Indian Gay Sex Story: Lovers by choice: 2

Indian Gay Sex Story: Lovers by choice: 2

Indian Gay Sex Story: The vacations ended soon enough and the students started pouring in back to the hostel. After my confrontation with Prof. Shukla that night we didn’t meet much. I had an awkward vibe from the whole discussion that night and felt like I made him uncomfortable in some way. So I began to avoid him as much as possible. I could not even look him properly in the eye while in class and just kept myself absorbed in the notes. He must have noticed it too because suddenly one day he asked me to wait after his class.

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I really didn’t want a confrontation again but I could not do anything about it either. I had to wait outside the class when all others had gone. He came out a few minutes holding his books in one hand and smiled at me and asked me to walk with him. I kept my head bowed down and started walking beside him silently. He didn’t say anything for a long time and finally asked me what was wrong when we reached a rather calmer and secluded area.

I didn’t say anything still. I knew he was uncomfortable with the whole discussion and I just did not want to strain the amicable relationship I had with him more by asking him uncomfortable questions. I stood silently. He exhaled an exasperated sigh and seemed even more sad than me. He kept his hand on my shoulder in a way that I just had to look up at him. His eyes seemed moist and after staring at me for a moment, he simply said ‘We are two very alike people Chinmay. Two drops of oil in a sea of water.’ He smiled rather painfully at the end and just walked away.

I could not fully comprehend what he meant but I knew he was referring to the questions I asked him that night. He knew I was down because of the whole thing. His knowledge of my plight did make me feel a bit better but I was still by his statement and couldn’t understand why he was so sad about it either. I kept thinking about it for a very long time until I read an obscure article in a journal in the library.

Believe it or not, during that time I had no idea about sexualities and their existence. The journal on alternate sexualities was like a looking glass into my world of thoughts and suddenly everything started to look clear as water! I was a homosexual. I had felt sexual attractions towards the same sex ever since I hit puberty but I just had not realised it was so. But the even bigger realisation came with the statement from Prof. Shukla..

‘We are two very alike people Chinmay. Two drops of oil in a sea of water.’

The words kept echoing in my head all day long and that evening I just blankly walked upto Prof. Shukla’s room. I knocked twice and was about to leave when Prof. Shukla finally opened the door. He looked sleepy but the moment he saw my blank expression he understood that I had to talk about something very important and invited me in.

He asked me to sit on the chair beside his study table while he sat on the bed himself. I just stood at the door. He yawned and rubbed his eyes like a kid. For the first time he seemed cute to me..

Prof. Shukla then looked at me prepared for my next set of questions for him. I didn’t really have statements prepared in my head and just blurted out ‘So we are gay?’ I must have caught him by surprise. He just gave an exasperated sigh and after a while just nodded in agreement and kept looking blankly at me again. We were both at loss of words apparently. I just sat down on the chair looking at the floor again.

After a while he handed me a packet of biscuits with a smile. The same smile that captivated me the very first time I saw him in our class. It felt homely there. I instinctively smiled back and took a biscuit and started munching. We had an unspoken understanding now and everything just seemed good again. We didn’t really discuss much about it again either. For us it was as regular a thing as any other bodily function.

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

But we were closer now. The differences we shared from others concerning the similarity among ourselves brought us closer than we could imagine. Don’t mistake me though. We had a strictly student-teacher relationship for a long time until I passed out. We were surely more than that but physically we never went beyond hugs. I wanted to cuddle next to him at times but he had the rule that I had to return to my room the moment the clock struck 10.

Things went smoothly for a long time. My friends were often amused by my proximity with Prof. Shukla but I couldn’t really bother less. In my final year things started becoming bleaker when the fear of separation swept in. But soon afterwards my life changed forever……cont’d.