My name is Raju. I was 24 years old when this amazing experience happened. Before we go into the details about the hot and sexy uncle of my dreams, let me give you more context on who I am as a person. I grew up in a conservative middle-class family in a South Indian city famous for its hot chillies worldwide. Well, it isn't just the chillies that are hot in that city! Hot, hairy, brown men with moustaches and beards roam freely, exposing their hairy chests, as the summer gets too hot and the top three buttons of their cotton shirts are always unbuttoned, exposing the dark, thick, sweaty hair. Growing up, I had a crush on my neighbouring uncles (yes, we call our neighbours uncles and aunties) in the apartment complex. I always wanted to see more of them than just their hairy chests and always gaped at their bulges, irrespective of whether they were wearing pants, shorts, or sexy lungis.
As an Indian who is competing against a billion others, I had to force myself not to spend too much time drooling at the majestic hairy bodies of men and focus on learning Math and Science. I had to get into a college that can teach me computer science, which can eventually get me a well-paying software engineering job. I discovered gay porn on the internet and I jerked off to vintage Colt models with moustaches, yet my deepest desires and thirst remained unquenched. I needed a brown Tom Selleck of my own. The search results for "Indian gay porn" yielded very few results, and none of them really excited me.
Let's admit - even the straight Indian porn needs to step up its game, but you have to work with what you can get. I tried satiating myself with the potato-cam shot 160 pixel Indian porn where I have to use my imagination to visualize the full resolution version of the dick of a mature hairy Indian man fucking a woman. I asked myself - Where are all the hot, hairy Indian gay men? Several days, weeks, and years passed with me jerking off to mediocre Indian porn until this miracle finally happened.
There used to be a website called Telugu Gay Stories (can't find it now), which had a chat room that let you text random strangers visiting that website. It had been a few months since I discovered it, but nothing excited me much as most of the public conversations were vulgar and obscene, while I yearned for erotic and romantic encounters. Among the sea of "Do you have a place?", "Will you fuck me?", "Looking for a bottom", I was looking for nicknames that obviously or even remotely suggested that it is a mature daddy on the other side. I already had a stable, well-paying software job, and I considered myself a smart, good-looking man with thick dark hair, a hot beard, and an average build. As I play ball sports and do occasional workouts, my hairy body stayed in shape and I was sure I'll be able to seduce the men I like, if I wanted to.
My confidence took a hit when the random strangers who never revealed their faces on the video chat often exited the call right after seeing my face. I thought to myself, "What do these gays want?". Then one fine day, I noticed this profile name, Ajay42, on the gay Telugu stories website chat. The name was self-descriptive: the man's name is Ajay and his age is 42. Well, these gay chatroom names don't work that way, right? Ajay was likely his childhood crush or a long-lost lover, and 42 is what he wishes his age was! In any case, neither of the possibilities seemed like a problem for me. Like always, I was excited about the possibility that Ajay42 was my dream hot, hairy south indian uncle with a moustache, so I took a chance!
Me: "Hi Ajay"
Ajay42: "Hi!"
Me: "I like mature men with moustaches"
Ajay42: "Well, do you want to talk to one?"
In 10 minutes or so, we established that we both aren't spammers or scammers, and there was already a spark between us. The chat progressed very well and turned hot and spicy occasionally. We exchanged our Yahoo Messenger IDs (yes, those were a thing back then, and you may already be guessing my current age), and I initiated the video call. When the call was received, Ajay's camera was pointing at his T-shirt, and mine was pointed at my face with a curious and anxious expression. I was expecting him to terminate the video call like the previous ones, but he didn't. He lifted the webcam up and for the first time ever, I knew deep inside my bones and boner, he is the one!
His eyes glistened with mild excitement, and his thick moustached lips were holding a mischievous smile. Clearly, there was someone else in his close proximity, as he was whispering into the mic and using some sign language to say things that were open for interpretation. I was already sold on his moustached looks and was ready to do anything he asked me to do. He made a hand gesture that looked like he was trying to cut something with scissors. I asked him what he was trying to say, but I already knew he was referring to the initiation ceremony, or what we call in Andhra as "Ribbon cutting". He texted that he has to hang up soon, and he wanted me to take my pants off. I complied without hesitation. He later said to me what that was all about! He wanted to check if I was uncut. We exchanged more personal info, like where we were from and where we lived. I had an upcoming business trip to his city and I learned he is going to be alone at his place as his family is out on a long vacation for a month in their hometown. Well, the universe wants us to meet!
Here I am, who knew very little about this man from a different city, his family, or his work, but was super excited to know that he exists. Someone who resembled my neighbouring uncles, I fantasized while growing up, someone with a moustache that I could possibly be stroking or kissing or letting it softly brush the tip of my dick. Those very thoughts kept me intoxicated for the next two weeks, where we both chatted almost every day, sharing a lot of day-to-day things, fantasies, and also to my surprise, a lot of knowledge and incoming wisdom. I was introduced to the works of Oscar Wilde, movies like The Reader, Requiem for a Dream, but the most exciting thing for me was learning about his gay adventures in his youthful days, when there was no internet. How did gays back in the day meet? What was gay life like when there were no apps to chat anonymously?
