Indian Gay Sex Story: A little hate story

Indian Gay Sex Story: A little hate story

Indian Gay Sex Story: It was during my eighth standard board exams that the events of this story unfolded. Probably around this time of the year, some 9 years ago. I used to be a very studious guy in those times and though I had a few good friends, most of my classmates weren’t so friendly with me.

There was this guy, Abhay Sarkar. He was the worst of them all. The guy was a damn heartless bully and a stupid one at that and obviously that made me his favourite target all the damn time. I was a big guy back then but I did have a soft nature and a really feminine voice. So I was the designated guy to be called “chhakka” (derogatory hindi term for gay).

These guys made my life hell that whole year and I was in so much emotional trauma back then because because of them. It’s probably one of the reasons why it took me so long to accept my sexuality.. I was a mess but in my heart I knew I was better than those low life jerks and that’s what I kept telling myself all the time.

So anyway, let’s get back to my little hate story. The boards were nearing and it was the day when we had to go for the admit cards. I knew these buffoons would be there so I purposely went at the last hour. None of the ass holes were to be seen and I was glad that my plan worked.

I got my admit card and went to the washroom for a quick leak and the moment I entered the toilet, there he was. Abhay Sarkar. He looked up from the urinal and smiled his cunning, evil smile. I regretted this so much..

I went to the urinals on the opposite wall and stood as far away from him as I could. He began whistling and was continuously looking at me. “Oye chhakke, hogayi teri preparation?” he asked. I stayed silent. “Have you gone deaf, bitch?” he shouted angrily. I was scared but just stood silently. I couldn’t even pee.

Then he began advancing towards me. I was feeling scared and so fucking annoyed at the same time! Two years of mental torture were running through my head in flashback and then he spoke those words. “Lega kya?” (Do you want it?) with his dick in his hand which he was tugging. That cunning, evil smile on his lips.

That was my breaking point. Now as I had told you earlier, I was a fairly large boy and Abhay was a thin, scrawny twink. I moved a step back and punched him in the face with full force. The guy fell on the floor, dazed. My wrist hurt like hell but I wasn’t done. I kicked him in the gut twice and pushed him back to the wall.

I was feeling all powerful suddenly and felt like a superhero fighting evil. Weirdly enough, it made me hard too. I grabbed Abhay by his neck and pulled him up against the wall. He was hazy and teary-eyed. “Sorry sorry yaar.. Ab nahi karunga” (Sorry. I won’t do it again.)

But I wasn’t done with him. “I’m gay no? I’ll show you what I am today..” I said and turned him around. I pushed his pants down as well as his underwear. He wasn’t even resisting me. I pulled my dick out, kept it on his ass hole and pushed with all my power and sandwiched him between the wall. My 5 inch little friend penetrated him in the first go itself. He screamed in pain and that only fuelled me further.

I rammed his face against the wall and kept humping him ferociously. He was crying and wailing under me and I was just loving it. My tortured soul found its revenge in that moment. To be honest, I don’t even remember how it felt sexually. My dick was hard and yes I fucked him but it was not any sexual enjoyment I derived from it. I didn’t even ejaculate.

I humped him for a good 2 minutes and pulled off. He was sobbing. There was some blood on my dick. I washed it off at the sink and zipped up. He just stood there, trembling with his pants still down. “Congrats on having your first gay sex. Chhakke…” I said to him and left the toilet.

Read a kinky and wild Indian gay sex story of a young boy’s revenge on his class bully for treating him bad all the time!

I was never bothered by him or his little group again. He never even looked at me eye to eye. It was the perfect revenge because he could never tell anyone what had happened.. I had destroyed him.

Over the years now, I do feel I was a tad bit aggressive and well, I did something really horrible to him but I still believe he deserved it. I don’t recommend this to anyone though. IT IS VERY WRONG. But sexual bullying isn’t a joke either. STOP IT!