This incident happened in February 2025. I am sharing it for the first time on a public platform so that you all can read something that really happened – an unexpected shift that ended in a wild bathroom blowjob.
I am Stan (name changed), 21 years old, a bottom, and from Hyderabad – born and raised. I have met a few guys before, but this one was completely different.
I’m 5’10”, dusky, and very feminine-looking. I’ve got thick eyebrows and a soft face cut that many say resembles Pooja Hegde – some even call me her male version. My body is smooth, and yeah… I’ve got cone-shaped boobs. My friends tease me about them, but secretly, I feel proud.
So, we were shifting houses in Hyderabad, and my family hired a packers and movers team. But on the morning of the shift, the original team canceled – they said there was no parking for the DCM truck and refused to work. I was pissed. I called the company, and thankfully, they arranged a new team within a few hours. This time, instead of a DCM, they sent two good-sized vans.
While guiding them to the location, I spotted one of the vans across the street. The moment I laid eyes on the driver, something happened. He gave me this intense eye contact – like in movies. It wasn’t just a glance. It was a stare. I kept thinking, “Please be hot when you step out.”
And damn, he was.
He parked, got out, and I saw him in full view. Mid-40s, maybe. But super attractive – like a typical Gujarati man, fair with silky hair, lean, tall like me, and solidly built. He had this mature vibe I’m totally into. His name was Raman (name changed), and he seemed like the leader of the group.
He came up to me and asked, “Where’s your house? Let’s get started – we have a long way to go.”
That’s where it all began.
At the time, only my brother and I were at home – the rest of my family was out of town due to an emergency. As they started packing, I couldn’t stop checking Raman out. He was in these thin gray sweatpants. And every time he lifted something heavy, I could clearly see his bulge. I was already turned on, but that made it even worse.
At one point, Raman was standing in the doorway with another guy, talking. The space to walk between them was so tight that I knew if I walked through, I’d end up brushing their crotches. I walked through anyway – “accidentally” rubbed my hand across Raman’s bulge. He flinched and moved back but didn’t say a word.
After that, I started talking to him more often – about little things, just to stay close. There was a moment where we needed more boxes. The supervisor said it would cost extra, but Raman quietly told me the guy was trying to scam me. He explained a workaround – and because of him, I saved ₹2,000.
I thanked him and said, “You helped me a lot… What do you want in return?”
He smiled and said, “Just give me half of whatever you saved.”
I told him honestly, “I don’t have that kind of cash. But I can offer something else… anything you want. Just ask.”
Now, I didn’t say it out loud, but I hinted – hoping he’d get what I meant. He didn’t.
Once we emptied the old house, we moved to the new one – a duplex. I chose the first-floor bedroom as mine. My brother went out for some work. So, inside the house, it was just me, Raman, and a few of the workers. I called Raman upstairs to help set up my bed.
He was screwing parts together while I held them from the other side. When he finished, he asked again, “So? What are you giving me?”
I looked at him, stared at his crotch, and said, “Anything you want.”
Still no reaction.
So I reached out and grabbed his dick through the pants. Bold, risky… I don’t know what came over me. He froze. For ten full seconds, he said nothing. Then suddenly: “No! I’m not that kind of guy,” and he looked disgusted.
I panicked. Ashamed, scared. Tried to cover it up and changed the topic – “What I meant to say is to buy you alcohol if you want.”
While I was nervously talking, he suddenly grabbed my dick and left boob hard, squeezing it with a smile.
I was confused – what the hell was happening?
He left the room, told the others to grab some tea. Soon after, the shift was done, and all of them – including my brother – went out to finish the remaining stuff. I was alone.
Then he came back upstairs.
He walked into my room and, without saying a word, pulled me by the wrist into the bathroom. He locked the door, pushed me against the wall, lifted my T-shirt, and started biting my nipples – hard. I was still in shock. This was happening so fast. I’d never done anything like this so spontaneously.
Then he looked me in the eye and told me to kneel. I dropped to my knees.
He pulled out his dick – huge and thick, shockingly fresh for someone in his 40s. The sweat smell, the size, the heat – it drove me crazy. He pushed it into my mouth and started thrusting. For five minutes, he fucked my mouth hard, gripping the back of my head.
When he was about to cum, he tried to slide it into my ass. I wasn’t prepared so I stopped him.
“Not now… some other time,” I said.
So instead, he shot his thick, warm load all over my chest.
I cleaned myself and came out. His teammates were still outside. As I was walking past him, he reached behind me and slipped his fingers inside my pants – fingering my hole right there. It was rough, uncomfortable. I told him to stop, so he did. But then he looked at me and said, “You’re really pretty… like a girl.”
At that time, I was clean-shaven – no mustache, no beard, only long hair. I knew I looked feminine.
The shift ended, and while paying, I shook his hand. He rubbed my palm roughly with his finger, gave me a wink, and smiled. I took his number.
That night, we video called. I showed him my ass while he stroked himself and came again on camera.
After that, I never contacted him again.
But that day – from packing boxes to a secret bathroom blowjob – will always be unforgettable and unexpected. It was the best sexual incident.
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And yeah, sure, I’m gonna share more stories if this goes popular.