Indian Gay sex story – Gay sex encounter at airport

I am an 20 year old boy living in the City of Joy with my mother and my sister who is two years older than me.  I am medium height slim with a smooth body and short dark hair.  I guess I am quite attractive and being a keen runner and swimmer fit with a toned body.  This is the true story of my first gay encounter that happened about two years ago when I had just turned 18.

I was returning from a holiday in Kolkata, to celebrate my 18th birthday, and was sitting in the departure lounge of the airport with my mother and sister.  It was only a few days after my birthday and it was hot and I was just wearing a light t shirt and pair of shorts.  The groups in the departure lounge were mainly families and everyone was a little bored like they are in airports waiting to return from holiday.  I was listening to some music, not paying much attention to anything, when I noticed a single guy who walked up and sat down opposite me.  He was slim, with short dark grey hair and quite attractive.  I would have guess he was in his mid 50s at the time.  Although I found older guys attractive I didn’t pay him much attention.  However, after a while I noticed that he seemed to be looking at me a lot.  When he saw me looking back he smiled at me and I did the same not thinking anything of it.

I continued listening to the music but became aware that his eyes were on me all the time.  I got a little turned on by the way he was paying me all this attention.  I had noticed guys checking me out before and liked the attention.  As he watched me he made it very blatant and I was worried that my cock might get hard and it would be visible through my tight shorts.  I was really horny anyway as I had to share a room with my sister on holiday and had only managed to find the privacy to wank once in two weeks. One day my mother and sister said they wanted to go to lunch but I wasn’t hungry.  While they were away I tried on a pair of my sister’s tight pink lacy bikini style panties which made me instantly rock hard and wanked slowly in them.  It was wonderful cumming with the tight lace around my balls and the band of the panties pressing down on my cock.

I started to look back at the guy more frequently and smile back at him occasionally. After a while I noticed his hand was resting on his thigh and he occasionally, subtly stroked his cock through the material of his blue shorts when I looked.  I could see he was getting hard as well which really tuned me on.  Although the room was full I felt like the two of us were just communicating with each other and no one else was there.  I slid forward a little in the chair so that the material of my shorts pressed against me tighter and he would see that I was hard as well.  I saw him look at me as I did this and I opened my legs a little so he knew it was no accident.

Suddenly he got up and walked towards the duty free shop.  Initially I didn’t know what he was doing but he looked back at me and smiled again as he walked away.  I knew I was supposed to follow him.  My mind was racing not knowing what was going to happen.  I made some excuse about wanting to look around the shops and followed him into the duty free shop.  It was busy but I saw him standing in a quiet corner of the shop.  I walked across and stood next to him, both of us pretending to browse the shelves.

“I hope you don’t mind me starring at you” he said “but you are so gorgeous I just couldn’t help it”.

“No, its ok” I stammered back nervously.

“I’m Manoj” he said “And what is your name?”

“Timir” I replied.

“How old are you Timir?” he asked.

“18”.

“Do you have your passport Timir?” he asked.  “I need to be so careful that I don’t do anything illegal”.

I took my passport out of my pocket and handed it to him.  He opened it and looked smiling when he saw that my 18th birthday was only a couple of days earlier.

“Perfect” he said before slipping the passport into his bag.

“Well Timir, if you want this back before we have to get on the plane you are going to have to come and get it” he said.  “I am going to walk to the men’s toilet and when the end cubicle is free, go in there and wait for you.  I hope you won’t be long.” With that he gave me that smile again and walked off.

I was in a daze not knowing what to do.  I was scared but also so turned on by him.  I had fantasized so many times about older men as well as chatted online with them and here was my chance.  `I knew I had to go if only to get my passport back.  I had no idea what he had in mind for me and I was nervous and excited at the same time.

I left it a minute and walked towards the men’s toilets.  Thankfully it was quiet when I got there.  The cubicles were at the far end and I could see someone was in the farthest one.  I though I could tell Manoj’s shoes under the gap at the bottom Timir.  The cubicles were only thin wood with gaps at the tops and bottom Timir and it would be obvious if two people were in together but I was so horny by now I didn’t care.  I thought about turning around but decided this was my chance.  I walked up to the cubicles and when no one was looking pushed the door open gently and walked in. Nervously.

Manoj was standing there, his cock hard and pushing out the material of his light shorts.

“Good boy” he whispered as he locked the door behind me and then pushed me against the tiled sidewall indicating for me to be quiet as he did.  I just stood there with his hands on my hips.  Slowly he moved towards me and kissed me gently on the lips.  I closed my eyes as he did and froze a little at first but then started to respond as he continued.  His tongue parted my lips and we began to kiss more deeply both aware that we couldn’t make any noise as it would arouse suspicion outside.  He pressed himself against me and I could feel his rock hard cock pressing against mine.  His hands untied my shorts and slid them down my thighs, when he did so my hard cock sprang out and wanted to cry out but managed to stifle it.  I wanted to moan out so he knew how turned on I was but couldn’t as I heard people coming into and out of the toilets.

Manoj stood back and looked down at my cock and smiled again.  Then he slid his own shorts down so he was also exposed.  He was thick and about seven inches long with a lovely cut head and he was rock hard, his cock moved up and down a little as he looked at me.  I couldn’t take my eyes off it as it struck me that my dream, my fantasy was actually happening at last.  Without thinking I slid to my knees just wanting to suck his cock like I had fantasized about so many times.  I wrapped two fingers around the base of his cock and put my lips against the end, kissing it at first and then slipping my wet lips over it.  As I did my tongue slid against the end licking as I moved him into my waiting mouth.  It felt so good to be finally doing what I had wanted to for so long.  I moved my lips down his cock wanking him gently as I did slowly building up a rhythm.  He put his hands in my hair as I sucked him gently guiding me up and down his hard cock.  I could feel him tensing as I sucked him desparate not to make any noise as I could hear people outside and even someone in the next cubicle.The proximity of others who had no idea what was going on only added to my arousal.

He had been hard for ages watching me so it wasn’t long before I could feel him trying to hold back his orgasm.  I felt the salty taste of his precum leaking into my mouth as I sucked him deeper and harder.  Suddenly I felt him gasp, tense and instantly come hard shooting hot cum into my mouth.  I could feel the spurts of his cum filling my mouth up and I eagerly swallowed as he came time and time again.  How he didn’t cry out so loud I will never know.  When he stopped shooting into my mouth I stood up and we kissed again, some of his cum still in my mouth.  As we did he started to wank me and it wasn’t long before I came, shooting cum all up my chest.  He ran his fingers through the cum coating my chest and then took it to his lips licking it off before sliding two cum covered fingers into my mouth.

When we had both finished and cleaned up he took a piece of paper out of his bag and wrote his email and mobile number down slipping it onto my passport which he handed back to me before he left.  When I got back to the seats I could see him standing near the gate for our flight.  I saw him on the plane and at airport when we got back.  We tried to avoid looking at each other but couldn’t help the odd glance and secret smile.

As soon as I got home, even though it was one in the morning I emailed him as soon as I was alone in my bedroom.  He replied first thing next morning and two days later I was round at his flat and have been seeing him regularly ever since.