Indian Gay Sex Story of a Dark Rainy Night: 1

Indian Gay Sex Story: It was late Friday night in August. In August torrential rains are not unusual to Pune city. I worked for a manufacturing company in PCMC limits and stayed in a rented room in Hadapsar, all the way across the Pune city. These two ends of my travel were already a nightmare even in dry days of summer and winters, and it was almost 10:45 on one torrential rainy night.

I had a long way to go and that was only thought that was running in my head while I was finishing my work. Finally… all work done, it was time to leave. It must have been well past 11 in night. Rains had no intention to stop and sounded even more ferocious. Reception area was already converted into a make shift sleeping area by the security guard. I stepped out and he closed and locked the door behind me.

On way to nearest bus stop, I was already drenched. The winds were were battering my face with cold wet air that smelt of fuel smoke. I reached the bus stop and sat on the bench waiting for bus to Pune Station from where I would take another bus or a cab. Sound of rain on bus stop roof was even more loud. I longed for warmth.

I think I must have lost myself thinking about financial audits next week. I didn’t notice that a cab driver had pulled up at the bus stop and was calling out to me. He honked and that snapped me out of my thoughts. Without asking any questions, I jumped into the back seat.

I asked the driver to drop me off at Pune station which he politely declined as he was on his way home and could take me half the distance into PMC limits. I said fine. I too wanted to go home, though I was unsure of next travel plans.

It was pretty dark outside. Power switched off due to torrential rains. We must have driven for 15 – 20 mins. The rains were ever increasing. He then asked me if I really wanted to go where I wanted to go. He offered me to stay at his place for the night which was just few minutes from where we were.

I was already feeling cold and was worried about going any further. The cabbie sounded nice, polite and genuine. I had nothing to lose, except for few hundreds of rupees and a credit card, I had left valuables back in my office locker. I responded affirmatively to the cabbie.

In next few minutes we drove into a not so affluent locality with buildings having one or two floors. The car lights went off and it went pitch dark, with just the sound of rain. Using mobile phone flash light, he walked briskly towards a staircase and I followed him without a word.

I could only see silhouette of the building. The staircase lead us to upper floor into a passage with a row of doors on left side. On my right was balcony edge from I could barely make out cab in the rapid rains. He lead me to third door, his home, and a place to crash, for me.

We got in and he locked the door from inside. No power, no lights. Using his mobile flash light, he first reached to a rack and lighted up a candle. The room slowly lit up in the flickering light of the candle. For first time in that dim light, I noticed that the room was not too big. Barely an 8 ft by 10 ft room with a wooden bed at far end, a small desk with a kerosene stove on left and a small suitcase on right. That was all.

And then Rajesh, my cabbie, broke silence in soft voice and asked me to make myself comfortable, though he sounded a bit apologetic. I thanked him for whatever he had to offer but thoughts were running in my mind about two men, one of them wet and shivering, spending night in such a small room with one small bed. He saw me shivering and perhaps also read my thoughts.

He politely suggested dropping all inhibitions, taking off all clothes and wrapping myself with the blanket he had. Leaving my underwear pants on, I gave my clothes to Rajesh which he hung up on the clothes line across the room. He put on the stove to make some black tea for me, something hot for me to drink. My mind was still racing – how do we sleep.

I learnt Rajesh was from a distant village, done bachelors in commerce but was working as cabbie since he had no job. This was the room that he could afford and needed to stay in the city for his job. It was really stripped down place with barest minimum essentials. He was doing everything to save money.

Indian gay sex story of a dark rainy night with a cabbie

While he was talking, he took off his shirt exposing his toned young chest. His skin appeared to be darker than mine in that dim light. I could see the candle light filtering through his dark curly thick chest hair. Next the pants came off and he was on bare minimums; unapologetic as that was logical at that moment.

I scanned his body toe to head, calfs, thighs, abdomen, chest, forearms covered in thick curly hair. He had raised his hands to hang his clothes exposing thick bush under his arms. I felt a sudden twitch in my undies. He noticed me scanning him and I lost a heartbeat. He just smiled and ignored…

TO BE CONTINUED…