Indian Gay Sex Story: Lovers by choice: 3

Indian Gay Sex Story: Lovers by choice: 3

Indian Gay Sex Story: They say that time is a relative concept in itself. When you are enjoying it, time runs at quick pace and when you are in a misery it almost stops moving ahead! Its not a physical law ofcourse but its true for human observation and I found it in the last year of my medical studies. Me and Prof. Shukla had grown extremely fond of each other. It was obviously because of the core similarity that we shared but that wasn’t all..

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We were of a similar mindset altogether. Even though I was young by age, my mentality was that of a person much older. With him it was the opposite. Even though he was older than I, he was a very young and childlike soul at heart and we just clicked temperamentally. We were getting closer and closer everyday and just the physical boundaries were yet to be crossed.

We had talked about sex and being a professor he preferred to stick to his ethics as long as I was still a student. We cuddled at times and during those times I did have an erection that I kept pointed away from his direction but I never tried to force myself on him or make him uncomfortable with our weirdly normal relationship.

In my last year though, things took a drastic turn with his decision to move out of the hostel premises to a near by flat. I was taken aback when he announced one day that he’ll be leaving the following month. He did it so I would concentrate on my studies more. Final year is crucial in medical and 24 hours are less everyday for preparation so I guess he had my academic best interests in his mind when he took the decision but he paid no heed to my personal interests.

I didn’t try to stop him on that. I couldnt because I didn’t feel a right over his decision makings. I was alone in the hostel and wasted most of my time sleeping. The dreams offered me a better sanctuary than my wretched room and there I could again be with him. It’s not like I never saw him in the college. I did but the formal smiles shared were worse than the absences.

I was in depression and my health my declining too. Food didn’t interest me much and neither did books or friends. Sleep was my drug. I still remember a dream I had in those days. Me and Prof. Shukla were cuddling in the bed like we used to when he lived in the hostel. He was spooning me and had his arms wrapped around my waist.

I arched my back to him and stuck close to him. His face was right next to my neck and I could feel his warm and moist breath that slowly cooled down on skin leaving a wet and cold aftereffect. It was truly surreal and I was hard as a rock in the moment. I pulled my dream professor closer in on my body and adjusted myself so his lips were on my neck.

The wet lips were making me mad and horny and they felt so cold too with his every breath. I woke up from the dream with some noises from the corridor only to realise it was air from the window and the sweat on my neck. I had a fever. My condition grey worse later that night with severe body pains and burning skin. My friends gave me some antipyretics for the night but nothing really worked on that fever.

The next day was the worst illness I had until then. I could barely move to relieve myself. Blood tests were done. It was the dreaded Malaria. Prof. Shukla came to know and was immediately beside me. Finally I saw those caring eyes fixated on me again. They were full of fear too but all I cared about was their presence.

I was hospitalised and Prof. Shukla took charge of me. He fed me, nursed me and did everything I couldn’t do for myself for the next three days. Finally I started getting better as the medications kicked in. But as the healing began I started getting worried about separation from Prof. Shukla again. Perhaps it was that evident on face that he even inquired about the change..

I broke down and told him how miserable I was ever since he left the hostel. I told him everything I had kept to myself for months and I cried and cried until I couldn’t do even that. All the while he kept hugging me and consoling me. We were both silent eventually. I was in his arms and things were awfully quiet.

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I shifted a little and tried to look at his face. He looked tired and was lost in his own thoughts. He realised I was looking at him and looked down on me with a tiny smile. My hands just automatically reached up to his hair and in a slow of turn of events he instinctively raised my head up until our faces were inches apart. His eyes shut first and mine followed suit and seconds later our lips met for the very first time.

It was a soft and tender peck but felt like the most passionate kiss any two people ever shared. I felt a drop on my cheek fall from his eyes as I broke the kiss to look at him. He was on the verge of crying and I just hugged him close and tight as we collapsed on the bed…