r/mallugaymeets

Well experienced. In Thrissur for couple of weeks. Twinks/ twunks preferred. Dm me to add on snap/ tele and swap hot pics to decide if it’s a good match

Thanks for all the responses to my last post. A lot of you asked what happened after that first touch on the train, and honestly, looking back, I think that was the moment I stopped belonging to myself and started belonging to him.

So that brushing thing and all was happening, for 5–10 minutes. And he looked at me and realised that I'm enjoying it. But I was really scared and stuck and didn't know what to do.

And when his stop arrived... he literally placed his hands on my back. Like, not on my ass... above it. And gave me a little push. Which means he wanted me to get off with him there... even though my station was the next one. I was nervous and liked what he did to me at the same time.

I said no the first time. Then I got off with him anyway. I have no idea why I did that.

He was leading the way, and until that we hadn't talked a single word. My heart was beating like hell. So I followed him to the parking lot where his car was parked. And shameless me sat on the front seat.

After both of us were inside the car, he started the engine. The car idled. His hand stayed on the gearshift. And before he started driving, he talked to me for the first time, and it was a question: "Did you like what I did to you?"

I had no answer, which he took as yes, I guess. He gave me a smirk. He put the car in gear and started driving.

First he didn't do anything. After driving for 2–3 minutes... I felt it. After some time, his palms were on my thighs, and gradually it started to move towards my hard dick over my pants, and he started to rub them. My heart was beating so fast that I couldn't sense anything around me. For some reason I enjoyed it, but I was also nervous at the same time.

Somewhere in there, he unzipped me. His hand was inside my pants, rubbing my dick over my underwear. And he started to squeeze them too, all this while he was driving the car with one hand. My mouth said nothing. My hips said everything. The boy in me was enjoying it for some reason.

And after some time while driving he called his friend, and he was saying that he needed an apartment for tonight. And that's when I knew that this was only the start of my new life.

After some more rubbing and squeezing, we finally reached the apartment. He was not doing anything while we stepped out of the car until we reached the apartment room. I was expecting him to do something in the lift. But he didn't do anything.

And my mind said: He was saving it all for the apartment.

Back when I was just 21, there’s this memory that stick with me..!!!

one evening on the train ride home, It was a packed compartment during rush hour. No seats left—just bodies wedged together. An older guy—maybe mid-40s—was standing right beside me. Then I felt it: his hand brushing my back as people shifted around us from side to side. At first? Just accidental contact—the kind that happens all day long on crowded trains. But then… he did it again.

And again. Deliberately now a slow slide of his palm over my pants, and I felt it, his hands over my half erected dick. His touch wasn't forceful, but persistent enough make heart jump slightly inside chest.I didn’t stop him. Didn’t say anything either way. Just stood there... letting him do whatever he wanted.

The rest is history.

Now tell me:

If you had been that 40-year-old guy, standing next to me during peak hour inside a train compartment, what you would have done?

23vb here. Chubby