Indian Gay Sex Story of a Foreigner’s Desi Fuck
Indian Gay Sex Story: I was visiting India in the year 2000, it seems an eternity now. I was very young and daring, although I have always been “closeted” meaning I don’t go and announce my sexuality. Personally I believe that sexuality is something private and personal.
After what appears “days” of flying my plane landed in Kolkata, it was late evening. On my way to my hotel, from the airport, I was surprised to see many men peeing freely and in public. I thought, well everyone… At once decided to give me little sample of Indian Lunds.
As the days went by, and developing a daily routine, and I was able to meet some people. I met some handsome men, actually gorgeous men, they were three sweet and polite. We did communicate, although they only spoke ten words of english. They were able to take places, and they invited me to Chicken Biryani.
I was amazed and pleasantly surprised how easy going they were, walking holding my hand. I didn’t dare to give any signs of my sexuality.
The language barrier was simply as that a barrier to clearly communicate with the locals. After spending sometime in Kolkata, I departed for Varanasi. Long tren ride, it was an amazing experience to see Northern India by train.
Once in Varanasi, I dedicated myself to walk around the city and the Varanasi Gaths, and attempting to interact with people and not the vendors, or the pesky silk agents recruiting clients.
One evening at the Gaths met a group of guys, they were drinking and laughing, having a good time. One of the guys said hello to me, all of them spoke proper English. So, I gave myself the chance to interact with the handsome men. One guy on his thirties? was particularly nice to me.
After hours of fun and interesting conversation, the group disolved. The guy that showed interested in me, offered me a ride, he had a motorcycle. Once we were ready to go, he told me that he would be going to buy some food and also was interested in continuing drinking.
Me: I don’t drink alcohol.
Him: well, if you don’t mind I will continue to drink just a little more.
I was concerned about riding in a motorcycle with a person that was drinking… but I guess we do crazy thing when we are on vacation.
He was a careful rider, two helmets on hand, asked me to hold on tight.
After dinner and some more drinking, and talking, we made plans to meet the next day. He promised to take me to one of the ancient holy places near Varanasi.
Him: I will take you to your hotel…
Me: I can walk from here, no problem.
Him, but is dark and you don’t know the area, it could be dangerous…
Me: ok then…
Once again we were on the road, it was getting cold and foggy, he asked to hold on tight, and If I want to put my arms around his chest.
Him: just hug me tight… don’t be shy…
Suddenly, he stoped the motorcycle, and said that needed to pee. He simply stood near his motorcycle and to a full view of mine… he pulled his large cock, semi erect… and attempted to pee. (although, as many people know, is difficult to pee with a hard on)
He pushed, and pushed and finally he was able to relieve himself… going on and on… all the beer or whatever he was drinking. I was in “shock” to see that dark, hard chocolate bar in front of me… I was speechless.
Him: although, you have your helmet on, I could feel your eyes on my cock!!!
Me: uhm? how can you tell, I was looking?
Him: I felt your eyes… it was difficult to pee because of that…
Me: hahahah, you are funny, I think you couldn’t pee because your cock was hard!!!!
Him: my cock was not hard?
Me: yes it was!!!!
Him: do you want to touch it? so you can see… that it was not hard!!!
I was shaking, just thinking to touch his enormous cock, we were riding the motorcycle, and I was not interested in crashing. I did touch his cock, and it was hard… very hard…
Him: if you want to see it too… we could go to my room (he was a young professor at the local university, and had housing nearby the university campus)
Me: ok then, we go to your room…
When we arrived to his room, he asked me to be extremely quiet and not to say anything. As soon as he open the door to his room… and with only the moonlight, he hugged me tight. Then he kissed me, while I was touching, stroking his hard cock, it was big, and wet.
He never asked me what I like, he lead me to his bed and we undressed, I was falling in love, never a man treated me so sweetly and gently.
He continue to kiss me, he kissed my neck, my chest, we french-kissed, everything came so naturally. I was a little concerned, how I will manage to have that humungous cock in my ass.
It seems he was not interested in a blowjob. He caressed my firm cheeks, his massaged my back with those big strong hands, he squeezed me hard. In the twilight I see he opened a condom, I made sure he was wearing one, he lubricated my ass, and took me to his bed… and gently, gently started to penetrate me.
He continued to kiss me, hold me tight, and penetrated me slowly. I guess that why we called it -making love?
The outside was turning red by the sunrise, I was feeling like never did before… happy and peaceful, everything was just perfect. He was snoring lightly, he was dark and handsome, not much body hair, little tummy, strong arms, powerful legs, his penis was flaccid and the foreskin was looking delicious, his balls just perfect.
His arms still holding me, he was manly handsome, not a pretty boy. He reminded me of Michelangelo’s David, though this David was dark and gorgeous.
I was awake for a while, simply contemplating this beauty of a man. He finally opened his eyes, and pulled his arms away from me…like little surprise he was hugging me, moving away from me he asked.
Him: how are you? did you sleep well? why we are naked?
Me: actually didn’t sleep, we did sleep together… as having sex?
Him: well, I don’t recall what happened, and how you end up in my room.
Me: well, I guess you “invited” me?
Him: well, I don’t recall… please if you don’t mind I have to shower and go to work…
Me: sure, please just tell me in which direction is the Varanasi Gaths, those are near my hotel.
After feeling in heaven during the night… I felt empty, desolate, I was tired and desperate to get to my hotel to sleep it off… and forget about what happened. I took a taxi, and I was able to get to my hotel fast.
The afternoons of the days I spent Varanasi, I did walk along the Varanasi Gaths, walking all the way to the pires, to contemplate the ceremonies and cremations.
The day before my departure, as I did the other days, I was walking along the Varanasi Gaths, and voila… who is there? My dark handsome (weird-fucker) lover.
Indian gay sex story of a foreigner’s wild time with Indian hunk
Him: how are you? I haven’t seen you in days, I came here every day looking for you, didn’t know your hotel name… I didn’t even know your name?
Me: hi, I am well thank you…
Him: would you like to go to visit the Stupa? I would love to take there tomorrow, if you want.
Me: thank you so much for your offer, although tomorrow morning I will be departing.
Him: please my dear, please tell me your name?
Me: friend, you don’t need to know my name. Let’s leave as that… anonymous…
Him: I am so sorry, I am confused, I don’t know what is happening to me… please tell me your name?
Me: just remember me as anonymous. Take care and good luck dear.
Him: please don’t be cruel, please tell me your name, give me your address… please.
Me: thank you for giving me a beautiful unforgettable night.
Him: Please my dear, please tell me your name?
