At last, the trip ended. I had been fucked non-stop by the Sardar on the return journey. But that one gay experience was enough to last me for a lifetime.
The Sardarji who was in the seat with me had a really big cock. I was getting high whenever he was fucking me. I kept dreaming about my beautiful wife.
I was returning home after the workshop in Solapur. But this time I was myself looking forward to a gay man to fuck me on the bus. I was a changed man.
The dusky guy had fucked my ass and his cum was all over my ass. However, he still was planning to continue. I was shocked by his actions and his stamina.
I was being groped by a man on this bus just like I had groped some girls when I was in college. But was this just innocent groping, or something more?