This story is based on an event that took place quite a while ago, much before unprotected sex could prove fatal. No one should behave like the characters of this story today.
If you are offended by graphic description of sex amongst men or are not old enough to read such stuff, stop right here.
He was about 5'8", fit, light skinned and had full red lips, with a cigarette between them. He wore uniform and mirrored dark glasses. After finishing the cigarette, he took his bag and went out and returned wearing a pale blue pyjama suit. He had taken off his dark glasses. He was roughly my age, about 28, good looking though a little effeminate because of his mouth. A moustache would have suited him, I thought to myself.
We were travelling from Jodhpur to Delhi. It was a hot June afternoon. A middle aged couple were the other two passengers in the first class compartment. They had both the lower berths and sat on one. We were sitting on the other.
We introduced each other. Manohar Singh was a major in the army, posted in Kashmir. He had gone to Jodhpur to see his new born son. He warmed up when I told him my name; he had many Muslim friends and loved their food.
Dusk fell. I too changed into my night clothes. The major leaned towards me and whispered, "Would you like a drink?" I didn't mind. We converted one of the upper berths into a bar and sat facing each other; our legs stretched along the berth and chatted over rum in paper cups Manohar had produced.
After the second drink, his leg came in contact with mine and stayed there. For some reason we started talking about boarding schools. Manohar Singh had been to one and was miserable there. Being a good looking boy (I could believe that) senior boys teased him, passed lewd remarks at him and made indecent proposals. He wasn't, however, actually molested. This continued even in college where the passes got really obscene and vulgar. I found it odd he should share these embarrassing events with a stranger. His leg continued to touch mine and if anything, it was now pressing my leg slightly.
It had turned dark. The couple on the lower berths had finished their dinner and retired for the night, switching off some of the main lights. The compartment was now dimly lit. Outside it was completely dark.
Manohar then told me an astonishing story about how a friend of his father seduced him! This happened when Manohar was about 17. The friend was about 50, a colonel in the army and a family friend.
I was studying in my room when the servant came and announced that Uncle Dalbir had arrived from Jaipur. Mummy and Papa had gone for a wedding and were returning the next day. Uncle Dalbir always stayed in the room upstairs and the servant had already put his bags there. He was taking a shower, the servant informed me, and was enquiring about me.
I completed what I was doing, put on a T shirt on my shorts, climbed the stairs and knocked on the door. Uncle Dalbir voice from the bathroom asked me to come in. As I stepped into the room, uncle Dalbir also came into the room from the bathroom, stark naked, with a towel in his hand.
On seeing me Uncle Dalbir quickly tied the towel around his trim waist while I stopped at the door not sure what I should do, looking at the carpet. But my heart was beating a little faster and my ears felt hot.
"Come and sit down", Uncle Dalbir invited me. "I will be with you in a minute" and stood before the dressing table, combing his hair. Uncle Dalbir is a very handsome man. Tall, well built with curly hair, he is clean shaved and has shapely hands and forearms covered with hair. He has grey eyes that twinkle. Seeing him naked was most exciting and before he tied the towel I had seen his cock, amidst a dark bush. I had also seen his hairy chest, the powerful thighs covered in fine hair. This was the first time I had seen an adult completely naked. My heart was still pounding, recalling his naked body.
From where I sat, I could see his reflection in the dressing table mirror. He untied and dropped the towel casually and put on a robe, completely at ease with being naked. His ass was firm and looked hard. He didn't bother to wrap and tie the robe around him and again I could see his cock and the pubes. I was looking at him from the corner of my eyes, feeling a new kind of excitement in my body.
"What time is dinner?" he enquired.
"In an hour so", I replied looking up but then quickly looked away as he was still half naked, his genitals showing. He was looking at me.
"Good. I want to have a drink here. Give me company"
He came with some whiskey in a glass and sat on the bed while I sat on the only chair in the room. He had tied his robe and smelt of aftershave. He sat with his legs apart and I could see a bit of his naked thighs. He kept looking at me with an expression that made my heart beat faster. My mouth was dry and I felt hot.
