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Indian Gay Sex Story: I was to meet my partner Shiv in Pune. The bus stop was some Shivaji Nagar. Shiv and I were together in a live-in relationship for over 3 years. He is a software developer working in Infosys and I am a hair stylist at Javed Habib. We’ve been back and forth from Mumbai and Pune and one fine October night, I decided to shift, bag and baggage to Pune. We met almost ten years ago at a mutual friend’s wedding. We had a few beers and knocked each other up at the farmhouse. Sex was good, but our chemistry was even better. All our straight friends, who were couples envied us and said that they had never seen two souls so much in love as us.

Shiv was a struggling IT professional at that time and I was still graduating. Once we accomplished our educational and professional forums, we decided that it was time to move in. The past three years went really well until sometime last July when I caught Shiv inside my best friend Karthik. I was devastated and left for Mumbai at once. It’s been over six long months and I’ve finally decided to give him another chance. When I moved back in with my mother, she gave me that “I-told-you-so” look and I was not willing to argue with her on that.

I was catching the late afternoon Shivneri sleeper and would reach Pune around 7nish. It was two days after new years and having kissed my mother goodbye I started for Pune. I caught the 11:15 fast to Dadar from Bandra and was to board the sleeper around 3:00. The entire journey to the bus I was hoping and praying that my decision turns fruitful and I don’t regret it. I reached the bus and showed my e-ticket from my Xiaomi to the bus conductor. He asked me to go right towards the end – the last cabin. Now if you’ve ever traveled in the sleeper coaches, you’d know that each small cabin has a sliding door and three people can easily fit in it. I skooched into mine and sat beside the open window.

The most part of the transit was peaceful until we reached Lonavala. Over there the bus stopped and the driver announced that there was an unfortunate landline a few miles past it. It was really surprising – there was no rain, no storm, no cyclone, nothing. What in the world caused the landslide at the ghats? I returned back to my cabin and looked at the watch. 5:45 it read. So now I had to wait in a dingy bus for a few hours until I’d reach home. Damn it!

The bus snailed a few meters in front and the driver removed the keys from the ignition. The old bus groaned and creaked to a painful halt. At least we passengers were lucky that this rest was triggered during the winters. If this was during the summers, we’d be baked toa crisp, inside the steel oven. I was busy chatting with Shiv on my headset when I heard someone knocking at the closed cabin door from outside. I crawled towards the door, unhooked it and slid the door open. A tall passenger peered down at me, “28?” he asked.

I pointed to the resting place above me. He lifted a somewhat heavy looking suitcase and plonked it on the bed above me. “Last minute ka booking hai… Mujhe laga bus mein sare seatein full ho jayegi.”

I smiled back and turned towards the window shoving the earphone back into place. I spoke with Shiv a bit more and explained that there was a new guy who was now also occupying the same cabin as me. He teased me about not doing something dirty with the passerby. I retorted that not everyone falls astray in a relationship. I guess the timing for that taunt wasn’t called or and in a fit of anger, he hung up the call. I tried dialing the number a few more times to apologize, but he switched the device off. At that time I thought it best to head back and so I climbed down the stairs off the bus to examine the opposite side of the road. It was empty. No cars or buses were moving past there. It was obvious if our side of the roads were blocked here, it was evident that the other side would have been closed off somewhere.

I let out a sigh of frustration and crawled back into my hole. The other guy was also sitting in a cross-legged position beside the opened window sipping from a glass of hot tea. I comforted myself in front of him and so he gestured an empty paper cup towards me asking if I wanted some tea. I swayed my head from left to right and smiled.

“Garma garam hai jii, mere bhai ne banai hai.” He said as he poured the steamy liquid into the cup. He stretched out his hand with the second glass and offered it to me. I reluctantly took it and drank from it. “Hmmm… Badiya hai.” I said.

