Indian Gay sex story â The Interview
Indian Gay sex story â The Interview
Iâd been out of a job for my fifth week, and I didnât know what to do. I went to college to pursue a career in Marketing,MBA, but I guess they donât have a need for that. Iâm Yashwant Singh; Iâm 26 years old, black haired hair, brown eyes and fairly muscular. Iâm 5â6âł. Since there was no way I could get a job in my field for the time being, I decided to apply for a job at Yellow Pages. It wasnât my dream job, but I guess beggars canât be choosers. I woke up at 9:00am to make sure I was ready for my 2:00pm interview. I live alone, so I donât sleep in anything. I went straight to my dryer to look for underwear, and found some of my favorite pair: black boxer-briefs that are one size small. I pulled those on along with some black socks and a pair of khaki pants. I went back to my room and chose a black v-neck. I did all the essentials: brushed my teeth, washed my face, etc. I grabbed my messenger bag and left for some coffee.
I headed to the nearest coffee shop to get my fill. It took 3 tries to get a taxi. I hadnât had the time or the money to get a car.
âWhere to?â
âTechno city.â
âYou got it.â
When we got there, I fumbled in my pockets for my wallet and realized I left my money on my dresser. I tried reasoning with him to catch a break, but he was having none of it. I saw him reaching in his glove compartment when someone knocked on the window.
âExcuse me sir. What seems to be the problem,â the man inquired.
âThis man will not pay me for my service. I do not stand for this!â
âHow much does he owe?â
âThree hundredâ
âYou were going to kill him over Three hundred rupees?â
âShh. Keep your voice down.â The strange man gave the driver (presumably) Three hundred rupees and motioned for me to exit the taxi. I left the car and proceeded to shake the manâs hand.
âWhat were you thinking getting into that taxi?â
âWhat do you mean,â I replied.
âDidnât you see that green lettering on it?â
âYes, whatâs wrong?â
âIf it has green lettering, theyâre part of a gang. How didnât you know that? How long have you been in this town?â
âI just moved here.â
âWellâŠwelcome to the area. Where were you heading?â
âI was going to go to Starbucks, but I donât have any money on me, so Iâm going to have to head back home for my wallet.â
âDonât worry about it. Iâll take care of it.â
âThanks bro, but you looked like you were in a hurry. You donât have to wait for me.â
âI said donât worry about it. I got you covered.â
âThanks! Could I ask your name?â
âIâm Ekant.â He ordered my coffee and asked where I was heading.
âIâm heading back home. I have an interview coming up soon, and Iâm a bit underdressed.â
âWhere are you interviewing?â
âYellow Pages.â
âOh youâre dressed fine. Trust me. Iâm actually heading there now. Iâll walk you there.â As we were walking he asked when my interview was. I told him, he checked his watch, and said, âWe have time.â We walked to a food stall stand. âThis is the best sandwich point here.â
âYou remember I donât have any money right?â
âI guess you arenât good at realizing youâre on a date.â He smirked. He proceeded to buy me a sandwich.
âWho said I wanted to go on a date with you,â I asked.
âYouâre still here, and itâs 2:30.â
â I got to go. Iâll call you!â
âYou donât have my number, and I have a car. Letâs go.â Iâd already let my chances of this job go. I wouldnât hire anyone late for an interview. Why should he/she hire me?
âSo why are you dressed up?â
âI have to head to my job. By the way, I hear the guy at Yellow Pages doesnât show up until 3:00 p.m..â
âThatâs a relief.â But it was pushing 2:45 and I had onion on my breath. Conditions were not good for me. We arrived at Yellow Pages and I shot out of the car. I rushed up five flights of stairs; found a row of seats, all filled with nicely dressed men looking for the same job I wanted. After finding a seat, I checked my watch.
â2:50. Perfect.â I waited in anticipation. Minute by minute, second by second, my interview was coming. 3:00 came and the door opened. I guy in a suit eating a sandwich appeared.
