I am an avid fan of nifty's story archives and am glad to be adding to this wonderful store of true life sexcapades. Unlike most of the other strories, my incident happens in Bombay, India.
I am a 25 year old Indian male of medium build. Of all the interesting things that happened to me, one especially erotic episode ocurred in the suburban train on my way back from work. The local trains are always full of people and there is a lot of covert gay activity happening all the time.
I saw him standing on the station. He was tall, around 6', a neat moustache and decently athletic frame. We both looked at each other at the same time and something clicked. I knew immediately that I would know his cock before the day was through. I edged up towards him and tried to indicate to him my feelings. Before I could make my intentions clear the train rolled into the station.
Somehow I managed to get into the train only to find that I was wedged firmly against his body. I moved my hand close to his crotch to receive the universal message of invitation. Surely enough I got strong signs of his arousal. His huge cock (atleast 8 inches) was bursting through his pants. I got rock hard just stroking that man-meat. mmmmm was it gooood. We were getting bolder as we got hotter. In the crowded train people could hardly see what we were up to. Somebody pushed me closer to him. My head thrust itself onto his mouth. Immediately he opened his sexy lips and gave me a long wet kiss. His tongue explored my ears and my throat. Oooooh I almost came. Pretending to move in the crowded train, I shifted my head so that my mouth moved closer to his mouth. There in that public train full of people he gave me the kiss of my life. I then nestled my head onto his chest and sucked at the hair on his chest.
I could stand it no longer. I shot my hand down and unzipped his fly. His monster tool was awash with precum. I would have loooved to suck the cream out of him but I had to content myself with squeezing it out. After a few minutes of passionate stroking this stud was ready to cum. I fished my hand out of his crotch and he gushed into his pants. In gratitude he moved his hand into my crotch. As soon as he touched my naked cock, I came spewing cum all over his hand.
I had reached my destination and I got out of the train without even saying bye. i have stood at the station many days afterwards hoping to meet my train stud, but Ive never got sight of him again.
If you liked my experience or would like some fun when ure next in Bombay India, write to me at d_pen@hotmail.com