Indian Gay sex story – Hot new Gay sex experience – Part 2

I was torn…  Tarun was the first man I had ever talked to about my sexual desires.  He was the only man I had ‘given into.’  I wanted to see more pictures of him… and wanted so much more, but having never physically been with a man, being married, and not really knowing if who he was saying he was true made it all the more difficult.  He had told me he was 60 and married… that was the extent of what I knew.

I had been a couple of days, since I had last sent Tarun anything.  When his e-mail came in, I was both excited and nervous.  He asked how I was doing.  He wanted to make sure I was okay.  He knew I was feeling guilty, but wasn’t pushy.

“You sound like a hot and sexy man and I’d love to see more of you.”  He said in his e-mail.

I wanted for a bit to respond…  I wanted to see more of him too!  I was just scared…  my curiosity and desire overcame my fear.

“I can’t stop thinking about what it would feel like to stroke it and caress your balls.  Feeling you grow in my hand.  Or to sit down slowly on your lap.”  I replied.

His response had me so hot!

“As you’re touching yourself, think of what I would do to you while you’re laying there.  Maybe moisten your finger and play with your butthole too (I started doing this).  I sure as hell would do that to you!   I’d love to give you a nice rimjob too!  While you masturbate, think of how good it would feel as I suck your hot cum out of your cock and swallow. Mmmmmm!”

Fuck… that sounds so amazing.  I wanted it!  I wanted him!  I wanted his tongue in between my legs, licking up my crack to my hole and diving it in and out.   GOD YES!!!

Our e-mails continued discussing the ways we would fuck.  I would press my hard cock against his hole.  As I continued pressing, his hole would pull my foreskin back and my head would slowly enter him.  Then I would slide the rest of the way into him, until my balls were resting against his cheeks…  we would stay still as my dick is not exactly small, so his hole was used to it.  Then I would slowly slide back out.  Nice long strokes…  speeding up, as he moaned beneath me.  I’m biting my lip in concentration.  He feels so good to me.  He is lying on his back.  As I slide in and out of him, I run my hands up his torso, through his salt and peppered chest hair.  I am feeling his nipples…  I slam deep inside of him and explode in the most amazing orgasm I have experienced.

I come back out of my day dream and have shot my own load into my hand… These e-mails were amazing, but… I wanted more.  Tarun had mentioned that his wife would be going out of town in the next couple of months and I should come visit him.  That would be an incredible first experience I thought.  Tarun was so gentle and supportive.  I trusted him.  He had told me where he lived, but how would I get out there.  Was there any reason for me to travel there that would not include my wife joining me.  There was a corporate headquarters for the company I worked for there.  It was starting to come together in my mind.

“Maybe I could go out for a job training?'”  I thought to myself.  I started to formulate the plan…

It wouldn’t be a long trip, just a 3 day training.  I had a month to plan for it.  I started to mention something to my wife about an opportunity, but that it would require a trip for training.  She asked if she would be able to go.  I said maybe, but we wouldn’t be able to be together most of the time.  As it was not a required training, I would have to pay for the flights…  but there was advancement potential with the training!  After some time of discussion, she agreed it was a great opportunity.

I told Tarun…  I was overcome with nerves.

“I booked a flight for 3 days, during the dates you said your wife is out of town… no pressure.  We don’t have to meet… but I can’t stop thinking about you.”  I said in my e-mail.

Tarun’s response, as always, put me right at ease.

“Hi Vimal, I would love to have you visit me.  Do you already have a place to stay?  We even have a spare room at my house.”  He said in his reply.

He was amazing.  He did not presume anything by my visit.  The only thing he did was be kind, gentle, and supportive.  This would be special.  The month could not have gone by slower.  We talked about things to do there, and my stay.  He told me how he was a great teacher and we could take it as slowly as I wanted.  I told him that I had never been with a guy before, so I didn’t know how I would do.  I was concerned that I wouldn’t have good enough stamina (his pictures always had me cumming so quickly). He said he was not concerned about any of that.

Finally the day had arrived.  My wife took me to the airport and dropped me off.  I kissed her goodbye and headed in.

“What am I doing?!?”  I thought.  “I don’t want a relationship with a man!”

As I was flying towards him, my thoughts kept going through this pattern of guilt, reason, and then would end on lust.  As I pulled up the pictures that Tarun had sent me.  There was not doubt in my mind that I wanted his cock… I wanted to taste it, to taste him!  He was coming to pick me up from the airport, too.

I had let him know which flight I was coming in on, so he was just going to pull up and I would get in his car.  My heart was racing.  I stepped out of the auTarunatic doors.  I looked down the long line of cars, then I saw him.  He waved at me and smiled.  I considered ignoring it, like he must have had me confused with someone else and jumping in a taxi… but his smile was so genuine and kind.  I wasn’t scared of him.  I blushed and smiled back.  I got to his car and without hesitating he gave me a full frontal hug.  I felt his body pressed against mine.  I was embarrassed, but knew he must have felt my half hard erection in my pants, too.  When we parted he looked down, but-again-just smiled at me.

“Nice to meet you Vimal.”  He said.

“Yeah,” I responded.  “It’s good to meet you, too.”  I was still blushing, but his unassuming demeanor helped me be at ease.

He threw my bag into the back of his car and I climbed in the passenger side.

“Well, I am glad you came out to visit.  I think you and I will have a great time together!”  He said it confidently and patted my thigh.

