Indian Gay Sex Story: My experiences as the Railway TTE: 1
Indian Gay Sex Story: My experiences as the Railway TTE: 1
Indian Gay Sex Story: Hey friends, today I’m going to share my story with you all about the time when I was working as a TT in the Indian railways. I am a retired fellow now in the early 70’s. I am a gay man. Although most of my life I have pretended to be straight, lately I feel really comfortable in calling myself gay. It took some 60 odd years for me to accept this reality.
You may think that it is sad but I don’t really think so. Even though I never labelled myself as gay, I did have my fair share of fun all through my pretend-straight life. I was married once, years ago when I was in the late thirties. The honeymoon night was the only heterosexual encounter I ever had and boy was it laborious and hilarious at the same time.
I got divorced a year later. The missus understood my plight without having to be told and we mutually decided to go separate ways. I have been single ever since with a few short-term flings now and then. A college student, a police officer, a vegetable vendor, a fellow colleague and a retired teacher… I’m back to being pretty much single now.
I hardly get any action these days and mostly don’t even feel like it. it’s hard nowadays to catch up with the new age gay era even in India. The last I had a sexual encounter was when I caught a 19-year-old boy smoking outside my flat. That was two years ago. I smoked his dick as he blew the cigar I offered him and then blew his load in my mouth and left.
When you are old like me, you would be glad to have even that much in the name of action. The feel of the young blood, the fertile semen, the raging manhood… It’s an amazing sensation. I regularly go through the stories over here and some other sites and have my jollies to them.
Today I decided to share an episode of my own with all of you. The events in this story date back to the 80’s era. I know that a lot of my readers here might probably not have been conceived back then. I was in my late forties back then.
I was on duty on the Karnataka express. I used to be a handsome man in those days. I could charm people easily with my English and a lot of my lovers came with me because they could not resist my eyes. It’s all honest account, honestly. The work of the TT used to be quite different from what it is nowadays. Those were the simpler, sensible times.
While checking the passengers aboard, I came across this couple that seemed newlywed. The guy must have been in his twenties and the girl really seemed like a teenager. She was heavily adorned in gold and shiny silk saree and sat beside this handsome and confident young gentleman.
Men didn’t easily catch my eye back then because I considered myself a catch but this fellow surely did. He looked so innocent and yet so manly. I was drawn to him and his focus on my eyes was suggestive enough for those times to ascertain that the attraction was mutual.
I checked their tickets and wished them a happy married life, shook the hand of the gentleman and carried on with my work. Every now and then I would notice him looking towards me earnestly whenever I was present in their bogie.
I smiled at him, he would smile back and that would be it. Around 9 at night, he came over to me while I was having a smoke. I offered him a beedi and a matchbox. He lit it up and began conversing. The young bloke started talking about his business and soon began opening up to me about his sex life with his new wife.
How they used to make love every single night since their wedding while they were at her house…twice sometimes. He was gauging my interest and my intent. I would offer my advice every now and then, mostly as vulgar jokes. I made a joke about fucking her ass as it would be even tighter than her virgin vagina. He laughed hard at that and put his hand on my shoulder.
Read the hot and steamy Indian gay sex story of a retired TTE narrating the story of his encounter with a newlywed young man in a train!
“Wo to kiya hai humne bohot baar par kisi ladki ke saath nahi…” he said as he flunk the beedi out the door. I smiled but didn’t say anything. He was silent but was curiously waiting for an answer.
The train was running through the remote areas now and most of the people were already asleep. “Chal aaja…” I said to him with a wink, going to the toilet. He smiled widely like all his wishes had just come true. I went to the toilet and just shut the door without locking it.
He took a minute and then followed me and locked the door…
