Barsaat ki ek gay raat: Desi gay sex saga

Imagine walking alone at night in the middle of of a heavy rain in Mumbai and then think what could happen to one such uncle in his 50s or what could be done to him by a stranger he met on the way.

This is my story. I’m Kamlesh; 56 years old living in Mumbai. One day I was coming back from work and it stated to rain heavily.

Everywhere I turned, I saw chaos. Roads being flooded, people stranded, cars and autos soaking in rain.

So, I had no choice but walk home. It was going to take me 2-3 hours in foot to reach my wife and three offspring but I had no choice.

I was wearing a red shirt that day and everyone in office said that I looked good in the his colour. As I was walking my shirt got totally wet and it stuck to my body like my other clothes that were completely wet too.

After about an hour and a half of brisk walking I reached under a foot over bridge and decided to stop to catch my breath for a while.

As I was panting against the concrete pole if the bridge,I saw a man on the opposite side looking at me.

At first, I said and did nothing. But when I looked again that guy was coming towards me as he crossed the flooded road.

I became a little bit scared and quite surprisingly I froze and just kept looking at him approaching me.

In a few seconds, the guy was standing right infront of my eyes. He was so near that I could feel his breath on me.

Like me he was completely wet too but he was slightly younger than me and sexy too. He reminded me of a young actor I like.

Before I could say anything, that guy took his shirt off and then his pants and underwear and then he kissed me.

I don’t know why but I didn’t resist his advances. Instead my hands moved towards his dick and touched it.

Then, the guy started opening my shirt one button at a time. I hesitated and tried to stop him but he smiled and kept kissing me and then ripped my shirt open like they do in the pictures.

Our naked chesta touched each other and a feeling of excitement and pleasure ran through my body.

I started acting sub consciously at this point. Next, I got down on my knees and looked at the stranger’s hung dick dangling right above my eyes like a fruit tree for a hungry animal.

He helped me a little and grabbed his and put it over my lips. My mouth opened and then I swallowed that dick.

My wife has done this to me many times. Now it’s my time to do it for the first time!! How exciting?!!

As I sucked that cock, we maintained eye contact with each other at all times. It made him even more harder and hornier, I think.

As the rains showed no signs of slowing down, and I was stuck under the bridge sucking a cock out in the open road without any shame or fear, I felt alive for the first time in my life.

I had no memory of my wife and my offsprings at home and just wanted to keep sucking that cock that was already so deep down my throat.

The day ended and it was officially the night. After about 40 minutes of sucking the guy, I was feeling very tired but also horny.

All I knew that I didn’t want this night to end at any cost and it didn’t…

Stay tuned for the next part…