Indian Gay Sex Story: Lovers by choice: 1

Indian Gay Sex Story: Lovers by choice: 1

Indian Gay Sex Story: The incident that I’m about to narrate happened years ago when I was just a medical student. But starting then my life completely changed for the good. I am a gay guy. A homosexual. My act of making love is illegal in my great nation called India. I don’t have any rights and the Supreme Court itself considers me a miniscule minority and thereby unworthy of my basic human rights. Sad right? But I do exist. As happy as I can be and as GAY as God made me.

I wasn’t always so glad about my sexuality though and all the credit for my open minded attitude goes to a professor of mine who taught us Anatomy in the first year, Prof. Shukla. I’m his widow now. It’s a long story of ours that started somewhere around 94. We were together for over two decades until he decided to end his life because of the newer university restrictions and accusations and what nots.. I was angry with him for a long time but I am not any more. I loved him and still do and I always will.

Its a long story to tell so I hope you will have the patience to bear with me. I won’t go into the specifics of things but I do want to share my tale with someone and here’s how it goes..

I had been a bright student and my parents had already seen a doctor in me. I’m Chinmay Rathod by the way. Sorry for not introducing myself sooner.. I’m in my late forties now and the events of this tale took place two decades ago. It was the year 1994 when I was a fresher in a reputed medical college of the country. I was deeply closeted during the time and didn’t have the wildest dreams of ever being the proud gay guy that I am today. I just wanted to make my parents happy by fulfilling their dreams..

In those days medical college were notoriously known for their aggressive ragging culture. It was absurd for such brilliant minds to engage in things like that but I guess not all were brilliant enough. The acts ranged from recreational to downright sexual harassment. People were a bit too liberal back then which is both boon and a bane if you consider the present.

I was once forced to shag a senior of mine until he ejaculated and then dip my finger in his semen and shove it in my ass. As horrible as it may sound now, that was my first confrontation with my sexuality because I liked doing all that with him. I was even hard and had a leaking penis while his was shooting his load into the plastic cup.

So that’s how the first few days went by. We had our first exams and I failed in anatomy. The old lectures we had back then was such a lousy aged fellow. He was on his death bed and still continued to teach us. His knowledge itself was outdated in the subject matter and every breath he exhaled seemed like his last. Until it did. He died while teaching us. He was writing something on the board at snail’s pace and just fell, never to rise again. That was both tragic and comic as well..

Then we had a new professor for the subject. He was a middle aged man and was the exact opposite of our late teacher.

Prof. Shivam Shukla was a joyous soul who always had a pleasant vibe no matter how hard a topic he was teaching. He was an excellent teacher and had become a role model for me. Just that for a very long time. My grades improved in the subject drastically and soon I was the topper. I was having his utmost attention in the class and became his star pupil soon. His attention became my trophy. His smiling approving eyes which I can still feel looking at me, always made me strive to do better. Now its just the memory of those eyes that keeps me going..

He lived in the lecturers quarters of hostel itself and obviously he was unmarried. Our diwali vacations arrived and I was down with the viral fever. I could not travel in the condition and had to stay in the hostel itself while one by one people went off to their homes. Because of me the warden too had to stay but when he discovered that Prof. Shukla was staying too he handed over my responsibility to him and left off as well.

It was just the two of us in the first year hostel building then. Prof. Shukla often came to visit me and check my stats. He even brought me meals for two days when I was at my first. His prescriptions were working and I was feeling better too eventually. I wanted to thank him for the care he bestowed on me and arranged a dinner for him the following Sunday.

He was pleasantly surprised to see me at his door and welcomed me in. We had our dinner over laughters and jokes. He had a lot of experiences to share with me and I was like a timid cat eager for his affection and company. That dinner brought us closer. The discussion then shifted onto me when he asked me about my performance in other subjects and the company of people in the college.

He enquired about the ragging rituals too and somehow I felt free enough to tell him the horror I had had by then. He looked sad hearing about the shagging and told me how unsafe it was for me. We were silent for a moment and then I asked him the reason for my enjoyment in that event out of curiosity.

A bittersweet tale of love, romance, sex and loss from an Indian gay guy on his own life.

He became a bit grave and asked me elaborate on it. I told him how I was excited about doing the thing and how I was even hard. He was quiet for a moment and asked me if I ever had sex with a woman. The answer was an obvious no from my end. He asked me if I had any attraction towards the opposite sex and I just told him that I hadn’t thought about it as much.

He was quiet again and changed the topic by looking at the clock and shrugged me off saying it was quite late already. I could only agree with him and leave but I knew I would have this conversation again with him. I guess he knew it too….cont’d.