âYashwant Singh?â Ekant was going to be my boss? I didnât know how to take it. I was just on an impromptu date with him and kind of blew him off for this interviewâŠwhich he is administering. I walked in, resume in hand. âTake a seatâŠ,â he looked at the rĂ©sumĂ©, âYashwant. So what brings you here today? Why do you want to work for Yellow Pages? What are your strengths, weaknesses, goals, aspirations, skills, blah blah blah. Iâve seen how much you cared about being here. I know youâll work hard, but I donât think you want this job. This one is just filing papers. I think youâll like this one better.â He got out of his chair and peeped his head out of the room and into the other. âLalit, youâre fired. Youâve been late way too many times and you donât fulfill your duties. The companyâs moving in a different direction. Unfortunately, itâs without you. Thank you for your service. Bye,â and he just shut the door. âYouâre in luck. Thereâs an opening as my assistant! You start tomorrow.â
âI donât know what to say. Thank you!â
âDonât mention it. Also, Iâll let you know now that you didnât get this job because of my attraction to you. I know youâll be perfect for this job.â
âAgain, I canât thank you enough. Let me take you out for dinner. My treat.â
âNo. I couldnâtâŠâ
âI insist. You saved my life; you got me coffee and a sandwich, the best one Iâve had it a while⊠The least I can do is to buy you some dinner.â
âOkay. When did you want to meet?â
âIâll pick you up atâŠ7:30?â
âSounds great!â
And with that, I left. Behind me I heard, âDonât worry. He got a different job. Come on in.â
When I got home, I called my friend Jeff. Weâd been friends since college and I couldnât resist calling him up after the day I had. After recounting all that happened he replied, âYash, I can see youâre crazy about that guy. So what are you going to wear to your date?â
âYouâre straight. You donât care about what Iâm going to wear! Thanks for the effort though.â
âYes, Iâm still new to this âmy best friendâs gayâ thing. Iâll get better with that type of small talk in the future.â
âI bet you will. But you donât have to. Iâm still the same person I was before. Just replace the âherâs with âhimâsâ
âSo tell me how this manâs tits look.â
âOoh big and busty,â we joked. We laughed a little more about how my date just so happened to have dick.
âSo where did you meet him?â
âI bumped into him at Starbucks and found out heâs my new boss. He literally drives me to the interview.â
âHeâs your boss now, huh,â he inquired. He began singing, âYes Boss!â
âBut seriously, with all jokes aside, be careful. In pretty sure the office wonât like the âboss fucking the secretaryâ scenario.â
âThanks for the advice, but I doubt weâll be telling anyone. But I have to get going. What Iâm going to wear actually is an important topic. Iâll talk to you later.â
âSame to you, bro.â
7:00 rolled around and there was a knock on my door. I came to the door to find Ekant with flowers in hand.
âWow. Old school kind of guy, huh,â I asked smiling.
âYes I was taught to never show up to a pretty girlâs, orâŠermâŠa handsome guyâs apartment empty handed.â
âThanks, but Iâm pretty sure I was supposed to pick you up.â
âWell, I thought Iâd save you the cab fare.â
âThatâs awful sweet of you. But how am I supposed to surprise you if youâre driving?â
âIâll close my eyes.â
âNo you wonât!â
âJust give me directions. Iâll totally be surprised.â
âIâll trust you.â We headed out and made our way down street by street until we made it.
âMiniature golf?â
âYes. I thought you might want a little game.â
âSure. Iâm game for anything.â During the game we found out we were both extremely competitive. âSo letâs put a little wager on this game.â
âDo tellâŠâ
âWhoever loses has to give the winner a night cap.â
âIâm down.â And we were off. Neck and neck for the duration of the game. At the end, however, I won-by one point. We went back to his car for more directions. We came to a pizza shop.
