Indian Gay sex story – The night manager of hotel – Part 2

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Midnight:

Vic didn’t bother to knock. He let himself into Umesh’s room with a pass key. Umesh was sitting and watching television. He was wearing a robe over his naked body. He jumped up when he heard the key in the door. Vic hurried in and closed the door behind him.

Umesh started to say something, but Vic held up his hand to stop him.
“Please,” he said. “I have to say something, and when I’m finished, you can say what’s on your mind.”

Umesh nodded, and so Vic began. “I don’t know what’s happening to me anymore than you do. The difference between us is that I don’t care what labels the world puts on me, and it seems to bother you a great deal. The only thing I know for sure is that when I saw you lying here, naked, I couldn’t resist you. And when we had sex, it became more than sex to me.
I got this overwhelming feeling that I never wanted us ever to be apart. I wanted us to make love every day and night for the rest of our lives.

“When you asked me what just happened, I couldn’t answer you with facts. I know I wanted to say that I fell in love with you, and that was explanation enough for me. But I didn’t say anything. I wanted the heat and the passion to pass and simmer down, so I could evaluate my feelings in a more rational state of mind. Umesh, they haven’t changed at all. I simply want you; I want you a lot; I want to make love to you.”

He paused and looked at Umesh. He wanted to read Umesh’s face, but he couldn’t. “Please, Umesh, say something,” he pleaded.

“I have nothing to say, Vic. You’ve said it all. Do you want to make love with me and see if the magic is still there?”

Umesh dropped his robe and climbed onto the bed. Vic undressed rapidly, and climbed in also. Their bodies met in a passionate embrace. Their lips and tongues began a duel of epic proportions. Neither of them was reticent anymore. They wanted to make pure, erotic love, and they didn’t care anymore if what they were doing was gay or not; forbidden or absolutely right and perfect for them.

Vic leaned over to take Umesh’s cock, but Umesh stopped him.

“No, you did that before, and then I fucked you. Now I want to suck you, and I want you to fuck me. You said it was wonderful, and I want to feel it also.”

Vic smiled and lay down on his back. He instinctively spread his legs. He expected Umesh to go right for the ultimate target, but Umesh had other ideas. He lay atop his lover and began to kiss him with lots of tongue.
Little by little, he inched his way down Vic’s body. He tongued Vic’s ears and his neck and nibbled at his nipples.

“My God, my God,” Vic purred. “Why didn’t I know about this sooner?”

When Umesh realized how happy he was making Vic, he went right to Vic’s cock and gobbled it into his mouth. Like Vic, Umesh was no stranger to a blow job, and he was performing expertly on Vic. It was almost too expert, and Vic’s balls began to constrict. Umesh stopped his labors immediately.
He began to take a condom out of its container, but Vic stopped him.

“I’ve never fucked anyone without protection,” he stated. “How about you?”

“Never.”

“Please, love, let’s go bareback.”

Umesh smiled, and nodded. The bottle of body lotion was still on the dresser. He coated Vic’s cock generously, and swabbed some into his ass.
He straddled Vic, descended downward, and Vic entered him. He too suffered excruciating pain, but it didn’t last long, and the stroking began. Both young men could not contain themselves, and came simultaneously.

When it was over, they held each other tightly, kissing and fondling. The afterglow was shattered by the sound of Vic’s cell phone. He ran to answer it. “I’m needed,” he said. “Don’t move. “I’ll be back to clean up and shower with you. Then we have to discuss our future.” He dressed, and as he started to leave the room, he smiled back at Umesh. “And let’s discuss doing even more things to make us happy. Things a woman would never do.”

Four AM:

Vic came into the room quietly. If Umesh had fallen asleep, he didn’t want to disturb him. He opened the door to the bathroom slightly, and put on the light. It was just enough to permit him to see the adjoining room.

His body was throbbing with excitement, knowing what joy awaited him; awaited both of them. But something was wrong. Umesh was not in the room.
Vic turned on the lights, and realized that the room had been vacated. All of Umesh’s clothes and his suitcase were gone. He looked in the bathroom.
There were no toiletries either. Vic panicked. Did Umesh check out? He had never asked Umesh the name of his company, or the name of his local client.

He ran down to the front desk, and confirmed that Umesh had checked out about an hour ago. He reviewed the credit card receipts, hoping that Umesh had charged his visit to his company, but he had used a private credit card (on purpose).

The night clerk reached into a drawer under the front desk, and handed Vic an envelope. “Mr. Mudgal left a note for you, sir,” she said. Vic ripped open the envelope, and began to read. He read the note over and over, refusing to believe what it said.

Dear Vic: I had a good time, but I can’t continue a relationship like this.
I am not Gay, and even if I am willing to admit to having enjoyed myself, my emotions lie with loving a woman, never a man. Gay men insist that being Gay is not a choice. I must agree with them. But even if it was a choice, I choose to be straight. I’m going to another hotel for the rest of my business trip. When I return next time, I will not stay here.
Please try to understand. Forget about me. The next woman you fuck will erase me from your memory. Umesh.

