Indian Bear

This incident happened almost 5 years back. I was assigned to attend a conference in India and I decided to mix business with a bit of pleasure. After the conference was over in New Delhi, I visited the rest of India. What I liked the most in India are the hairy men. Most of them were quite hairy. The only problem was that, even in the heat, they were always fully clothed. They even came to the beaches fully clothed. Wearing my dark sunnies, I tried to see as much as I could without getting caught perving. On the last leg of my journey, I boarded a train (it is damn cheap and good for sight-seeing) from the south west of India to New Delhi. It was a good 56 hours journey. As I got to the station, there was a mix up and it seemed that the air conditioned coach was not available and as an alternate arrangement, I was allotted a first class cabin. It was a cabin with two sleeper bunks. It was hot and I changed into a T-shirt and a pair of shorts. I had my legs rested on top of my backpack. To describe myself, I was 38 at that time, 5' 10" tall, 80 kg heavy and had thick dark hair all over my body. I was clean-shaven except for a thick moustache. No one occupied the spare seat in my cabin. As the train approached the next station, my eyes caught the attention of a man in his late forties or early fifties, standing with an elderly lady and a young couple with a small child. Both the men had suitcases with them. The young woman was apparently pregnant. From their actions and mannerisms, I figured out
that the young family had come to see off this elderly gentleman. To my utter delight the man came to my cabin after the train started moving. He was wearing a full sleeved business shirt and pants. He put his heavy luggage on the floor underneath the seat and sat down next to me with a brief hello. It was then, that I really had a look at him. He was quite fair for an Indian (people come in all colours in India). This guy could easily pass off for a white guy with a slight tan. He was 5'9'' tall, close to my weight, partially bald and had a thick moustache and beard, which were sprinkled with salt and pepper hair. He removed his shoes and socks and put his feet up on one of his suitcases. It was then that I saw his feet. The toes had fine black hair. He had such beautiful feet that I wanted to go down and suck on them. Drawing my attention from his feet, he introduced himself to me as Anil. I soon found out that he was a businessman in New Delhi and had come to his native town to visit his daughter who was expecting another child quite soon. He had left his wife over there to help out his daughter and was on his way back to New Delhi. He too got this cabin because of the mix up. I ended up telling him about my family and my country and he seemed quite interested in learning more about the culture and traditions. Soon we were chatting away like old friends. He was quite charming and vivacious and it was not long before I fell in love with this man. The only problem was that he didn't give any inclination to being bi or gay.

It would have been three hours since Anil boarded the train. Our conversation turned to the cultural programmes in Australia, which ended up at the gay and lesbian mardi gras in Sydney and eventually to homosexuality........

"Joe, You reckon that there are quite a few gays in your country? In India, most of them are still in the closet. Most of them are married and probably do it on the sly."

"Well, even in Australia there are quite a few guys, who are still in the closet. No man is born a complete heterosexual. Everybody has got the tendency to become attracted to somebody of his or her own sex. Anil, haven't you been attracted to any man in your life?"

He seemed surprised with my question and was stuttering when he replied: "N-n-oo I don't think so. What about you? Have you been attracted to anyone?"

"What if I say yes! Would that offend you?"

I heard him chuckle when he said "Why should I be offended?"

I knew that he was slowly falling for me and I didn't want to make any false move. "If I told you that I was gay, wouldn't you be scared to share this cabin with me".

"No, I trust you. You seem to be a honest and nice person. "Have you been with another man?" (He seemed eager to know).

"I am happily married to a woman, but Yes, I have been attracted to men."

At that right moment there was a knock on the door and the train ticket inspector entered. He checked our tickets and left after a couple of minutes. We were both shy to carry on the conversation. Anil started talking more about his family, his business etc.

By 8 p.m. we had our dinner and we decided to call it quits. Anil asked me if it is ok to lock the door.

Sure, if you are not scared to be alone in a room with me. I said that with a laugh and Anil soon joined in.

It was still hot and I removed my T-shirt exposing my thick chest hair. I complained about the heat and he joined in. I asked him how he managed to walk around fully clothed. He said that people always dressed well in public, even though he'd love to walk around nude.

It's ok for me if you strip naked here. I'm anyway gonna strip down to my undies. I removed my shorts too at the same time. Anil was staring at my body, which had only a pair of black bikini briefs. I saw his eyes inspect my hairy thighs and the package.

Anil, you can strip too! I don't care a damn.

As soon as I said that, Anil removed his shirt. He had his back to me and it was sprinkled with salt and pepper hair. He sat down on the seat and removed his shoes and socks, which he kept putting on and off as he got out of the train to stretch himself as the train stopped at each station. He got back into a pair of flip-flops. Getting up, he started to unzip his fly and then the buttons on the waist. He started to pull down his pants, revealing white Y-fronts. I was in fact a bit disappointed seeing the Y-fronts, but the sight of his body made up for it. He had broad shoulders, muscular chests, slightly round belly, great round butt, muscular and round thighs and calves. All of these were covered with a thick growth of dark hair. The hair in his chest and belly had a sprinkle of gray in it. The hair in the rest of the body was dark. I wanted to get up and run my hands through his hairy body, feeling every bump and curve. He caught me watching his body and asked me:

What are you looking at?

