Indian Gay sex story – Hot new Gay sex experience – Part 1

My name is Vimal.  At 29 years of age, I was pretty happy with my life.  I had been married for 5 years to amazing women.  We were active sexually and had great friends.  While being very happy in life, I had a secret… I was also attracted to men.  I had never told anyone this, but would sneak peeks at guys in the locker room at the gym and even watch gay porn.  I was, and am still, sexually and physically attracted to women, but seeing an exposed cock gets mine hardening pretty quickly.

After being an avid reader of the Indian Gay sex site, I decided to submit a story of my own.  The story was loosely based on me… Well me, if I would have acted on my sexual desires as a young bachelor.  I didn’t realize at the time that my email address would be included in the story when/if they posted it, but it was…  I started to receive e-mails from guys that enjoyed the story.  I hadn’t expected that, but hearing real guys say something I did (wrote) turned them on… Well that got me excited!

I have always been more of a voyeuristic type personality.  Watching people and not acting on things.  It is safer… And I always played things safe.  This new adventure of writing stories to get Gays off really got me hot… Especially hearing from real Gays!

I have never fantasized about making out with a Gay, or being in a relationship with a Gay, but I had fantasized about touching a guy’s cock and giving a hand-job, or even a blow-job… Even feeling a cock in my ass… By would never act in this.  I am happily married!  Well that’s where I started, at least…

I checked my email and saw an e-mail from a reader.  It was from a guy named Tarun.  His e-mail wasn’t crazy.  He complemented my writing and said he enjoyed how the story unfolded… But he also mentioned he was a 51 year old married Gay, who enjoyed the company of other men.  That surprised me.  I never thought there were other guys like me.  I felt like that honesty connected with me and with that I responded…Honestly.

I told him I have always liked the idea of an older guy and him talking about touching himself turned me on.  I told him I would love to watch him… And then I thanked him for reading and writing.  I had never shared my feelings about another guy to another person, let alone the guy it was about, but this felt safe.

His reply came while I was at work… It was even hotter… He told me he wanted to lay me down and give me the most intense pleasure I would experience.  He said he would love to find me outside his window watching him.  He said he would love to give me an eyeful… And a mouthful!

As often as I had thought about this type of experience, I had never shared it with anyone.  I was at work, sitting at my desk.  I wanted to respond, to let this “Tarun” person know I wanted that.  I wanted to let him know his email had me tightening the front of my grey dress pants.

This was all a very new experience, but it had me very excited and nervous.  I replied honestly to him.  I told him I had never been with a guy, or even talked to a guy like this.  I told him I was also married and-while happy-I could not help being turned on by men.  Then I took a picture of my tented pants, and I told him just messaging with him had me hard.  I asked him about his “manhood,” but I was still nervous and quickly followed it up with “or not”.  I asked what he liked to do with men and how I would enjoy giving him a hand or my mouth.  My heart was racing as I hit send on my email.

I really was hard, maybe that’s silly, but it was the case.  I left my desk with my hand in a pocket to hide my erection.  I went to the bathroom and got in a stall.  My cock was still straining to get out of my pants.  I pulled it out of my boxer briefs.  My cock is just over 7 inches hard.  I am uncircumcised, which was always a point of embarrassment growing up in a small town.  After being married as long as I have been, I am much more comfortable with it now.  My slit was peeking out of my foreskin.  It was wet… I was dripping pre cum just from his messages!  I pulled my phone out and took a picture of my hard cock with a drop of pre cum right on the end.

Tarun responded pretty quickly.  I read his email and re-read… “I’m glad I’ve had that effect on you!” He said, in regards to my picture.  He told me his likes with another man were kissing, oral, anal, rimming a clean asshole Tarun.  “My manhood: about 5 1/2″ cut and very thick.” He said.

Just him telling me about it had my mouth watering.  He asked about what I had and what I would want him to do to me.  My mind started crafting images of what he might look like, of his cock… I was day dreaming of running my hands over this real man’s body.  Of touching him, smelling him, even tasting him…  I had never honestly analyzed my thoughts, by responded honestly.  I told him, “I love the sound of your member.” I said.  “Now I am wondering what you would taste like…” I continued.  I told him about my cock.  “Being that I have never been with a man, I would want to just take in everything… I want to look smell, taste, and touch you.” I said.

