Indian Gay Sex Story: Similar Lines: 2

Indian Gay Sex Story: Similar Lines: 2

Indian Gay Sex Story: Surprisingly, while I was saying this, Anoop swooped in and gently kissed me on my lips. Ordinarily, I would have thrown a bitch flip and yelled at him, but I really don’t know what overcame me, I pulled him towards me and kissed him back.

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He moved upon me and made me to lie down on the mattress, the same one we’d been sitting on since forever. He moved his fingers on top of me and pressed my pecs. We kissed again and I moaned “uhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…”

I could feel his cock getting hard and growing under his pants. I hugged him and placed my hands on his butt, as I pulled him closer to me. We kissed hungrily and exchanged tongue and saliva. The entire cabin was steaming up. I could see the sweat dripping from his forehead onto mine. His fingers were inside my hair and he was playing with it. I was scratching his back and shoulders pulling him desperately on me. The passion that reflected from the both of us was unmistakenly evident. It was so destined.

He looked at me and stopped for a second, “Do you want to do this?”

I smiled back and wanted to scream, “HELL YES…” But then I wiped my hand on my mouth and pushed back.

“Anoop, it’s not right,” I said. “I have a partner. He is waiting for me in Pune. You know this…”

He cut me off as he lifted his sweater over his head, “…who cheated on you several times last year.” I looked back at Anoop staring daggers at him, “Maine woh aapko confidence mein bataya. I didn’t say it to you so that you could rub it on my face when I refuse to have sex with you.”

“Do you think that I’m desperate to fuck you?” He said snorting.

“Do I need to think that?” I scoffed back.

He smiled and pulled me back into my arms, his entire body all sweaty and moist. He kissed me, “…sorry.”

I wanted to pull away a second time but I don’t know what made me so weak. “We could have a great love story you know.” He said.

“Anoop, you’re straight,” I yelled. “This is just you exploring because we’ve been talking about gay sex since we started on this trip,” I said laughing. He nibbled on my neck and said, “hmm…. maybe… or maybe, I just want to be with a person like you.”

“I’m already taken Anoop,” I said as I felt his fingers under me tee pressing on my nipples. Fuck… This guy has got the moves, I thought. I moaned filling the cabin with pleasure.

He unbuckled his belt and was about to open the zipper when I stopped him. “Anoop…” I looked up at his average body. He was evidently taller than me and was stronger too, but he wasn’t like that gym built muscle guys. He was average. He had a bit of a pot belly, but he was wide. His beard that was lightly dusted across his face made his dimples difficult to catch. His arms were huge no doubt and that was, in fact, the highlight of his entire frame.

“We cant do this…” I started. “… it’s wrong. Let me see how things work out with Shiv. I need closure before I even think of you in that sense.”

Anoop stopped panting and looked back at me. “You’re right…” he moved back and shoved the belt back into the loop dis-satisfactorily. “…you’re a great guy James. And anyone would be happy to call you his own.”

I moved forward and kissed him in return. “Can’t we have a quicky at least? Just once, in and out…” I smiled back and nodded. “Nahi yaar… Phir Shiv aur mujh mein kya farak hoga.”

“Hmmm… tu kutta kameena hai, tujhe pata hai na…” he said taunting me.

“Pata hai…” I smiled back. I removed my handkerchief and swiped it across his forehead soaking his sweat into it. I moved my hand across his face and kissed him gently on his cheek. “Any guy would be happy to be with you Anoop. Even if it is for an exploring phase.”

He hugged me and we stayed locked int hat position until our silence was disturbed my an awful knocking. I moved towards the door and unlatched it. It was the conductor. “Shahb… Shivaji nagar aali “

I turned back and noticed Anoop’s face drupe. He was not happy about it and neither was I. But it was necessary to do the right thing. We had exchanged numbers before during the trip, so keeping in touch with him was confirmed. We said that no matter what happened, we’d text and message each other to let the other one know what’s going on with them in life.

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I saw Shiv standing a few feet away from the bus waiting for me. I pulled my backpack over my shoulders and headed towards him. I hugged him and walked towards his bike in the parking lot. I turned back and noticed Anoop speaking with a cab driver. OLA appeared all big and bold on the side of the taxi.

He dunked the suitcase into the trunk of the cab and watching me sat beside the driver, his backpack on his lap and closed the door behind him. The taxi vanished into the busy buzzing Pune traffic.