He read me pretty accurately because the next thing he did was to put his glass away, stood up took both my hands in his hands and pulled me towards him, "Come here".
Without any protest, I went to him, my heart pounding. He held me tight in his arms, looked into my eyes and kissed me deeply on my mouth. I nearly fainted with excitement. It was a wonderful sensation I had not felt before. His mouth felt hot and soft on mine. I clung to him and opened my mouth to his probing tongue that went deep inside, exploring. I was trembling but continued to hold him tight. I could also feel his hardness poking me in my stomach; I wanted to touch but felt inhibited.
He undid the button on my shorts and they fell around my ankles. He then took off my T shirt too. I was now naked; standing in front of this gorgeous man, whose robe had opened, revealing his muscled body and a hard phallus pointing towards me.
I had never seen another man's hard cock and I was totally hypnotized by the sight. Thick, long and straight, the cock rose from a bush of dark hair and seemed to have a life of its own. The foreskin was pulled back revealing a large pink head.
My own cock was now hard. Strangely, I didn't at all feel shy, standing naked in front of Uncle Dalbir who was looking at me with desire in his eyes. He then guided my hand to his cock and I held it. The cock jumped slightly in my hand. It was steel hard and warm and smooth. It felt wonderful to hold an erect cock.
Soon we were in bed and he was kissing me with passion, moving his hands on my hairless body, caressing the cheeks of my ass and nibbling my pink nipples. It all felt great and I responded enthusiastically. He then guided my face towards his groin and I found it perfectly natural to take his hard cock in my mouth and to start sucking. He groaned with pleasure. The middle finger of his right hand found my virgin hole and started to probe it tentatively. By now I had lost all inhibitions. I knew what was going to happen and was looking forward eagerly to the loss of my virginity.
This went on for a while. We were both very hard and I was breathing heavily. Uncle Dalbir then got up and returned with a jar of Vaseline. His cock was rock hard and swayed as he walked back and sat on the bed between my legs. He applied a blob of vaseline to his finger, spread my legs and started to insert the lubricated finger in my hole. I must have been prepared myself for such a moment because the finger went in smoothly without causing any pain. The sensation was incredible and I moaned with pleasure. I was rock hard. He then inserted another finger too and turning them around, greasing me from inside. I lay there with my legs open. I could see his tanned and hairy forearm between my smooth thighs. A delicious electric current seemed to pass through my body again and again. He took his time lubricating my passage. With the other hand he was stroking his cock.
He then rested his back against the head of the bed and opened his legs. His cock was pointing upwards like a cannon and glistened with Vaseline.
"Come and sit on it with your legs on both sides" he invited me. I did, resting my weight on my hands. He moved till the head of his cock was right under my hole. Holding his cock in his hand, he placed its tip at the entrance of my lubricated pussy and told me to sit on it. "Slowly..." he told me as he held my narrow waist with both his hands.
I lowered myself on his cock. I could feel the head at the virgin entrance. As I lowered myself a little more, the head started to go in. There was a twinge of pain. I clenched my teeth and lowered myself further. I could feel the thick head slide in. I felt some pain that must have shown on my face.
"Stay there", Uncle Dalbir instructed me gently, his voice thick with desire.
But I didn't want to stop. I wanted the whole cock inside me and so clenching my teeth, I lowered myself taking most of his shaft in. The pain subsided. Uncle Dalbir closed his eyes and moaned. All I felt was a wonderful sensation. He pushed up a little and then he was fully in; I could feel his pubes tickling my ass cheeks. I was no longer a virgin and had a really magnificent cock inside my hole, all rearing to fuck me.
We stayed like that for a while, his cock getting settled inside me, filling me completely, the walls of my passage gripping the intruder tightly. His hands were free and he was pinching my nipples hard, also pushing up with his pelvic muscles; his phallus firmly inside me, up to the hilt.
He then lowered me and made me lay on the bed on my back, with his rod still inside me, my tight pussy gripping it. Bending my legs back towards my shoulders, putting his hands underneath my knees and pressing, he raised my ass, making my hole more accessible. His cock was still inside, fitting my passage snugly. He then withdrew his cock a few inches and then plunged it in again. He fucked me with slow strokes, moving his rod in and out.
