Indian Gay Sex Story: A College Story: 2
Indian Gay Sex Story: A College Story: 2
Indian Gay Sex Story: A couple days of my first college days had past, and I started to make out some sort of pattern of classes, but I still felt a little secluded. I didn’t interact with many classmates, but the boy from Assam constantly helped me in all my work, and tried to help me catch up. He then told me to come to his room after class as he was going to give me something.
After the last class, I walked back when suddenly my eyes squinted from the scorching hot sun and saw Rahul. There he was again, in all his hotness, and perfectly buttoned white dress shirt. He was holding his bag in front of the sun to cover the sun’s harsh tanning rays to touch his delicate white skin. I noticed his small patch of sweat near his armpits after he had his arms in the air.
He was surrounded by his usual, popular girl and guy crowd. Still unknown to anyone, I walked past them and went back to my hostel. After changing into a t shirt and a pajama, I had one whole room to myself with an attached bathroom, while the others had shared rooms and shared bathrooms which were not attached.
I started walking down the hostel, looking for room 208. It was the corner room on the second floor near the shared bathroom. The room wasn’t locked, and was closed just enough so nothing was visible. I knocked, and heard someone talking loudly, as if they were on the phone.
After no one opened, or asked me to come in, I pushed the door open… I saw Rahul with his earphones on with a red tank and black frenchie giggling on the phone in Punjabi. This was when I found out he was punjabi. I entered the room and sat across the bed, trying hard to stare at him, and in fact, I was still technically supposed to be mad after that initial incident.
After seeing me, he wrapped up his conversation, and then hung up. He then came up to me and tried to speak in broken english, Whats up man? I quickly replied in punjabi, “bas vadia” I couldn’t really keep my eyes off of him but I quickly gazed away. He was surprised to hear me speak punjabi, and felt sort of relieved.
“You’re Punjabi”, he said. “Yeah, what did you think?” He then quickly explained to me without my mentioning, “yaar, I was so nervous that day when I met you, you looked like a rich kid from Delhi, I thought what would you do with someone who comes from a Punjabi village like me” I was surprised at his explanation, in which he giggled and spoke with transparent honesty.
I certainly didn’t expect this. I had quickly forgotten about the purpose of why I came but I was glad that I did. He then put his hand on my shoulder, and said “hun gal karne aan (let’s talk now)”
He started asking me how I liked the college, and how everything was. Then started asking the typical jock questions, did you see any hot girl you liked? He told me how the one he was talking on the phone to was a girl from Delhi. As a jealous crush, I obviously changed the topic, and said, yeah, they’re ok but the girls in a Delhi are better. Amazed at my response, he then said, “yes, of course, you’ve probably been with a lot of girls, haina” As I nodded, the door opened, and the boy from Assam entered.
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“Karan, I see you met my roomate Rahul” I replied, yes, I didn’t know he was your roommate. We actually met each other before. Rahul then hugged his roomie in front of me, giggled and said man I love you. His roommie shrugged away and said, “hey man leave me”. He quickly opened his almirah, and handed me his file, and said, you can just copy this.
I took the file, and said thank you, and left. As I left the room, Rahul quickly followd me, “Karan! Kede room ch rehna e?” I said 231. He said “oh, I will come to you in a bit, bas don’t talk in english with me” I smiled at how cute he was, said ok, and then walked away.
