He told me to head up to the 6th floor, all the way to the rooftop. I could feel him stiffen beneath my fingers.“Can I suck it?”He nodded.He stood, pulled down his pants, and his cock—short but thick—sprang out. Gay sex When I got to the top, I wasn’t alone. Back home, I knew things wouldn’t be the same. Their sweat dripped onto my skin. My heart pounded with each step. I’m a 24-year-old Indian guy, freshly back in the country after six years in Paris. It took almost two hours of sifting through blank profiles and small talk before I got a message that cut straight through the noise:“You a bottom?”“Yes,” I replied.“I’ve got a place. “Wife and kids are in the village. Two were hot—young, rugged, with that unmistakable stare of men who’ve seen things and want more.Before I could say a word, a man stepped out from a nearby room. I work here… with the boys.”His voice was calm, but his eyes were hungry.I placed my hand on his thigh, slowly working up to his crotch.
