Indian Gay Sex Story: Forbidden Love: 3
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Indian Gay Sex Story: Forbidden Love: 3
Indian Gay Sex Story: The memory of Vijay and his glorious sexuality had long been forged into my memory since that evening all those years ago. Every time I felt lonely or wanted to explore my sexual preferences, I’d just close my eyes and remember that huge hunk of a person… penis erect… dripping with pre-cum… his fingers around his nipple… and his manly moans… AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!
I used that part of my memory many times to jerk off. I’d finger my asshole and play with my nipples as I’d imagine that bulky army officer invade my privates and make my toes curl… Besides the sexual adventures, what I couldn’t get over was the fact that I was head-over-heels for Vijay-saahab. I was actually in love with him.
After that evening when I caught Vijay jerking off on the terrace, I restricted myself from climbing up there during the evenings between 7 and 10. I’d rather be in my room and get the work done. I was scared that my heart would cloud my mind and I’d get obsessed with just looking at Vijay. It was his private moments too, and I had no right in evading them.
Vijay was just as kind and as sweet to me for as long as I was living with my folks. The next few years blossomed romance between Jyoti and him and five years later they got married. I was obviously heartbroken and just went with the flow. I had started gaining weight over the next half of the decade due to self-loath and depression. My first love was getting married to my elder sister. What else could I have done? The most important of all points were that I was a guy and he a guy. Our society doesn’t really support same-sex marriages.
I remember the last time we spoke during the whole shebang was when I was 18. He was 28 and Jyoti was 23. There is a five-year gap between us. The entire time Jyoti was fraternizing with Vijay, not once did I even tell her about my feelings for the guy.
Anywho, coming back to the night before the wedding. Everything was pre-planned and decided. The work had been taken care of, the customs and traditions followed and the dates were set. We had reached the month of December. It was the night before the haldi-rasam.
Now Vijay’s mum was a Bengali lady of good breeding. As amalgamating Panjabi and Bengali traditions in the marriage, there is a part where a group of ladies needs to a sacred river with the bowl of turmeric and sandalwood paste, mix the water from the river into that paste and then use it as a sacred omen. Apparently, until the twelfth hour, this part was missed. We had the haldi-rasam in under two hours and the river from our house was quite far. My kakima (aunty – this is Vijay’s mother who loved me as dearly as she did Jyoti) asked me to bring the water from the river. It was nearing 3 in the morning and so she wondered if I could get it done instead.
“But Kakima, I’m not a girl. How can I get this then?”, I asked bewildered.
“You are a Brahmin child right?”, She asked. I nodded. “You are of pure breeding. You can definitely go and collect the water for us. It\’s for your sister and would be brother-in-law…” she trailed off.
I looked at my mother who gestured in agreement to her in-laws. “But don’t tell anyone.” She warned.
I picked up the vessel and placed a lid on it. Then I dunked it into my backpack and left the house. I walked over to the parking lot and got on to my bike. I was about to start-kick the bike when Vijay came in after me.
“Wait Jaggu, I’m coming with you.” He said. He was so handsome in his tight blue jeans, his signature white tee, and his army jacket. A perfect stud!
“But…” I stuttered, “… it\’s your wedding. Shouldn’t you be inside.”
He looked at me and smiled. “I’ve had enough of this reeti-riwaaz and need some alone time. Can I come with you please?”
I looked into his eyes. They sparkled like the brightest of stars in the heaven. What else could I have said besides a – yes.
“Can I ride the bike instead?” He asked. I looked at him with a snooty grin, “Only if you promise to ride it slow. You are way too rash a rider Vijayjii, and you need to control your adrenal gushes.”
He laughed. “So you caught on to that, didn’t you.”
“Yes,” I grinned “…the last time we went out.”
“You don’t miss a thing do you?” Vijay said placing his hand on my shoulder. I looked down and in a low, almost silent tone said “How can I? When its all about you.”
He lifted my face and peered into my eyes. A warm tear almost rolled off the cup but I took in a long breath and concealed my feelings right that moment. Vijay was about to say something, but he stopped.
“Shall we?” he asked. I got up and handed the bike to him. “Sure… can\’t wait…”
We reached the river site in under ninety minutes. I went down to the lake and filled the container with the water from it. It was kinda dark, so Vijay turned on the flashlight on his mobile to shine the way. I swirled the water around until the paste mixed with the water formed a smooth cream like consistency. I covered it back with the lid and started upstairs towards where Vijay had parked the bike, on the main road.
When I glanced up, Vijay was walking down towards me. I stopped. He reached the lower landing and asked me, “Can we sit here a while. I just want the quite and the silence from all the hustle bustle back at home.”
“Sure Vijayjii.” I said looking back at him. “And what’s with all this Vijayjii… You used to call me Viju… What’ changed now?”
I smiled. “Well, until last month, you were Viju… my next door neighbor… After that, you’re my will be brother-in-law. The title does come with perks you know..” I said laughing. He joined me in the joke. “But I like Viju better Jaggs. It keeps us connected…” He said.
I looked at him and smiled, “Viju, or Vijayjii… You’ll always be connected with me no matter what…” I said this and gave him a warm hug. He reciprocated hugging me even tighter.
I sat down and he clumped too besides me. We sat there looking at the far horizon noticing the sky getting bright. A mere tint of purple from the black surrounding it, but it meant that sunrise was nearing.
We didn’t speak to each other for at least a good fifteen minutes. Time froze then and it felt like we were sitting on the banks of that river for ages. I didn’t really want to get out of that mirage I had created. Those fifteen minutes were practically the most intensely gratifying fifteen minutes of my entire life. Never was I alone with Vijay with no cares in the world. I was always with Vijay throughout all that time with his friends and my friends and stuff. But together, alone, like this… never!
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He broke the silence finally as he cleared his throat, “You know what, Jaggs…” he said. (Vijay was the only one in the entire world who called me Jaggs. For the rest, it was either Jaggannath, or Jaagu, or Jaggi… But never Jaggs.)
“I can cancel the wedding tomorrow.”
I wasn’t sure what I heard so I turned to my right and faced him. “Excuse me!”