Indian Gay Erotica of The Magnificent Obsession: 9
Indian Gay Erotica: “The Magnificent Obsession-9”
Says Kabira…………
“In the region of love
There is no difference between King & pauper. Who wants to get love has to give up his ego. All other wealth has no
No value in love. Love is a spiritual, not a material thing.”
****From the eyes of Amrit Brar****
The moon was setting. The breeze was picking up, the clouds were gathering, and it looked like it might storm. Then the breeze became a wind. And the thunder and lightning all around me. And I could see myself as I ran towards the car. I was looking for kabir and I was yelling because he was lost, “Kabir! ” Kabir!.
Indeed kabir was lost. I honked the horn and kabir was standing at the door. He came upon the fire with a fever. He stepped in with a dull and pale look. His muscles were aching, throat was hurting, his head was throbbing almost like a heart.
I kept staring at his hands almost believing they belonged to someone else. I hugged him and he hugged me back. He was rolling his eyes. “You’re burning up, “I said. I felt his hands on my face. I held him for a moment. “Shhh”.
I checked his vein and put a thermometer under his tongue. I studied the time on my watch, then pulled the thermometer out of his mouth. ” A hundred and one. “We’ve got to break that fever”. He shook his head. I think he was mumbling.
The words were on his tongue but he couldn’t say them. “It’s just a cold, “he whispered. But it seemed like someone else was talking. He couldn’t stop shivering. I held him tighter and whispered something. I gave him two aspirin, a glass of water. I took his face between my two hands, looked right into his eyes, and whispered, Kabir, I will love you forever.
The words were serene and sober and I looked right at him because I wanted him to know that I meant every word of what I’d said to him. I thought he was going to cry. And I whispered in my own brain, don’t cry don’t cry. And it was like he heard me- and he didn’t cry.
We got out of the car to fetch some medicines. There was lightning in the sky and thunder and the smell of the rain. God, the drops of rain were so cold. “Shit”. He yelled.
“We’re fucking crazy.”
“Yeah, Yeah! I laughed. I guess it was enough just to hear the sound of Kabir’s voice. It was like listening to a song. When I came back with medicines there was a bruiser guy in black guise with long tresses was standing there holding Kabir’s shoulder. My mind drifted.
I felt my heart beating against my chest. Kabir looked at me, a look of panic on his face. I felt a sudden hot flush of anger. My eyes shot wide open in anger. Numb from head to toe. Kabir tried to feel happy, but he could not. I wanted to grab him by his collar.
Kabir gave a wistful smile and a wave good-bye to that holy shit and then turned around. He stretched his arms up toward the sky. And closed his eyes. I was standing next to him. I could feel his breath. We didn’t say a word.
He was “Zen”, my gym trainer, he said. I kept seeing Kabir Standing in the rain. I couldn’t tell if he was smiling or not. What if he’d lost his smile?. I wanted to tell him that I never knew people like kabir existed in the world, people who looked at the stars, and knew the mysteries of water, and knew enough to know that birds and creatures belonged to the heavens.
I wanted to tell him that he had changed my life and that I would never be the same, not ever. We stepped into the car. His eyes blurry with tears, I hated watching the tears falling down Kabir’s face. Why was it that some guys had tears in them and some had no tears at all? Different boys lived by different rules.
He leaned his head on my shoulder. I wanted us to stay that way forever. Simultaneously, I was handling the steering and combing his hairs with fingers. He looked out the window at the black clouds ahead of us. He opened the window and smelled the rain. He held his hand out and felt the drops.
It was like a kiss. The sky was kissing him. It was a nice thought. It was something kabir would have thought. He felt another drop and then another. A kiss. A kiss. And then another kiss. And then, just like that, we were in the middle of a downpour. He rolled up the window and it was suddenly cold.
His arm was wet, the shoulder of his suit soaked. There was nothing but darkness and sheets of rain and the awe silence. I held his hand. He smiled. I wondered if my smile was as big as his. Maybe as big. But not as beautiful. When we drove up to the house, it was pouring.
Thunder and lightning and wind, the worst storm of the season. I locked the door and shot him a look. He put his hand on my chin and lifted it up. He looked at me. I liked the way he looked at me. He simply put his arms around me and started kissing me. As if he had been waiting for this a long time and was now afraid that the moment would never come.
I took the keys and we went straight up to the room. I put on the perfect piece of music, at the perfect volume, in the perfect room with the perfect window. I turned out almost all the lights of the room, light the fire and candles. We sat on the couch there.
By the time, the fire was already beginning to burn. He turned out the few remaining lights. We said nothing, listening to the crackles of the flames. I leaned over him and kissed his hands and forehead. Within seconds I slipped out my kurta, I started unbuttoning his impeccable white shirt.
Things around us began to change. All the sound disappeared the fire, the paintings and the books gradually vanished to be replaced by a kind of trance-like state. Rhythmically, all his clothes were being unleashed. He smiled as I pulled down his zip. His cock was straining so hard against the material that he had a lot of difficulties getting the zip down.
When I’d managed to get the zip all way down and pulled his cock out. I held it gently inside the white cotton of his briefs. It felt good to be released he whispered. It rapidly reached full size in my hand.
He stared into my eyes again. Then gave me some more of that smile. It never lost its impact.
He slipped out my pants and rubbed my cock through the material of my briefs. Making long strokes to take in the entirety of its length.
Then he grinned and pulled the front of my briefs down, exposing my naked bushy cock. The redhead of it looked shiny and wet. The light of the fire reflected in the moisture covering it.
He knelt down in front of me, as if in awe of my 8’4 inches cock.
He said Do you go in for being sucked. I laughed and the rest.” He laughed too and looked up at me with those beautiful grey eyes of his showing warmth and affection.
Then he put his succulent lips around the end of my cock, tasting the wetness of the slick redhead and licking it gently with his tongue.
I grabbed the back of the head and pulled him towards it, forcing five to six inches of length into his mouth.
He made a few gagging motions. But these rapidly subsided as his throat became used to the intrusion.
I kept holding his head. His mouth felt fantastic, soft, warm and extremely wet, the taste of my precum seemed to make him salivate copiously. He was literally drooling on it. His dribbling lips open wide to accommodate the broad thick stem.
I reached up with my left hand and grabbed his briefs. I gripped his right butt cheek and started squeezing it. Working my fingers in finding my way into his crack.
To be continued……………………
Best regards,
Kabir Sandhu Brar.❤❤
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