My ass gripped his cock tightly. I could sense the pleasure he was getting in fucking my tight ass. It showed on his face, the way he moaned and groaned as he fucked and fucked. I had lost all inhibitions and had my legs wrapped around him and was scratching his back with my finger nails, my mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. The feeling of a thick cock sliding in and out of me was wonderful.
His cock seemed to have grown bigger inside me and was hitting me hard, and I felt I will cum which I did soon. He continued to plough me hard and deep. Spent, I lay passively, his body towering over me as his cock moved in and out of my now deflowered man-pussy. He was grunting and groaning but was quite considerate and the feel of hands on my body was gentle.
Soon he came inside me, filling me with his warm semen that came out in gushes. I felt I was a part of him. He stayed inside me, over me and kept stroking my hair, my cheeks and my body, his still hard cock inside me.
Finally we got out of bed, dressed and came down to have dinner. Over dinner we talked like nothing had happened though I was very conscious that my hole still contained his semen. It also felt a little empty without his cock.
After dinner he asked me, "Would you like to come up?"
I turned red but nodded trying not to show my eagerness.
I spent the whole night with him and he fucked me three times in the night and once again in the morning when it was turning bright. I returned to my room with an aching body, burning lips and a sore hole but content and happy. I realized I loved being with a man. That night decided the course my private life will take in future.
By the time his story ended, Manohar's leg had travelled over mine and was resting between my legs, his foot pressing my genitals. I now knew why he told me about his private life and what he wanted. I was excited and the pressure of his foot was beginning to have the desired effect but I was holding myself back; not sure if I should just go ahead and grab Manohar and do what he wished or say no in an indirect way.
I had had no previous experience of sex with a man – just one of those things. There hadn't been any opportunities to explore. The way my mind and my body had reacted to Manohar's adventure revealed that I wasn't at all averse to the idea but for some reason still held myself back.
Manohar seemed to understand my dilemma and stopped pressing his foot into my groin, leaving the ball in my court. I was both relieved and disappointed. We had finished nearly half the bottle and feeling a little high. I wanted to touch him, explore his body but felt inhibited. To avoid taking a decision I carried on the conversation.
"How long did your relationship with the colonel last?"
"Ten months or so, till got posted to a far away city," he told me.
For nearly a year the colonel fucked Manohar and taught him a great deal about how to give and receive pleasure from a man. While he was having sex with the colonel on a regular basis, he started playing around. He seduced a young neighbour who ran a cyber café. Once or twice a week, they met. He was rustic but energetic and passionate and fucked well; he kept Manohar happy in Dalbir's absence who didn't know about it.
There were others; because of his good looks, men were always proposing to him. Parks and public toilets were places where men could be found. He met a few and went to sleazy hotels with them. Though they weren't all great in bed, the hunt was exciting and Manohar gained both confidence and experience.
And then the colonel got a posting in a far away city but before he left, he introduced Manohar to another army officer Major Shamshad Khan who remained his lover for over a year. His new sugar daddy was younger and a more demanding lover with a thick, eager cock that made full use of Manohar's pussy almost every second day. Manohar found he liked variety and was also meeting other men and so when Shamshad got transferred to another city, Manhoar did not miss him.
The army, if anything, made his sex life busier and more colourful; there were more than enough handsome, virile and horny men in the army who were happy to fuck him. _____
Manohar and I had practically finished the bottle and were feeling high. He had decided to leave me alone and when I said I was sleepy, he didn't try to stop me and I climbed to the other berth and got ready to sleep. It was nearly 2am.
We were facing each other. Quietly, he waved me goodnight, turned to the other side and went to sleep. I too closed my eyes but couldn't sleep for a long time, thinking about Manohar and his sex life. I was also imagining myself with him and liking the idea enough to start playing with myself, getting hard. I opened my eyes and look towards Manohar and couldn't believe my eyes: he had lowered his pyjamas exposing his bubble ass to me. The crack was clearly visible and looked very inviting. Almost immediately my cock got hard and I started stroking it; my eyes glued to his beautiful ass.