We got to talking and I learned that the stranger was Anoop and he too was a software developer working for TCS. He was single and had gone to Lonavala to meet his sister and brother. They had lost their parents two years ago in a car crash right on this very highway. The irony of life. I confirmed that my father too had perished on these very roads when I was in school. He was returning to Mumbai from a wedding and the entire bus of the groom’s side plunged into the valley and to their death. Fortunately, for me, I was studying for my preliminary board exams and my mother had decided not to go to the wedding with my father. She wanted to sit back and take my lessons to make sure that I’d remember it right.

The conversation went into the late hours of the night and the roads were still not opened. Unfortunately for us, the opposite side to Mumbai too was now closed. The driver called the company and a senior manager there confirmed with us that they would be refunding the entire amount to us for the inconvenience caused. I know that it wasn’t their fault for the landslide, but they were courteous enough to realize that we were stuck there. The driver also ran across the place and purchased Pepsi and Coke bottles with a few packets of chips and chewda for all the passengers. Anoop and I barely left the cabin. We were there enjoying each others company until the part when he asked me a bit more into my personal life.

I have never been scared or ashamed of who I was. Accepting me as myself and my orientation was one of the first setbacks in my life, but honesty was always a crown I wore up high on my head and that too, with pride. I told Anoop about my life and my partner. He was a bit uncomfortable at first but then opened up to the idea of it. We discussed sexuality, the positions of partners in our world. The meanings of being a top, versatile or a bottom person. The role play and the sexual positions, if a few. He seemed intrigued and fascinated.

It was around nine forty-five when the driver announced again that the roads had been opened but the ride could still take up to three hours to reach the city. There was a lot of traffic and just one lane was freed. Anoop closed the cabin door and asked me if I’d mind closing the windows too. He said he felt chili and pulled out a thicker sweatshirt from his backpack. He was wearing a thick tee over his slender dark brown jeans, but he asked if it was appropriate for him to remove the tee and pull the cardigan over his head. He didn’t want both on, for he worried that he’d start sweating right away. The tee wasn’t that thick to suffice the cold, but just the sweater would be apt. I agreed and asked if he wanted me to leave the cabin.

He opened the top two buttons and pulled the tee over his head. He rolled it into a ball and dunk it into the backpack. He swayed the sweater and pulled it over his head. He pulled it down and adjusted the clothing. When he was changing, I noticed a few deep red gashed on his back. I was wondering if it was decent enough to ask him about it and finally did. He looked away a bit embarrassed but revealed that it was his elder cousin who used to hit him when he was a bit younger. They lived with their Uncle and Aunt and all the while, his cousin would molest him and hit him. He did not retaliate because he wanted his younger siblings to be safe and untouched by this monster. We didn’t speak that much about the topic and I quickly changed it.

I felt horrible about his life story and wanted so much to help him out in any sort of way. I just didn’t know what to do. The bus snailed on the highway and we continued chatting. I was feeling badly about Anoop and the change in my mood was evident. He kept on telling me that it was alright and that I was as brave as he was and we both should be awarded the Padma Shree if anything. I laughed at his witty jokes and tried to keep a smiling face throughout. The bus was just about to enter Lonavala when our story took a wild and weird turn.

We were chatting about flavors in ice cream when he happened to ask me my favorite flavor in condoms. Shiv hadn’t used condoms very much but he did strawberry and chocolate me once too many a times while we fucked. “Mere paas bhi chocolate hai?” Anoop yelled excitedly pulling out the KS pack to show me.

I laughed back at him, “Aap kya karoge iska? Aapka to koi girlfriend bhi nahi…”

Read the hot and steamy Indian gay sex story of a bus ride with a curious straight passenger turning heavily erotic and wild!

“To kya hua usmein… kabhi bhi use karne ka mauka aayega… aur tab saath nahi hoga phir… Precaution is always better than cure.”he said.

“Hmmm…” I cooed “…woh to hai.”

And surprisingly, while I was saying this, Anoop swooped in and gently kissed me on my lips. Ordinarily, I would have thrown a bitch flip and yelled at him, but I really don’t know what overcame me, I pulled him towards me and kissed him back…

To be cont’d…

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