Indian Gay sex story – The night manager of hotel – Part 1

Shortly After Happy Hour:

Umesh’s breath was getting shorter and shorter.  It was becoming more difficult for him to breathe by the second.  His body was about to orgasm,and he knew that it was going to be a lulu.  He didn’t know the man who was straddling him.  Gasping and screaming, he unloaded up the stranger’s gut.His cum flowed in long, generous spurts, unhampered by a condom, a fact which would disturb him later, when he came down from cloud nine.
His bed partner collapsed on top of him, and the man immediately threw his arms around him.  He leaned into Umesh in a vain attempt to kiss him.  He wanted to show his appreciation, but Umesh turned away.  He rolled Vicky off him, and stood up at the side of the bed.  His eyes displayed pure panic.
He looked at Vicky, and realized he didn’t even know his name.  “What just happened?” he asked rhetorically.

“We just had fantastic sex,” Vic answered glibly.

“No, No,” Umesh whined.  “It can’t be.  We’re both straight.  How could this happen?”

“Relax man.  I thoroughly enjoyed it.  Didn’t you?’

“How could we have let this happen?” Umesh repeated incessantly.  He was whining and ringing his hands.  Finally he asked, “Don’t you regret it?
Don’t you feel guilty?”
“Not on your life.  I had fun.  You can’t tell me you weren’t having fun.”

“Yes, I was, but now I can’t believe I let it happen.”
“What’s your name?”
“Umesh.”
“Relax Umesh.  Nobody got hurt, and we enjoyed it.  It’s our secret, and we will have good memories.”<
“Would you ever allow it to happen again?” Umesh asked.
“Probably; wouldn’t you?”
Umesh didn’t, or couldn’t, answer.  He turned away from Vic, and saw his clothes on the floor.  He started to dress, and Vic started to laugh.
“What’s so funny?”
“You put on my shirt.”

