Desi Gay Sex Story of a Rowdy Bus Fuck: 1
Desi Gay Sex Story: I hate flying, I find solace in the ground beneath my feet. So flights are only when absolutely necessary- The Orient Express doesn’t run anymore, after all. So when I moved to Bangalore from Bombay, I found sleeper buses the most ‘comfortable’ mode of transport. My favourite trains took way too long.
I used to make the round trip at least once every three or four months. Being tall, semi-sleepers were hell for my knees, and I quickly found out that the single berth in sleeper buses was uncomfortable as well. So I devised a system where I’d travel mid-week and opt for empty buses and thus secure the double sleeper for myself. Not that I was averse to unsolicited action- I wouldn’t be comfortable with just anyone.
So this happened on my third or maybe the fourth trip back to Bangalore in an overnight sleeper. I followed my hack and of course, got an entire double berth to myself. The bus from Bombay also picks up passengers from Pune and makes dinner stop near Satara. At the Pune stop, I decided to stretch my legs and pace a little.
I opened the curtains and was wearing my shoes when I felt a gaze upon me. The guy in the opposite single berth was staring intently at me. I knew that stare, I blushed a little and was smiling like a fool tying my lace. I straightened my face and looked back at him and he just didn’t stop his intense stare.
I was about 20 at the time but looked much younger. Thick dark curly hair which people joke to be a birds nest, big dark Malayalee eyes, honey-toned skin with collarbones that poke out of the t-shirt, skinny with a surprisingly great ass. It wasn’t the first time someone was ogling at me, but it was definitely the first time someone didn’t stop when I looked back, so I was a little taken aback.
He was classically handsome too- clean Maratha features, square jaw, well built and hairy, drowsy almond-shaped eyes the colour of light grey tea in a sparkling white cup. Very Kokanastha-CKP features, for those who know what I mean.
Anyhow, getting a grip of my weak knees, I decided to get out for my walk. It was a quick stop so I had to get back and Mr Stare was at it again. This time I gave him a ‘don’t mess with me’ look, but he was unaffected. I blushed with my foolish smile again as I pulled back the curtains. Soon it was the dinner stop and I was a little disheartened that he wasn’t staring at me this time- the curtains were pulled.
So trying to be not too bothered by it I went to relieve myself and found an empty table. While looking for a table I did notice him occupying another table- our eyes met briefly. I sat such that he won’t see my stupid smile.
As I waited for my order he came to my table and sat in front of me. He began his intense gaze through the steam of the hot cup of tea he was sipping. ‘Tea for dinner, such a weirdo.’ I thought to myself. The entire time I ate, extremely conscious of every bite and gulp, he was relentless with his ogling. Once I paid the bill he winked at me and went to the loo- clearly, he was expecting me to follow him there and I was not going to do that.
I’m a tease that way- hard to get. I went for a smoke and was pacing around the bus. After a few minutes, I did feel his gaze hitting me again but I was focused on my smoke and had a few calls to make.
It was time to get back on the bus again, and I noticed his lustful gaze was now a wicked smirk- he knew the game I was playing.
Once back in the bus, I undid my shoes and was about to pull back the curtain when he stopped me from doing just that. His large palm gripped mine, looking into my eyes he says, ‘I’m finding it difficult to fit in this berth, I notice you are alone, mind if I share your berth?’ The logic was flawed but full marks for the audacious move. ‘Sure, I… I don’t mind.’ I stammered. He had me.
A few deep breaths before he came over helped me compose myself. As the lights went out and the movie came back on, he was on his side intently looking at me as if the movie was reflected on my face. I was aware of his gaze but furiously focused on the movie. Never before have I watched a movie with such concentration.
‘Do you mind if we switch off the movie please?’, he asked. My eyebrows risked disappearing into my hairline. Oh Boy, he was a determined cupcake! I let out a fake irritated sigh and glared at him with an intensive to match his gaze and nodded, ‘Sure.’
The lights were out but the movie was playing in other berths including the one he abandoned to sleep in mine. ‘I’m Ram.’, he started. ‘Cool, nice to meet you. I’m off to sleep now. Good night.’, I curtly replied. I could still feel the blazing warmth of his gaze even with my eyes closed so I turned around with my back to him to see what the night had in store for me.
It must not have even been five minutes, he grabbed my ass and squeezed them like no one ever before. I gasped a little too loud but muffled by the sounds from the movie. ‘Of course, you like it, you cocktease whore.’, he whispered gruffly into my ears. All niceties were pulled down as he did with my pants and gave me a few hard pinches which made me cry out loud.
The sound never came out as he held my mouth with his other hand. ‘Now I’ll show you what I like to do with bitches like you.’ he growled and began to finger my mouth so that his thick fingers hit the back of my throat, all the while continuing the squeeze with the other hand. Seeing that I did not gag he said, ‘Good, you’ll do a bloody good job with the hardon you’ve caused me since hours.’ and proceeded to poke the wet finger up my tight ass.
I squirm. ‘Please, let me go.’, I cry in pleasure, of course not wanting him to let go of me. I wanted him to ravage me like the beast that he was. The thing I had learned early about men is that the more you deny them something they want, the more aggressively they fight to get it and horny aggressive men are right up my alley.
‘I’ll let you go bitch but only after you’ve satisfied me for all the trouble you’ve been giving me. I’m gonna fuck all that fake attitude you’ve stored up your uptight chubby ass, but first, suck me.’, he says and turns me around.
Desi gay sex story of a wild fuck between strangers in bus
He had the look of the devil, his far skin glowing in the dim lights outside the curtain. I was a tad bit afraid of being caught if this was my place, I’d have done things perhaps even he wouldn’t imagine, but not here in a moving bus where a sudden break or a moving passenger could unravel the scene within the curtains.
‘Please, not here, not now. I’ll do whatever you want and more, but it’s very risky here.’ I whimper. ‘Bitch!’, he growls and slaps me hard. I see stars as if I’ve sniffed poppers and tears roll out of my eyes. With one hand he grabs my throat, with enough pressure to suffocate me, but let me breathe just enough; with the other, he grabs my balls and keeps tightening them in his big rough arms.
‘Suck me!’ he commands, ‘Else I’ll throw you out of the berth like this.’ He releases me and I gasp for breath. ‘Don’t make me say it again bitch.’
