Indian Gay Sex Story: Forbidden Love: 9
Indian Gay Sex Story: Forbidden Love: 9
Indian Gay Sex Story: I woke up in the arms of my man. He had a slight grunt of a snore my animal, and it was simply adorable. We were still entwined in each other’s arms. My head rested on his chest and his hands curved to reach my butt, as he gently cupped his hand on it. I slowly moved his hand so as to not disturb him. I checked the time. The digits on my cell read 7:55 PM. Wow, I thought. We’d slept for a good straight twelve hours approximately. Another thirty minutes, and we would have crossed that benchmark. We were so tired in lovemaking that all we did was sleep for the entire day. I laughed heartily.
I rolled over and kept the mobile back on the side table. Vijay squirmed a bit and let out a low grunt. He then made himself comfortable and continued snoring. I lifted my head up and moved closer towards his face and kissed him. He didn’t realize it. I kissed him again and shifted from his body. I got out of bed and shifted in the dark to find my clothes.
“Your pant is over there, in the corner of the room.”I heard Viju’s scratchy voice. “Uuth gaye aap?” I asked turning around to face him. I could see him, but fragments from the dim lights that seeped into the room. He coughed and cleared his throat. “I got up a few minutes ago, before you…” he said. “Then why didn’t you wake me up?” I asked. “You looked so peaceful… so calm… so pleasant in sleep that I really didn’t want to wake you up.” He said smiling.
I fumbled in the dark and found the switchboard towards the main door of the bedroom. I turned the lights on. My eyes blinked a bit as it adjusted to the bright light that filled the room. I turned back to Vijay and noticed his colossal body tangled up in the sheets on the bed. He got up and moved towards the headboard and sat upright. I noticed his erect dick all hard and happy to greet me. “My… my… you still have a hard-on?” I said laughing. He looked at me, “Morning boner…” He said slightly embarrassed.
“Morning boner?” I chucked. “…your boner is a 24*7 one…”
He joined me in the joke. “So, you wanna calm the bugger down?” he asked. “You betcha,” I responded gleefully.
I crawled on to him and kissed him. I then pulled the sheets away and bent down. “Lemme try blowing you…” I said. He smiled. I took the tip of his cock head into my mouth and teased it with the tip of my tongue. “Aaaahhhhh…. yes….. uhmmmmmmmmm….” He moaned.
I sucked in deeper and deeper until half of the cock went in and that when I started gagging. He pulled my head over it and slapped his dick on my face. “Don’t push yourself too hard”, he said.
I nodded and spat on his dick. I took it again and with one hand massaged it between my fingers and my mouth. I then took the other hand and positioned it on his nipple, twisting it and pressing it. “Fuck yes…” He said moaning even louder. I quickened the pace and sucked vigorously. We went back and forth a few more times and then he shot seven hot loads into my mouth. I drank hungrily and sat up. He kissed me and I kissed him back.
He stood from the bed and in his naked glory pointed to the bathroom. “Am going in for a shower…” he said, “…wanna join me?” He asked. “Neki aur pooch pooch…” I sang and happily went in there after him. We took a long steamy bath where he fucked me a few times and I blew him twice. I drank his cum thrice, greedily both in the ass and in the mouth as well. I came twice too. On his chest the first time and in his mouth the second.
We dried off and entered the master bedroom. He quickly pulled on a fresh pair of jeans and said that he’d get my backpack from downstairs. I waited for him to return. I unpacked and wore a fresh pair of clothing. We then went downstairs together and made dinner. We ate simple Maggie noodles as we both hadn’t wakened up during the day to fetch for supplies. There were some raw ingredients he’d keep in the house for emergency use, but they were not useful at that late hour. After washing up post-dinner, I took his hands in my hands and led him upstairs to the terrace. It was dusty and dark, but it reminded me of the first time we’d actually met.
Once he closed the terrace door behind him, he knew that there was a hell lot of explaining to do for all that was going on between his family and him that we didn’t know.
He told me that Jyoti had gotten pregnant with Yogesh’s child all those years ago. She was 18 and hadn’t even finished her education. He loved her dearly, but wasn’t well off and couldn’t take the responsibilities of the child and the wife. He still wanted to fess up and face the music for their actions. Vijay intervened and said that he would take care of Jyo and her child until Yogesh was well off to propose.
So Kakimaa and he decided to get him married off to Jyoti so as to save our family from embarrassment. He did this only because he loved me. The thing about Vijay is that his mother knew that he was gay from the very start. She also knew that he loved me the first time he saw me. She also wanted the two of us to be partners in life. She knew that I had feelings for him too. And once that was confirmed she plotted to have us spend time together. So all those plans where I’d be with Vijay, either on bike rides, or shopping for groceries for the two families together, or going camping and trekking with him, or even that very night before the wedding… well… it was all Kakima. She had planned every single detail of our unity right until the very “t”.
So since Jyoti got herself knocked up, the entire plan went south. So then Maa decided that Vijay can go and look after the child and Jyoti until Yogesh got on his feet and was able to take full responsibility for his family. Both Vijay and Maa didn’t tell anyone what was happening and it looked like Vijay made the ultimate sacrifice. He did make it to some extent. But yes, the plan went through until the war of 2014. Once he was called for it, Kakima thought that things could get worse and no one would let Jyoti marry Yogesh even if she did confront all the family about it then. She planned a fake death. She too was a part of the Indian Army as a teacher for 18 years. She knew her resources well and had contacts in places that even probably the MLA of Kolkotta wouldn’t have known at that time.