He didn’t move his hand off my thigh.  It was comforting and invigorating at the same  time.  Just his touch sent tingles through my body.  My cock was responding to even this…  I didn’t know what I was doing, but I did know that I wasn’t going to waste any moment of this trip.  I put my hand on top of Tarun’s.  I started to move it further up my thigh.  He was driving, but I was hard in my jeans.  He let me slide his hand over the top of my crotch.  He squeezed my cock through my jeans.  I almost came right there.  He let go of my package and took my hand over to his lap.

“This is it…” I thought.  I had never touched another man before.  I was about to feel Tarun.  He brought my hand to the top of his thigh, then let it rest there.

“I’m not going to force you into anything, you don’t want to do.”  Tarun said, matter-of-factually.

His easy going, no pressure , had me so hot for him.  I wanted to do anything and  everything with him!  I let my hand travel up to his crotch.  I could feel his cock clearly through his pants.  Really clearly… He wasn’t wearing underwear!  I started to rub him over his pants and watched as his dick started to swell.  We were now on the highway out of the Airport area.

“How long is the drive to your house?” I asked casually.

“It’s about 35 minutes at this time of day.”  He said just as casual.

I wanted to see his cock that I was feeling up.  I wanted to feel the heat from it’s skin on my hand, but now… even more… I wanted to taste it!  I reached for the button on his trousers, he didn’t stop me.  He just smiled at me more…

“I’m sorry, if this is too fast… I’ve just never felt another man before… is this okay?”  I asked embarrassed.

“You do whatever makes you feel comfortable.  I want us to be good friends!”  Tarun said, and he moved how he was sitting, so I had better access to his zipper.

He was so hot.  He was probably 5’9, or 5’10.  His body was in shape, not ripped, but natural.  I could see the salt and pepper chest hair peaking out the top of his shirt.  I liked hair on men.  It made them feel more like men.  I also liked older, I think that made me feel safer.  I pulled his zipper down slowly, taking my time to consume this experience.  His pubic hair was darker, but still had the flecks of grey and white in it.

Then I saw the base of his cock.  It was thick!  As I continued to pull the zipper down, his cocked bounced out of his trousers.  It was just like his pictures, only… I was right there.  My mouth was watering, as his half hard cock throbbed in anticipation.  I wrapped my fingers around it and Tarun moaned.

“Ooohhh, that’s very nice Vimal.”  He said.

His moan made me want him so bad!  I reached my other hand over and ran it down beneath his semi hard penis, to feel his heavy sack.  His balls filled my hand completely and I couldn’t hold them both at once.  He moaned, again, in pleasure, as I fondled and groped his balls.  I could see a drop of precum on the slit of his light purple head.  I ran my finger over his tip to wipe it, then brought it to my mouth, sucking my finger clean and tasting him for the first time.  It tasted different than anything I had expected.  The taste wasn’t overwhelming.  It kind of just tasted like he smelled, but was thick like spit.

“God Vimal, you are so hot!”  Tarun said, staring as I sucked my finger.

That was it for me.  I was ready.  I wanted to take every inch of his cock into my mouth and throat AND I wanted the load that he had in there leaking out.  I leaned over and licked the tip of his cock.

“Ooohhh yeah…” Tarun said.

I opened my mouth and engulfing his entire head in my mouth.  He was still not fully erect, so I went down further.  I was able to bury my face all the way into his lap.  I had his entire 4 and a bit inches in my mouth.  It was thick, but I could handle it.  I could feel it swelling more in my mouth.  It was everything I had imagined doing with him, but

it was real!  His cock was lengthening AND thickening (if it was possible).  I felt his head getting to the back of my throat.  While I had never done this before, I knew my gag reflex was good.  I’ve always brushed my teeth and the back of my tongue with no problems.  I let his cock expand my jaw and fill my mouth completely.

“Oh God, Vimal.  You are so fucking hot!”  Tarun ran his hand from the back of my head, down the back of my shirt, so his hand was touching my back skin.

I started to pull off his, now, completely engorged cock.  I got to the tip and swirled my tongue around it taking in every taste of his precum, again.  Then went all the way back down to the base, as it pressed hard against the back of my throat.  I started to bob my head up and down in his lap, as I sucked, blew, and licked his hot cock.  I was still fondling and teasing his sack with one hand.  He was stroking me and moaning in approval.

I had never been so turned on in my life!  I wanted him, so bad, to fill my mouth with his daddy juices.  He had started to gently hump my face helping my timing and rhythm.

“Vimal, I’m getting close…”  He said to me.

That spurred me on even more.  I sucked and licked and squeezed…  I felt his scrotum tightening up and, with a grunt and thrust, Tarun shot a hot Jet of his juices to the back of my throat.  I swallowed it easily.  I wanted it!  His second jet came so fast after, I took it without a chance of breath.  I started to pull back, because I didn’t just want to swallow it, I wanted to taste it.  Tarun thought I was trying to stop, so he pulled back too.  His cock came out of my mouth completely, which was not my goal, just as his third spurt shot out.  It went up the side of my nose towards my eye, but not in it.  I quickly threw my mouth back over his erupting cock.  I drank each drop of his cum, as his cock throbbed and spurted in my mouth.

It was incredible.  His cum had move flavor to it.  If I could describe it, I would say it just tasted like him.  It was salty and thick, but tasted like he smelled.  His cock had stopped cumming, but I wanted to make sure I didn’t miss anything.  Tarun patted my back.

“It’s okay Vimal, there is plenty more pleasure for us this weekend.”  He said smiling.

As I sat up, I realized we were at his house.  Parked in his garage.  I missed the whole drive enjoying his body.

Tarun laughed out loud.

“What?” I asked.

He didn’t respond, he just wiped a finger up the side of my nose, taking his cum from my face he put his finger in his mouth.

“I think we are going to have a great time during your visit!”  He said, as he sucked his own cum from his finger.