Indian Gay Sex Story of a Surprise Bus Encounter
Indian Gay Sex Story: Hi guys, this is Varun. This is my first story, actually first of few experiences I would like to share. I would appreciate any feedback you have as well as a chance to connect. To get on with the tale, I was on my way back from Ahmedabad, and silly me, I thought I would book flight ticket at the airport itself.
Well, as fate would have it, all flights from Ahmedabad to Mumbai were booked and I was left stranded. Now my only other option was to take a bus. There were plenty AC Sleepers that run between two cities, but I have never been a big fan of sleepers. Part of it is because I am 6 feet tall, and that narrow space hardly fits me, and partly because I always get stuck with a snoring uncle and the whole journey just becomes unbearable.
To draw a sketch of mine before we move forward, I am 24, living in Mumbai for past 2 years. I am 6 Ft. tall, Broad shoulders and a jawline to kill for. I am not fair, but what people would describe as the colour of light wheat, with sharp features that many girls have fallen for. Coming back, I booked an AC bus that had good ratings and seemed like an OK option.
I was to board the bus at 8 pm near Gandhi Chowk, so I reached the place at 7:45. But my bad luck wasn’t done yet, and the bus was an hour late. I decided to just roam around with my small luggage bag and went to nearby vendor for a smoke. In that moment, all my bad luck turned around.
The man I saw standing there, smoking a dunhill was the perfection I have always imagined. Perfectly chiseled jawline, rugged stubble and deep black eyes. He was 5’10”-5’11” with black hair, Round face and muscular frame. I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
A minute earlier, I was cursing the travels for delaying the bus, and here I stood wishing the bus never comes. However, my happiness ended within 2 seconds when he finished his stick and left from there. absent mindedly, I lighted a cigarette all the while thinking about that hot guy ( Zeeshan, but to be fair I didn’t know his name yet).
In another 15 minutes or so , I got a call form the operator that bus has reached pickup point, and is waiting for me. The hot piece of manliness has occupied my mind so much that I almost missed the bus. Hurriedly, I reached there and boarded the bus. But god works in mysterious ways. I opened the curtains to my sleeper, and waiting for me in there is the guy I almost missed my bus for.
That was the moment I knew I have to make the most of next 10 hours. He smiled and said Hi!! And went back to watching FRIENDS on his phone. I got settled in the sleeper. There was only 1 blanket in there, and before we knew it, we were sharing the same. By this time, Bus has left the city and the lights were on dimmer.
There was sort of electricity between us, I could feel it but was afraid to make the first move. My legs were touching his legs due to lack of space, and man oh man, they were so warm. I wanted that warmth wrapped in my arms, but I was aware that if I make a move and got shot down, the whole journey will be very awkward.
I thought of distracting myself, so I started reading my unfinished novel on Kindle, facing away from him. After a while I realised that his hands have been resting on my ass for quite sometime and none of us had moved. Then I faced him(with some distance between our faces), and tried to peek in his phone. He was playing some stupid game.
He saw me peeking and we started chatting. I got to know his name is Zeeshan, he works as investment banker in Mumbai and went for a client meet to Ahmedabad. Just like me, he also couldn’t get a flight out and hence, as romantic novels would write it, fate decided that we meet. We talked about life, favourite authors and what not.
I complimented him on his cuteness and I swear to god, I saw a momentary glimpse in his eyes. I decided to take it a step ahead. So I asked him about his romantic life, about his girlfriend, and as soon as he said he is single, I swear I was grinning.
Zeeshan: I work 16 hours a day, then gymming and then hanging out with friends. Hardly any time to date.
Me: I understand. I give the same reason to myself, although I am sure some of my friends might be convinced I am Gay.
Zeeshan: That wouldn’t be so bad. You are an attractive guy. Any man who dates you will be very lucky.
Me: Coming from you, that’s a compliment.(I was blushing) And then we started talking about which Hollywood actor would we date if we were gay.