Your body doesn't look half its age and I have never seen such a nice hairy body in my life.

Thanks for the compliment Joe. You are quite hairy yourself. You have a fit and nice body too. BTW I don't think I have such a great body. I am 52 and a grandfather.

Being a grandfather doesn't prevent you from being such a sexy hairy dude.

My comment startled him and he replied after a pause "You seem to be attracted to me, are you?"

I didn't reply but looked deep into his face. He turned his eyes away and he took a sheet out of his bag and started to spread it on the upper bunk. His head was above the bunk and he couldn't see me. His body was moving along with the rocking motion of the train. I had ample time to examine his hairy body. I started from his legs. His calves and thighs were muscular and rounded. The dense hair was fine and I traced it to his jocks. His pubic hair stuck out of the jocks. I could also see the dense pubic hair through the jocks. His package looked quite big and I wanted to reach out and grab it. His cock was invisible due to the double layer of the Y-front covering his dick. His belly and chest were hairier than mine and the hair was a bit curly around the belly button and the middle of his chest. His nipples were brown, big and erect. As I was admiring his chest, Anil finished putting the bed-spread on. He moved to the ladder and climbed up to the upper bunk. I was utterly disappointed that we didn't make any more progress. He slept right through the night while I played a bit with my erect dick. I could hardly sleep a wink with the half-naked sexy bear sleeping on the upper bunk. I woke up once to go to the loo and when I got up, I inspected Anil who was sleeping on his back. He looked so sexy with his eyes closed. His hairy chest was heaving up and down. I went to the loo to piss and eventually started fantasizing about Anil and ended up jerking myself off.

It was probably 8 a.m. when he woke me up. I could have slept till noon. I was dreaming about him when I felt warm hands shaking my shoulders. Opening my eyes, I looked into the handsome face of the man of my dreams. He was all dressed up. He told me that it was breakfast time and the caterer would bring the breakfast soon. I got up from bed and looked down to find a tent on my briefs. Anil would have seen it for sure, even though there was no reaction in his face. I adjusted my dick and put on a pair of shorts and T-shirt. Breakfast was o.k. and we kept on talking about the politics etc.

Anil bumped into one of his friends in the train and he too joined us at the cabin for the rest of the day. He was probably the same age as Anil but not half as good looking as Anil. I was, least threatened by him anyway. They were chatting away in their language, including me in the conversation from time to time, while they spoke in English. By afternoon, I felt sleepy and asked Anil if it was ok if I had a nap at his upper bunk. He asked me to go ahead and I climbed up to his bunk bed while the guys kept on talking. Since I was directly above them, they couldn't see me. Anil's white Y-fronts from last night, were hanging from a hook. I sniffed at it and it felt so great that I lifted my T-shirt and rubbed it against my body. I had a hardon the whole afternoon and by dusk, the friend returned to his cabin and we were all by ourselves. I had a wash and shave after he had his. The dinner was served quite early and I closed the cabin door and locked it by 8 p.m. We had only 16 hours of journey left.

I pulled down the roller windows down and stripped down to my red briefs. My dick was already semi-hard and I didn't care. I caught Anil watching my body and it turned me on even more. I had to sit down to conceal my erection. What next happened really surprised me. It was like a strip show. Facing me, Anil removed his T-shirt exposing his hairy body. He unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down. He was wearing dark green bikini briefs and not his Y-fronts. He was so sexy that I almost drooled. He caught me watching his package and asked me what I was looking at!

"Nothing Anil, Just your briefs. This suits you more than the Y-fronts".

"I like this better too. My wife is really old fashioned and she doesn't like me wearing this kind of stuff."

"You will miss your wife, the next few months, now that you have to do without sex.".

"Its been ages since we had sex. My wife has lost all interest in it and I have gone back to using my hands again to relieve myself."

I was surprised that Anil told me this much about his sex life. He seemed to be a serious person. Since his wife has abandoned him in bed, I thought that I had a better chance in having him. By then, Anil had sat down next to me. He rested his right leg on the luggage while the left leg was folded, resting on the seat itself. His thighs were so close to mine, and I badly wanted to rub my hands all over them. I
decided not to waste much time.

"Anil, have you been with any other women. You are a handsome man and can get any woman you want."

"No I feel bad being with another woman. My wife is a nice woman and I don't want to betray her, sleeping with another woman."

"What about being with a man then. Have you tried that. It can be fun."

"Joe have you been with another man?"

"Yes! and believe me it is fun. I still do it once in a while. Are you offended?"

"No! I have not told this to anyone - I have also been with another man and I sort of like it. I feel guilty afterwards but console myself that I didn't cheat my wife on another woman. I keep telling myself not to do it again, but can't help it when I get near him."

"Whom?"

"My wife's brother in law. He is the same age as me and once we got to share a bed and he seduced me. Ever since, we do it once in a while when they visit us for holidays. I keep telling myself to restrain from this, but he pulls me into the trap again and again."