I was so nervous talking like this to someone I didn’t know, but it also felt safer to me.  “I am leaking pre cum hearing you talk about the things you would want to do to me… I took a picture in my work bathroom of it.” I said in my email.

I was throbbing in my pants with anticipation for his response.  His response was short.  He told me where he lived and asked where I lived.

My head caught up with what I was doing… I would never jeopardize my marriage.  My response was fast.  “I am far from you.  I am married.” I said. “I would never do anything to endanger that.” I hit send.

I was scared.  I really would never risk my marriage on my own fantasies… But now I couldn’t stop thinking about him.  My mind was filed with thoughts of him… I wanted to see him naked.  I wanted to know what his 5 and half inches looked like.  I wondered if he was hairy, or if he shaved… He didn’t respond.  I re-read my email.  It sounded short and I realized he probably would not be responding me…

I didn’t want our conversation to end.  I crafted another email to him.  “I still enjoy hearing from you… I just get really nervous.” I didn’t know if he would respond to me, again.  I was refreshing my e-mail every 3 minutes, just hoping I would see a new message from him.  After what seemed like forever, his response came in.  He said he would love to keep hearing from me and he would love to see the picture I had taken.  He said he would send me one when he could.

My heart rate was speeding up… This was a huge step for me.  I had never shared my body with a man before, not even a picture…

I started writing a response… “I am a little shaky as I type the messages on my phone to you… My heart rate is up.  I am nervous to send a picture…” I said.

Tarun response could not have been better.  He understood me.  He wasn’t pushy about it, he said, “This is only between you and I. I am not a stalker…I love exchanging e-mails with you, and if we can exchange pictures, that’s better. It’s up to you.”

This put me more at ease… I was still at work and decided to do it.  Just thinking about him looking at my cock, even in a picture, had me ready to go.  I was so hard and now even more anxious for his response.

What would he think of it?  Would he be turned off by Mr. Not being circumcised?

Tarun’s response was perfect, again. “Vimal, very nice! I want it in my mouth, and work it to its full, hard length. Your picture is safe with me. Please don’t be stressed. Discretion is always at the front of my priorities. I’ll try to get you a pic this afternoon. Tarun”

He was so thoughtful in his responses.  I was so horny.  I responded to him right away.  “I would love to see yours, I like thick and cut… I am imagining what it looks like. I wonder about your balls too.  Do you have any hair?  Is any of it grey?  I told you old guys really get me excited… Sorry, if I weird you out at all…

Thanks for being reassuring…” I replied.

I was too horny now and needed a release.  I went to the bathroom , again.  I re-read his e-mails.  In no time my cock was fully erect and dripping, again.  I closed my eyes and started to imagine him unzipping my pants.  The nerves were still in my fantasy, but I let him do it.  I was stroking myself lost in my own imagination.  Tarun gently pulled my dick over the top of my waistband on my briefs.  He pulled my foreskin back and I felt the warmth of his wet mouth over my head.  This was enough for me.  I shot my load into the toilet in front of me, as best I could. And waited as my cock softened. I emptied my bladder and cleaned the cum that hit the wall off, before zipping back up and leaving the stall.

I went home after work overflowing with the anticipation of a photo from Tarun.  My wife was making dinner.  I excused myself to the garage; I needed to change the oil in my car.  I changed into some old jeans and a t-shirt.  I was literally underneath my car when his message came in.  It was a picture of him standing in front of his bathroom mirror.  He was wearing a flannel shirt, but more exciting for me was that he had his pants pulled down.  He actually included a 2nd picture that was a close up of his piece.  My mouth was eyeing, again, and my penis erect.  His cock looked delicious to me.  It was just how I had imagined it… It was nestled in a bush of grey and white pubic hair, and stuck out about 3-4 inches soft.  He had a nice furry sack underneath.  Looking at his picture made me want to lick his entire package.  I had never done anything close to that, but I wanted to now!  Looking at his picture, I thought about his balls, I thought about his cum, what it would taste like.

Still lying on the ground in my garage, grease on my hands, I pulled my hard rod from my jeans.  I snapped the picture and responded to him.

“Tarun, you got me so hard, so hard I love how your cock looks.  I would love to feel that grow in my mouth!” I told him.

I was so turned on by his pictures, I couldn’t help myself… I started to pull on my cock, as I drooled over his picture.

“God Tarun, I want that dick so bad!” I thought to myself.  This time my cum went to a shop towel in my garage.

I couldn’t wait for his next e-mail.