Suddenly, Manohar turned around and looked at me. He had raised his shirt and was showing me his hard cock, holding it in his hand. My heart was pounding and my mouth went dry. He then signalled me, asking me to lower my pyjama. I untied the knot and lowered it. My cock was rock hard pointing towards Manohar. I wasn't sure he could see it so I lifted my shirt high. My phallus was now visible, standing in full glory. Manohar looked at it and opened his mouth suggestively, rolling his tongue.
I was feeling both nervous as well aroused; wondering if the couple on lower berths were really asleep. My cock was exposed, rigid and throbbing. My whole body was tense and I didn't know what I should do.
And then, Manohar sat up, pulled up his pyjama, got down and came to stand in front of me, with his face a few inches away from my cock. I went rigid, my heart pounding in my throat. I wet my dry lips with my tongue. Before I could do anything, Manhor gripped my hard cock in his hand and put its head in his mouth.
I nearly screamed with pleasure and shock. This was the first time someone had touched me and taken me in his mouth. His mouth felt very hot and wet. His tongue was rolling just under the base of the head and the sensation was so wonderful that I thought I would cum. I didn't though and the moment passed. Manohar continued to blow me, moving his head forward and then back, holding my cock in position with his hand. I lay with my eyes closed, feeling something I had never felt before.
It must have been pretty soon though it seemed a very long time that I felt tension building up in my balls and I knew the climax was coming. I tried to push Manohar's face away but he started sucking me even more passionately. His mouth still felt hot and moist. He was sucking with his lips holding my shaft tightly. And then I came in his mouth. To my shock, Manohar swallowed all of it, sucking me dry.
I lay there spent, feeling drained and disoriented, not knowing if this was all real. Very calmly, Manohar went back to his berth and went to sleep. I kept awake, trying to get over what had happened and fell asleep eventually.
When I woke up, it was morning and the train was entering Delhi. Soon we were off the train with our luggage. Manohar and I stood next to each other. I didn't know what to say.
"My train is in the evening", he informed me.
"I have one in the afternoon and another in the evening", I answered.
"What are you going to do?" Manohar asked.
I shrugged my shoulders and looked at Manohar. His lips were parted and looked sexy. Something clicked in my mind.
"Shall we get ourselves a room in some hotel for the day and rest?" I asked looking into his eyes. He looked at me and nodded.
We took an Auto and went to the part of downtown where all the small hotels were located and found a cheap hotel that didn't look too sleazy. We told the receptionist we had a train to catch in the evening. It made no difference to him
The room was sparsely furnished, dark and cool. I took a shower and when I came out, Manohar was in bed, naked. His body looked delicious; glowing, smooth and firm. His nipples were dark pink and large. His cock was shaved and was half erect. I sat next to him and he took my hand in his.
"I have never done this before", I confessed.
He responded by putting his arm around my neck and pulling me down and then kissing me on my mouth. His lips were soft and sweet and felt good. His tongue probed my mouth and we continued to kiss for a long time. I was getting aroused with his naked body holding mine.
He broke the embrace and asked me to take off my clothes. After a moment's hesitation I took off my shirt and then sat again.
"Everything", he ordered.
I took a deep breath and started taking off my trousers. I was feeling awkward undressing in bright daylight in front of someone. But I did eventually take off my pants and then the underwear. I was now standing naked in front of him, my cock half erect.
He kept looking at my body. "Come here", he whispered and opened his arms. I got into the bed and into his arms. He held me tight. His body was warm and supple. I explored the contours with my hands. He kissed me full on my mouth and pulled me towards him eagerly.
He now lay under me, my big, hairy and hard body covering his. We kept kissing as his hand moved between my legs and held my cock that was already hard. I could feel his hardness against my stomach. He opened his thighs and I sort of fitted in between.
I raised myself on my elbow and looked at Manohar's face. It was flushed with desire, lips parted. We were both breathing hard. I was steel hard in his hand. With my hand I touched his nipple. It got immediately hard. I sucked it and he moaned. He tasted sweet and I kept sucking his nipples for a long time.
