Desi Gay Sex Story of an Unexpected Meeting: 1

Desi Gay Sex Story: This is an ongoing story. Names have been changed. Locations have been changed. The story is real. The pet name he gave me is real.

PS: There is no sex in the first part. There might or might not be sex in the second part. There might be a flashback. I have not decided.

I am Dhruv. 28. Average toned body. Slightly long black hair, trendy beard. Black eyes.
I live in the UK. I am here for a year now. My home is in Mumbai.

I have had my share of hookups after coming to UK. Being at a University, there is an international crowd here. Italians, Egyptians, Syrians, Russians, South americans – I had sex with many people. From different parts of the world.

But I have this feeling. Desi guys, are desi guys. I met an Indian guy in York and even though he was not a gym toned six pack ab guy like the others are, sex with him was the most passionate sex I had in the last year.

Whenever I am horny, I like to watch live videos on Blued. Often I have video chats with desi guys and almost always it leads to having videosex.

This December I decided to go to India. As there are just three weeks left, I decided to check out the guys there. I installed Fake GPS and set the location to my home. As always, it started, videochatting, nude chatting. Multiple people. One after the other.

Then I met this guy on a random videochat. Cute face. Cute nose, a beard, slightly chubby (chewable) cheeks. One can get hard looking at him. He was 18 km away from my home location.

I had the feeling that I have seen this guy somewhere. And then it struck me! Shit! My heart skipped a beat! Was it him?

I typed:
“Tumhe dekhke kisi ki yaad aati hai!”

He was offline. I kept on sending messages but he had gone offline. I sent multiple messages. I couldn’t wait.
“Hey, you there?”
“Hey, kahan gaye?”
“So gaye kya?”
No reply.

After about 2 hrs came his reply. It must be 11:30 pm in India.

“Yes, I am here!”

“Videocall again?”, I asked.
“Sure!”, he said.

I saw him. Yes. It was him. I was almost sure. There was still some doubt, but 95% it was him. I wanted to ask him, but as he had muted the voice, I cut the call and typed.

(Real conversation below)

Me: “Maine kaha, tumhe dekh ke kisi ki yaad aati hai! Pata hai kiski?”

He: “Kiski?”

Me: “Bohot saal pehle mai ek bande se mila tha. I was his first Grindr date”
“We had sex at my place in Thane”
“He was from Ghatkopar”
“Naam tha Ali”

He: “What?? We have met before?”

Me: ” Bhul gaye? Ghatkopar Station miley the. Bridge tak chalke gaye the baatein karte karte”
“After some days we had sex at my place”
“I proposed to you after we had sex.”
“You said yes!”
“We were a couple for few weeks after that”

He: ” Oh fuck!!! Yess!!!”
“Tum kitne change ho gaye ho!!”

He was right. I have changed a lot after that. I have a beard now. Am more toned than I was at that time

I was receiving a videocall from him. I answered it.

There he was. My Ali. Cute as before, but sexier because of the beard. His eyes showed the same happiness as mine did. He was elated. So was I.
We showered each other with kisses through the camera. He knew I wanted him. I knew that he wanted me.

We started texting again since he couldnt talk at that time.

He: “Tumhe kaise bhul sakta hu? Tum mere pehle BF the. Bass pehchaan me nahi aaye!”
Me: “I am so happy to see you Ali!”
He: “Me too!!”
Me: “Tum mujhe kuku bulaya karte the, yaad hai!”
He: “Sab yaad hai Kuku!! 😘”
Me: “Yes baby! 😘”
He: “Kuku! 😘”
Me: “Ali 😘”

My heart was beating fast. I am sure his was too.

He: “So apni Love story fir se shuru karein kya?”
Me: “I am ready”
He: “Mein bhi!”

Suddenly I realised. I am in UK. He is in India. My heart sank.

Me: “But me India me nahin hu. UK me hu. But December me aunga”
I wanted to ask him out again. Should I? Should I not? Fuck it, I just asked.
Me: “After I come, mere sath date pe chaloge kahin?”

He: “Yes kuku. I am glad you asked”
Me: “Yaar Ali baby! Ab tak yaad nahi the tum! But now that I have seen you, I miss you now!”
He:”Me too Kuku”

I was continously thinking. I realised he must be 29 now. Being Muslim, I thought he must be married by now. For sure.

He: “UK kab gaye tum?”
Me: “Pichle saal aaya. Tum batao. Tumhari shaadi kab hui?”
I asked him kab hui instead of hui ki nahi, because I was sure he must be married.
He: “Teen saal ho gaye!”
Me: “Oh great! Bacche?”
He: “Yes, a son!!”

Me: “So nice, Congrats Ali baby!!!”
He: “Thanks. Aur tum batao. Koi mila UK me?”
Me: “Sex ke liye ya pyaar ke liye?”
He: “Dono”
Me: “Sex ke liye bohot mile yaar”
“Pyaar ki himmat nahi hui ab tak!”

I wondered. Was I in love with him? If not now, back then?

Whatever it was, it was special. I had hooked up with innumerable number of guys till now. I never even hooked up with the same guys 90% of the times. So what was there in him that I proposed to him? If not love, it was something special.

He: “Kuku baby!! I am so happy! I wish me abhi tumhe mil pata! Tumhe itna kiss karta!!”
Me: “Me too Ali”
“Ali me jab India aunga, kya tum mere boyfriend banoge?”

I don’t know why I asked. I would never go after a relationship. Why did I ask him?

He: “Yea kuku! Yeh bhi poochne ki baat hai?”
Me: “Kitne saal ho gaye yaar! Tumhe yaad hai kitne?”
He: “Tumhari tab Engineering chalu thi. 6 saal shayad?”
Me: “Meri Engineering hoke 5.5 saal ho gaye. So hum 6 saal se bhi jyaada pehle mile the!”

Yes, it has been more than 6 years. Probably 7. Maybe 8.
I wanted him. I need to ask him.

Me: “Ali, is it possible ki hum ek night ke liye kahin jaye? I know you are a family man, so sorry if it is too much to ask!”
He: “Why not Kuku!! Of course! Lonavala jayein?”
Me: “Yes! Subah jake dusre din subah wapas aayenge. Tumhe raat bhar pyaar karunga”
He: “Arey haan haan! Pehle tum India aa to jaao”

I tried to remember those days.
Me:”Ali tumhe yaad hai why did our love story stop?”
He:”Because you stopped responding!”
He remembered.
Me:”I am so sorry for that baby! I wish I could correct it”

He: “Yes, you should be sorry!”
Me: “Yaar Ali, really sorry yaar!”
He: “It is okay Kuku! Jo ho gaya ho gaya 😘”

I was happy that I met him back. I was however sad that I did this to him!
Me: “I am happy and sad at the same time”
He: “Don’t worry, be happy! 😘”
Me: “Aur batao, aur ladke milte hai?”. I tried to change the topic.
He: “Bohot miley. But koi tumsa nahi mila ab tak!”

Desi gay sex story of a hot and unexpected encounter

I felt really bad for whatever I did to him.
Me: “Yaar Ali! Maaf kar de yaar!”
“Jab hum milenge, tab me tumhe dher saara pyaar dunga!”
“Aur tumse dher saara pyaar lunga!”
He: “Yeah baby!! Pakka!! 😘”

It was late in the night in India. I kissed him Good Night! We exchanged Whatsapp numbers. Now am waiting if our story has any more twist to it or is it just another passing story in life.

I decided to write this the same night, so here it is! I dunno what will happen in future, but I am looking forward to meet Ali.
My Ali.

Next story might be flashback of our story 7-8 years back.

To be continued…

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