This is my own story which is little long but read it completely, you will enjoy if you like real gay erotica. This incident happened a few months ago, in September. I met this guy on a flight while coming back from Chicago. I had gone there for some office work. The flight was late in the night, and it was delayed by almost an hour. I was tired, and I tried to take a small nap while I was on the flight. Unfortunately, the nap lasted for only 20 minutes or so, and I woke up due to turbulence. I opened my eyes and glanced over. A middle-aged guy was sitting next to me and was reading something on his mobile. Unable to sleep again, I just started looking outside the window. There wasn’t much to see because of the night and dark rain clouds. I peeked at his mobile screen and tried to see what he was so engrossed about. It seemed like an e-book and I tried to read a few lines to figure out what kind of book it was.
Shreeja and Neha looked at their husbands lovingly. They both have bonded together very well and they were glad since they themselves have been inseparable since childhood. Naman put an arm around his new buddy Raghav and looked back at his wife chatting happily with her friend. He announced they are going into his study for watching the game and having a few drinks.
I was quite a skinny man at 18 and hadn’t quite filled out yet. I was not too attracted to girls, but Mom said that I would eventually. Because I didn’t care if girls looked at me or not, I never tried to get a hot body. I had a best friend, Shane with whom high school was not that hard. But one day things changed. That’s my story of how my best friend became my lover.
I was a part of our college football team and had practice that afternoon. I arrived at the locker room to change and saw this skinny older guy. He was wearing spectacles and talking to coach. That was the first time I saw Laurent. Later I found out that he was a visiting Maths professor. He taught at the university. We slowly became friends, even though we were from opposite spectrum. I was a jock and he was more interested in theorems. Everything seems so good so far right? It went way too far from just studies and I ended up having sex with my maths professor.
This is the final part of my story Gay Experience with a stranger. I will write in continuation of the cross dresser sex and how he fucked my Asshole.
At eighteen years old, I knew I was different from most other guys my age. I played football, but didn’t sleep around like most of my peers. I did get my dick sucked by one cheerleader but I was barely able to come. I had started realising that maybe I like gay sex. I had masturbated to images of a naked movie star and there was one boy that I fancied. Jacob had made a move but because I had an image to keep I rebuffed it.
The stock market today had given me a lot of profit, I was on the way to my apartment. I will have to wait for 10 full stations. I took a seat and started scrolling my phone, I had a lousy weekend ahead of me, many people had sent messages asking about my weekend plans. Two stations had passed and I was starting to feel sleepy, I gazed around me and found a cute guy staring at me. He had a huge book in his hand and a bag-pack, most likely a college student I thought. As soon as he noticed me looking at him, he turned away. The next station arrived and he stood up, it was a bummer, I thought he was leaving but instead he offered his seat to an old lady. How humble of him, didn’t know generations like these still existed. I noticed his broad shoulders and sleek back, when the seat next to me got empty I gently tapped on his shoulders and asked him to sit next to me. He got all shy but took the seat, “hey” I said, “hii”, he replied he had brown eyes and matching brown his frizzy hair which fell on his eyes. Until then, I had no idea that things are going to get hot and he will become my subway gay partner.
I am Sagar, a 24-year aged man, or woman you might say. I started loving the clothes of the woman since my teenage and I like turning into a woman. I always use to wear women’s nightwear while sleeping and even during the day I used to wear a bra and panty under my men’s wear. It used to give me immense pleasure. One day, I went to watch a late night movie. Beside me, a handsome man was sitting. After half an hour or so, I felt his hands caressing my thighs. I was a little confused but I was enjoying his touch. So, I let it be. His caress deepened and my erection was getting stronger with each stroke. Slowly his hands touched my hard cock and I sucked in my breath.
I came out as gay to my parents when I was around 25 years old. I knew that I wasn’t attracted to girls, but I was finding it difficult to have a meaningful relationship. I wanted hugs and cuddles, quiet nights with my partner just watching a movie and hot sex of course! I did meet attractive men of my age, but most were just wanting to have fun or wanted to explore. I wanted more, something more long term. And I guess it was because of this, that I didn’t find many partners. My sex partners were also reducing as I would start checking if he could be the one. I badly needed a passionate night with a gay partner soon.
The first time I had sex with a man when I was nineteen. I knew I was attracted to other men and boys but in my very traditional family homosexuality wasn’t even talked about. I didn’t realise what my feeling meant. But that night, my first gay sex experience with a man changed everything.
I was nervous on the first day of college. I had never stayed away from home. But now I was in a dorm full of unknown faces. I liked playing football, so I had decided to sign up for trials. The first day of the trial, I saw him – Jonah. He was a quarterback and quite the looker. All the girls would surround him after practice, and he would go home with a new girl every night. How did I know about his night-time activities? Well you see, he lived in the same dorm as me, in fact just opposite my room. He was due to move into a sorority house, but he was putting up here for now.