Indian Gay sex story
As far back as I could remember, it was just my mom and I at home. When I would ask about my Dad she would always tell me that he was bad and had been killed by the police. As much as I asked, she would never give me any details.
I celebrated my seventeenth birthday early during my final year of high school. A couple of my friends took me camping that weekend and introduced me to the pleasures of sex with another male. Somehow, when they had suggested sex, deep inside I felt that I already had, although I hadn’t.
By the time we returned home that Sunday night, I was experienced at sucking cock and totally enjoyed getting fucked or fucking another male ass. Most weekends we would get together for sex and would pick up guys at the park to have fun with. I knew that I was totally Gay.
I was out of school for the week and enjoying having my buds over when mom was at work. That Tuesday morning before leaving she had been checking her e-mails and seemed upset. After she left, I noticed that she had not closed he e-mail inbox. I got nosey.
As I began going through them I noticed several from a Dipal. That was my Dad’s name but how could he be sending e-mails if he was dead as she said.
I copied down his address and went to my own computer and wrote him. I told him who I was and asked if he was my Dad and what my mother had been telling me for years. I also asked where he lived and what his address was.