Gay sex erotica about a cyber cafe handjob session

Gay Sex Erotica: A message popped on my planetromeo, “Hey dude, you look sexy!” But I wasn’t distracted from watching a guy stroking his dick in front of me.

A little synopsis: Internet subscription at home was over (back in 2008, 1gb a month was a big deal). And I wanted to check out my planetromeo messages. So here I was, at a very shabby net cafe, with pathetic net service, scrolling through my account, when my attention was caught by this dorky guy in the next booth rubbing his bulge over shorts.

I was peeping through the screen for what exactly is he doing? And boom, his dick pops out of the shorts. It was the beginning of the summer, and it gets really toasty in Nagpur. There I was sweating looking at the guy jerking, out in public space, probably watching some porn on the PC.

Didn’t realize when the net cafe owner came and stood next to me. I almost jumped out of my chair with his unexpected voice, “Bhai, ek ghanta ho gaya, aur rukne wala hai kya?”

Me: Haan. Ek aur ghanta extend kara do
Owner: Toh sun, 1 baja hai, khana khane jaa raha hoon, 40-minute mein ata hoon. Dukan ka dhyan rakhega (we were familiar).
Me: Sure (while goose bumps were popping all over my body, thinking of the other guy and me, just two in the store)

The owner left, I slid close the tainted glass door, and I was back at watching the guy from the corner of my eye. The dude had his dick resting in his hand, semi-hard, while the other hand was on the mouse, probably scrolling through the sites. Every now and then he was squeezing the shaft.

My curiosity took over me to feel his dick in my hand, and hey that’s the only chance I had. I spread my legs wide, rubbing my hand over my bulge, explicitly to catch his attention. But he was way too involved in his screen. Something really exciting might be going on there.

I didn’t want to lose the chance, so I gave some moans while shaking my package. Finally, it caught his attention, while I pretended to be totally unaware. Every now and then he was taking a glance at what I was doing. At one point our eyes met, and there was a smirk on his face.

Our booths were joined such that we were facing each other. I dared and slightly rubbed my legs with his. He did not respond. So I went further and began rubbing his thigh with my toe.

He rearranged himself and brought himself forward by spreading his legs. That was an invitation enough for me to slide my toe through his shorts and play with his balls. He had some pubes growing up there!

I pulled my toe out in an anticipation of his move, but he sat there like a rock completely immersed in whatever was happening on the screen. Suddenly his hand reached my knees beneath the desk. His palm was shivering and wet. I guess he was very anxious or it was just the heat in the air.

I held it and pulled it all the way to my bulge. That made him tug a little. He bent on his knees on the floor, raised hands to my zipper, and undid my jeans. I was sitting in a net cafe with bare ass on the chair, with a random guy fondling with my shaft. Every drop of my sweat was trickling down to the dick, making it moist and easy to stroke.

I could not control. So I pushed his hands away, kneel on the floor and reached to his shorts. It was already pulled to his knees, with his shaft erect and hanging out perpendicular. It was very warm to hold and oozing a lot of precum.

I pushed his foreskin back, held the head of his penis and started caressing it in a circular motion. That was driving him crazy, and his body was shivering. Meanwhile, I was stroking my own dick. I knew he was about to cum and so was I.

I held his shaft and gave it a few strokes, his body arched, and with a force, he spurted all the load. Some of it fell on the floor, some of it fly to my crotch. I yanked my dick and spilt all my cum on the floor. We were totally drained.

Read the hot and steamy Indian gay sex erotica, from the times gone by, of two strangers enjoying a wild handjob at a public net cafe!

We squeezed the last drop out of our penis, pulled our pants, and got back to our screens to know that power cut happened at one point and we didn’t realize. Within a few minutes, the cafe owner came, with a question on his face.

Owner: Sorry late ho gaya. Electricity gaye adha ghanta ho gaya aur tumhe wait karna pada. Tum log itni der kya kar rahe they?
Me: Kuch nahi, aapka wait kar rahe they.
Other guy: Bhai kitna paisa hua?
Owner: Chodo yaar, meri wajaha se ruke hon bina internet ke. Iss bar paise maaf karta hoon.

The owner had no clue what an exciting time we spent with no power in his absence. With a smile, exhausted dicks and cum all over the floor we stepped out and went our way!