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Hello guys! I am Stanis (sinats.sinats@gmail.com). This is my first story and probably the last. (**SOME MALAYALAM CONVERSATION AHEAD**) I am bi. From young age to thirty-two (when I got married), I lived my life in a boarding school or hostel. So, no surprise that I enjoy gay sex a great deal.
After marriage, I realized that gay sex is even better. So, I don't usually miss an opportunity. A problem with me is that I am extremely shy and timid. Today I am a lecturer in a Mumbai college, but I am not very adventurous. I try something naughty only if I am very sure of a positive response. I also don't like just any gay person, even very appealing ones; I don't like wild sex.
I enjoy a romantic sexual atmosphere. I am a voracious reader of this site. I hate western porn which is wild and mechanical. I get turned on by young, lean, nostalgic looking guys. More about me: I am 5.5; somewhat fair; is laid back and shy by nature; lean, firm, healthy and look boyish though I'm forty now; an average Mallu hunk. But the surprising thing is, many girls and boys like me. In the school and college, I had many friends and a lot of romance – always initiative is from the other side. I had an inter-caste(religious) marriage with a supposedly liberated Nair girl from Mumbai after much romance, kissing and petting, many adventures and bitter opposition.
We are now a great couple; the neighbor’s envy. But our sex life is all my initiative (which I don't enjoy), usually eating her deep between her legs. I give her an orgasm almost every night, but she turns away after that. I have to fuck her between her legs often and play with her attractive boobs. Since I have professed gender equality, there's no choice dear. Oh... she's great, gorgeous, extremely loving (otherwise!), and that is my weakness. The saying is right: sex is always outside marriage. Among the hell lot of gay sex I have had, the one I like best and remember everyday is the following.
Once, about five years back, I was traveling from Vytilla to Kollam by a fast passenger of the KSRTC. I got in at around 7.00 pm. It was a new type Ganeshan bus with the back door closed; you ought to get in and get off from the front door. The bus was coming from Thrissur and was nearly full; many had already been standing. Since I had to travel long, I went towards the rear seat and in the very last one, I thought, there'd be some space to squeeze in.
When I tried, an old man scolded me and told me to sit towards the corner where another young lad was sitting because the oldie wanted to stretch his legs. I obeyed and sat where he ordered me to.
As the bus moved, I surveyed my co-passengers. Hm... the young man next to me is sitting carefree and dozing off. In the stupor of sleeping, he looked innocent... may be eighteen or twenty, but slightly taller than me. Lean and on the fairer side. Longish face and beautifully prominent lips. Doesn't look cheerful but innocently boyish and guarded. Doesn't appear to be a talkative type. There is a CHANDANA KURI with a tiny red spot on his forehead even in the night. “Must be a very religious chap...” I grumbled to myself.
Any way, I thought, he's going to be sitting there some more time; or else, he would've been awake and on the look out for his bus stop. Wearing a white jeans and a brown full sleeve shirt; the sleeves are rolled up. There's a nice Titan watch on his wrist. Shirt is tucked in and so the bulge is visible if you care to look. The old man is disturbing me, trying to strike a conversation about the elections. I gave him a devil-may-care look and turned away from him toward my attraction; he kept quiet.
I squeezed myself further in and adjusted myself comfortably cozying up towards the boy. The old man relented, since he was sitting on the edge stretching his legs. Gently, and as if by fluke, I placed my right elbow on his thigh, and at every jolt or right turn, pressed it on his left thigh. No reaction, no resistance. If I could touch the centre of my love even in sleep, without his knowing, that's good enough – I thought. But my moves, as usual, are very circumspect, slow.
Suddenly the bus ran into a bump and there was such a great jerk. With that I slipped my elbow between his thighs, touching nearly his crotch. But with the jerk, he also got up and surveyed the environment. Immediately I pretended to doze; he looked at me and became very conscious of my hand in the wrong place. But what to do... the poor guy next to him was asleep; he couldn't take offense. He did nothing and held the front seat with both his hands; a nice thing for him to do. I was happy. I now have more space to doze and fall on his chest and dig deeper between his legs with my elbow. Kerala transport stops for none... it moves on.
