Indian Gay sex story – Boarding school

Indian Gay sex story – Boarding school – Chapter One

Bishop Boarding School was situated in the rural South in the tiny village of Dhali, some twenty miles from the town of Shimla. It housed, fed and educated some sixty boys; nearly as many students as the population of the town itself. The boys were from all over the country. The campus occupied a major part of the village, set back off the road from the residences, in the farmland.

Caesar arrived at the high school for the final year of his schooling. I never knew the reason for his arrival in midyear but it wasn’t a concern of mine. My big concern was Caesar himself. He was the most handsome, sexiest boy I’d ever seen. From the moment he walked into the hostel room I had trouble keeping my eyes off of him. It was all very confusing because I had only recently discovered the true meaning of the deep-seated feelings that had haunted me for so long, and had finally faced those feelings head on. I was Gay. There was no denying it. There was no other explanation for my strong attraction to other boys, the way I watched them in gym class, in the weight room, and more dangerously, in the showers and the hostel room. Having admitted it to myself, the problem was what to do about it, whether to act on it, and how. Simply being Gay, and admitting it, wasn’t enough; not when you’re housed with sixty other boys.

My attraction extended beyond Caesar; in fact, well before his arrival at school. Daljit Singh, a huge, muscle-head, practically made me drool, but he was so intimidating I wouldn’t even think of trying anything with him. There was Baasit , too, with his lean, tight physique, that made my heart pound when I saw him in the showers. The attraction for the new boy, Caesar, was somehow stronger because I had the gut feeling that he might secretly share those feelings. Don’t ask me why, I just had the feeling.

Then in the showers one time, I happened to dare a glance in his direction and saw him looking at me. It was a split second thing; he was lifting his eyes, I was sure, from my manhood just as I looked over at him. His thin, embarrassed smile sort of clinched it for me. I was certain this was the guy. It gave me cause for fright, and hope. If I didn’t do something with Caesar, I feared I might never have the courage to do it with anybody.

Caesar seemed a little shy, and unaware of his physical attributes. I wasn’t exactly an extrovert myself so we didn’t get acquainted right off the start. Barely a dozen words had passed between us but they were warm, friendly words, and several times I saw him looking at me, I thought, the same way I looked at him, in the classroom or at meals. Twice, there were those awkward moments when he sort of smiled but quickly looked away.

As I saw others becoming friendly with him, I rose above my shyness, for I was afraid he would be drawn into his own circle of friends that might not include me. I was a bundle of nerves that day that I’d decided to stake him out as my territory. I had no idea how or where or what, but I had to say or do something. We were coming out the double doors from Bradley Hall after the last class of the day, heading for the hostel room. We were sort of holding the doors open for each other and I had a sudden burst of courage that blocked out all rational thought.

‘Look, if I can find a place……,’ I started.

‘Yes,’ he replied, before I finished the question.

His response took the wind out of me, rendered me numb for a moment. I paused at the side of the sidewalk and he stepped to the other side of the walk to let others pass by till it was just him and me standing there in a nervous face off.

‘Well, that was easier than I thought,’ I said with a soft sigh of relief.

‘I wanted to make it easy for you, if you ever got the nerve,’ he said.

‘You did? Whew! Then I guess I was right.’

‘You sound as relieved as I am,’ he said.

‘You can’t imagine. You knew, then….you said if I ever got my nerve.’

‘Just a gut feeling,’ he said.

‘Yes, me too,’ I said. He stepped onto the sidewalk, then I did, and we took our time walking back to the hostel room. ‘Look, I….I’m completely new at this,’ I admitted.

‘So am I.’

‘I mean, I’ve never done anything like that, with another guy. Nothing. Ever,’ I told him. ‘I don’t know how I even found the guts to blurt out what I did.’

‘Neither have I. You said you could find a place?’

I laughed. ‘Yes, but I don’t know where. It just came out. But I will,’ I promised.

Now my nerves were a mess. I was so damned excited that I had the green light, but there was no place to go. I wracked my brain for days trying to think of a place. I was so on edge. Seeing Caesar now in the shower, or running around in his shorts in the hostel room, in gym class, or in the weight room; hell, just sitting in the classroom, it was tearing me up, knowing he was eager and willing for the same thing I was but I couldn’t do anything.