I couldn't believe what I just heard. I looked into his eyes, but he turned his eyes elsewhere. He was emotional and I put my arms on his bare shoulder and told him:

"You are not being pulled into the trap. You do it because you like it. Can you say that you don't enjoy it? There is no harm doing it. You have only one life and should enjoy it to the full."

"Maybe you are right! I should learn to enjoy it more and leave the guilt behind. Thanks for talking to me about this. I wanted to talk to someone about this and didn't know whom to talk with!".

Saying this he turned to look into my eyes! Our eyes met as my grip on his shoulder tightened. He was the first to move his head towards me, but stopped for a moment. I moved my face towards his, while pulling his head towards mine with my hand. Our lips met and I probed my tongue inside him while he remained passive. I stopped kissing and looked into his eyes.

"Sorry if you didn't like it. I had wanted to do this ever since I saw you."

"I liked it Joe! But, I am scared! I haven't done it with any strangers. Don't feel that I am not attracted to you either. I had wanted you ever since I set eyes on you and especially after seeing your hairy body."

"What are you scared of? Are you scared of me, or of catching any diseases? For your info, I am not a carrier and you cannot catch much by just a kiss and a cuddle. That's as far as I would go unless you
want to."

"Thanks Joe! I have heard about all sorts of gay sex stories and I was scared. What if we just cuddle and kiss. We'll get nude and explore further if we both feel like it. Is it o.k. with you?"

I sealed his lips with a kiss as our arms wound around each other. We both climbed into the bed and I pulled Anil on top of me. My hands were exploring his hairy back, while he was kissing my neck. His kiss was sensuous and had great suction. I didn't care if I had a love bite. Nobody there knew me anyway. I wondered how his lips would feel against my cock. I ran my hand through each and every hair on his back. The hair thickened as it reached the back of his spine, where it disappeared into his briefs. His butt muscles were round and strong and I bet they were hairy too. I could feel the hair through the fabric. I grabbed both his buns through the briefs and gave them a squeeze. He thrusted his hard-on more into mine and I was surprised to feel the hardness and size of that monster. His hands were now rubbing around the sides of my body, grabbing my belly and chest on the way up. His hands rested on my armpits, as he teasingly pulled the hair before kissing them. He got off my body and lay on his side next to me, while I turned to face him. We looked at each other at what seemed like hours, our hands moving all over each other. I ran my hands through his hairy thighs and gave his bulge a squeeze. I was dying to see that monster and he gave no indication of removing his clothes or mine for that matter. We just lay in each others arms kissing. He didn't even touch my private parts. I was disappointed but decided to be content with being able to get at least this far. We lay still for a long time and I realised that he had gone to sleep. I too went to sleep in his arms after a while.

The train came to a screeching halt. It was almost 9 a.m. and I woke up to find myself in the arms of the hairy Indian. His arms were tightly wound around my waist. I planted a kiss on his lips and he opened his eyes. He asked me what the time was and jumped up from bed hearing that we only had 2-3 hours of journey left. There was a knock on the door too. He quickly put on his pants and T-shirt, while I covered myself with a blanket. It was a boy with our breakfast. He closed the door after the boy left and asked me to get dressed before somebody came.

The train was on time. We didn't get a chance to talk about what happened last night since his friend was back in the cabin again. He left only 15 minutes before the train reached Delhi. Anil asked me where I was staying and I gave him the address of the hotel and he told me that he knew the hotel very well, since some of his overseas business guests stay there. He told me that he would contact me within the next three days before I fly back to Australia. He had a chauffeur come to pick him up and he offered to drop me at the hotel, which he did. I said goodbye as the car left the hotel. I was sad that he didn't even give me a kiss, let alone a hug or a pat on the shoulder. I didn't expect to see him again.

I tried to ring home but the answering machine switched on and I left a message that everything was fine and I will ring back later. I had a long shower to clean myself before jumping in to the warm bubble bath. I stayed there for at least an hour almost falling asleep. I had a short nap and woke up in time for dinner. The hotel had a great restaurant, which served fantastic not so spicy Indian food. It would have been 7.30 p.m. while I was watching a show on cable, that the phone rang. The voice sounded familiar. It was Anil. "Hey, What are you up to? Do you mind if I come and visit you?"

I was elated and the only thing that I could ask was "When?"

"What about now?"

"It is fine".

There was a knock on the door within seconds. He had called from the lobby. He was looking even more handsome wearing an evening suit. I wanted to hug him, but he didn't make a move. He asked me if I wanted to move into his home for the next few days before I leave India, and save some money. I immediately said yes, more happy of the idea of being with him than saving money.

He drove through the mad traffic and I could feel the sexual tension between us. I couldn't resist any more and when the car stopped at traffic, I looked around to see if anybody could see us. After making
sure that nobody could see us below the chest, I gave his thigh a squeeze and ran my hand towards his cock. His cock was quite flaccid but still big. He caught my hands and told me that someone could see. I pulled my hands away and we didn't speak about this until we reached his home. His house was in a good locality. He showed me the guest bedroom, which had a great queen size bed, television, video and was air-conditioned. We had a small supper and soon it was bed time. He went upstairs while I got into the empty bed in my bedroom. I removed my clothes and got into my navy blue satin boxers.