He was a historian, came from a three-generational Indian railway family. He worked on a thesis and book about the nineteenth Century colonial railway...boom.I was stuck in Newham’s, a women’s college. Anil and I met over a shared table in a Pakistani restaurant. I liked him; liked his brown skin and - when we began to smooch on the banks of the Cam - the way he tasted and smelled. And he was interestingly attracted to me.We could not risk fucking in our respective colleges. So, I began to. This is a dangerous place what if some goondas come here and try to rape me.He replied relax jaaneman nobody knows about this place. My friends are waiting in the room below. we went inside and found five ugly lower class men sitting on the floor smoking and drinking.Looking at me they all took off their clothes .i never saw so many men with erect penis.Then they rubbed their penis in my butt.One of them kissed me and pressed my breasts.they took off my top and brought my pant down.I had. I drank every drop of it and licked his cock clean.We then came out of the net center and he said “thank you, let’s hope we can have place sometimes soon. Your sucking was awesome but I could not last longer due to a huge gap in sex” I was already dreaming the next 3 days to be spent with him and then told him “Hey Venkat, I actually have place for 3 days but lied to you earlier as I felt cheated that you lied to me about your complexion. If you don’t mind, you can come across to my flat and we. Mr. Thomas was a nice hunk controller always liked it. Elegant cool little that is low.Consequently, that turns me off sex with men recently came over me on anglers or guys in rubber boots or waders fishing.So, as always, I sit alone on duty brought himself to work waders that at the time of excitement with masturbation excite them and imagine what would I do with a guy in rubber Wellingtons.Mr. Thomas came in asked for a book, entered the ministry said, as passes and saw waders on the bench.