Indian gay sex story – I had always thought I might be Gay

I had always thought I might be Gay, but I sure tried to convince myself otherwise. All through high-school and two years of college, I dated only women and fucked more than my fair share. I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it. Hell, I even imagined marrying my last girlfriend, having two kids and a dog, and continuing to living the lie. But as the relationship grew more intense, and I found more excuses to visit a nearby Gay place, it became clear that it wasn’t fair to me…and damn sure wasn’t fair to her. The break-up was rough, and for a while I resisted the constant badgering from my roommate as to why I would give-up such a wonderful girl. After the hundredth time of being asked, I finally told Kamaal what I’d been hiding from him for the past two years.
“Look, man…I love Pinaz too much to lie to her…when I’m not sure of who I am or what I want. I’ve been fighting the truth that I’m Gay too long. So there you go…is that what you wanted to hear?” I said, clearly agitated.
Kamaal just stared at me for what seemed like several minutes before finally finding the words to speak. “How could you possibly be Gay, when you two have been fucking each other senseless every chance you got?”
“I’m not in the mood to analyze what a great fucking liar I am. Guess I thought if I got enough pussy, I’d stop thinking about dick.” I knew the last line was purely about shock value…but it didn’t keep me from saying it.
Kamaal sat on his bed, rubbing his forehead and clearly struggling for what to do or say next. “I don’t know, Maajid…we’ve been living in cramped quarters for two years, and I never once that you might be into show tunes.” He said, with a nervous chuckle. “Look…I don’t get it, but I’m no homophobic. My uncle came out a few years ago…not that it was any great shock to anybody. The point is…how you want to deal with this is up to you…what you say to me, stays between us.” He then calmly grabbed his backpack and left for class.
I sat at my desk trembling with nerves. Never in my life had I spoken about the truth that haunted me for so long. Kamaal and I were roommates, and got along well…but I couldn’t say we were particularly close friends. I even gave Pinaz a bullshit reason for breaking up. This was not the way I ever imagined outing myself. For the next hour I felt on the verge of throwing-up. Fortunately, I only had one class later in the afternoon.
For the next few weeks, Kamaal did his best to act as though nothing had changed, but it was clear he was at least mildly uncomfortable. I was miserable, and started to think I’d made a horrible mistake. Other than a few jerk-off sessions with a buddy in high school, and some anonymous blowjobs in the library…I’d never really had anything close to a Gay relationship. I was starting to question my sexuality all over again.

The next morning, we had both slept late and I was the first to get out of bed. Kamaal was still asleep with an obvious case of morning-wood in his boxers. It wasn’t that big a deal, and had happened to both of us a handful of times over the last few years. I know Kamaal had seen me in the same condition, and was cool enough not to mention it. Either of us would wake-up, notice the problem, and simply roll over to avoid being indecent. Given the topic of conversation over the last few days, I thought he might feel compromised, and tossed a blanket over him before heading down the hall for a shower. I’d been horned as hell the last few days without any relief, and seeing him that way wasn’t doing me any good. The rest of the day went on about as normal as it could, with both of us feeling more comfortable than we had in a while.
It was Saturday morning and I rolled out of my top bunk as usual, only to find Kamaal with another morning hard-on. Any guy knows they can be more of a problem at certain times than others, but this still seemed a bit odd. The covers were trapped underneath his legs, so I couldn’t toss them over him this time. I made some noise moving a chair, and expected Kamaal would get the message and roll over. Instead, he took a deep breath and lazily draped an arm over his eyes. I sat down, taking advantage of his blocked vision and stared at my roommates slumbering form. I always thought he was a good looking guy, but never wanted to make him think I looked at him in that way. As hard as I worked over the years to conceal my interest in cock, it was even more shocking that I spilled the beans so quickly. We both stay in great shape and are about the same height, but Kamaal is just a bit more muscular. The most obvious difference between us is our complexion. I have dark hair, brown eyes, and a decent tan…but Kamaal has the all-over pale complexion that goes with his black hair and brown eyes. None of that was of any great fascination for me until now, as my eyes ran up his toned thigh and into the leg opening of his boxers. From my seated position, and with the help of the morning sun, I could see the sparse hair that covered his scrotum…the fabric being tugged out of the way by his morning erection. My own prick was starting to swell as my gaze was drawn over Kamaal’s boxers and to the tip of the tented shorts. The head of his cock pressed against the fly, with the opening revealing a glimpse of the swollen shaft. At this moment I never wanted anything so badly, but I had no intention of ruining every relationship I still had. I got up to get my robe, hoping the shower would be empty for a quick jerk-off session.