It was the only way where my family would agree to get Jyoti married off to her first true love. The plan did go well until I decided to visit Ladakh. After this, she decided that it was the time I was told the truth and that Vijay and I needed to meet. The separation of a decade was much a torment for the both of us. She was the only one person amongst the nine of us who knew that Vijay and I had feelings for each other. (Nine included my folks, my sister, Vijay’s Folks and brother and now his sister-in-law as well)
Maa wanted Vijay to have a happy life and I was the one who she knew deep down would provide the same to him. Luck being kind to the two of us, I turned out to be a celebrity overseas and this meant more protection and acceptance once the word went out if it ever did. Maa said that she did all this planning because she didn’t want us to end up like her brother Shourob. Apparently back when she was a child, her elder brother Shourob confessed being a homosexual and wanted to move in with his best friend Aonuraag. Vijay’s grandfather and Aonuraag’s Uncle had the two of them killed in the fields of fear that their blasphemous love affair would bring shame on the family. Maa also married into the family. Colonel Khanna was somehow loosly related to the Chattopadhyay’s and he too was dead against the concept of gay marriages. Maa did try breaching the subject a few times once she realized Vijay’s inclination, but it didn’t help.
“The fate of my son will not repeat like that of my brother’s. He shall not sacrifice the one he loves for this society and its ridiculous traditions and norms.” She said with tears in her eyes. “You are the one I always wanted to see settle down with my boy. Even before you realized that you loved him. Even before I really got to know your family. These are special intuitions that only a mother feels.” She wiped the flowing tears from her face and sighed off from Skype.
The plan was simple. We were to move back to Canada and start a new life there. Vijay’s dad was going to be eluded from all the truth and so was his elder brother. My parents were later on informed about the entire situation. This was once Jyoti had married Yogesh. My parents were a bit crossed feeling let down that they had to undergo all that pain and torment for over a years time. But they soon forgave Maa and all was back to normal.
After a month in Ladakh and much lovemaking under the stars on the roof of the house and in the shower and in the kitchen and in the hall and in the bedrooms and in the…. you get my point right, we returned back to Kolkotta. Jyoti’s wedding wasn’t until July the following year. We were ordered to be invisible until then.
Colonel Khanna just kept quite thinking that his voice would end a marriage and a child would lose her father. But he still never wrapped his head around the fact that why was Vijay so generous to marry Jyoti, when he honestly didn’t have any feelings for her to begin with. This was a secret that Maa kept buried deep inside her heart.
I had completed my second book by March, the next year and with the legalities in place, Vijay and I flew back to Canada where we bought a home together. Canoodling in Ladakh was getting risky. People started talking that two guys were renting the bungalow and moans of a girl was heard throughout the daytime and sometimes at night. No girl was to be found though, either entering or leaving the place. Maa didn’t want these allegations reaching home. Kolkotta was safer, more secure and no one bothered peeping into the Chattopadhyays’.
I didn’t return back for Jyoti’s wedding but wished the two the very best of luck. Even then, Jyoti wasn’t let in on Vijay’s reality. We turned the four-bedroom house into a foster care facility for wayward girls. The three bedrooms upstairs were for the foster kids and the one downstairs beside the kitchen was ours.
By the start of 2017, our love story was narrated to the entire family. Vijay’s dad is still upset and will not speak with his wife nor his son about the betrayal. But thanks to maa, we’re safe here in Vancouver. Maa says that we may return back home once things settle down. Daddy and mama have accepted Vijay as their son-in-law and always taunt Jyoti telling her that I caught a much better fish from the ocean in comparison to hers. This joke echoes every time she visits home. Mummy and Daddy have joined us this Christmas and will be here for the next three months. We wanted Maa to join them also, but Vijay’s dad wouldn’t allow it. I still haven’t given him that respect a son-in-law needs to, but unless he accepts Vijay for who he is, I will not be breaching that subject and Vijay knows well not to push me. Vijay has opened a gym here and has also started giving training to small-town celebrities as well. The pay for the both of us, when we bring to the table is sufficient for the girls, for us and we also get to save some for a rainy day.
Since my parent’s arrival, there is so much to do. Vijay has offered our bedroom to them and we take the couch that rolls out into a bed. We now sleep in the hall and are very careful while having sex. His in-laws asleep across the hall and we have three girls upstairs too. Having silent sex is even more thrilling and captivating. You always have this fear of getting caught. The enjoyment in the dark when all is asleep and you have to curb your moans of pleasure is an experience in itself.
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We still haven’t told them but, we shall be making an announcement on my birthday, that is in a few days in the month of January. We have filed for adoption and will be getting little Giselle into our midst in Feb. The main reason for calling my folks from India was to meet their first granddaughter. The legalities are in place and the adoption agency shall be sending their first round of checks. Not to sound too optimistic, but the lady coming to screen us for the final approval also happens to be the sister of my editor. A small world isn’t it.
Thank you so much for being a part of my life and my story. I do wish you all a very happy new year and hope all your dreams come true… the same way mine did ! You see, its all about faith, trust and a tad bit of pixie dust…
