Indian Gay Sex Story: The Chosen One: 1
Indian Gay Sex Story: The Chosen One: 1
Indian Gay Sex Story: I woke up hearing the loud honking of a train. The sound was still reverberating in my ears as I sat up and tried to think where I was. I felt dizzy due to the abrupt waking up and it made my head swirling. I tried to recall where I was. Slowly, I came back to my senses. I was sitting on the upper berth of the train which I have boarded today at 4 am. I looked at my watch. It was quarter past 11 in the morning. I had slept through the entire journey for more than 6 hours.
My eyes were all blurry and my mouth was dry. It was then I realised that the train has not moved since the time I woke up. Has the train reached any station? Or is it another delay caused by the never ending track renovation works? As I started to become more aware of the surroundings, I could hear the sounds of tea vendors, people hustling by and the sound of kids playing. I looked down from my birth and could see a family in the seats enjoying their tea. The kids were all happy and were hopping from seat to seat. I bent down and asked the uncle, “Uncle, Which station is this?” He replied, “It’s Shornur Jn”. A cold shiver went through my entire body as I realised that in next two stations, I will be meeting the guy with whom I was in touch through facebook for nearly 2 years.
Mahesh is a sales executive in a private firm in Bangalore. After a long friendship in fb and through phone calls, it was Mahesh who suggested we should meet. I too felt the time has come for us to take our relationship to the next level. So we decided to meet at Palakkad, a place suggested by me, which allows us to be discreet and escape from the prying eyes of anyone we know.
And now, sitting in the train I felt a bit nervous. A funny feeling had started to build in my stomach. Today morning when I left my home, I had made up my mind that whatever may come, we will meet. But now, I was really confused. My heartbeat was higher than normal. It was then my phone started ringing. It was Mahesh calling. I answered the phone. ”Hello Mahesh”. ”Hey, where are you now?” he asked in his soothing and manly voice. I told him where I was and that within an hour I will be at Palakkad station. He told me he will be waiting there for me and disconnected the call. Hearing his voice made me weak in my legs and all of a sudden I was overjoyed at the thought of seeing him.
The train has started to move from the platform. I took my travel pouch from my bag and got down from the birth. I put on my shoes and headed to the lavatory. I closed the toilet door and washed my face thoroughly. The water was cold and it readily awakened me. I started brushing my teeth slowly. I flossed my mouth and replaced my toothbrush in my pouch. I turned around as I needed a piss.
After that I wiped my penis tip with tissue paper. It was then I realised the fact that I have completely shaved all my body hairs. I removed my jeans and briefs up to my knees and admired my own lower body. There was not a single strand of hair anywhere. I gently passed my hands over my buttocks and felt its softness and its curvature. I took another tissue from the pouch and gently wiped my asscrack. As I slid the tissue towards my hole, I started feeling aroused.
I wiped my hole with the tissue enjoying the sensations in my body. I threw the tissue in the dustbin and used my fingers to rub over my hole. I brought those fingers to my nose and inhaled the aroma. “Mahesh is one lucky guy”, I thought to myself and smiled at my dirty way of thinking. I always considered my body to be the perfect body any top guy will go weak in his knees once they see me naked.
I was proud about my body. It was not chubby at all and I don’t have man boobs. I have right amount of flesh around all strategic parts for any top guy to enjoy. I am 175 cms tall with a medium complexion. I have a well-built body but that doesn’t mean I hit the gym regularly. I keep myself toned with regular jogging and yoga.
After my small touching game inside the toilet, I went back to my seat. The train was now whizzing past Ottapalam railway station and within 30 minutes will reach Palakkad. I packed my bag and sat on the seat near to the aisle. I felt energised and confident. I drank some water and made myself hydrated.
As the train started pulling into Palakkad station, my heartbeat was at its peak and I felt like it’s going to blast. The train came to a halt at platform number 4 and I got down. Before I could take my mobile and call Mahesh, I heard my name being called aloud. I turned to see in the direction of the call and saw Mahesh walking towards me with a smile on his face. We have already shared our photos (but no naked ones, as we have made a pact of privacy in social media not to share any) many times and can identify each other however huge the crowd is.
Mahesh was shorter than me by an inch and had a fairer complexion with jet black hair. He sported tiny stubbles on his face and was wearing a geek specks. I always admired his dressing sense in photos. Now he was wearing blue jeans with an ash colour T-shirt. We shook hands, our first body contact in whole 2 years. I couldn’t take my eyes off his face as he was so handsome and the fact that he is just 21. He graduated BBA from Chennai and immediately went on to work in Bangalore.
It was I who advised him to get into a job first and earn some money before doing PG. Earning money at such a young age brings maturity and sense of responsibility. I am 6 years elder than him and working as territory sales manager at Mangalore. When Mahesh gains enough experience, I can give him a job in my company with a better package, the package being me.
We reached outside the station and decided to have some light refreshments. We went to a coolbar and ordered fresh lime and samosas. We were sitting facing each other. He still had that smile on his face which made me smile too. Our refreshments arrived. I sipped my lime juice slowly. All this time Mahesh was staring at the samosas. I asked him, “What is the matter, Mahesh?” He said, “I don’t think it’s a good idea to eat these samosas as they are made with onion and garlic. You know why we need to avoid onions and garlics now.” He gave me a slight wink.
I was pretty amazed at his way of thinking. Onions and garlic makes your breath smell bad. Also, eating heavy masala items can make your sweat smell worse. After all, we both were here to sweat it out. After having refreshments (no samosas, we ate butter bun) we headed to our hotel room.
Our room was on the third floor at far end of the verandah. Mahesh opened the door and let me in. He closed the door. It was a nice and cosy budget room with a double-bed, TV and no AC. There was a toilet attached bath which was decently furnished. There was a tall cupboard near to the window that was facing south. Sunlight was flowing into the room and it gave the room a complete liveliness.
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Mahesh was sitting at edge of the bed looking all the time at me while I was exploring our small room. I understood that he was shy and won’t take any initiative unless I do it. I took a file from my bag and handed it to him. It had all my medical records and a certification from a doctor that I had no sexual or other diseases. He too handed me a paper which was his medical records. It was pretty much fine.
Then I asked him to put his mobile in flight mode and hand it over to me. I locked both our mobiles inside the cupboard. I came and sat near him. I took his left hand and gently rubbed it over my face. I kissed his palm. It was so soft. He still had that smile on his lips. I brought my face near to his and gently kissed on his lips…