Umesh had torn Vic’s heart out, the very heart he had lost to him. He went into his office, sat at his desk and cried. He read and re-read the note, hoping that he had misunderstood the words. There had been many tragedies in his life, but none had ever hurt him so much. At long last he had fallen in love, and that love had deserted him.

He thought about calling other hotels in town to try to find out if Umesh had checked in, but on reflection he vetoed the idea. Umesh had rejected him. If he tried to contact him, Umesh might hate him.

He reached into a drawer in his desk, and removed a nearly full bottle of whiskey. After unscrewing the cap, he took a healthy swig of the amber liquid fire. He choked and coughed, and then took another. And yet another.

His tears became a torrent, blurring his vision.

Finally, he became aware that someone had been knocking on his door for quite a long time, and calling his name. He realized that he had locked it, and he got up to open it. He was still holding the whiskey bottle.

Tarun Gogoi was standing there looking very concerned. He took the whiskey bottle from Vic’s hand. “Let’s get you sober and cleaned up,” he said kindly.

Six Months Later:

Vic dragged himself to work. He had long since ceased to enjoy his job.
When Umesh ran out on him, he went into a deep depression. His handsome good looks, and his dynamite body attracted plenty of beautiful women, but he just couldn’t get interested in any of them. Since his one and only gay experience, he tried to have sex with men too, but no matter how good looking they might be, and no matter how interested they were in him, he couldn’t get going with any of them either. He approached the front desk and let the desk clerk know that he was on the premises, should he be needed.

He was about to turn and head for his office, when the smiling young lady behind the desk said, “Vic, a guy checked in about two hours ago, and left a note for you.” She reached under the desk, and handed an envelope to her boss.

Vic stood still, totally paralyzed. He grabbed the note out of the envelope as quickly as he could, and read:

Dear Vic: Dare I hope that you will forgive me for running out on you like I did? Dare I hope that you still feel the same way about me, and would still want to be with me?

For the past six months, I have been unable to erase you from my memory.
Believe me, I tried very hard. All I could think about is your inner and outer beauty, the way we made love, the way you smiled when you looked at me. I think it was your smile that captured my heart.

I’ve been a fool. What does it matter if I’m straight or Gay? I really don’t care anymore. I just want you to be in my life. Please be my friend and companion for the rest of my days. I want us to make love until the end of time.

I’m in Room 408, the same as last time. I requested the room, and it was available. The desk clerk told me that she expects you here by five. If you don’t come to me by seven, or try to contact me by then, I’ll check out, and you’ll be rid of me.

I came a day earlier than I had to, and I can stay a day after my business appointments. We’ll have plenty of time to make plans, and figure out how to be together forever, that is, if you still want that to happen.

Umesh.

Vic couldn’t wait for the elevator. He ran up the stairs to the fourth floor. This time, in his haste, he had forgotten to take a passkey. He pounded on the door to Umesh’s room. “It’s Vic,” he yelled.

The door flew open, and there stood Umesh in a robe. Vic could tell that he had nothing on beneath the robe. He bounded in, shutting the door behind him. The two men fell into each other’s arms. Their lips met, and opened wide. Now their tongues came together, alternately dueling hard, and then brushing lightly in feathery caresses.

When they separated, Umesh cried, “I was so afraid of loving you, and of you loving me, that I ran from the truth. What stupidity. I couldn’t face my demons until I realized that I had even bigger demons to face. Without you at my side, my life would be empty. I love you, Vic. Dammit!!!”

“I love you too. I haven’t been with anyone since you left.”

“I tried to be with women,” Umesh went on, “but I couldn’t do it. Your face kept appearing in front of me, and I became impotent.”

“You’re not impotent now,” Vic observed, grabbing Umesh’s hard on. “But I don’t want to make love quickly. I’ve got a lot of work to do tonight.
Get dressed. We’ll have a drink at the bar, and then have dinner together.
In the morning, I’ll join you and we’ll make love all day.”

“That’s not good enough. I want to make love with you forever.”

“I intend to make your wish come true.”

A Few Months Later:

Umesh’s company was located in Hyderabad, Silicon Valley to be exact.
Vic’s hotel chain operated two hotels in the vicinity. He requested and obtained a transfer to one of them as assistant day manger. He moved in with Umesh.

Neither man came out at work, but they had no trouble mixing with other gay men, and hanging out in gay bars after working hours. They made love lustfully and very often, and marked the day that they first met as their wedding date.

Occasionally they would wonder if they were latent homosexuals, or if they were just gay for each other. They never lingered on those thoughts very long. They loved each other, and made each other blissfully happy. That was enough for both of them. Umesh may have fallen in love with Vic when he was drunk, but that love was everlasting, even when he was sober, which was all the rest of his days.

The End