Indian Gay sex story – My Raunchy Hostel Life

Indian Gay sex story – My Raunchy Hostel Life

Every year, the high school became so festive on the Founder’s day. Or so he heard. He was new to this high school. New to hostel life. He was enrolled into this school just a couple of months before the Founder’s day. He was still learning.

He was in class 12. He was pretty cute. The signs of puberty had not really started showing on him. He was pretty skinny but had a good body shape. He was just as tall as most of the guys of his age. He was quite fair. His voice was still between a boy and an adolescent. No facial hair yet. He always stayed fresh as most other guys in Coimbatore, thanks to the salubrious climate of Coimbatore and the trees that were planted almost everywhere in his school. He had the cute and sweet looks of a typical Coimbatorean.

His high school was quite an orthodox Hindu school with a temple in the premises and compulsory attendance at the prayers at sunrise and sunset for all Hindus in the hostel and because of the morning prayers, all the Hindus in the hostel were woken up at 5 am sharp. As soon as they were woken up, most of the students just took their buckets with the toiletries and ran to the showers, just to have the pleasure of bathing in hot water and keep them warm as the mornings were quite cold.

The founder’s day was no exception. Most of the students had opened their eyes at 4 am and were just waiting impatiently for the warden to open the dormitory door. They all wanted to take shower in the limited supply of hot water. The hostel students from class 9 onwards were volunteers in the day’s festivities.

It was a quarter past four and some students, including him, took their buckets and decided to open the doors and leave to the showers. As they were about to do that, they heard their warden and just ran back to their beds. The warden was very strict about not letting anybody leave the dormitory before 5 am.

Sivaraj was in his early thirties. He had a mush. Masculine looks. He had an average body. His voice was very macho. There were times when he earned to lie in his warden’s embrace. It would remain his fantasy till Sivaraj quit and he forgot him.

As he ran back to his bed along with his other fellow mates, he noticed Dinesh running behind him. Dinesh was his neighbor in the dormitory. His cot was next to Dinesh’s. Dinesh was an athlete. He practiced Badminton everyday, twice and was in great shape. He had nice broad shoulders. An average looking face with boyish features and big, bulbous eyes. And his nipples were quite bigger than the usual. If anybody saw Dinesh without his shirt, he would look a second time, just for those big nipples.

He lifted up his mosquito net and jumped on his bed. As he was about to pull down his mosquito net, he saw Dinesh jump in.

“Dei, please let me lie down till Sivaraj open’s the doors. Please…Please..”.

He let him in. Sivaraj left after mouthing aloud some threats and turned the lights off on his way out. There were no night-lamps as such and the dormitory was pitch black again.

His cot was a double-decker and he had the lower bunk. It was right next to one of the big pillars and as such, nothing inside the cot could be seen by anybody outside. On top of this, the mosquito net provided a complete cover. Most of the cots in the dormitory were like that.

Dinesh was lying next to him. The cot was quite narrow. He was lying on his back and Dinesh, on his chest. The were pressed together with no more room. He felt Dinesh’s hot breath on his neck and cheek. It was very awkward for him. He felt very uncomfortable. Dinesh was not known for his warmth and friendliness and he was nobody’s favorite.

Suddenly, he felt Dinesh move closer to him. “Rahula, what is the time?”.

He checked the time in his watch. It was nearly half past four. He told him the time.

Dinesh moved still closer. Close enough for him to feel his heart beating fast. This increase in proximity made the Dinesh’s breath feel hotter on his neck and check . He did not move. He felt too awkward to say anything. He started to slightly perspire in the cold morning of the last few days of July.

“What is the time now?”

Although it felt longer, it has not been more than five minutes since he checked the time last. He felt Dinesh move closer. This time, he felt Dinesh’s knee touching him strongly on his thigh. The pressure was just sufficient to seem to suggest something.