He then raised himself and made me lie on my back. My cock was pointing towards the ceiling; seven inches of thick, hard meat rising from a trimmed bush. Manohar sat between my legs and lowered his face and engulfed my cock between his lips and started to suck, rolling his tongue around. I groaned with pleasure and held the back of his head with my hand, making him swallow my hard phallus. His mouth felt velvety soft and moist and hot on my cock.
After a while he removed his lips and came and straddled me, his ass above my rigid shaft. He held my cock in his hand and lowered himself slowly. The tip of my tool was now at the entrance of his hole. He continued lowering himself. I could now feel the head entering his hole. It was hot and moist and the cock began to slide in smoothly thanks to his saliva on my cock. Before I knew it, Manohar was sitting on me, my entire cock inside him, gripped by the walls of his passage. My shaft being gripped by the muscles of his ass was an incredible sensation. My cock felt a foot long and it had never been so hard. My heart was pounding and my mouth was dry. The inside felt like a delicious furnace and my cock loved it there.
Manohar then began to move up and down, very slowly. I thought I would pass out with pleasure and moaned loudly. This was the first time I was fucking someone and my virgin cock just loved what was happening to it. So did I.
I held him by waist as he continued to fuck himself, impaled on my shaft. His cock was hard too and he was stroking it. I also started to raise and lower myself up, in and out of his hole, adding to the pleasure. We continued like that for a while. My cock was rock hard, firmly inside his hole that was fully stretched by my thickness.
He then bent forward, put his hands under my neck and asked me to raise myself. As I started raising myself, he started to bend backwards on the bed, my cock still half inside him. Soon, he was on his back, his legs wrapped around my waist while I sat between his legs with my cock still inside him.
"Fuck me", he ordered, in Hindi. It sounded obscene and highly erotic. I obliged by moving in and out slowly. I would take my cock out halfway and then ram it in again with some force.
"Harder", he said with his eyes closed. I clenched my teeth and started to fuck him really hard, my body making slapping sounds against his as I rammed it in with force. I was now taking my cock out completely and then putting it back into his hole in one swift stroke. It all came naturally to me. I must have been doing it right because Manohar was moaning with pleasure, his eyes closed and lips parted and his legs tightly wrapped around my waist.
I must have fucked him for 20 minutes before I started to feel my balls tightening, ready to release the cum. I increased the speed, slamming really hard. I was covered in sweat. Manohar was saying, "ah, ah, ah" constantly.
And then I let go and exploded. My cock shot its load into Manohar's hole and kept shooting as I collapsed on him. He held me with his hands on my buttocks. We were both very still. I could hear my heart beating. After a while I tried to get up but Manohar said, "stay there", not letting me take out my flaccid cock. I obliged.
Eventually we got up, after being in bed together for half an hour and decided to shower together. The water was cool and felt good. He soaped my cock while I fingered him with soapy fingers. He started to kiss me and I held him with my hands around his waist. He turned around, putting both hands on the wall, projecting his ass towards me. I responded by rubbing his crack with my cock that was rapidly getting hard. I fingered his hole again and it yielded to the pressure of my finger.
Soon I replaced my finger by my stiff cock and pushed gently. The cock slid in easily and once again I felt the hot, moist and velvety smooth passage grip my rod. I groaned and put my hands on his already hard nipples, pinching them as I kissed his wet neck. He responded by pushing out his ass towards me, letting my cock go in more deeply into him.
I fucked him hard, slamming his ass with my wet body, holding his cock in my hand and jerking him off. Neither of us was close to coming. So this continued. He then bent over the basin, putting his hands on it and sticking his ass out. The access became easier and I started fucking him vigorously. He was now moaning very loudly, asking me to fuck him hard and to fill him with my seed. I did what he wanted and shot my second load into him. The feeling of ejaculating inside him was wonderful.
We got ready and went out to eat. Both of us were quiet over lunch. Manohar bought cigarettes and we returned to our room at about 3.30pm. The moment Manohar bolted the door I took him in my arms and started kissing him, also fumbling with his shirt buttons. It was as if we hadn't had sex for months!
