Indian Gay Sex Story: Forbidden Love: 1
Indian Gay Sex Story: Forbidden Love: 1
Indian Gay Sex Story: To be very honest, I consider myself the most blessed and the most lucky of many around me. The Almighty has great powers and has taken care of me and the ones I loved for all these years. I’m grateful to Him and my legions will be by his side forever. Below is one account in my life that proves my statement. A beautiful yet forbidden tale of romance, seduction and above all love. A love that would break the boundaries of all other relationships.
I was 18 and had just hit puberty with I saw Vijay for the very first time. He was ten years older than me. His father had shifted besides us, and they had become our new neighbours – the Khannas.
Vijay, like his elder brother Vikranth and his father Varun Khanna, had joined the army right after graduation. It had been 2 years since the initiation and Vijay was gloriously sculpt and ready to take on the world as I winner. Our families bonded instantly and my elder sister Jyoti, was married off to him within the next 5 years.
But this story is not about Jyoti and Vijay. It defiantly isn’t. This story is about that 18 year old queer who laid his eyes on the 23 year old cadet all those years ago for the very first time and then, looking up at a falling star wished, that the two would be united in love some day. And has kept to that wish ever since.
That boy was me, Jagannath Sinha. I realised at that very tender age that I was attracted to guys. My friends would smuggle in straight Porn on CD’s and I’d pretend to gwak at the boobies, when what I really fancied were the rock hard cocks slapping the girls around.
Vijay had arrived on a Saturday afternoon and it was a little after 3. I remember the day so clearly. It’s been edged in my memory like it was yesterday. 18th of May, 2005. There was the Major Varun Khanna, his wife Vibhavari Khanna, the elder Vikrant Khanna and the youngest, Vijay Khanna. They did their shifting and moving and since our row house connected with theirs, the terraces were all open and we could see exactly what was going on up there.
Jyoti and I sneaked up and watched the two band of misfits figure out how to keep boxes and cartons in a very shabby manner. While the entire commotion took place beside us, Jyoti stepped down to grab a pitcher of cold lemonade. I guess it was destiny that gave me an opportunity to get a glimpse of my heart throb Shirtless for the very first time.
Vikrant must have also gone downstairs to bring up the few boxes that were remaining. Vijay sat down all sweaty and out of breath on the parapet of the terrace.
He was completely out of breath. He stopped a spell to catch it and then tugging his t-shirt with both hands, he tried to pull it over his head. I guess the tee was a size too small, or that he just wanted to flaunt those hidden muscles to everyone on the drive here, that he didn’t realise how tight it would get after a shrinkage due to all the sweat. He wrestled with the clothe once more and with a loud sigh that was followed by a BHEN-CHOD, he held the color of his now drenched clothing and with both hands ripped it off.
This was a sight of soar eyes. I gasped in shock. He was the most beautifully crafted person I had ever seen. His bronzed coloured skin glistened under the mid day heat. The dark brown discs between his pecs were all hard and teasing.
Sweat trinkeled down his chest on to his large nipples and then clunked on the ground bellow them. His chest roze and fell. His skin was smooth beside the tuft of hair that originated from his navel towards his cloth line. They disappeared under the brief strap. His jeans were tight too, and I could tell there were wonders hidden beneath considering the size of the bulge.
He moved his hand over his forehead and wiped the sweat off the brow. His bicep flexed for a second and they kinda resembled the size of a huge ping-pong ball. Fuck, I thought as I drooled over this piece of art…. This guy was the fantasy to blow off all fantasies.
Jyoti returned a few seconds later but after noticing Vijay in all his glory, she asked me to offer him a drink instead and ran down quickly. As a nervous wreck at that time, I somehow managed to walk up to him and squeak out, “hello…”
He turned for a sec and then returned to his adjusting of boxes. I guess he didn’t notice me, tray in hand. I said a hello for the second time. This one was a bit louder. He turned again and his eye caught mine.
“Hi there… ” he, said smiling. “… Sorry, I didn’t notice u in all this mess.”
I smiled back still dum folded with two empty glasses and a pitcher of icy cold Neembu-paani. He walked over to me, a bulbous 6 feet 2, well sculpt and extremely manly with the pheromones he was unintentionally releasing.
“Hi, ” I said in my petty little voice, ” I’m jagganath. This is our house. I live here. Mummy sent this for you.”
I was unknowingly shitting bricks at that time. I could have collapsed any second then.
“Oh, how sweet. Thanks buddy. I’m Vijay by the way…”
I smiled and nodded.
“Yes, I know…” I said blushing “My ma and your ma have already started to exchange phone numbers and recipes downstairs.”
“You know Jaggu… I can call u Jaggu right? ” Vijay said as he picked a glass from the tray and poured the drink into it.
I smiled sheepishly.
” Don’t mind me saying this, but you have the most sweetest of voices I’ve ever heard. A moment ago I thought I was a girl calling out to me. I thought I got lucky… ” his laughter echoed in the background.
I never did get such a compliment ever before, so I didn’t really know how to react to it. Then I decided to act the way I would have if it were a normal situation. I smiled again. He smiled back.
He came closer to me and touched my left arm. “I hope I didn’t offend u…?”
“no… “, I stuttered.” You can’t. You’re way to kind for that. ”
He laughed again. “How can u tell.”
“I can see it in your eyes. The kindness is overflowing through it… The same way it does from mine… ” I left afterwards.
It was three days later that I had a silent erotic moment with Vijay, without him even realising it. Now our terraces are constructed in such a way that there is a parapet that separates each terrace and you can either sit on it or below it on the ground while supporting yourself. I was sitting on the ground with my Walkman in hand.
I was listening to Aao Naa from a very romantic film back in the day and it was a song that meant a great deal. I had an upset day a d needed to unwind. Jyoti rarely came upstairs and so the terrace was my little kingdom.
My back was turned to Vijays part of the terrace and I was engrossed in the second verse. “…Sun sako dhadkanein, itne paas aao naa… Sab gate hai… Sab hi madhosh hai… Hum Tum kyun khamosh hai?”
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That’s when I noticed the light to Vijay’s terrace turn on. I bent low and turned. It was Vijay. He came up all sweaty in his vest and shorts. It was his regular routine. He would go for an evening jog and return home around 7. Then he’d retrace his steps to the terrace for some stretches and workout regime… Pushups, pullups, ab crunches, the works. I was about to stand and call him when I froze in embarrassment.
Today was not a regular day. I noticed this repeat evening after evening, but Vijay seemed different today. His eyes sparkled and workout was really the last thing on his mind. He had come up on the terrace with a bonner. A very large BONNER….to be continued.
