Gay Sex Story of White Guy’s Crazy Fuck with Indian Policeman
Gay Sex Story: I want to share a little bit of my insatiable appetite for a good fuck. I am an average man, some people tell me I am manly handsome (not a pretty boy) fairly athletic body, 5,8… and somehow husky, not fat.
I used to play Rugby, so imagine the figure of a player, thick tights, strong round butt. Years ago, I was ready to go to India a third time. Unfortunately I cannot speak hindi, although english has been always useful. I posted a request in one of those pages for single travelers.
I was very clear that I was a man, requesting to meet men, got few responses, pictures and everything, and the typical questions are you married? (I asume they meant to a woman) and as a matter of fact I was married to a woman. Although my “pussy-ass” belong to my lovers. I had five guys that end up making sporadic conversations.
Sometimes the communication went a little far, although never turn into a full blown sex chat, no pictures or anything. I was surprised how sweet and respectful the guys were, couple from Rajasthan, couple from Kolkata, and one guy from Delhi. The guy from Delhi was the most outgoing and direct, the Rajasthani guys were sweet and romantic. The guys from Kolkata were one muslim and other guys a Hindu.
The Hindu gay was a policeman, super handsome face. The Muslim guy simply gorgeous, sweet puppy eyes.
Landed in Kolkata, and the police guy come to the airport to pick me up, and take me to my hotel. He was fairly educated and polite, my flight arrive very late, and after so many hours of flying around the world I was literally ready to collapse in any bed.
The hotel employee never question, why the guy was helping me all the way to the room? they were polite and respected my privacy.
Once in the room, I mentioned to the police officer that I was extremely tired, and I will shower and go to sleep. he tells me that a good massage can help me to relax. He was somewhat hesitant with his invitation, I said to him, please let me shower and you can give the massage.
After a good quick shower, I was back in the room (as an experience traveller my luggage always has security) so I was not worry, didn’t have to… I trusted the police officer.
He said, that I have a good fit body, adding he wishes to have my weight and legs and ass. (uhmm) He was tall and handsome, thin, but good legs and cute ass, long strong arms (just like the doctor ordered.) little mustache that invited to kiss those meaty lips.
He asked me if I have some sort of oil, if not he said, that he has some scent oil in a roller, that also can be used as perfume, or lubricant.
I said to him, I have some coconut oil!!! -that would do, he responded.
The bed was one those big hotel bed, king size, thin mattress but comfortable. He ordered me to be at the edge of the bed, and after washing his big hands was pouring coconut oil on my back.
First comment, -my friend you have a strong body, not flabby like other guys. -thank you so much.
Second -my friend, your skin is super soft, invites to be touch.
Third -my friend is getting hot here, do you mind if I take my clothes?
Fourth -my friend in order to give a good massage I have to give you a massage in your gluteus too.
I said to him, please go for it…
He actually started to shake, I said to him… -are you ok? my friend?
-Yes, I am ok, just I am little nervous, your skin is fantastic and your muscle is perfect, not like a body builder, not flabby as a pansy… He actually said “pansy”
I said to him… I don’t appreciate the word, because everyone has the right to live, and be as we like.
He apologized profusely… -I didn’t mean it that way, sorry. Is the only word I know in english.
I said to him, it’s ok, I will teach you many other words… like proper words.
For a second, I thought the magic was killed by the used of that word… Pansy. His strong hand continue to caressed my body, I don’t think that it was a massage anymore… suddenly he slowly positioned himself on my back, and I could feel his hard on. He rubbed my back… back and forth, back and forth.
He was getting comfortable, as I didn’t say a word.
Fifth questions? -are you enjoying it my friend?
I said… Yes!!!! you have beautiful touch, big strong hands, I think you know what you are doing. I really appreciate your touch.
Well, my friend the enjoying is mutual, because your body is making me horny… I really want to massage your hole with my tongue…
As before, I said to him “go for it”
He stood next to me and in a flash removed his underwear, oh wow what a beauty… just perfect for me.
He rimmed my ass for a good 18 minutes no rest… it was such a pleasurable experience. He said, he never done this before, although did see on movies and videos.
He was an expert, his tongue was hot, and slime, and long…
Then I want to hug him, and touch his fit thin body, but it seems he was not interested… he told me, he was -interested in giving me all the pleasure, next time it would be your turn.
we did hug a little bit, and the…
Sixth question -my friend, can I fuck you in the back…
I ask him in my ass?
Sorry, in your ass.
All the jet-lag all the tiredness were gone. Here I am, my first night back in India… and having wild sex with a handsome police officer.
I had my condoms in my backpack, he tells me… -we are not going to need lube, your ass is already lubricated.
Then he hugged me softly, tenderly, emotionally, slowly shaken… he maneuver his beautiful cock, slowly in my ass…
He said, I never had a guy like you… he continue, although I don’t generally fuck with guys… but, have to say maybe half dozen in my years.
I didn’t respond, I believe he was talking out of nervousness. I was quiet and enjoying his gorgeous cock getting inside me. Those gorgeous hands caressing me.
Seventh question -do you like it sir?
Oh no!!!! he called me sir… I was devastated… he called me sir… ( I was not that old at all… maybe five years his senior?) he was 32.
Well, I didn’t care, he rhythmically continue penetrating me, softly, slowly, sweetly… kissing my neck, licking my ears. I was thinking, I could fall in love with this guy.
The cock going in, coming out, going in, coming out… I was in Fuck Heaven. He kissed me in the lips, didn’t care, my ass was super clean. I responded to his tenderness, our mouth were wet with love juices…
He had his eyes closed, I was watching him on the mirror in from of the huge bed. The morning light was making our bodies visible. Soft pre dawn light.
Dear sir, my juice is coming out, he moan and groan softly… breathing deeply. Although he had the condom on, I could feel his cum inside me.
Gay sex story of a foreigner’s wild time with a policeman!
He collapse in my back, I think he fall to sleep right away, his cock still inside me, palpitating, moving, like getting ready for a second round.
I slowly pulled his condom out, voila!!! mamma mia… So much cum inside the condom, still under the stupor of a wonderful sexual encounter and half sleep. He rested like Adonis… naked, thin, perfect tights, handsome face, big long strong arms. I contemplated the beauty in front of me. What a treat, thank you so much India, for making such a great lovers.
I will continue in my future kiss-and-tell stories of gorgeous Desi men. I love India, not simply of the gorgeous men and great lovers, but the myriad of flavors, colors, etc.
Thank you for reading…