As bad as he felt, even Umesh was amused and he began to laugh.  Seeing that Umesh was relaxing, Vic approached him and put his arms around him.”It’s alright, Umesh.  You’re going to be fine.  I know I’m going to look back on this and remember it fondly.  Thank you for giving me a great experience.”
Umesh began to relax as requested.  He even put his head on Vic’s shoulder, because he felt a little dizzy.  “What’s your name?” Umesh whispered.
“I’m Vicky Chauhan, and I’m the night manager of this hotel.  You’re actually one of my guests.  What are you doing here?  What’s your line?”
“I work for a consulting company as an electrical engineer, and I’ll be here for a few days.”
“It gets very quiet in the wee hours of the morning.  Would you like me to come back later?”
That question brought Umesh back to reality.  They were still holding each other, so he disengaged himself from Vic.  “Hell no,” he said.  “We’re straight, and whatever happened, shouldn’t happen again.”
“There you go, tensing up again,” Vic observed.  “It was my first time also, and I’m perfectly OK with it.”
“Well, I’m not.  Please Vic, get dressed and leave.  I want to shower, dress and go downstairs for dinner.”
“If you change your mind later, just call the front desk and ask for me.”
Earlier That Day, Happy Hour:
Umesh Mudgal was a good looking dude; tall, dark and well-built.  He was also well-hung for those women who had been lucky enough to have had sex with him.  He arrived at the hotel in the late afternoon, checked in, and went straight to his room.  He didn’t have to visit his client until the next morning.
He hung up his business clothes carefully, and slipped into more casual apparel.  He intended to have a couple of drinks at happy hour, and then have dinner afterward.  He also wanted to survey the scene for a willing woman.  A little sex this evening would suit him fine.  He usually scored well, wherever he was.  His good looks stood him in good stead.
He entered the bar, and his eyes scanned the room.  It was full of men.
One lone middle-aged woman gave him the eye.  She was wearing way too much make–up, trying to hide her wrinkles and her crow’s feet.  Umesh figured that she had also been spurned by the other men in the room.
Umesh waited for the bartender to finish a drink he was preparing, and he ordered a gin and tonic.  The bartender handed the finished drink to a handsome young man in a business suit.  Because of his very formal attire, the man stood out from the rest of the crowd.
He smiled at Umesh.  “Hi,” he said, “I’ve seen you here before.  Are you a guest of the hotel?”
“Yes, I am.  Are you?”
“No,” the man answered, I’m a local.  Do you come here often?”
“Yes, I have a client in this city, and I come here for a few days, several times a year.”
“There you go.  I knew I had seen you before.  There’s a table over there. Would you care to join me?”
Umesh nodded and they headed quickly to the table, while it was still empty.
“Frankly, I’m disappointed,” Umesh said.  “There are no women in here tonight.”
“I know.  Who can explain it?  Some nights, the place is full of men, other nights, women fill up the joint, and on still other nights, there’s a good mix.  I guess you were looking for some action.  If you come back later, a few prostitutes will wander in.”
Umesh was insulted.  “I’ve never had to pay for it yet, and I don’t intend to start tonight.”
“I’m sorry,” the well-dressed man said, “I meant no offense.”
“None taken.”
After that, they both relaxed, and began to chat.  Conversation between them was easy and flowed like water.  They talked about women, sports, the chances of their favorite teams to capture a championship this year, and fun times at college.  They both hadn’t graduated that long ago, and they delighted in reliving their wonderful memories.
More than two hours went by in a flash.  Umesh had consumed four gin and tonics to Vic’s one.  Suddenly, his head began to spin and he got very dizzy.  He never had more than one drink before dinner, but now he realized that he was drunk.  He stood up to leave.
“Are you going to the dining room?” Vic asked.  “If you are, I’d love to join you for dinner, if it’s OK with you.”
“I think I’d better lie down for a while first,” Umesh said.  “I don’t feel so good.  I need to go to my room.”  He reeled, and Vic caught him.
“What’s your room number?  I better help you get there.”
Umesh couldn’t speak, so he just reached into his pocket and gave Vic his key.
Somehow Vic was able to maneuver Umesh into his room, where he collapsed on the bed.  Vic realized that the drunken guest was sound asleep.  He was snoring, and not too quietly.  He was flat on his back, and he looked so uncomfortable that Vic decided to remove his loafers and socks.
That was easy, but he still looked uncomfortable, so Vic decided to undress his new friend down to his underwear.  He smiled to himself wondering if the engineer wore briefs or boxers.  Well, he was about to find out.  He removed Umesh’s tee shirt with a little difficulty.  Then he undid his belt, and unzipped his fly, only to discover that Umesh didn’t have any underwear on.  He hesitated for a moment, wondering what to do.  He decided to go all the way, and then cover the man with the bed sheets.
That wasn’t going to happen.  Umesh was lying on top of the covers, and he was dead weight.  Vic looked at him.  He was sleeping peacefully, and appeared to be plenty comfortable now.  Of course he stole a glance at Umesh’s very ample package, and a wicked thought crossed his mind.