âI love this place! How did you know?â
âI didnât! I love this place too.â He grabbed my hand and walked me in. We ate two large deep dish pizzas and had 3 pitchers of soda. (Obviously we arenât on diets.) When the check came, he pulled out his wallet. âOh no. I already had it taken care of. I paid for it before we got here.â
âWell you just thought of everything, didnât you?â
âDonât I always?
âWell I am beat.â
âGuess we should head back to your place then.â
âLook like we should.â He drove us back to his place. My god that place is big. He had a three story mansionâmodern, sleek, and expensive.
âSo this is how much Yellow Pages pays?â
âWell, theyâll do what they can to keep me around.â
âWhat exactly do you do?â
âI kiss ass and seem moderately agreeable. I, somehow, shot up the corporate ladder. These guys want a couple of yes men. ButâŠit pays the bills.â
âWell if this is what pays the bills, I wonder what success looks like.â With that, he motioned to the kitchen where I sat at a marble counter top. He brought out some scotch and poured a couple glasses. âWow, you really are old school.â We kept conversing; we kept drinking. It was all on a loop. Out of habit, I accidentally started tuning him out as he continued talking. Leaning forward, I forced my lips upon his, guiding my tongue inside his mouth. Our hands ventured across each otherâs bodies, groping everything that turned us onâasses, arms, legs, cock. We stayed in that state for minutes, only breaking for air.
âLetâs move this to my room.â
âSure, tell me where it is,â and as we stood, I swooped him off the ground and made my way for the stairs. As we arrived at the top, he motioned me to the right into his room. His room, lined with ceiling to floor windows on one wall, was magnificent. After setting him down on the bed, I began to undress him as fast as I could. As he reached for my belt buckle, I slapped his hand away saying, âIâm taking control tonight.â I took off his pants, and subsequently, his underwear to revealâŠwell, I donât know how to describe it.
It was big.
It was soft.
It was hard.
It was long.
It was mine.
I started stroking his dick and I watched him become overwhelmed with pleasure. Then I took it up a notch. His dick didnât stand a chance as I attacked it with my mouth. Engulfed in me, his cock was hot and throbbing.
âKeep going. Donât stop,â he would say between moans. His hands traveled to my head, but he didnât begin thrusting. He just ran his finger at through my hair as a blew him. No, I didnât blow him. I made love to his dick. I moved back a little to just tease the tip and then deep-throated his length. My hands roamed to two places-his ass and his balls. After a while he pulled out and apologized.
âIâm sorry; if we kept going our night may have ended early.â
âTrust me, I know how to keep the night going. Do you have any lube?â
âTop drawer.â As I turned around to retrieve it he grabbed my arm. âBy the way, whoâs the lube for?â
âUmm, both of us?â
âNo, I meanâŠwho is it for?â
âIâll show you. Just trust me.â
âOkay.â With that, I made out with him once more, exploring his mouth with my tongue and him acting in kind. With my hand on his thigh, I guided his legs apart and began rubbing his hard on again. While his attention was on his dick, I gave my asshole some attention.
âHey. Close your eyes.â
âSure babe.â As his eyes closed I placed my leg so either side of his body and took all of him in me. Ekant thrusted into me, reaching deeper every time. I felt like a bitch in heat, meeting his thrusts with the same hunger and lust he exuded. He later took control and moved me on my hands and knees. I raised my ass to meet his thighs on every lunge. My boss reached around and stroked my hardon bringing it to climax and ruining the sheets below. He began to stop but I quickly intervened, âWe donât stop until you cum.â On that note, I lay on my side and raised my leg. He inserted himself in my again. Our moans filled the room as we continued making love. I clenched my ass as his dick hardened and splattered my insides, filling me with more of him. I hadnât paid attention to my own dick so it came as a surprise when I came again. We laid there with his dick still in meâhim kissing me on the neckâfalling asleep. I laid in his arms more at home than Iâd ever felt in this city.
The next morning was supposed to be my first day of workâŠletâs see how that works out.