Indian Gay sex story – You Never Know Who Desires You

Indian Gay sex story – You Never Know Who Desires You

Quite a few years ago, in the dark ages when the internet had just come to this country, there were very few sites catering to gays. One of these was ——-.—, a site where there was only a “Chat Room” where you could talk to other like minded guys and gays. Of course there was no facility for the exchange of pictures or any other means of verification of the other’s identities. If you found a guy who was interested in meeting, it was always a gamble as to what kind of guy showed up, if they showed up at all. Most of the time the proposed meeting never materialized, with the guy never showing up, or the person who turned up was someone who was around thirty or forty rather than the eighteen or twenty they had claimed to be, making lame excuses for hiding their true age.

After a few months of these disappointments and flops I grew disenchanted at the idea of trying to meet anyone through this medium. But then I started chatting to a particular boy who always seemed to be on line though he never seemed to chat to others. At least he never appeared to message other when I was on line. We seemed to find quite a lot in common. He claimed to be 19, just the sort of age I liked, and he claimed to like older men, men like me. After chatting about 3 times a week, for a month or so I decided to take a chance and risk another failure. We decided on a date and a time. Selected a place which would permit us to meet without too much chance of any known person seeing us and asking awkward questions.

In today’s much more open and tolerant society I still look back in wonder at the amount of secrecy and care we had to take to remain undiscovered. The lengths we had to go just to express our inner desires and needs. Although there was a lot going on behind locked doors and in the dark corners of our lives, most guys had a much more sharing and giving attitude then is found in today’s gay world. If you knew someone was into man to man sex there would be little hesitation to introduce him to others you knew and visa -a- versa, with never a breath of these matters ever reaching the ears of parents or even siblings.

I reached the appointed place, dressed in the clothes I had told the boy I would be wearing, when much to my surprise I saw my neighbours son . He was a boy I had known from when he was around 5 years old. He was now 15. Even more to my surprise he seemed to be waiting for someone. Though I made every effort not to catch his attention or be noticed, he saw me and came up to me. He asked me what I was doing there. At first I did not know what I should say, and then using some quick thinking said I had come to purchase some items from a nearby shop.
You can imagine my shock when he said to me “Uncle, please don’t tell lies!!!” He then further astounded me by telling me that I had come there to meet a boy, and not just any boy, but a gay boy. Trying as best as I could to hide my astonishment I asked what he was doing there. His reply, that he had come to meet me, rendered me speechless for a while. It was only then I noticed that he was wearing the exactly same colour clothes that the boy from the net was supposed to wear.

When I was able to gather my scattered wits I asked for an explanation. It was then that he told me that he was the boy who had been chatting to me for the past two months and that all along he knew who I was. He said he had logged on to Tamil Sex only to reach me. He also told me that he knew he was gay from the age of 12 and had had his first experience with another boy when he was 13.

In the two years between the first experience and meeting me he had had many many other experiences. And had come to realise that he was attracted to older men, rather than boys his own age. He had been attracted to me from the time he knew it was men he was interested in and had tried to let me know by his actions and attitude. It seems that I am very dull witted and had never “seen” or paid any attention to his approaches. He also knew from an older school mate, Mohan that I liked boys and would sometimes have sex with some of them. Mohan was one of the boys I occasionally had sex with. In today’s gay world there is no way Mohan would have ever told anyone about me. But though Mohan did tell Arun about me, he had refused to speak to me about Arun or to let me know that Arun was interested in me. Mohan had heard that I would rebuff any young boy approaching me directly or on the behalf of another, and that I would only bed boys I had approached myself or had been told about by other older guys and then only if the boy was over a certain age. As Arun was younger Mohan did not want to risk telling me about him.

Arun did not know how to tell me that he liked me and wanted to have some fun with me or what my reaction would be if he directly approached me. He had heard that I had rebuffed another boy who had approached me, but did not know then, that was because, that boy was only 12 yrs old. Then he heard of Tamil Sex and from the same school chum, who knew about me, learned that I used to browse the site and chat to people. He also found out I used the pen name of “Randy” when on T.S. He set about getting me to chat to him and had tried to make me believe in him enough to come and meet him face to face. His demeanour was so open and he so obviously knew what he was getting into, that even though I knew he was only 15 and that I should not be encouraging such a young boy to indulge in sex I had no heart or mind to disappoint him or turn him down, especially as he had already lost his virginity and was now an experienced gay.

I had seen Arun almost every day for five years, but had never looked at him with thoughts of a sexual nature. He was a very nice looking boy, just the sort of boy that was most attractive to me and almost of the ideal age. Because he was my neighbour’s son and someone who knew me and trusted me it had never crossed my mind to think of him in any way connected to sexual attraction or desire. Looking at him after his astounding revelation, made me realise just how attractive he was and how sexual the nature of this attraction was.

I was also keenly aware of the sense of excitement and anticipation he was radiating. The very fact that I had known him for so many years, had seen him growing up and knew his parents seemed to add to the atmosphere of the moment. He admitted that it had been a long and weary 2 months before I was convinced enough to agree to meet him. He asked me if I really had a convenient place where we could have sex.

When I told him I did, he was overjoyed. We went straight to the place and almost before entering the room fully, already had our hands on each other’s bodies. I barely had time to close the door before he had lowered my pants and underwear to expose my already erect cock and was down on his knees in front of me, engulfing as much as he could within the warm wet cave of his mouth. It did not take long for his fairly expert sucking to make me want to ejaculate. When I tried to remove it, he would not let me do so and clamped his lips hard on the swollen head till I shot my cum into his waiting mouth.