He had never in his whole life held another man’s cock.  He wondered what it would feel like.  He reckoned that he could cop a feel, and sleeping beauty here would never know.
He sat down on the bed next to Umesh.  Without even realizing what he was doing, he ran his hands up and down the man’s body, just as if he was caressing a woman in foreplay.  Much to his shock, Umesh began to get hard. Before long he was seven uncut inches of glory.  Vic remembered his original purpose.  He made sure that Umesh was still asleep, and when he was satisfied, he wrapped his hand around Umesh’s manhood.
Instinctively he began to stroke the sleeping man in the same manner that he masturbated himself.  The next surprise came when Umesh began to purr. Vic thought he heard Umesh murmur, “That’s so nice; don’t stop.”  But he wasn’t sure.
Vic was no stranger to porn films, both straight and lesbian.  If he swore you to secrecy, he would admit to having watched male porn also.  As Umesh’s murmuring grew louder, and his body began to squirm, a new devilment entered Vic’s brain.  He wondered what a cock tasted like.
In his lust, Vic had lost all reason.  He bent over and took Umesh’s cock into his mouth.  It tasted rather nice.  He had gotten plenty of blow jobs from nubile young women, and he knew what he liked.  He tried to emulate the best of them, and in a short time, he felt Umesh’s balls start to shrink.  He stopped what he was doing, and ran to the bathroom.
Umesh called after him.  “Where are you going?  Please don’t leave.”
“I’ll be back in a second.” Vic was determined to experience everything. This would probably never happen to him again.  In the bathroom he found a bottle of body lotion which the hotel generously supplied.  He rushed back and bathed Umesh’s cock with the lotion.  He stripped rapidly, throwing his clothes on top of Umesh’s.  He put some more body lotion up his ass, and straddled Umesh’s still prone body.
He lowered himself onto the hefty, lubricated prick, and guided it into his ass.  It hurt like hell, but Vic knew that if he stuck with it, the pain would pass.  When Umesh was all the way in, Vic sat perfectly still, and the pain began to subside.  He began to pump slowly, and when Umesh realized what Vic was doing, he joined in the action, and they began a synchronized dance of love.
Umesh’s cock began to massage Vic’s prostate, and he could feel his orgasm approaching.  Just as he erupted all over Umesh’s chest and chin, he heard Umesh’s breathing becoming labored, and he came seconds after Vic.
Later That Evening:
Umesh entered the dining room and looked around.  It was late now, and the place was virtually empty.  He spotted Vic at one of the few occupied tables.  He was sitting with another man, who was also in a business suit.
He was much older than Vic, and obviously another hotel employee.  They seemed to be just about finished with their meal.
Vic approached his table, looked at Umesh with a smirk, and said, “Good evening Mr. Mudgal.  Are you enjoying your stay so far?”
Umesh wanted to say, “Fuck you, and buzz off.”  He was angry at Vic’s sly innuendo, and for having looked up his surname from the records.  Vic had taken advantage of a man who had too much to drink, and now he showed no remorse.
“Just fine,” Umesh answered, and he returned to perusing the menu.
“I’d like you to meet Tarun Gogoi,” Vic said.  “He’s head of our security.”
“Nice to meet you,” Tarun said.  “If you have any problems during your stay, please call the front desk, and I’ll come running.”
Thank you,” Umesh smiled at Tarun.
“Yes, that goes for me too,” Vic echoed.
Umesh didn’t answer.  He returned once again to his menu, and the two men left.  He ordered a steak with roasted potatoes, but he didn’t enjoy his meal.  He was angry at himself for having performed a homosexual act, and he was even angrier at Vic’s attitude.  He would have preferred that Vic had shown some remorse, and asked for forgiveness.
He left half his meal, and returned to his room.  Somehow he felt dirty, so he undressed and took a shower.  His bed sheets were crumpled from his earlier encounter with Vic, and that bothered him, so he remade his bed reversing the sheets.  He was very tired from sex, and from still being slightly drunk.  He lay down naked in bed, and dozed off.  He had the most realistic dream.
He and Vic are walking hand in hand down a white, sandy beach.  They are totally naked.  They turn to each other and begin to kiss.  The kiss lasts a long time and as time passes, it gets more and more passionate.  They fall to the sand, and Umesh devours Vic’s cock, as Vic moans in pleasure.
Vic cums in Umesh’s mouth and they share his jism with another passionate kiss.  Umesh says to Vic, “All my dreams have come true,” and Vic says, “Mine, too.”

Umesh woke up, and gave out a muffled cry.  The erotic dream was not beautiful to him.  He found it revolting and he wanted to scream, but he didn’t.  He knew without a shadow of a doubt that what he really wanted was Vicky Chauhan back in his bed.
“Fuck,” he muttered to himself.  “I don’t care.”  He grabbed his phone and dialed the desk.
“Front desk,” a sweet female voice informed him.
“Mr. Chauhan, please.  Vicky Chauhan.”
“Just a moment, sir.  I’ll get him for you.”  There was a short delay.
“Chauhan here.”
“Vic,” Umesh said, hyperventilating.  “I need you.  I want to talk to you.
Please come to my room.”  There was a pause as Vic tried to process his emotions.  “Yes,” he said, “there’s nothing I want more, but I’m swamped right now.  I’ll be there in a couple of hours.”

To be continued …….