The Cosmic Gay Love Story

The Cosmic Gay Love Story

Ritik was a handsome 22-year-old with a muscular toned body, chiseled features, pink lips, fair skin, a thick nine-inch cock and a fat juicy bubbly ass. He was crying alone in a silent auditorium on the Amity campus in Noida. He had no friends to talk to, only Facebook and Instagram names, and that empty feeling kept shattering him.

One weekend a batchmate invited him on a trip. Ritik was excited and overwhelmed that someone had finally called him. By evening they cancelled. Furious, he decided on a solo trip, packed his bag and left for Kullu-Manali. He felt happy, but his fortune was about to change.

He went trekking in the hills of Kullu. He reached the entrance in a pink sunrise and, by sunset, found a perfect place to camp. He set the tent and made the site comfortable. In the dark he sat inside with chicken tikka, feeling that no one in the world needed him as a friend.

Furious, Ritik picked up a stone and threw it at the sky while cussing. “Kyu koi mujhse dosti nahi karta, baat nahi karta, kya main itna bura hu,” he cried. The stone landed near the river, beside a small entrance to some old palace. Adventurous and courageous, he had no fear of the dark, only the fear of being lonely.

He slipped into the ruined palace. It was pitch dark, so he lit his torch and moved forward. A masculine voice called, “IDHAR AAOO.” Ritik followed it into a bedroom and saw a naked statue of a prince. On the wall was a picture of a handsome man named Harshvardhan Rajput, and below it lay a copper celestial coin.

Ritik picked up the coin, placed it on the statue’s hand in a humorous way and said, “Le bhai, khush reh. Tu bhi kya yaad karega.” A thunderclap came from nowhere and struck the statue. The prince came to life, naked from head to toe, fair, muscular, sexy and furious after centuries under the curse.

Ritik hid in a corner. The prince found him and lifted him with one hand. “Mujhe maaf kar dijiye, main toh bas yun hi aa gaya tha,” Ritik said. His baggy jeans, worn with no underwear, slipped down. The prince saw his hard cock, set him down and looked at him with open hunger. All of a sudden the prince was on his knees.

Ritik was still catching his breath when he felt a mouth on his thick cock. The prince was sucking him like a hungry, skilled mouth. Pure ecstasy hit Ritik. He held a bunch of the prince’s hair and started guiding his mouth, and the prince moaned for more. “Aahh, fuuhh, fuck, chusso,” Ritik groaned. “Hmm, guggh, guggh,” the prince answered, taking him deeper.

After a long, wet suck Ritik filled the prince’s mouth with his cream, and he was still not done. Heat took over. He pulled the prince up and kissed him like a starving man, as if the world outside the ruin had vanished. Then he started giving filthy orders, and the prince followed them with a hungry grin.

“Chal, ghodi ban, randi,” Ritik said. “Jaisa aap kahein, maalik,” the prince answered, already getting on his hands and knees. Ritik slicked two fingers with saliva and slowly pushed them into the prince. “Kaisa laga, kutiya?” he asked. “Aahhh, uhmm, aram se, par maza aaya,” the prince moaned, pushing back for more.

“Abhi toh tujhe asli maza dikhana baaki hai,” Ritik said. He stripped, lined his cock up and slid in slowly while the prince breathed through the stretch. The prince could barely take the thick length at first, then he opened around it and asked for pace. Ritik started thrusting hard, spanking that muscular ass, fucking him like a wild stud.

“Kahan tha ab tak tu, fuck,” Ritik growled, spanking him again and again. “Rajaji, aaram se… aapka hi toh intezar tha,” the prince gasped, then broke into a moan. “Ab maza aa raha hai, aur zor se karo, aaahhhhh, uhmmm.” “Jaisa tu kahe, raand,” Ritik answered, and kept going.

He took the prince in every position they both wanted and stayed inside him for hours. At the end he came deep and filled the prince with thick malai cream. He stayed laid over the prince’s back, cock still resting in that used hole, and both of them slept like that. At sunrise Ritik woke on the prince’s lap.

They kissed for long minutes. The prince pressed the celestial coin into Ritik’s hand and said he could call him whenever he needed, but only at night. The curse would not let him move in sunlight. Ritik took the coin, spanked that ass, dressed and walked back to the campsite, already waiting for dark.

As soon as night fell he called the prince with the coin. The prince appeared in the tent and their heat started again. After the fucking they lit cigarettes at the corner of the hill, cuddling and talking. “Acha hua ki tum mile, warna mere toh koi dost nahi tha,” Ritik said, crying, and hugged him. “Chup ho jao. Main hu idhar, tumhare liye,” the prince said.

They kissed and went for another round. Sunrise came and the prince disappeared. The trip ended and Ritik went home happier than he had been in years. By evening he got fresh, waited until the family slept, then called the prince with the coin. The prince came at once, and they spent the night in slow, romantic sex until morning.

Those nights became frequent. It was not only sex. The prince used his old power and hidden treasures to steady Ritik’s life. Still Ritik hated that they could meet only after dark. One night he asked, “Tum hamesha mere saath kyu nahi reh sakte?” “Mera curse hi aisa hai,” the prince said. “Iska koi toh outcome hoga,” Ritik pushed.

“Agar koi ladka mujhse shaadi kare toh main free ho jaunga,” the prince said. “Samajh gaya,” Ritik answered, and claimed him as his husband right there. The coin lifted into the air and burst. The curse broke. Ritik’s campus years ended, he graduated, and both husbands moved to Mumbai. They lived, fucked and loved each other without hiding from the sun.