“Are you going to act like the faggot you say you are…or are you going to make me wait for Laila to take care of this?” Kamaal said in a gruff tone, his arm still covering his eyes
My heart immediately jumped into my throat, and for a second I hated him for calling me a faggot. Then again, he was about the only person who could possibly say that and get away with it. I was far too nervous to say a word. My body shook with a mix of fear and excitement as I slowly walked back toward the lower bunk. My hand trembled as I tentatively reached to trace a finger over the moist spot at the tip of his tent pole. Kamaal took another deep breath as I watched the white t-shirt rise and fall over his stomach. Slipping a finger into the open fly of the boxers, I felt the warm, silky skin of Kamaal’s rod as I nervously fished his cock through the opening. I’d never seen my roommate’s prick in this condition, and it was truly impressive. Not overly long, at a bit more than six inches, it still filled my hand with ample girth. The skin was even paler than the rest of him, with bluish lines of veins, easily seen under the soft skin that covered intensely hard flesh underneath. The pole throbbed as I gave a firm squeeze and a drop of clear nectar emerged at the tip of his circumcised dick.
“I…I don’t know, man…are you sure?” I asked with a shaky voice, astonished that Kamaal would ever allow me to do this.
“Shut up…convinces me you’re a fag.” He barked gruffly, still hiding his eyes. “Suck it, or get the fuck away from me.”
I’d never experienced this overtly dominate side of his personality before, but I didn’t mind. If nothing else, it made me feel more like I was taking orders than willingly accosting my roommate. Kneeling on the floor, and leaning over the bed, I took the tip of his slick helmet into my mouth. Kamaal’s meat was the thickest I ever encountered…not that my experience was all that vast. Working up large amounts of spit, I managed to stretch my jaw wide enough to inch my way down the warm pole. By now, Kamaal was leaking a steady stream of pre-cum into my mouth and the taste was fantastic…a bit sweeter than my own. After a few minutes, my jaw relaxed and I began sucking with enthusiasm. Kamaal was largely silent, only grunting as I focused on the spot beneath the spongy helmet.
“Better at it than I thought you’d be.” Kamaal said hoarsely, reaching down to tug the opening of his boxers under his balls. “Lick them, lick my nuts.”
I was too lost in lust not to obey. My tongue slid over the loose, wrinkled flesh that covered a pair of plum-sized orbs. I’d caught quick glimpses of Kamaal naked after a shower, or changing clothes for a date…but never appreciated just how well equipped he really was. My dick might be longer, but he had me beat in every other measure. The whole package seemed to fit his more muscular, wrestler-type frame perfectly. The sunlight gleamed against pink hue of his sack and the blond hair that thinly covered it. Even the deeper red color of his pubic bush was easier to see with more of his junk out in the open. I lapped hungrily across his scrotum, up the swollen shaft, and devoured his throbbing organ over and over again. My own cock was now painfully hard and leaking profusely within my boxer-briefs. Kamaal’s nuts began to contract, and I knew my reward would soon arrive.
“You’d better take it all!” Kamaal groaned, now holding my head firmly in place as he thrust his hips upward. “If I’m willing to do this …you’d better not bitch about the result!”
Kamaal roughly pushed my face tight against his crotch and held me in place. His cock swelled even larger in my mouth as stream after stream of hot spunk shot down my throat and leaked around the edges of my lips. His seed was warm and salty, but not unpleasant, as I struggled to swallow his load without gagging. I barely touched my own prick before cumming and soiling my underwear. I was still working Kamaal’s softening prick when he abruptly pushed me away and rose from the bed.
“Never had a dude blow me before…but you’re damn good at it.” Kamaal said, grabbing his towel and shower supplies. “Don’t go expecting anything from me. I just had to know how serious you were about this.” He then quickly left the room.
I was highly confused, and yet strangely satisfied, as I sat on the floor with cum on my lips and a huge stain on my underwear. Clearly I had just been used, and should have been pissed-off…but anger never came to me. I’d never been forced into a submissive role before, and was shocked to find that aspect is what really got me off.

I was sitting in my robe and still collecting my thoughts when Kamaal returned from the shower. He walked in the door and barely looked at me…as though nothing out of the ordinary had just happened.
It had been almost two weeks since my episode with Kamaal, and I thought perhaps he felt the lesson had been learned. I tried to broach the subject with him once, but was quickly knocked-down and reminded that what happened was on terms that worked for him and that I needed to focus on my own shit. Later that night, Pinaz called and we shared a warm conversation. A date was arranged for two days later, and I actually looked forward to the end of the week.
