Indian Gay Sex Story: A College Story: 3
Indian Gay Sex Story: A College Story: 3
Indian Gay Sex Story: After coming back to my room, I put the file in the almirah and went to take a nap. I woke up in 2 hours, around 7PM, to heavy pounding on my door. I crawled out of bed, and opened the door. It was Rahul; with a big smile, he welcomed himself in and I ran to go sit on my bed. He looked like he had just entered a palace of a room. “Oh bhenchoddd, e tera room e?” I said yeah, obviously.
He started giggling and laughing, while cursing too. He picked up my portable speaker, and saw my 6 packs of Maggie that my parents had left for me, along with an electronic Kettle. He was amazed, and I had no idea why. He said “you have the biggest room in the hostel, with an attached bathroom, and you have no roomie, that’s so cool. You can shower with your bathroom door open, and he laughed. After some small talk, he told me wash up and come get ready for the mess to eat.
As I latched the door of my room, I saw him going to all the other rooms, heavily knocking their door, like a gorilla pounding his chest, telling them to come to the mess. We were now a group of 8 boys, from which I had known 3 before, the Assam one, and the two chubby Delhi boys.
I waited in the hallway in my shorts as all the other boys greeted me and asked if the room I stood next to was mine. Rahul then came from the back, and put his hand around my shoulder, and said, “yes, this is my brother’s room” Now although I’ve always in the past known that I was attracted to guys, I’ve still had a very masculine facade, and personality, and without a doubt was confident the whole time. I smiled at Rahul, and we all left to eat. He kept a seat next to me the whole time, and this escalated, from the mess to the classroom, and then in my room.
Later that week, we were informed by our warden that they were going to divide our hostel into another new hostel that was newly renovated. Upon receiving the notice, my friend from Assam, and the two other chubby boys from Delhi told me that they will shift and had requested me to shift as well. However, Rahul and some of his popular boy friends had decided to stay and Rahul came over and told me to stay, and of course, what was a newly renovated hostel to me? Garbage, if Rahul wasn’t there.
So now, the only friends I had in that hostel were Rahul and some of his friends, who he sometimes brought to my room, but rarely. One night, Rahul came to my room, around 11PM. He said “hey Karan, please help me with something, it’s personal” i said yes, sure. He started unlocking his phone, it was a Samsung Galaxy S2, and he pointed to his text messages. He said, “ive been talking to this girl, and she keeps replying in english, i dont want to ruin my image and I dont want to tell anyone else, can you help me”
I was internally jealous, and wanted to say no but what could I have done? He lay down on my bed with his head on my lap and gave me his phone. “Can you tell me wht to reply?” I told him every response and he was so happy. “How do I sound more romantic, girls love those things?” I made a face, and said “I don’t know yaar, google it” he then started laughing and said,”oh wait, I’m getting a a call from my other girl friend, I’ll just be back” it was 11:45 by then, I waited for him to come back, but then fell asleep. You should know by now, Rahul was a complete playboy of a boy, he knew he had the looks, and so he had been talking to many different girls at once. I woke up to a text message, “good morning jaan, sorry i couldnt come back, i fell asleep” With a huge grin and a maintenance of my masculina persona, I replied “no problem” My new day had finally started.
Days and text messages like these became more common, he would refer to me as, “jaan, baby” and write things like “mmuahh, thank u” My superficial masculine self would call all of these things super gay. But I liked it, I really did. I was becoming addicted to him, and slightly obsessed. We used to go on long walks together after dinner, and he would always keep his hand on my shoulder. I noticed everything he did.
He had his best friend as his roommate, it was another local from Punjab, and another two boys who lived in nearby rooms. We would go together and have dinner sometimes, I would always pay, and most of the time he would always let me. Finally, at the day of the fresher party for our BTECH students, it seemed as if someone had spiked Rahul’s drink. He knocked my door after our party around 9PM, looking slightly under the influence. He had his suit on, with a white shirt still cleanly tucked in with a pair of shiny black shoes on just as I had seen in the party, but looked like he couldn’t walk properly. He came and rushed to my bed. I asked him, “what happened, did you drink?” We had a conversation about drinking before this days before, and we had both told each other that we don’t drink or smoke. But he stumbled while he talked and said, “No yaar, I think i didnt realize but something happened.”
“My chest is burning” he said, he took his coat off and threw it on my chair. I gave him some water, and then he started drinking it but it started dripping from his lips. He started breathing heavily and then started coughing. I put my hand on his chest and rubbed it. “What happened to you?” He held my hand and said, “my head is spinning, can you smell my breath, tell me if it smells like alcohol?”
I brought my face close to his face and then started bringing my lips closer, then slowly dipped in my nose close enough to his mouth. I smelled the alcohol. I told him, “you’re drunk, you don’t even know.” He started smiling, and his voice started getting sluggish, as if he was supposed to pass out, and within a few minutes, he did.
Now this was it. A crazy situation. He had his white shirt on, formal pants, and his shoes, still on my bed. And I’m cuddled close to him. I shook him a couple of times, but he was passed out. I started breathing heavily too, looking at him. Then I took his shoes, socks off. I saw the veins popping out of his hairless fresh, light-skinned feet, and got even more nervous, I said to myself, “he’s so hot”
I then started unbuttoning his shirt, and unbuckled his belt. I removed his belt, and I started even breathing more heavily. I unbuttoned his pants, and removed the white shirt tucked in. I was going crazy. I went to drink some water and saw him, his cute face, chiseled belly slightly showing under his black tank, and unbuttoned his pants. I then removed his shirt and now he was in a blank tank, with his eyes closed, staring at the ceiling. I unzipped his pants, and pulled them down.
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This was. A fantasy. Here he was, Rahul. With his Jockey frenchie on, and a black vest, lying on my bed. I only had one chhadar, and I took it, and I put it on him. I shut the lights, and came and cuddled near him. It was a small bed, so I tried not to change his orientation on the bed.
But I definitely couldn’t sleep thinking of what the situation was. I looked at my phone every 5 minutes. It was 12:38 AM. And it seemed that I had passed out myself for an hour and woke up, at around 1:50 AM to a hand sliding under my chest.
..to be continued.
