaft.

To be continued…