Indian Gay sex story — Love to be a lady

Hi guys, I am Jignesh, a NRI. Though I am still a straight guy but I am about to narrate an incident when I was on my trip to India that gave an experience of a different kind. I was staying up at a hotel in Shimla and had planned to go to Manali and had booked up a taxi for that. All names changed for privacy. The taxi arrived on time, and the driver came out and greeted me. He had a charming unshaven face and looked from a decent family. He was a heavily built man, a little flabby. But he was robust. He was wearing white shirt that fitted him tight and unbuttoned at the top disclosing his furry chest. To get friendly, I asked his name, Omkar came the reply. I inquired about his family. He had his parents and a younger brother and a sister. His elder sister had got married. Omkar was an expert driver and drove with perfection on the mountain roads. Though he kept getting calls on his mobile, and with the authority that he spoke on the phone he seemed to be the dominating person among his friends and peers. We reached Manali in the night. Omkar was to stay with me for full one week, so I offered him to share my hotel room with me. Omkar hesitated but I insisted and he gave in. We got into the room and I got relaxed and asked Omkar to be relaxed and easy.

First, Omkar was hesitant and sat on the sofa. I took a towel and went to the bathroom to have a shower. I came out wearing only a vest and shorts. I asked Omkar to take a shower and he got up and went to the bathroom. I ordered a bottle of scotch and roasted chicken. The bell boy was quick in serving my order. By then Omkar got out wrapping up only a towel round his waist. And, Holy Lord! What a bod he had. He had the perfect V-shaped body, bulging, wide and hairy chest. His shoulder were strong, hairy and powerful arms. His calves were perfectly sculpted like those of a footballer, though his waist was a little flabby. He had hair all over his chest and fine stream down his torso, which spread around at his naval. He asked me whether I was comfortable if he would be like that. I asked him to be comfortable. He sat on the chair in front of me. I poured scotch in two glasses and said ‘cheers’. We gulped it down and prepared another peg. Omkar was fast at finishing his second one while I just kept sipping and started talking to him. I repeatedly called him Omkar, at this he asked me to call him ‘Om’. At this I asked Om not to call me sir and call me by my name ‘John’. So a friendship had begun. I was peeking at his hairy body now and then. I was getting a complex, my body was smooth, though well sculpted and Om with hair on his body looked ‘The Man’. It seemed Om had guessed what was going on in my mind. But his expression did not show this. He was a complete drunkard the way he gulped down glass after glass and the way he tore off the flesh off the leg piece of the roasted chicken. I was feeling heavy after the third peg so I had made the last peg for myself and kept sipping it slowly. I sat down on the floor and rested my head against the table. Slowly I dragged towards Om and slowly rested my head on his strong hairy thigh. I felt Om’s heavy hand on my head. He stroked my hair and I got ecstatic and kissed his hairy thigh. This was the first time I was attracted towards a man and had womanish feelings churning up inside me.

The man was irresistible. Om kept running his fingers in my hair and I moved in between his strong thighs and rested my head between them. Om pulled my head deeper into his pubic region and felt the heat of his expanded dick on my face. Regaining senses I retorted and moved back. But Om pulled me by my blonde hair and dragged my face towards his hard piece of lusty flesh. I struggled to get away but Om’s hold was tight and he held my hand and rested it on his hot penis. He had thrown off his towel displaying his extremely hairy pubic region. His penis was quite large, must have been about 9 inches or even longer, nearly double the size of mine. Even my penis was erect. I felt that resisting was useless as Om wouldn’t let me go off and it was me who had churned up his desires. I rubbed his hard rock like penis, it was too thick to accommodate in one palm of mine so I wrapped it up in both of my palms and began stroking it. Om enjoyed the task. He again pulled me by my hair and his penis brushed my face. He addressed me as if I was a lady and ordered me to lick his penis. I was hapless in his grip and obeyed him. I licked his cock and tasted his pre cum. I didn’t like the taste and began to retreat. At this Om got up and dragged my head on the chair and inserted his penis into my mouth. My mouth was stretched wide open as his penis was too stout. Om was over me and I trapped between his legs and his penis fucking my mouth. He began banging me, his penis moved to and fro into my mouth. I gasped for breath holding his muscular thighs. The Indian man was mouth fucking me hard. I was struggling under him and couldn’t even speak out a word as his penis had stormed my mouth. Om’s penis would tear me upto my throat. His pelvic thrusts got wilder and wilder and I was enjoying. He had shredded my manhood both physically as well as mentally. I was a mere lust object of Om that night, a sex toy or a whore to warm up his bed. After about 20 minutes Om ejaculated with a strong flow of his hot manliness that filled up my mouth. I was about to spit it out but he asked me to swallow it down, and like a obedient woman I gulped it down my throat. He sat down on the chair beside me and kept stroking my hair. Now Om pulled off my vest and shorts.

I was now wearing only my micro brief. He pulled me up and made me sit on his lap. His hairy thighs scrubbed my smooth thighs and the heat of his penis could still be felt under my butts. I was sitting on his penis. The man embraced me and I was exhausted so I rested my head on his shoulder. He caressed my back and thighs. He diffused his warm manly aroma that was intoxicating me. I kissed his hairy chest and moved to his hairy underarms and sucked it. I sucked his sweat from his underarms. He kept whispering the lust filled word addressing me as if I was his woman. This gave me a strange sensation of being a woman and being in the comfort of my macho man’s arms. Om again pulled my hair and I moaned in esctasy. He kissed my lips and started sucking them. We were lip locked. He smooched and his tongue entered me adulterating my saliva with my Indian man’s. Our bodies brushed against each others. His hairy touch was electrifying me and I was becoming more and more lady like. Om was sucking me hard. Still lip locked, he picked me up in his arms and moved to the bed. He gently rested me on the bed and pulled the last piece of cloth off my body. I got nervous and asked him what he was upto. He didn’t answer and climbed the bed and turned me over so that I was facing the bed. Om gave a hard slap on my butts and I moaned. He then squeezed them very hard giving me extreme feel. I struggled and moved, but every time Om would drag me on closer to his body. Ultimately I gave in and started caressing his hairy chest and kissing it now and then. He again turned me over and this time put the tip of his penis on my asshole. I was terrified as his penis was too large and stout and knew that it was going to give me enormous pleasure. Om put pressure and inserted his penis into me with quite difficulty. I felt torn and screamed out. At this he again thrust his penis deeper and slowly his penis had drilled me. Now he began pumping his heat into me. He made pelvic movements and the hot burning piston moved to and fro into me. The thrust made me vibrate. I was shaking due to Om’s movements.

Om was now all over me wrapping me up with his body and fucking me hard. He shredded me and then ejaculated into me. For sometime Om lay there over me and then afterwards slid down on the side and embraced me like he was cuddling a pillow. That night Om fucked me twice. In the morning we were out on sight seeing. While returning it got dark. Om parked the car in a desolate corner and asked me to suck his cock. First I argued and when he didn’t budge, I had to suck his cock in the car itself. That one week I lived like Om’s mistress, everyday he would fuck me about four times. He even brought the sexy lingerie and false breasts and made me wear them and then fucked me. Though Om was dominating I enjoyed this experience of a different kind and I lived like a lady for one week in manali. I have never had such an encounter after that and I am a straight guy. Though I sometimes get oriented towards such feeling, but I keep them under control. Please reply whether you liked my experience or not.