Apparently, there was a couple back in the day, whom they called the "aadhi dampatulu", the Adam and Steve version in the Telugu language, and Ajay fucked them both. Ajay's first experience, if I remember correctly, was when this Telugu Steve locked his eyes with Ajay on a public bus, which sparked a conversation, and a blow job. Ajay was this mustachioed hot man who looked like Daniel Day-Lewis in the "There Will Be Blood" movie, and it did not take much time for him to be famous in the well-established gay clique of Telugu Adam and Steve couple. Ajay said he enjoyed his first experience fucking a man's ass so much, he immediately asked that guy to excite his dick with a blow job, and when he got hard, Ajay fucked him deeply again. So hot! I was jerking off to this story while reading these chat messages.
Ajay42 is a married man living a voluntary secluded non-scene life at the time, but in his youthful days was the man in action across the Telugu gay ghetto scene, which involved orgies with politicians, movie stars, intellectuals (the IAS and IPS), Journalists, TV hosts, so you get the idea! His youth life is my wet dream, but there I was at 24, never having kissed a hot, hairy, mature man. The more he spoke about his past, the more I wanted to be by his side and stroke his dick in admiration. Finally, the day arrived and I landed in his city. He picked me up at the airport in his car and was hesitantly making eye contact with me while driving. Perhaps, he was not very sure if I liked him or not. But there I was, wearing my fiery red shirt and a new haircut, nice beard, and a body that did a long streak of ball sports and workouts. Yes, I would probably fuck myself if I met myself.
We entered his place, a two-storeyed bungalow. It occurred to me that Ajay42 is a well-settled man who made it big in life, probably through self-discipline. I would definitely not end up in an upscale place like that if I had the vivid, youthful days like him, where I indulged in sex with hot, hairy men. I'd probably have continued that lifestyle. Perhaps that is why Ajay asked me to watch the Requiem for a Dream movie? I fell hard for Ajay's thoughtfulness and wisdom. I thought his mind was the most sexy thing ever, and when combined with his mischievous smile of a happy monkey, he is the sexiest man on the planet for me. Ajay gave me water to drink and took me upstairs to the master bedroom, where he placed my bags, and we both lay down on the bed next to each other.
It took me just a few minutes before pouncing on Ajay and showering him with kisses. His smile and playful avoidance made me even more excited, and I wanted to kiss his moustached lips hard. Ajay resisted and stood up, asked me to take a rest while he made lunch for us to eat that day. I came back to my senses and did not want to cross the boundaries he set for me and just decided to play along. Three days passed by, during which Ajay dropped me off at my work conference each morning and picked me up later in the evening. He was a working man too, perhaps a more responsible and stressful job than mine. During these hectic weekdays, we ended each day by watching a movie and some soft cuddles before sleeping. My conference was over that Friday, and we both had the weekend for ourselves, and it was on Friday night that I got to know why Ajay was acting mysteriously.
Ajay got his STI results that evening and was proudly flashing his smartphone screen, which showed green checks for a range of sexually transmitted diseases. Now the momentum shifted all of a sudden, and it was not me who was aggressively kissing all over. I was not expecting any action that night, and my uncut cock needed some cleaning. I quickly hopped into the shower and then jumped onto the bed on a wet towel. I deeply kissed Ajay on his moustached lips, and my whole body was bustling with excitement and joy. Our tongues explored each other, and Ajay slowly slipped his hand into my wet towel and grabbed my uncut dick and started to stroke it gently while kissing me deeply. I lay face up and let him do his thing on my dick with his hand while moaning in pleasure.
Ajay went down and started circling the tip of my dick with his tongue. In one of the chats a few weeks ago, Ajay was boasting about his oral skills, which he deemed as a patented tech involving a high-speed tongue mixer. I was circling in pleasure and could not handle the intense tongue and mouth action from Ajay. Also, I have not nutted for the past 5 days as I was waiting for him to make the first move, and we always slept without having sex at the end of each day. So to let go of that steam, I started to stroke my dick with my hand vigorously, there it was, an explosion of cum, a fountain that shot high up in the air on Ajay's face and the bed sheets, and the loud moans which I never made before ever. For me, it was a moment of peak pleasure. I hugged Ajay strongly, but I sensed him slowly withdrawing into the corner of the bed.
I wanted to reciprocate the pleasurable act, but Ajay held me off, saying it was okay and that he would like to sleep instead. After digging a bit deep, I learned that he was upset that I used my hand to nut myself, and I burst out in laughter and also tightly hugged and kissed this supposedly 42-year-old upset mature guy on his forehead. Ajay42 is a cute, hot, hairy south indian moustached uncle who is yet to experience what pleasures I had to offer ;) And I did offer, and he did receive.
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