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I was coming from Gummidipoondi to Chennai Central one day in a local train. It was 10-30 in the morning. There was a choice of window seat and an aisle seat that day but I do not know why I chose an aisle seat. It just happened like that. It turned out to be good. Window seat gives you protection from the crowd and gives you some air (especially welcome in Chennai heat) and views of the outside world and is preferred, as every one knows. Aisle seat always keeps you in touch with the people, which is not very desirable on many days. But, that day, it was precisely the thing I wanted, as it turned out.
By the way, I am Arun, 26, software professional, fair, chubby, slightly overweight, less hair and walk with a womanly gait due to my body structure.
The train became crowded with many standing passengers by the time the train passed 3 or 4 stations on the way. In about 15 minutes, I felt a man's rod touching me on my left shoulder, through the clothes. I liked it. He was standing on my side. The pressure of his manhood on my shoulder increased from time to time due to the passage of time and movement of the travellers. There was also some movement of his body on my shoulder, due to the movement of the train (?). I also enjoy such sensations. I wanted to see how and who he was, but did not want to scare him away by looking straight up. Though he could be encouraged to continue with a simple smile, if it comes to that. I stole a glance at him. He was about 30 years of age, rather handsome, with neatly pressed clothes and a laptop bag and a modern mobile phone with earphones in his pretty ears. He appeared well educated. I continued gentle movement in my seat, which caused happy rubbing on his penis and he appeared to be appreciating. There was a slight hardening of his rod due to my movement. I bent my head, as if looking for something on the floor and my face rubbed against his organ and the tent in his front. While returning to my upright sitting position, I allowed his rod to press on my left ear for a few seconds and I could feel some cool wetness through his clothes. I later came to know that he was not wearing any underwear and there was only a thin fabric of his pants between my skin and the tip of his penis. This time I looked up and smiled at him and offered a few inches of space for him to sit by moving against the passenger on my right. He signalled 'no, thanks' and continued standing and I understood his intention at once. Two passengers sitting opposite to me were dozing off and one was looking out of the window and nobody noticed what was going on, due to the rush in the compartment. After he rubbed his penis for quite sometime happily against my shoulder and my cheek and my left ear, the one in the seat to my right got up to leave. I moved and the one standing to my left who was rubbing against my body with his organ to his heart's content, had to sit. I smiled at him and asked about him and told about myself. Not the true details, of course. You would never disclose your true information with strangers you meet casually on the trains and buses. He told me that his name is Rao, (could be false), a Telugu person like me, and that he is a marketing person working for a big company in Chennai. We talked about this and that for a few minutes. Then the Chennai Central station came and he got up to get down and so did I. We both stepped on the platform.
It became obvious that he did not want to part company with me. My thoughts were similar. I invited him for a cup of coffee in a kiosk on the platform. He agreed. While we were sipping coffee, for which I paid the bill, I asked him casually, if he had any urgent work and if not, we could go to the beach for an hour or two of 'fun'. He agreed to my surprise and happiness. We came out of the station, did not want to waste time, hired an auto and went to the beach. We were both speaking in Telugu, our native language. Our intentions were well known to each other by now, even though we did not say it out loud. In the auto, I told him about my long standing but unfulfilled desire to take someone's penis into my mouth and such and my desire to masturbate someone, etc. I did not care if the autodriver understood my words. It was not likely as it is Tamil land. I asked him to lie down with his head in my lap and I played with his cheeks and lips and his beautiful ears, while we were travelling. He liked it much, as it could be seen from the tent in his teri-wool pants. We got down and he paid for the auto and we walked to the water's edge, which was quite a distance away. I wrapped my right hand around his shoulder and inserted my right hand little finger into his right ear canal and was moving it in gently, while we were walking. He also wriggled and moved his head and added to the movement of my finger in his ear. His left hand now cupped the area in the front of my pants and his intentions had become quite obvious. He was gently pressing on my penis. There was not a big rush in the beach as it was 12 o' clock, mid afternoon in the beach and people were few and far between. He removed his hand two or three times when someone passed us but most of the time his hand was caressing my manhood. I kept my finger in his ear even though someone noticed it with surprise.