I began to think outside the box; outside the school and the campus. We were out in the country, with fields and farmland all around us, a huge woods and a cornfield behind us, there had to be a place out there somewhere where we could find intimate privacy. I finally hit upon an idea to go exploring. I asked Mr. Bardia, the headmaster, permission to go running in the field behind the campus.

‘You know that’s private property,’ he said.

‘It’s a corn field, I don’t think anybody would care.’

‘But it’s not our corn field,’ he said.

‘If somebody happens to stop me, I’ll apologize and stop running there,’ I said.

‘Why do you want to run in the cornfield anyway? You have a half-mile-long circle drive. And the gym.’

‘The gym is boring. And I get tired of being honked at and whistled at when I circle along the road,’ I said.

‘Well, maybe if you didn’t wear those skimpy running shorts that you outgrew two years ago,’ he chided me.

I looked down, embarrassed that he had noticed. ‘It’s just that it would be nice and quiet and peaceful running along the woods,’ I said.

‘All right. Go ahead. We’ll take our chances.’

I was elated. That afternoon after last class, I slipped on the skimpy running shorts the headmaster had made fun of and grabbed a towel. He was right, the shorts were too small, but I had an attachment to them. They were dark blue, made of something like satin and silk, and the slits up the sides had ripped apart so that they covered virtually none of my thighs, and revealed a glimpse of my butt and my jockstrap when I walked or ran. Maybe that’s the reason I liked them; I was a showoff at heart. I always checked myself out in the mirror when I put them on and I liked the way I looked in them.

I slung the towel around my neck, hefted the jock-bulge into place and took off. I walked along the backside of the campus and went around the end of the fence, then began an easy lope in the field along the other side of the fence. It was maybe a mile to the woods where I swerved hard right and ran along the shade of the trees for another mile. It was peaceful and quiet, except for the birds. I saw rabbits and squirrels. I even had to leap over a big snake.

After finding no place we could call our own, I headed back, thinking I might check out the woods. On the way back, I turned and trotted backwards for a ways, looking all around to see if there was anyone around. Seeing no one, I dodged into the woods. The cool felt good on my sweaty body. I walked through the thick trees searching for a likely spot; anyplace where we could get together. Suddenly I spied a small structure ahead. Coming up on it, I looked all around to see that it was well hidden from all directions. I certainly hadn’t seen it from the edge of the woods. It looked like a hunter’s cabin or something. It was old, from the deteriorated gray boards that had moss growing up from the ground, and the way it leaned a little to one side, and the roof sagged under the weight of thick moss.

I walked around to the other side to find the door. It took all my strength to pull it open, dragging the bottom along the ground. Inside, there was a small, rickety table, and pieces of a chair in one corner, nothing else, except a ladder at the end of the room, leading overhead. I couldn’t imagine how long the cabin had been there, what it had been used for. Maybe it was there long before there was a cornfield. I climbed carefully up the ladder and peered through the opening, into a loft. Damn, this was ideal, I thought as I climbed up. It was low overhead, not enough room to stand, but it was easy to move around in a crouch. And plenty big enough for two people. I was so excited I realized my heart was thudding. It could be made into a perfect retreat. I climbed down and headed back to the campus, my mind racing how I could make it a decent place for us to go.

I didn’t tell Caesar I’d found the cabin. When he asked, I just told him I was still looking. He was obviously as anxious as I was. Anxiety and anticipation finally got the best of us. We were just too horny to hold out, and we got careless.

My bunk was at the far end of the hostel room, well beyond the last window, so I was sort of back in the shadows. Caesar had moved to the bunk right next to mine so we could be close together and talk. The first four bunks across from us were vacant as was the one on the other side of him, so it offered a small degree of privacy if we talked in low tones.

One night after lights out I looked over to see Caesar lying on his side, facing me, with the blanket lifted to expose the front of his muscular body. I strained to see, and could make out that he have his shorts pulled down to reveal a big hardon! I glanced up at his face and he was smiling. I started breaking out in a sweat. There he was, only a few feet away, practically naked, and horny and offering himself to me. My throat was dry even though I was swallowing spit to keep from drooling. I reached down to grope my own hard cock and heard Caesar giggle softly. We lay there, watching each other slowly pump our cocks and I was frantic to do something.