I opened my eyes partially and looked at him quietly; no real sign of pleasure or displeasure. But I learnt that he won't easily oppose me doing a thing or two in sleep. Seems to be well-mannered guy, I thought. Now, we must take advantage of the well-mannered guys, right? I pressed my elbow deeper and leaned more towards his chest as if in sleep. He did not resist. More... he likes me, yes. I may be having a polished look. A sweet hunk, tired, worn out and sleepy...! He adjusted himself for me. But no sign at all that there is something more than good manners in this drama.
But I noticed that he has spread his legs a bit more... but may be that is just for my comfort. So far, though my elbow is on him, my forearm is still on my own right thigh. So, in the next jerk, my right forearm was thrown to the other side and fell directly on his bulge. I sensed that it is probably semi-hard. But he is still the nice guy... politely making me sleep on his chest.
He smells good... his dark brown shirt has a gentle manly aroma. I am now in two minds... whether to go for it or just leave the poor fellow free. Hey... may not receive another chance, boss, I tell myself. With the next violent jolt of the Kerala transport, I pressed on his bulge hard enough to avoid all doubts and kept it there to obtain the signal... either YES or NO.
Did I get the signal? Yes... for sure. I could feel something growing under my arm; his mouths became dry, and breath deep. His body arched upward a little – that was the sign I was waiting for. He rested his head and hands on the front seat as if to cover the show, to let me begin the game. Till nothing is so much sure, I would say. If he objects? I am still in pretentious sleep.
He must be aware of my pretension. but if he's not? Many teenagers may like it but may not allow you to do it actually. I just moved my lips across his breast and rested my palm on his huge bulge. He didn't say a word... still pretending to sleep, I just held his bulge and gently massaged his inner thigh. He didn't object. Now... that's enough. Every doubt cleared. We have reached Alappuzha.
The bus is now full. When we reached medical college junction, I opened my eyes and looked at him straight. In the dim light of the KSRTC bus, I saw his boyish but coy reaction; he's pail but hungry for it; he looked away towards the window as if to say “You do what you want; I like it but I'm too reserved.” There was a deep brooding look in his eyes. I was sure that he wouldn't talk a word. It would all end when he gets down, I thought. Though he's fair and well-groomed, there is a rural innocence about him; also, something of a mixture of a bit polished rusticity.
A middle class rural dude. By sitting in a slanting position toward the window, I made it impossible for the old man to see anything happening. Moreover, he is now in spirited conversation with a fat and dark middle-aged man standing opposite to him. I am gently massaging his thighs and crotch... then I noticed that he had taken his shirt out may be at the Alappuzha bus stand. So he seems to be ready for action. I searched for the zip and when I found it, it was so difficult to open. I cursed the men's wear industry. He lifted himself slightly and held back his tummy so that I can open the zip. I did just that. He was wearing a white underwear.
But I was not looking at all this so much, because I cannot show anyone what I was doing, right? He now spread his legs and is allowing me to explore. I caught his cock through the unddie and felt a little bit of wetness on it. Nice slippery fluid that the heavens send us. I gently put my hand in and held his cock inside... my goodness... what a great feeling. Doesn't seem to be a fat one but longer than mine, I thought. I felt its tip which is oozing fluid. I massaged its tip and put my finger slightly into its opening.
He moved a bit in moaning. Then I pulled it out from the unddie and look at it. Through the dim light it looked marvelous... God... the best thing on earth is an erect and beautiful dick. It is definitely longer than mine... in fact longer than I thought. Beautiful with a slight downward bent at its head. I can't lick or suck it. What a predicament... I cursed everybody including myself. I opened its head gently. He is now moving his body slightly at the height of pleasure. I thanked fortune for the opportunity. My boy had the look of an actor in his youth.
Alas! all of a sudden he freed himself from me and anxiously looked outside. It is punnapra. He put his dick inside and pulled up his zip. Not saying a word, got up to go. I looked at him pleading with him to stay. “Give yourself to me, my dear...” But you need to know teenage psyche. They won't risk that much. Yes, he looked at me sadly while slowly moving ahead through the crowd. Now, poor me. I lost my chance. I cursed myself for being too slow. Pondered oh.. if I had only done it differently... this way and that.