At the water's edge, there were some fishermen's boats which were parked there which came up to our shoulder height. When we looked into one boat, we noticed a boy and a girl smooching each other. We sought out another boat which similarly had two young men seriously engaged in so much 'fun' activity, that they did not even notice us. We went to a third boat which was empty and I asked him to go to the middle where the height is less and climb into the boat by stepping on a bundle of fishing nets heaped there. He did as I asked him and I followed him. No one was interested in us. Till now, he had much fun. It is my turn now to have fun. I asked him to bring out his rod into the open. He unzipped his pants and penis sprang out. Surprisingly he was not wearing his underwear. I took it into my right hand and started stroking and massaging it. He asked me if I was not giving him an 'oral'. I told him to be practical and that we do not know each other and about our health status and how could I give him a blow job without knowing that he is free from disease. He smiled and agreed. He said he thought that I had a condom with me. I told him, in mock anger, that it is not my habit to carry condoms in my pocket and to fellate each and every one I come across. I continued my delicious work on his body and he came profusely in about fifteen or twenty minutes. He kissed me on my right ear and continued to press his lips against it while I bent before him and attended to him. A young man, much younger to us, happened to pass by and look at us but I did not stop what I was doing. He stopped to watch for a while and went away after my companion ejaculated. For a minute before he cum-med, my friend extended his tongue into my ear canal, obviously as an indication that he was about to orgasm. After he flooded my fingers, I took out my hand kerchief and wiped my fingers and palm and my ear clean of the wetness here and there. He put it inside his pants, wetness everywhere on it.
Still he did not care. He did not want to waste time with small details. He cupped my face with his hands and kissed me urgently and aggressively everywhere on my cheeks and forehead and eyes and nose and of course, on my lips for quite a long time, all the time making 'hmmm' and 'plch plch' sounds happily. As if he was a husband enjoying kissing his wife. I submitted myself and allowed him to be aggressive with me. After all, I am the one with round big eyes, round face, chubby cheeks and fair complexion. He turned my head and kissed my ears and probed the inside of my ear canals with his tongue, happily for him and happily for me. After his hunger for my face and ears was satisfied, he himself unzipped me, liberated my penis from my underwear, took out a comdom from his laptop bag, clothed my manhood with the condom, and took mine into his mouth. He gave me a heavenly blow job. As if he was an expert in it. I later came to know that he was really an expert in giving orals. My fingers played with his nose and cheeks and lips. I put my fingers into his ears and massaged his ear canals gently. His sucking action on my rod was so heavenly that I ejaculated in less than ten minutes. He appeared disappointed that I came so quickly. I 'blamed' him for it, saying that his lip and tongue action on my penis was so heavenly that I could not hold myself back any longer and had to come quickly. He smiled at my compliment, removed the nirodh himself and wiped my rod clean with his hand kerchief.
I told him that I would have borrowed a condom from him and performed orally upon him, if only I had known that he had condoms with him. He said it was okay with what that happened also.
Our desires satisfied, we climbed out of the fishermen's boat and sat on the sand and talked about his work and my job and exchanged our mobile numbers and promised to keep in touch. I visited his room and he came to my room several times afterwards. I bought some condoms and performed fellatio on him several times, to my heart's content, but always with condoms. Both of us followed this safety precaution. My tongue always invaded his ear canals and he licked my ears and ear canals with his tongue. We lip kissed each other in a heavenly manner whenever we visited each other's rooms. We did not risk it in the beach after we came to know about our bachelor accommodations. We lived happily thereafter - well, for one and half years, till he got a better job elsewhere and moved away.
I am again in search of such a handsome, lovely and wonderful partner to satisfy my mouth and my tongue.
Beaches and sea fronts and fishermen's boats are happy places to 'relax' in more than one way.
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