60 Years Old : My First Experience With Gay Sex
It was a hot and humid afternoon in Mumbai when I took my car to the garage for servicing at Colaba. The service station would now deliver the car only after two days. So I decided to take the local train to my house at Ville Parle. I somehow managed to board a local train from Churchgate at 7 p.m., which was packed to the brim, as usual. I caught the overhead railing to balance myself and was standing.
I was recently retired from active Govt service. I had lost my wife some 10 years before. My only son was married and well settled in the USA. I was living in a two bedroom flat in Ville Parle.
Just before me , was a 20-year-old boy standing in front with his backpack. He was a fair guy, with slight hair of moustache just beginning to grow. From the look of him, he had slight Mongolian features and presumed he was from North-East. He turned, gave me a broad smile and placed his backpack down. In the jostling crowd, this boy managed to push his buttocks towards my crotch. I had not noticed his intentions, but the boy kept pushing his butts and surprisingly I found myself having a hard – on. Maybe the boy also felt me and my bulge. He turned and smiled at me again.
By this time, I had a full hard-on and the darkness inside the compartment, gave the boy some boldness to let his hand flow back and he started to fiddle and caress my hard-on. I was surprised at his confidence and started the conversation. “ Hi – looks like you have developed some affection towards my hard-on… “ The boy nodded in assent and smiled sheepishly. So I also held his navel and pulled him towards me. I asked him, “ where are you going ?” He said – Malad uncle. I said, “ OK… Since you are interested in playing games, let us get down at Ville Parle and you can come to my house”. He agreed.
I was 60 years old and never had any experience of gay sex. Because I was devoid of any sexual activity ever since I lost my wife, I was feeling titillated and excited.
We alighted from the train at around 8 p.m. I held his hand and we caught an auto-rickshaw to my flat. On the way he mentioned his name was Arun and that he was studying for his BCom-Ist year and was from Meghalaya, living in a paying-guest accommodation at Malad. Gradually he started to place his hands on my thighs and move towards my crotch. I said, “ Have patience, dear. Let us reach home at least.”
Once inside the flat, he started to embrace me. He was 5 ft 4 inches tall whereas I was standing tall at 6 feet. I pulled his cheeks towards me and placed a soft kiss on his full lips and he darted his tongue into my mouth. I was also having a full hard-on and could also feel him growing. We were both drenched in perspiration in the humid weather of Mumbai and I suggested that we both have a bath first and feel fresh. He agreed and said, “ Uncle, I do not have any clothes with me”. I chuckled and winked at him “ After what we are going to engage ourselves, I do not think we will be requiring any clothes.”
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