I was also hot and eager to see him naked and almost tore his clothes off him. His young and boyish body was smooth with just a small tuft of hair beginning to show above his cock. For his age he was nicely endowed and like mine his cock was cut. The glans was a blushing red colour that stood out against his fairish skin. Other than the scanty pubic hair he was completely hairless, even his underarms were like silk. His boyish face had thickish pouting lips that held a perpetual invitation to kiss and could do wonders to a flagging cock. His balls, small and round, protruded proudly from between his legs; his stiff cock almost vertical against his belly was inviting attention as soon as possible. I wasted no time getting my lips around it. I had barely begun to suck him when he shot his cum into my mouth and over my face. He was contrite and abashed but said that he had been dreaming of the day I would suck him off for a long, long time.

We moved to the bed and after he had used his wet, hot mouth and wonderful lips to bring me to full erection again, he turned over on his stomach and showed me his cute ass and asked me to fuck him as hard as I could. Just a small amount of lubricating cream was needed to slick the entrance hole and the head of my cock. I placed the head of my rigid prick against the pucker of his ass and was expecting to use some force to enter the passage but was surprised by the ease with which I was able to enter him. After a short while of fucking him in this inverted missionary position I turned him on his back and gently pushed his legs up to his shoulders. This exposed his ass and his pretty and inviting hole to me. This position allowed me to penetrate deep in his backside and see his face at the same time. As I pushed my cock into him again I could see the look of pleasure that spread across his countenance. His prick was also fully erect and lying on his stomach. As I started to stroke my long hard cock in and out of his ass I could see him getting harder. Using one hand I started to masturbate him and soon he sprayed his own chest, face and even his hair with cum. Later he told me that was the first time he had been fucked in that position and he had never had such an ejaculation before.

Arun was not the first boy I had enjoyed having sex with. But he was one of the very few I had ever invited to fuck my ass. He was certainly the youngest boy to be given the chance to enjoy that pleasure. His body was smooth and hairless with the exception of the pubic tuft that drew your gaze towards his penis, his nature so undemanding and compliant that it took on an aura of childlike simplicity that was very inviting and extremely erotic. A few months into our relationship I became conscious of a deep seated desire to have him fuck me in similar ways to what I had been doing to him.

I wanted to feel that cut cock penetrate my ass [all the previous guys who had fucked me had been uncircumcised] and feel the head flare in ejaculation as the head of my cock flared in his ass. It took only a little bit of persuasion to make him agree to do as I wanted. After applying plenty of lubricant to my hole and his cock I knelt down, lowered my head to the floor, trust back my hips so the crack of my ass spread wide and exposed the entrance to my back passage. Arun took his position behind me and pressed the now dark purple head of his cock to my waiting flesh. He slowly slid into my ass and I was enjoying the new sensation of a circumcised cock head expanding my hole when I felt his body stiffen and he began to ejaculate. When it was over and his limp cock slid out from my ass he was most apologetic.

I only then discovered that this was the very first time he had ever tried to fuck anyone. It took a few more failed attempts before I could enjoy the complete sensations of being fucked by a cut cock. If my memory serves me correctly it was only on the fourth or fifth attempt that he was able to last a longer time and was able to employ full long strokes to penetrate deep into my ass.

The failed attempts due to his premature ejaculations became quite a joke between us and later when he was able to fuck me deeply for a full 10 minutes before ejaculating, I would often rib him about the first few quickly ended sessions. The sensation a cut cock creates as it penetrates the body is quite exceptional as is the final seconds before ejaculation. I enjoyed these feelings many times over the years Arun and I were lovers.
My relationship with Arun was a taste of heaven. A young boy with a nubile and accommodating body, slim and hairless, a nice clean cock, that was attractive in looks and cut like mine, for me to suck and that could fuck me when I felt the need or desire to have him penetrate me. A wet hot mouth that would suck my cock with consummate perfection. An ass that I could fuck so easily and in any position I fancied. Above this, someone who lived just next door to me. I just could not have asked for anything better in this life. I knew he would be ready and willing to come to me at any time, there were a hundred and one reasons for him to come to my house without anybody, even his parents, doubting the reasons for his visits. Any time he was horny and wanted some action, or any time I felt the same we now had each other to count on.
Many times I have looked at him kneeling on the bed, with his bubble ass in the air, spread wide, the hole pink and moist, still pulsing from the aftermath of my fucking and his now flaccid cock hanging between his legs, with a few drops of his emission still dripping from it or have been lying flushed from the exertion of fucking him or been spread face down, sated by his fucking, with his body supine over me and have wondered what I had ever done to deserve such pleasure and a boy like him. Sometimes as we lay in a 69, his fresh and youthful cum tasting ever so slightly salty and yet so creamy in my mouth, his lips locked around my own hot hard shaft, refusing to release me till he could drain ever drop of sperm from my cock and it lay limp and wet in his sweet mouth. What indeed had I done to warrant this privilege?

We had hot sex that day and for many days to come as well. Our relationship lasted for more than 7 years. It ended when his family relocated to the USA. The 7 years we had together was a great time and I think I can say with confidence that it was something more than just the sex that made it so wonderful. Perhaps it was the sense of danger we sometimes felt, having sex almost within the hearing and sight of his parents. Perhaps it was the sense of familiarity we felt when lying naked in bed together, we had known each other for 5 years before we started having sex but it seemed to us that we had known each other for much longer. I do not think I will ever know what made it so exciting. But exciting it was.

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