His mind started racing. He started perspiring more. The temperature seemed to rise. It was unusually warm. He felt like an outsider and wanted to just go along and do it. He had always wanted to do things to Dinesh’s nipples and wanted to do it. He hoped to make a good friend out of Dinesh and wanted to do it. It has been really long and he wanted to do it. He just wanted to do it.

He knew he was an outsider and he was scared. He did not like Dinesh really and he did not really wanted to do it. The warden might open the doors sooner than usual and he did not want to do it.

“What is the time da?”

Dinesh moved closer. He dared to move farther than he did before. He really felt D’s leg resting on his crotch. ‘What?!’. He was sporting a solid erection. And under D’s leg. Nothing could bring it down. His heart started beating faster. Faster than it has been doing for the last few minutes that seemed like hours. D sure felt it. It was enough for D to understand that though he was not responding positively, his body was reacting well to his moves. He knew it would happen tonight. D always had an eye for his cute neighbor who kept to himself.

D put his arm around him. Moved closer to him. D’s crotch was touching the jut of his bony hip. He did not react. But his erect and warm cock gave a slight jerk. D pushed his crotch hard against his hip.

He could not control anymore. He moved his hip still harder against D’s crotch, giving an invitation to D’s warm dick. He wanted to do it. He was not scared. He was horny as hell.

D reached for his face. Pulled him closer. Gave him a long tight kiss on his lips. He did not expect this. He did not know how to respond. He liked it. It was warm, wet and slick. Before he could respond, he felt D pushing his tongue inside his mouth. He opened up. He felt D mount him.

D was completely on him. He was heavier than he expected. Heavier and warmer. In such proximity, his muscles felt bigger and harder. He liked it. He pulled D closer with his arms encircled around D. D started tickling his toes with his. D used his toes to clamp his and when was not clamping, he was scratching his skin and feet with his toe nails. D’s tongue was still inside his mouth. D’s tongue was trying to pull his tongue up and into this mouth. He used some suction to achieve this. He ended up sucking all the saliva from his mouth, which now seems to secrete profusely.

Both their mouths were warm and wet. D’s was wetter with the spit he sucked from the guy underneath him. D held his face with his palms and tried harder to suck the tongue into his mouth. The were kissing passionately. D started moving the bulge of his erect penis up and down and right and left. D’s dick was teasing his. Their bulges rubbed against each other. He pictured a cockfight in his head. He felt his underwear get wetter with the warm precum oozing from his cock.

It still felt long. He was sure the had been kissing for hours. Suddenly D stopped. “What is the time now?”.

He thought he was being teased. He was asked once again. He checked. It was a quarter to five!

D went to back to kissing, only he was more fervent. More ardent. More passionate. His bulge did not rub against his anymore. It stayed put. Almost. The pressure he felt from D’s bulge was increasing and decreasing. It reminded him of a pumping action. He thought the more appropriate analogy would something entering and exiting. Like a penis entering a vagina. Like a dick fucking a cunt. He was being fucked though they were completely clothed. He was being fucked though neither of them had cunt.

D’s kisses were more of bites. D was almost chewing his lips. D must have wished he had a straw to suck all the spit from his mouth. He did not need it though. He was doing better than he would with a straw. D’s pace was building up as each second passed. His movements would seem mechanic for a bystander.

He felt his underwear getting wetter. He was oozing precum. His dick was throbbing like never before. His balls started to tingle. He felt his warm semen spread on his skin inside his underwear, like a thick fluid that was spilled on a plane. He closed his eyes and forgot everything. He went completely blank.

He felt a hot breath on his cheeks. He opened his eyes wishing he didn’t have to. Dinesh was breathing hard. He had stopped moving. He started hearing movement around him. Dinesh fell back.

His underwear was clinging to him. He was almost soaked in his sweat. His and Dinesh’s. The droplets of perspiration on his forehead and the saliva spread around his mouth slowly evaporated. He felt a gentle breeze. Slightly cold.

“What is the time?”.

“It is five to five.”