Whatever, eventually this young guy comes into the bar – on his own – and aside from his short ginger hair, which is not my usual turn-on, he is what I would call ‘my type’; mid-twenties, not too tall, lightly built, clean-shaven, smart dresser, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and snuggly fitting jeans, providing a none-too-discreet hint of a bulge, set slightly to his left. He writhed beneath my weight as I kissed him again and he moaned as I ground my body into his. Indian hot sex The mere process of physical contact and his helplessness I found gave me an aching hard-on in my own jeans. It was now past 11pm and I figured that the sun had gone down at least 4 hours ago, so the natives should all be out on the prowl by now! It’s always more fun to be ‘naughty’ when you’re on holiday, rather than on your home turf, so tonight I decided to go against my usual instincts by hitting the bars and clubs. I’ve always found that unusually sexy and as I tasted, sucked and teased him, I became more aware of his endowment, somewhat greater than mine, and what was in store for me later!
