Indian Gay Erotica of a Straight Guy’s Seduction: 1
Indian Gay Erotica: New York was braving snow storms and was as cold as my soul. I felt home there. I observed slight change in the way people treated me and looked towards me. People at my favourite bar were not exactly same.
I assumed that may be I was over thinking or may be am just exhausted by work and my senses are not as good as I like them to be. One day a man sat by my side and offered me a drink.
Instantly all hollywood movies I had watched so far started to flash in my brain and my mind was revolving around conspiracy theories that mentioned that CIA and FBI keeps an eye on people in USA and they can come, detain and question you anywhere they please. I did not react and was just looking at that man with big question marks flashing in my eyes.
Me; Am sorry, are we known?
He: Not yet but we can be friends
Me: I don’t want to sound like a whacko, but are you from the government?
He: (laughing hard) Dude you watch too much Netflix
Me:(still puzzled) ummmmm well, no man offers a drink to another man, especially in a bar which is not for gay people
He: (pointed at my crotch) You got a good one down there and I wanna play with it
Me: Am flattered but am not gay
He: Oh I get it. You do this for money.
Me: What?
He showed me a PornHub video. It was me jerking off and oil massaging my body, my cock, moaning deep and sensuous, shooting cum far off and then jerking again. It was a long 45 minutes video and I was totally shocked because I never submitted that to PornHub.
I did that for my long time girl friend and then fiance. She used to travel just like me and we rarely had together time. Hence sometimes we used to go on video calls and live our fantasies. It was private and now was public. Very public.
On PornHub page more than 500 thousand people had watched it in a week! It had hundreds and thousands of comments! FUCK! what the fuck was happening?! How could this be? What if our families see that!?
Me: Oh ya, you got me. I do charge $1000 for getting naked and more for actually having sex with anyone.
He: Fuck that is a lot!
Me: Good things never come cheap
After saying this I paid for my drinks and left. I was unable to process what just happened. It was like agitated swarm of bees had occupied my mind. I texted my girl friend asking for an explanation. She did not reply and I was texting her frantically.
She blocked me and it was clear that she did all that intentionally. Why did she do that was not clear though and honestly it did not matter. My major concern was that video reaching my family. Day after day I used to just sit leaning against window staring at phone, waiting for a notification or a call asking for an explanation for my actions.
After a week or so I went back to same bar (it is my go-to place) and sat at the counter (feeling blank). Beer was bubbling off in front of me and I was oblivious of everything around me. My stupor suddenly gave way to a wake state when I heard ‘Wow! you look like hell!’
I turned around and it was same man whom I suspected of being from Govt.. I looked at him and with gentle smile he asked ‘May I offer some listening?’ I am a private person and still I don’t know what happened, tears started to well up in my eyes and I covered myself with sunglasses.
He: You don’t have feel ashamed of being a human. You are hurt, it is ok to cry! Did someone die?
Me: I moved my head signalling no and then nodded signalling yes
He: Who died?
Me: I died. My soul died.
He: (suddenly became intense and placed his hand on my shoulder) What happened?
I broke down, grabbed his hand and started to cry hard. i told him everything. ‘Is that all?’ he asked.’Yes’, I replied. He told me to meet him after two days and I did. That video was gone! It was removed! I was happy shocked.
I thanked him and said ‘are you sure you are not from government, you got video erased from internet!’ He laughed and said no no. Then I asked how come you are here at all times? He said ‘where else would I go?’
Me: What do you mean?
He: I mean I own this building. This bar and the apartment above it, where I live.
Me: OH! Wow! that is cool!
He: Aaaaaaahhh!! some light after such a long night (he winked at me). You have seen my bar too well, would you like to see my apartment too?
Me: Sure.( I never realised what not eating for days and drinking had done to me. I tried to get up and lost balance. He held me and saved me from an embarrassing fall).
He: Dude you must come to my apartment! This is fucking insane!
Holding his hand and hiding my shame behind dark sunglasses I reached elevator and we reached second floor of the building. The corridor was very well lit, clean, fragrant and elegant. I noticed victorian motifs painted on the ceiling and vintage figurines on either side of his apartment door.
We entered this massive New York duplex apartment which had urban feel with rustic touch. I sat on couch and he said ‘do not faint, I am getting coffee.’ He came back with sandwiches, some lemon sponge cake and coffee. ‘You can remove those sunglasses now’ Someone was being nice to me and I did not know why!?
Till date people have always been nice to me only for some hidden motive or goal. Probably this man just wanted to kill me. Probably he was a polished serial killer. I was numb and overwhelmed. In low tone I asked ‘Why are you doing all this? Am just a stranger.’
He placed his warm hand on my thigh and said ‘because you deserve it.’ Tears started to trickle from beneath the darkness of my glasses. He removed my sunglasses, turned my head towards him and kissed my forehead. He hugged me and I wept hard in in his embrace.
Me: Why does it hurt so much!?
He: Because it was real. (I cried for sometime, melting In his warmth)
Me: Can I kiss you?
He: You can do whatever you want
I gently kissed his cheek and said thank you. He held my face in his hands and gently kissed my lips. His kiss was warm, It melted me from inside. It was not lust. It was something else. Something I ever expected to feel from another man. I kissed him back. He kissed me again and hugged me.
I was basking in his warmth and felt heady. I could hear his breath, feel his heart beat. I had my eyes shut and felt one with his warmth. He gently made me lay down on couch, removed my shoes, hugged me and laid by my side.
We slept spooning each other and woke up next morning. I woke up and was feeling little odd as I had never been with a man like I did with him.
He: Coffee?
Me: Have you seen my fords (I was looking for my sunglasses)
He walked straight towards me, held me, turned me towards himself and his lips met mine. I wanted it and did not want it at same time. After minutes of smooching I was hard and I guess so was he. To gather my thoughts around what ever was happening and think through all this I tried t make and excuse.
Me: We can’t do this. Am dirty.
He: I do have a bathroom with shower
Me: No clothes for change
He: Clothes won’t be needed for any part of the day. You can trust me on that.
Indian gay erotica of a horny straight guy’s hot seduction
He winked, came close and pulled my jumper up, I started to pant with nerves. He removed my T shit and jumper. ‘Oh my my, someone has been working out’. I replied ‘You have already seen all of this in that fucking video.’ Yes, I have but then seeing you in person is like a dream come true!’ was his response.
He came close, knelt and kissed my crotch ‘allow me once, you won’t regret it, I promise.’ I did not react and he started kissing my crotch passionately. His lips groped my cock and started casting magic on me. I started to get hard again. My hands naturally held his head and I started to feel pleasure.
He gently unzipped me but I was still not totally comfortable and hence I grabbed my zipper and said no. He got up and looked distraught. ‘I know you are straight. I also know that no girl can give you what I can. But I see you need more time. I will wait’ he said.
Thokte Raho
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