Naked we fell into the bed, Manhohar under me while my hands and lips explored his body passionately. I wanted to violate him, to tear him apart, to devour him. He seemed equally eager to let me do it and surrendered completely to my desire. He had his legs open in anticipation and clung to me with his hands on my back. My cock was hard as steel and had found its way to his opening that appeared eager to swallow it. Without bothering to use any lubrication or any consideration for Manohar, I entered him with considerable force in one brutal stroke, burying my cock till the hilt in his man pussy.
"ahhhhh", Manohar screamed, with some pain mixed with pleasure. His reaction somehow made me want to use my cock as a weapon to hurt him, to inflict violence on him. I withdrew my cock almost completely and rammed it again, pinching his nipples hard. Manohar seemed to like that and opened his thighs wider to accommodate me between them, arching his head back, his mouth open.
I fucked him relentlessly, not caring if my thick cock bruised his hole, going in and coming out of it like an animal. He lay there like a rag doll taking it without any protest, moaning softly all the time.
My cock had never been harder. It also felt about a foot long inside his pussy. I continued to fuck. After a while, I put his left leg on my right shoulder; this made the grip of his hole on my cock tighter. I started moving my cock in and out slowly now. I didn't want to cum and wanted to go on and on. Manohar was silent, his hole getting battered by my swollen hard phallus.
Manohar started stroking his cock which was semi hard. My own cock seemed to have been made of steel and went on and on sliding in and out of Manohar's pussy. Manohar had his eyes closed and his mouth was open. He was now breathing hard and his cock had become hard in his hand. It seemed he was reaching his climax. I decided to do the same together and started fucking him faster and harder. In a few minutes, I could feel it coming. My body started to get tense and my balls felt tight. Yes, I was near. Yes, yes, yes! I began groaning, "ah, ah, ahhhh, ahhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhh" and then jets of cum came out of my cock, filling Manohar's battered pussy. I rammed my cock into Manohar for the last time and kept it there, pumping cum into him. There was so much of it that it started leaking out.
I took my still hard cock out. It was red and covered with cum. Manohar's open hole looked ravaged and cum was oozing out on the bed sheet. He lay with his legs open, exhausted, his eyes closed.
I must have fallen asleep because when I next opened my eyes, it was semi dark. Manohar was fast asleep, his legs still open, as if in anticipation. He then turned away from me, offering a tempting view of his ass and a hole that looked defenceless and wide open thanks to what I had done to it. The knowledge that I had used it made my cock hard again. Soon I was playing with my stiff phallus and planning to enter the hole that I could see.
Without even asking him, I parted Manohar's cheeks and put my cock there, rubbing it, trying to locate the entrance. The moment my cock found the entrance I pushed and my cock started to slide in smoothly. I lifted his leg slightly, getting easier access to the hole and then I was fully in.
Manohar turned his face towards me and kissed me on my mouth, my cock fully inside him. I started to fuck, this time with slow long strokes, sliding in and out of his unresisting open hole, my thick cock stretching his pussy to fullest. With both my hands, I was playing with his nipples, kissing his mouth in between while my cock continued to plough his hole with ease.
His cock got hard too and was swaying freely as his body jerked by my fucking. I then went into a sitting position on the edge of the bed, Manohar on my lap, his back towards me, my cock buried into him, his legs open. I fucked and fucked, my thick cock moving easily. I started to wonder how many cocks had been here before me since his father's friend deflowered him.
Soon I came inside him while he still played with his own hard cock, bringing himself to a climax. I would have like to stay inside him but he was now feeling a bit impatient.
We again had a shower together, all passion spent. Quietly we soaped each other and then finally, came out and got dressed. We both knew it was time to say goodbye.
In twenty minutes, we had checked out and were on our way to the railway station in an auto. We were both silent. Manohar's train was standing on the platfor in half an hour. We shook hands and said goodbye to each other. He wrote his address on a paper and gave it to me. Then he turned and walked away. I watched him mingle with the crowd and disappear. I never saw him again. The paper with his address is still with me.