I said Matt Bomer and he chose Henry Cavil. By that time it was time for dinner. So the bus stopped at a Highway retreat, and we both got down. He excused himself to make a call and I went in to buy some snacks. After that I decided to se the washroom before boarding the bus again, and he walked in right behind me.
Now this place was a little behind the restaurant and kind of dark and smelly (Just the way highway washrooms are). There were only two urinals next to each other, and kind of cramped. I took out my monster and started to pee.
He did the same, and the divider between urinals was so small that I can see his dick if I peeked a little over. I decided against peeking thinking what would he think of me.
While peeing, I turned my head towards him and saw him peeking a glimpse of my dick. He saw that he’s caught in the act and started looking the other side. Before I could make another eye contact, he finished off, washed his hands and left the washroom. Now I had all the signs I needed.
This guy was as much interested in me as I was in him, and now, I desperately wanted him. I couldn’t find him outside washroom also, and my sixth sense said he must have gone back to the bus. I found him sitting on the sleeper in bus, and I realised we are the only two people in the bus at that moment, everyone else is still busy with dinner.
He wasn’t making any eye contact, pretending to look into his phone. His expressions were clearly a mix of shame and awkwardness. I faced him, looking into his eyes and asked him what’s the matter? He replied nothing, all the while stealing the gaze away. I knew, it’s now or never.
I held his face from his chin, lifts it and planted a small kiss on his lips. He was surprised. I could see his expressions changing from disdain to happiness. None of us said anything but our eyes spoke a volume. He moved towards me, hugged me tightly and we were lip-locked again.
By that time people have started coming back, so we lied down and pretended to be half asleep. In some time, the bus was moving again and we were just lying there, looking at each other. After a while, the nights were dimmed again and we both smiled at the same time. I decided to tease him a bit.
Me: Lights off. Time to sleep. Nighty night Zeeshan.
Zeeshan: (playfully) You try to sleep and I’ll kill you right here.
Me: Then what do you have in mind?
Zeeshan: How about I show you that?
And with this, he disappeared inside the blanket. Within seconds, I could feel a hand on my crotch, exploring and I started responding. He unclipped my belt, opened the button of my jeans and his hands were inside. I cannot describe how he was moving so comfortably in that cramped up space, but it was heaven.
His hands entered my boxers and then he was fondling my penis. Before long, I was fully erect, 8 inches of manliness in his hands and he was stroking it. Then he shifted a little and his I felt a wetness on my penis. His tongue was hot and humid, and it was making me crazy.
He knew how to excite me perfectly, and to my surprise he was able to take whole 8 inches in his mouth without any trouble. I started working his pants, then reached inside and found the hottest dick I had seen. It wasn’t so big, around 5 inches but it was thick.
All I wanted to do was stick it down my throat in 69, but the space didn’t permit that. I was stroking it vigorously, and he was sucking me like a pro. After 20 mins or so, I asked him to come up. We started kissing as soon as he surfaced, and I can taste my precum. It was the hottest feeling ever.
We were both half naked inside the blanket, wrapped around each other in a moving bus. His hands started to explore my chest while I was paying with his ears and biting his neck. Then I went inside the blanket and started sucking on his candy. It was so thick, I could hardly wrap my lips around it, and yet I couldn’t get enough of it.
After 10 minutes, I could feel zeeshan tremble and his feet curl, and I knew he is about to cum. So we switched positions, with me inside his mouth and he in my hands. We both came soon, almost simultaneously and completely drained.
Indian gay sex story of a super hot encounter in a sleeper bus
I came inside his mouth, 6 thick shots of cum, last one dripping out from his lips and covering his chin. He came on my hands and I licked it all like nectar. Completely emptied, we lied together in each others arms, still half naked, my limp cock resting on his things.
He was playing with my hair, and I in turn was stroking his chest, flicking his nipples. I wished time would stop and we could stay like this, but given we were in a bus, we got dressed, and slept off in a while.
When I woke up in the morning, he has already deboarded at Andheri, and I found a card by my head that read, Zeeshan Ahmed, Risk and securities analyst and his phone number.
We did catch up again, in Mumbai, but that’s a tale for another time.
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