Indian Gay Sex Story: Growing up gay in India: 2
Indian Gay Sex Story: Growing up gay in India: 2
Indian Gay Sex Story: I was not my usual chatty self during dinner that night. Among all our relatives my cousin and I were considered to be quite intelligent and good at talking to people. Most of the elders always used to talk about major issues with me, ranging from politics to the bigger issues of the rest of the world.
I knew a lot about a lot of things from what I had studied in school and read in my books. Sex wasn’t really one of the topics I had prowess in but thanks to Ravi, I was about to become a pro in that too.
My aunt noted that I was unusually quiet throughout the discussions. She inquired the same and I brushed it off saying I was sleepy. I was, however, engrossed in my own imaginations and did not even hear a word of the ongoing conversation. She was satisfied with my answer but Ravi gave me a smirk and continued his dinner. I blushed a bit and continued with my dinner as well.
After dinner, it was bedtime. I was going to be sleeping in Ravi’s room for all of our stay at their house. Tonight I had an uneasy feeling in my stomach as I went to the bedroom. An extra foldable bunk bed had been put for me in Ravi’s room for me. Till now Ravi had been keeping my bed along the opposite wall as his. But tonight, as I entered I was surprised to see him putting the bed right next to his.
“I thought we might want to have a talk tonight way and this way we can talk without waking anyone up,” he told me.
“Yeah, I do have a lot of questions to ask you actually. Thanks for being so considerate,” I said with a shy smile.
“Come on then… Lie down and let’s talk,” he told me.
I went to the bathroom first and changed into my Kurta Pyjama, my usual sleepwear, and went and lay on my bed. Ravi usually slept in just his boxer shorts. He undressed in front of me down to the boxer shorts and lay down on his bed. He turned the night light on and turned off the fluorescent bulbs in the room.
“Tell me everything you know about sex…” I asked him inquisitively.
“Haha… Bro, that would take a long time and I probably wouldn’t even know where to start with it. Ask me something more specific.” he said.
“Ummm Okay… What we did in the evening… It was sex, wasn’t it? But sex is what people do to make babies, right? So, why do two guys have sex then?” I asked him innocently.
“Well, that’s a tough question. A guy and a girl come together when they like each other or are married. But there are cases when some guys like guys only and in the same way, some girls like girls only. Such people are called as homosexuals. There are also some guys and girls who like guys as well as girls. They are called as bisexuals. All others are called as heterosexuals. Only when the hetero or bi guys have sex with a hetero or bi girl, they make babies. Others can’t but they still have sex because they like each other. So, sex is not just about making babies. It’s also about liking and loving each other.” he explained to me.
“Do you mean that you had sex with me because you like me?” I asked shyly, pondering over his statement.
“Haha… Yes, I certainly do like you. Actually, I love you.” he said and hugged me as we lay on the bed.
I loved the feeling of him so close to me and hugged him back as well.
“Well, I love you too,” I said. “Does that make me a homosexual? And are you a homosexual or a bisexual?” I asked him.
“Well, we can’t really say anything about you for sure as you are too young right now and haven’t had many experiences. You will know when you will have grown up more. I am a homosexual. Homosexual guys call themselves Gay, short and simple!” he told me.
“So you are gay… How did you come to know tha you are gay?” I asked him again.
“When I entered puberty I remember all of my friends talking about girls and which girls looked hot and all that. I never really understood why they found a particular girl hot. I thought maybe someday I would find some very beautiful girl and consider her hot. But that never really happened. Then I learned masturbation…”
“What’s masturbation?” I interrupted him.
“That’s what we did to each other in the evening. Gosh, you are naive! How come you know nothing about sex yet?” he asked me. “Well I’m a studious kid and I don’t really have such friends…or rather any friends. My books keep me company.” I answered him.
“Hmmm… Ok, let me continue my story, as I said I then learnt about masturbation… Whenever I masturbated, I always used to think about some good looking guy from school or some random hot guy I saw on TV, never a girl. I started to think something was wrong with me,” he paused.
“Then, about two years ago when this gym opened on the next street, I joined the gym hoping to look at sexy guys there. It was in this gym that I realized I was into guys and wanted to have sex with just them. I knew I was gay… Wanna know the story of my first time?” he asked winking at me.
“Yes!” I replied excitedly.
“The gym had some good looking instructors and I asked one of them to help me out when I joined. He was one of the managers of the gym and he was a really rich guy. He was smoking hot! He was my senior at the time and was in twelfth grade then. I was in tenth. Whenever we worked out, my eyes were just all over his body. Sometimes I thought he stared at my shorts too when spotting me.”
“One day I pulled a thigh muscle while doing my squats. He came and started to massage my thigh. I began getting an erection. He noticed it and coyly brushed the bulge in my shorts with the back of his hand. Our eyes met, he smiled and helped me get up and told me to lean on him and come with him.”
“The gym is in front of a large bungalow and it was then that I realised that the bungalow belonged to his family. He took me along to his room on the topmost floor. He sat me down on his bed and told me that he was going to take off my shorts now. I agreed and he took my shorts off and his own too.”
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Ravi stretched his hand down to my pyjama and started rubbing my semi-hard penis now while narrating the story.
“Both of us were in our briefs and he continued massaging my thigh and repeatedly brushing his hand against the bulge on my briefs. My penis was growing harder and I noticed he was too. Suddenly he grabbed my dick over my briefs and started rubbing it along the shaft.”