“Sounds like you guys might be on the mend.” Kamaal said over his shoulder while watching TV.
“Yes…I think so. She’s been much too good to me.” I said, hanging up the phone and sitting back at my desk. “I thought you and Laila were going out tonight.”
“She has a cold.” He mumbled, still staring at the television and with a tone that was more stern than usual.
I might have asked if something was bothering him, but I brushed it off and returned to the magazine I’d been reading. I never heard Kamaal get up, but my head turned as the sound of a zipper echoed in my left ear. Catching me off-guard, Kamaal quickly pushed his jeans down to his knees and pressed my face against his flaccid cock.
“If you’ve been avoiding the library basement, then you’re ready to help me out.” He said gruffly, prying my mouth open with his fingers and slipping his prick past my lips.
“Mmmpphh…mmmppphhh!” was the only sound I could make as Kamaal held my head tight against the red pubic hair of his crotch. The flesh resting against my tongue started to swell, quickly filling my mouth and inching its way down my throat. Placing my hands against his thighs, I pushed away and gagged for air. Kamaal’s hard cock sprung from my lips, sending a string of spit across my face.
Grabbing the hair at the top of my head, Kamaal didn’t say a word as he smacked the side of my face with his angry tool. Never in my life would I have imagined getting into this kind of rough play. Kamaal either understood me better than I did myself, or simply didn’t care. I was still choking when he pressed the tip of his manhood against my lips and pushed back into my mouth. Within a few moments, I had accepted my fate and began providing the best blowjob I could muster. Feeling more confident, I reached out to tug on my roommate’s large balls while he pushed my face down to the root with every thrust of his hips. I could have sucked on that prime piece of meat all night…but Kamaal had other ideas.
“Lose your pants…now!” Kamaal barked, loud enough to be assertive, but not loud enough for the entire hallway to hear.

 There was no doubt I was incredibly turned-on, but now felt a twinge of fear. Kamaal barely looked at me as he kicked-off his shoes and tossed his jeans in the corner. He now stood in the middle of the room, stroking his spit-soaked cock and wearing only a blue t-shirt.
“Damn it, your slow…I’m not looking for a strip-tease!” Kamaal said, sounding clearly annoyed with my fumbling progress.
I had barely stepped out of my pants before Kamaal grabbed the back of my neck and tossed me face-down onto his lower bunk. Still holding me down with one hand, he reached under the bed and retrieved a small plastic bin where he kept condoms and other supplies for Laila’s overnight visits.
“Hey man…I’ve never…” I started to express my apprehension, but Kamaal was having none of it. “Ow…fuck!” I yelped as his hand smacked sharply on my ass.
I squirmed and struggled against Kamaal’s grip on my neck. I knew I could reach out and squeezed his balls to put an abrupt stop to this game. While I was scared out of my mind, I was also aroused like never before. Another hard slap landed on my ass before I heard the snap of a plastic lid, and felt a ribbon of cool fluid oozing between the cheeks of my butt.
“Oh shit…that’s going to be nice and tight” Kamaal hissed under his breath as he worked one, and then two fingers into my virgin hole. “I can’t say those hairy moons are doing much for me…but tonight, a hole is a hole.”
I tried spitting-out the boxers to make another plea, but Kamaal pushed them back in and pressed my face against the mattress. His grip moved off my neck and his forearm pressed against my shoulder blades as he forced my legs apart and positioned himself between them. His cock had lost some of its hardness while prepping my pucker, but still felt intimidating as it slid against the cleft of my buttocks.
“I won’t hurt you man…I’ll start slow.” Kamaal growled in my ear as the weight of his body pressed against my back. “Laila would tell you it’s a bitch at the start…but it does get better.”
Kamaal shifted his hips and I felt the head of his cock pressing against my reluctant ring. My body instinctively tightened, and I resisted the insistent intrusion.
“Try to relax…fighting will make it worse.” Kamaal said with a strange mix of compassion and resolve. “I’m horned as hell…and this is going to happen.”
Although getting forced into anal sex was not on my agenda, the situation as a whole was ticking all of my taboo sex fantasies…even a few I hadn’t considered. Knowing that Kamaal was serious about seeing this through, I gathered all my courage and fought the natural urge to protect what had always been a one-way passage. The head of Kamaal’s prick quickly slipped past my lubricated sphincter. I let out a muffled cry of pain against the fabric in my mouth and tears began welling in my eyes. The initial discomfort was searing, and felt as though I would be split in two. Kamaal was true to his word, and remained in position for several minutes, allowing my body to adjust. It seemed like forever, but amazingly, the sensation slowly moved from agony to tolerable.