But, for some reason and against my usual self, I also got up decisively. I had a huge bulge and the front of my jeans is, I think, wet. But with this anticlimax, I was now normal, but my thirst for that sweet twink made me bold and carefree. I was love sick. My romantic self, when I was courting my wife, was reborn. That year I was hot-headed and firm like a rock. I then surprised everybody. He is waiting at the door near the driver to get off. I went up and stood behind him. He looked back and seemed to panic, but said nothing. See... an Indian citizen can get in and get off an Indian bus at any place! I got down just behind him. Only we were getting off there. I don't know what the old man might have thought.
There were two autos waiting. One of the drivers asked: “SHIVA, ITHAARA NINTE KOODE?” “ORU FRIENDA.” I was relieved. I now know that my boy love is Shiva and he wouldn't betray me. Shiva walked further right on the NH-47 for five mts or so, and took a left turn. It was narrow path with KONNA fence on both sides. I walked behind him. Didn't know his intention. He's not saying anything. I got scared. I thought I'll just kiss him on the lips there and then, and suck his cock, take his juice and leave.
Once we turned away from the high way, it is quite dark, though the moon was shining brightly. Time must be around 9.00 pm. I walked fast and caught hold of his hand and kissed it. He did not resist. While still walking I held his dick. I stopped him forcefully and kissed him in the mouth. I put my tongue inside and he reciprocated. He smells so sweet and fresh. Ah... what a catch, I thought. He stopped and walked ahead for two more mts. Now he says: “CHETTA, ATHANENTE VEEDU.” I saw a newly built medium size RCC house a bit far off. “AVIDE ARUNDU?” I asked. “AMMA, ACHAN, ANIYATHI.” “APPOL NAMMAL EVIDE PODUM?” I asked again. “BHAJANA MATTHATHINTE ADUTHU ORU KULAMUNDU. AVIDE POKAAM.”
Good. I followed him. The pond was very near-by. He is an intelligent boy. Not a soul anywhere there. A deserted and haunted-looking place. “PRETHAMUNDENNA PARAYUNNE,” He says. “ATHOKKE VERUTHEYA SHIVA,” I put him at ease. “SHIVA, NEEYETHRA cute-AANENNU NINAKKARIYAMO?” I boosted him. “ILLA CHETTA; CHTTANTE ATHRA MIDUKKANALLA NJAN.” We reached the pond. It has a few stone steps to get down. We got down and I stood on a higher step. I gently opened his shirt. His firm and lean chest shined in the moon light.
His body had that iron rustic beauty which his boyish face did not reflect much. It was a best boyish body for me. I had sex with so many and in my hostel days used to sleep with many. Shiva was different. His attraction, may be only for me, was simply out of the world. I began to bite and chew at his nipples. He did not smile or giggle but was moaning passionately.
I pulled out his shirt and kissed him all over; at the back and front; on the neck and the chin. We were in lock-lipped french kiss for about ten mts. He was panting and breathing deep. His breath had that sweet boyish smell even after a tiring journey. That is his attraction! Our tongues were exploring each other like two mating fish. Suddenly his mobile range. “Shit..” I swore.
He hurriedly took the phone saying “AMMA AYIRIKKUM”. I eagerly waited for his answer. “ETHARAAYI... NJAN THANNE VANNOLAM... ALAPPUZHA AAKUNNU.” Clever boy. He has bought enough time. I began to lick his chest and tummy... he was in third heaven. Now I slowly opened his jeans. I removed it fully from his legs. He was not shy, but intense and passionate. Very serious about what he was doing. I too am like that when in love.
His attention all focused, trying to enjoy every bit of the experience. I kissed and licked his thighs... He made it wide open. I turned him around and kissed his firm ass. I don't like anal sex and did not explore that area. Now I turned him once more and took his gorgeous cock into my mouth. I started chewing it. Tasted its heavenly nectar. Opened its head from the skin case. It is a good long one... pinkish at the head and somewhat wheatish in the other parts. He did not have much pubic hair, but I chewed whatever is there. That he liked so much that he arched himself toward me. As I was eating and blowing his cock, he thrust it into my mouth moaning and begging to take him. I realized that he likes it so much. I told him to come towards the side of the pond.