I got up and walked through the hostel room to the bath room. Going and coming, I checked to see who was and wasn’t asleep. There were some guys at the far end of the barracks, talking in real low tones but most everyone was quiet or sleeping. Some bunks were stacked so our bunks were visible by only a few. I went back and got in my bunk. Caesar and I lay there for a few more minutes while I worked up my courage and abandoned my common sense. Finally, I slipped off my bunk, hunkered down low so nobody would see me, and crawled silently across the few feet of floor that separated my bunk from Caesar’s. Beside his bunk, I leaned in and took his cock in my mouth. Just like that. No hesitation, no inhibitions; only fear in the pit of my stomach that we would be caught. But at that moment, I didn’t care. I was so hot! Caesar was so hot. I had to have him. I had to find out what these feelings were all about, and show Caesar.

He muffled a tiny, gasped moan and thrust his cock at me. The head hit the back of my throat and I pulled away a little. I didn’t want to choke and make any noise. He lay still and let me suck him. I couldn’t believe what I was doing, but Godd, he tasted good. I couldn’t handle much more than half of his cock, but it felt wonderful in my mouth; so hot and hard and alive….so totally male! My head was spinning with the realization of what I was doing. I was sucking a cock!! For the first time in my life I had the feel of a warm, hard, live cock in my mouth. I loved the feel of it, the texture, the way it throbbed and quivered with certain ways I touched it with my tongue. I was so excited I was drooling.

Caesar put his hand on my head to guide me in the way that felt best for him, and to ease me off when he got too close. I wanted it to go on all night, but there was the constant fear that somebody would come up on us or hear us. And the headmaster was known to make an unexpected appearance, we all thought, to see if we were jacking off.

I hadn’t really thought through to the finish, but I knew I wanted to finish Caesar off. I had no idea what it would be like to have a guy go off in my mouth, or what another guy’s cum would taste like. I wondered if everybody tasted the same. I wondered how much Caesar would shoot. I wondered if I could bring myself to swallow it, and if I couldn’t, where I could spit it out.

The next time he tried to ease me off I pushed forward and sucked him all the harder. He let me, and let himself go with the flow. He started fucking my mouth. He got a little excited and the bunk started squeaking softly and he eased off a little. Suddenly, without warning, he went off. I was totally surprised for some reason. I shouldn’t have been, I was expecting it, yet it took me by surprise when I felt the warm thick semen spurting against the back of my mouth. Quickly, the stuff coated my tongue and my taste buds absorbed the taste of him. It was awful, yet wonderful. I didn’t like my first taste of come, but I loved the feel and the texture and the idea of the big stud shooting his very manhood in my mouth, and the longer I held it in my mouth and the more he shot, the more I decided I liked it after all.

I stifled a quiet squeal of pleasure as I felt my own cock suddenly bolting upright and spewing out great ropes of come underneath his bunk. I hoped no one else heard the soft, wet thuds on the bare, wood floor. Caesar came a lot. I didn’t know where it was all coming from, or if he was going to stop. But finally, he did. He held my head tight till he was completely finished then he released his grip to let me know it was okay to move off. I didn’t want to let his cock go. I wanted to stay right there with my face buried in his crotch and let him float off to sleep with his cock in my mouth. But we were in a hostel room, for God sakes.

I slowly eased back, pulling the long tube of his cock between my pursed lips, drawing out the last of his creamy load. Then reality hit me and I felt a sudden twinge of panic. I had a mouthful of semen! What was I going to do with it? I hadn’t thought that far ahead, or even that he really would go off in my mouth, till he was doing it. I crawled back onto my bunk and lay with my hands locked behind my head. I was dry gulping, that is, I was swallowing but closing off the opening of my throat so I wouldn’t actually swallow any come. The acrid taste was softening as it mixed with my spit. I couldn’t spit it out and make a mess of the sheet or the pillowcase, and I didn’t want to. I lay there in the quiet dark and savored the taste of my new friend. Finally, I closed my eyes tight, relaxed my throat and swallowed. I was surprised how easily the stuff went down. I swallowed again and again, till only the taste of him remained, and I was sad that there wasn’t more. I let out a quiet sigh and turned over to go to sleep. I was so happy that tears came to my eyes.