“Easy…that’s it…easy…you’re doing better than Laila did.” Kamaal said in a low, masculine tone. “Open that man-pussy for me…get ready for the fuck you know you want.”
Five minutes ago you couldn’t have convinced me this was anything I’d ever want. Now that the pain was less severe, the feeling of being controlled and used was starting to become a genuine thrill. The progression was slow, but appreciated, as Kamaal pressed his hands against my shoulders, lifted his body off my back, and inched his thick rod into my bowels. I couldn’t believe just the head felt so huge as the ring of my ass stretched further and further until his pubes pressed against my backside. Kamaal remained motionless for another several minutes until my grunts and whimpers subsided. It felt as though a baseball bat had been shoved up my ass, and the feel of his balls resting against mine was surreal. My roommate slowly retreated and then eased back in again. The pain was still sharp, but getting better with every cycle. Once satisfied that I had overcome the biggest hurdle, Kamaal pulled completely out of my back door and applied more lube. My ass felt like it was gaping open, and would never return to its former size.
“I know that’s rough…you toughed it out.” Kamaal said, returning his grip around my neck. “This hole is mine now…and I’m going to fuck it hard.” He said through gritted teeth, slapping his cock against my overstretched brown-eye.
My eyes shot open wide and I let out another long, muffled groan as Kamaal plowed into me with one forceful stroke. His heavy balls slapped against mine as he found a comfortable rhythm. I could feel sweat dripping onto my back as it fell from Kamaal’s forehead. He grunted and groaned like a rutting animal, clearly using me as a tool to get-off. It took a long time, but the pain eventually gave way to pleasure as I began to feel my roommate’s cock slide against my prostate with every forceful thrust. Pushing the spit-soaked boxers out of my mouth, I offered audible moans to reinforce the fact that I was now a full participant. Though in full retreat at the beginning, my aching cock was now painfully hard, and brushed against the sheets with every push from Kamaal.
“Fuck…oh fuck…seed my ass, man…cream that hole.” I mumbled, surprising even myself.
“Tight…so damn tight…going to fill you with my load.” Kamaal stammered through halting breaths.
I was completely into it by now, and began lifting my hips to meet Kamaal’s thrusts…burying his prick even deeper into my chute. His thrusts became shorter and faster, with Kamaal’s breathing growing more ragged. Once again doing a push-up against my shoulders, Kamaal arched his body and pushed hard into my ass, grunting so loud that I thought someone in the dorm might hear.
“Aaarrggg…fffuuccckkkk…dddaaammmnnnn!” Kamaal moaned as his body convulsed and the warm spray of his spunk splashed within my bowels.
The feel and sound of Kamaal’s climax sent me over the edge, and I felt spurts of warm cum pool under my belly with my cock trapped between me and the bed. We were both panting for air as Kamaal rolled-over onto the mattress next to me, his cum leaking out of my abused hole and flowing over my balls. The twin bed could barely hold us both, but we were too exhausted to care. My back was getting stiff, so I turned over and stared at Kamaal’s softening tool. I reached out to touch it, but was smacked away.
“It was a good fuck, but we’re not going to be making out.” Kamaal said bluntly.
I simply chuckled and moved my hand to feel the cum that coated my balls.
“Sorry I came on so strong.” Kamaal said, rising from the bed and wrapping a towel around his waist. “Messing with a dude is new thing for me, and I just can’t do it the same way as with a woman. The whole scene brings out a dominant side I didn’t know was so strong.”
“Yes…well…I never saw myself as being quite so submissive.” I replied, using his boxers to wipe the cum off my ass. “Getting fucked was never on my list of things to do. The way you did it is the only way it could ever happen.”
“Oh…shit, man…sorry…I guess I damn near raped you.” Kamaal said, sounding genuinely concerned.
“I liked having you take charge. Otherwise, I would have grabbed your nuts and squeezed. I think I’ve also realized it’s the wild-ass sex I crave…not necessarily the guy involved. I’m probably not Gay…just one seriously twisted pervert.”
“Whatever, man. I was willing to tap that tight ass…and I’m not going to make any more of it than that. If nobody got hurt, and you got off on it…then it’s all good.”
We both showered and finished the evening without saying more about it. I could read Kamaal’s attitude well enough to know that he didn’t like to dwell on it. He was up-front about seeing the whole thing as a way of satisfying both of our need for the unusual…he just didn’t share my idiotic Gay-or-straight take on it.