I sat leaning on the wall of the steps and told him to fuck my mouth. He did just that and was going into ecstasy. But he was always conscious of not going overboard. Occasionally, I would stop him and lick deep under his balls... he would moan loud. I licked and cleaned the sweat from his balls. This stop and start method went on for about twenty mts. Then I told him to mouth-fuck me and give me his nectar. “ATHU VENDA CHETTA,” he was so considerate. “ENIKKU VENAM MONE... THAA please”, I begged. He put his dick once again in my mouth, caught hold of my hair and forgot to be soft.
As if for one last time, he became a wild beast and started mouth-fucking me like a bull. I caught his ass tightly and made it comfortable for him. Finally crying somewhat loud “ah..........” he poured out all his love into my mouth. I held him there for two mts and he pulled out. I spat the semen out and took his cock once again in my mouth. Now it is even better... it tastes so nice. His hands are exploring my hair lovingly. I chewed and chewed it with love. Hm... it is becoming hard again. But there is no time.
Now I want to finish it, achieve the height and go quickly. But I was shy to ask him to suck me. There... Shiva is such a fantastic lover... “CHETTANU ENTHA VENDE? CHAPPITHARANO?” I said “hm...” I sat on the higher step. He knelt down on a lower step and opened my shirt. He sucked and kissed my nipples and chest. “SAMAYAMILLA SHIVA...” I said. But he was hungry for my firm nipples like all my lovers. He then kept his dick in between my thighs while showering me with tongue-twisted kisses.
A teenage lover can be absolutely passionate... Quickly he opened my jeans and took out my dick. For the first time, he smiled and kissed it. “HAI... ENTHU NALLATHA CHETTA.” He took it into his mouth and started sucking and blowing it. When I came in his mouth, he took his kerchief and unloaded the fluid into it. “ITHU CHETTANTE ORMACKAAYI.” Shiva was a true lover.
We dressed ourselves quickly. We exchanged our numbers. I gave my number with the last two digits exchanged. I didn't want anybody to call back. We kissed and separated. He told me to go ahead and he would go slowly behind. I stayed in that bus stop for about half an hour thinking of Shiva. Finally I got a bus to Harippad, destined for Chengannur. In that bus stop, it seems, fast passengers stop only if there are passengers to get down.
Shiva never faded from my memory. The more I think of him, the more he comes alive with that night. I think if you get somebody quickly, there's no pleasure. The catch has to be adventurous and, of course, the lover has to be pleasing. After reaching Mumbai, when I see young boys and girls in the college, Shiva would come to my thoughts. My wife was with her mother in Mumbai for delivery.
One day, in a nostalgic moment, I couln't resist calling Shiva. He picked up the cell phone and was so thrilled to hear me. He complained that the number I gave him was wrong. I told him not to worry; and that I would call him regularly. He was so eager to talk on that day and we went for about two hours. From then on, I began to call him and came to know all about him. We became true lovers. He is a good singer and has won many prizes in LALITHA GAANAM. He plays football regularly. He was introduced to gay sex while on BAALAKALOLSAVAM by a stranger of about twenty five years when he was thirteen.
His second experience was with me. He has no contact with his virgin lover. During our encounter, he was eighteen, taking coaching for engineering in Thrissur. Recently he completed his engineering course and is now in Gulf earning well. He doesn't seem to have many experiences due to his reserved character and care for reputation, but enjoys gay sex more. He talks passionately about it. He has a MURAPPENNU whom he loves and has kissed on a few occasions.
The CCHOTTA villain that Shiva is, he forced his gril to show him her nudity and his to her! That is the farthest he has gone with the opposite sex. His MURAPPENNU, as one would expect, is extremely beautiful, at least in the photograph he sent me. We never had an encounter after that but even today I speak to him at least twice a month. Emails almost everyday. He sends me a lot of gifts. That is the romance of gay sex. He even told me if he had a choice he would marry me.
He's very jealous. Each time we speak, he wants to know if I fell for any boy. For him, my girl love is my wife, and boy love is himself.
But, of course, I'm a bit naughty, guys…! Shiva and I want to meet in Mumbai soon when he returns home for the first time. Thank you for reading.
Stanis with love to all hunks
Write comments to me at: sinats.sinats@gmail.com
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