Showing My Neighbor That A Man From India Can Be A Great Lover

I emigrated to the US via an H1B visa. I work in tech and grew up and was educated in my home country. Where I was born being gay is a big problem. Although today the laws are relaxed, it is a big social problem for both the gays and their families. It is mostly the reason why I emigrated.

So I'm gay, I want a boyfriend. I don't like many of the men I meet. Not the right character, not the right social graces, not the right ideas. Many of the men I meet are suffering from gay trauma. So I go on, day by day, do my job and have no luck meeting a man to my liking. My company moved me to a new city, maybe the hunting would be better. I had to find a place to live and was not interested in another apartment complex.

I rented a small house on a quiet street, within a half hour of work. My neighbor is a fifty year old Chiropractor and he has a baby grand piano. One day through my window looking in on his window I see that he has a young man over. The young man is in underwear. Soon I see that the neighbor is fucking the young man, I can see it because from the window I can see in the mirror into his bedroom. I am so horny, I want to be that young man.

I wait for the opportunity to talk to my neighbor, I casually observe that he has a baby grand and I told him played piano. He invites me to a party he has and I play for everyone. After the party is over I help him clean up and make the house neat again. All I can think about is that young man I saw in the mirror. I am so ready to be his lover, I talk to him and tell him that I find him really attractive, the first American I find attractive. He tells me he is flattered, but he doesn't do Indians. Only very nice very young white boys. I'm crushed.

I need sex so badly, a man who really wants to fuck me. Since I arrived I had not had good luck. In India I was the 'boy' of a Pharmacist who lived in our neighborhood. I was tired of masturbating.

When my neighbor had another party he asked me to play the piano again. These are gay men parties, in case I failed to mention it. He told me that he invited this man, an ex policeman, who likes color. He would make sure to introduce me. He was an older man, retired. White, with a beard like Santa Claus and large belly. He rode a Harley, and had tattoos on his arms. He told me he liked young men of color, and after the party we went to my house next door, he left his Harley at my neighbors. And with the windows open and the lights on I made sure that we were where our neighbor could look into my house.

I had sex, I sucked his white cock, and I bent over. I showed my neighbor what he was missing. Boys of color make good lovers, that's what I told him later. I played piano for him, just the two of us, in my underwear. I showed him a colored man's penis, just like his, I too am circumcised. My cock was hard and strong and young and I let him hold it, suck it, and then I sucked his white cock for him, and I bent over the same dresser that the young man did, and I let him fuck me. And I showed him that men of color are good lovers.

I play the piano at his parties, and after the parties I help him clean up and then go to his bedroom with him. I like his white hard cock, his hairy chest and his hairy legs and I love it when he fucks me.