Indian Gay Erotica of My Handyman and Me: 1
Indian Gay Erotica: I was a foreign student in Delhi for many years. While living there I had sex with so many hot men, but only 4 became regular boyfriends and fuck buds. Let me tell you about the best of them all and how we first became lovers.
One day a couple of guys came to work on the plumbing in the shower on my floor. I had to go into the bathroom to wash my face. When I looked into the shower stall there was a gorgeous, sexy hunk of a man working naked except for this underpants…you know, the boxer kind that desi workers wear, not tighty whitey briefs.
This guy was slim, muscular, a bit dark, and thickly hairy all over. I could tell by the swing in his underpants that he was also pretty well hung. It also helped that he was strikingly handsome.
Suddenly this guy noticed me watching him. He smiled. I smiled back. He said, āHiā. I was surprised that he spoke English. I asked him, in my bad Hindi, how he was doing. He started talking to me, but in perfect English. We hit it off right away, so I insisted on getting him some chai and snacks in my room.
We sat together talking for a long time. I couldnāt stop staring at him and I think I may have drooled a bit. I know that I was raging hard and hoped it didnāt show through my pants.
His name was Vijay. He was a hot, manly Jat from Haryana. He had a higher level clerical job in the universityās maintenance office, but he did plumbing and electrical work on the side to make extra money. I guess the hostel paid him extra for that.
Anyway, I convinced him to put in a second electrical outlet for me. Again, he came back the next day after work, did my small job, but he wouldnāt let me pay for him, so I invited him to go to a movie and dinner, my treat. Man, it was my treat!
The next day was Friday. After lunch, we went to the movies, some unremarkable Bombay potboiler. He had a peculiar habit. When he sat down he liked to open his top button and unzip his pants. I asked him if his pants were too tight (secretly wishing heād remove them altogether!), but he said he just felt more comfortable with his fly open. And looking at him, who would object?!
Naturally, this got me excited, but I was scared to stare too closely! During the film, I had my arm on the armrest and he had his in his lap. I leaned mine over toward him slowly, closer and closer. After some time he smiled at me and he started to hold my hand. Luckily, we were alone in the row and there was no one behind us.
At first, I thought he was just being friendly. By then I knew that desi guys often hold your hand without any sexual subtext. But halfway through the movie, he put our joined hands in his lap. I started to slowly move the outside of my hand toward his open zipper. I was still afraid that he would be angry and create a scene.
He must have realized what I was doing. He looked at me and smiled and winked and put my hand right on top of the zipper. Only then was I sure he understood that I was flirting and suggesting more.
I started to rub his dick. I could feel it getting bigger and harder. He had a hefty tool for sureālong, thick, and hairy. Thankfully, he never seemed to shave that beautiful, steamy jungle around his cock and balls.
Indian gay erotica of a foreign student’s first time with a desi plumber
I worked my hand inside his underwear and started to play with his bare, hairy cock, with the big, juicy head on it and his long, shaggy foreskin. It was dark, almost black, but his moist head was a few shades lighter. I was wild. I thought Iād pop off my load in my pants.
I kept playing with it sliding my hand up and down slowly, changing angles, working his foreskin over the head, playing with the drops of precum as the pushed out his piss slit.
A few times I got my fingers wet and I couldnāt help licking them clean then going back for more. I desperately wanted to blow him right there in the theatre…
