Indian Gay sex story — Remembering my old days – Part 1

Indian Gay sex story — Remembering my old days – Part 1

Hi, my names Jay, I’m an engineer and I’m bisexual. Let me warn you at this stage that the sexual parts of this story are 90% boy on boy stuff, so if you’re not into that I suggest that you find a different story. To begin with let me tell you a little about myself. I’m 5ft 8ins, 65kgs, average looks and have dark hair (the other statistics can come later). I don’t play football, cricket or golf but keep myself pretty fit with several other sports. Rock climbing, abseiling, swimming, canoeing, sailing, sub-aqua and caving about covers it, I think. I’m also a bit of a musician; I play the Tabla and violin (badly) and I think I can manage about 4 chords on the guitar.

This story starts with me taking a week off work to carry out some essential maintenance and decoration on the house. By Thursday I had just about finished and was cleaning my paint brushes when I received a text message from a friend , it read “Am with the gang you met last year; we decided to climb the Guru Shikhar, a peak in the Arbuda Mountains of Rajasthan, is the highest point of the Aravalli Range. So yesterday morning we’re heading for the camp. If you would like to join us on  at the usual camp site on Sat morning”. I finished clearing up and sent a text back “See you Sat morning”. Then I rang the camp site where I’d stayed several times before and booked myself in for Friday and Saturday.
By lunch time on Friday I was getting close to camp and keeping an eye on the dark patch of sky which had appeared on the east horizon. I fiddled with the car radio hoping to find the weather forecast on a local radio station, but without success. When I reached the camp site the sky was getting pretty dark so I hurried to get my tent sorted while it was still dry but when I got to the spot where I’d camped before I found a hike tent and a motor cycle already on the patch. I didn’t want to move too far away as this would be the spot my friend would look for me tomorrow so I found another suitable patch about 25 yards away. By the time I’d erected my tent the black clouds were really rolling in and I led in the tent looking at the sky, wondering if tomorrow was going to be a washout. I must have dozed for a while then I was awakened by the sound of a motor cycle starting up. The bike pulled away then there was an odd tearing sound. The bike stopped and after a couple of clunks there was silence followed by an exclamation “OH SHIT”!

I scrambled out of the tent to see what was happening and the first thing I saw was a lad in his late teens removing his crash helmet. As he revealed a mop of black hair he turned and gazed with dismay on the devastation behind him. Apparently a loose guy line on his tent had become entangled with a stay on his rear mud guard and he had towed half of his tent across the field while the other half remained where he had put it. I walked over to him to see if I could be of any help. As I approached him I couldn’t help staring at his face, he reminded me of someone but I couldn’t think who. He was looking very glum and I said “It looks as though you’ve really trashed that” and as I spoke the first heavy drops of rain started to fall. I said “We have to move fast, drag the remains of your tent over to my car and we’ll bundle it all into the boot (trunk) until the storm is over”. Due to his inflated air bed the bundle wouldn’t go into the car and we had to extract his bed to make it fit. Then we scrambled into my tent pushing his air bed in front of us, and we crouched under the extended fly sheet on the front of the tent.

The rain was now coming down like stair rods and although we had been in it for less than a minute we were both soaked to the skin. The fly sheet had a rod between the first two poles which was very useful for hanging wet clothes and this was used to full capacity as we stripped our wet things. Then we moved into the tent and I found a couple of towels. We were soon a bit drier but as we sat there in our under pants drying our hair I noticed that we were both dripping water from our pants. I said “I’m afraid we can’t afford the nicety of being shy, and it’s a good job you’re the same size as me; I think I can find you something to wear”. I threw him a pair of shorts and slipped out of my wet pants. Without showing any hint of shyness he followed suit and we continued to dry our under parts. I couldn’t help staring at his crotch and he caught me. Somewhat embarrassed I said “I’m so sorry, red hair on the head is one thing but seeing it on other parts of the body sort of takes a bit of getting used to”. He laughed and said “That’s ok I’m quite used to my red pubes being a source of intrigue, I’m often asked to give a demonstration”, and with that he straightened up and raised his arms so that all his red fur was on display. I said “That really is very nice but perhaps you’d better put it away now”, so he lowered his arms and got into the shorts I’d found for him. I found another pair of boxers and slipped into them.

The rain had caused the temperature to fall by a couple of degrees and the light breeze was making water evaporate from our damp skin and we both started to shiver. I grabbed my sleeping bag, un-zipped it all round, opened it out like a duvet and threw it over the pair of us. Then I looked him straight in the eye and said “This is a first for me you know, never before have I been in bed, in the nude with another guy whose name I don’t even know”. He laughed and said “Well we can put the last part right, I’m Tamal”. I said “Hi Tamal I’m Jay” and we sat up and shook hands. Tamal then started to thank me for rescuing him and I told him to think nothing of it as he would probably have done the same sort of thing if the situation had been reversed. Then I added “But now we have the time there’s something I want to ask you about”.

“From the moment I first saw you” I said “I’ve had this feeling that we’ve met before, but I can’t think when or where”. “I’ve been thinking the same thing” he said, and a smile which was just noticeable suddenly spread into a broad grin and he said “I’ve just realized what the occasion was, you play the Tabla, don’t you”? I nodded and he continued “About 5 years ago you played for one evening Aarti at the temple where I was choir boy. In a flash it came to me and I could picture him as a young choir boy, black hair and freckle faced and I said “Got you, you were most helpful. I would probably have recognized you sooner, but in the nude you don’t look quite as angelic as you did while dressed in your cassock and surplus”. He laughed again and said “I don’t know why that should be, after all Michael Angelo painted his cherubs in the nude”. “I can’t think of a suitable reply to that” I said and he continued “Do you still play the Tabla”. I said “Yes, I still deputize for friends who want the odd weekend off, but I’m not expecting you to still be head choir boy”. “That finished about a year later” he said “when my voice began to break, then after a few months I had a bit of a run in with one of the Pujariji’s and I left the temple. In fact I’ve not been in a temple since”.

“Wow that sounds pretty heavy” I said “Whatever went wrong”. Tamal said “Oh you don’t want to know, it’s a long story and it would embarrass me to tell it”. “Now you really have me intrigued” I said “Go on; spill the beans. Don’t worry how long it takes, with this rain we’re not going anywhere and I’m sure you’ll cope with the embarrassment”. “Well” said Tamal “It involves sex, a Pujariji, me and 6 other choir boys and I think I’m probably gay. Are you sure that you still want me to carry on”? “That’s interesting” I said “You said THINK and PROBABLY, that means that you’re not sure. Well, if it helps, I can tell you that I’m bi-sexual so you’re on a level playing field and I definitely want to know what happened”.

“Shortly after I started to grow hair on my body” Tamal said “I was observed in the showers in the school gym and word quickly got around that I was growing red pubes and everyone wanted to see. Then on a school coach trip, due to some mix up, there was no teacher on our coach on the way home. Several hefty lads pinned me down on the back seat, stripped me and invited everyone to come and take a peep. When that was over one of them decided that it was an appropriate time to find out how big I was so he played with my genitals until I got a boner. Even though I was having difficulty breathing with two guys sitting on me I still enjoyed the sensations which his hand stirred up. That was my introduction to gay sex and I often fantasized about that incident even though I never found out who it was that played with me”.

While Tamal had been talking I’d heated some water and made tea. He took a drink and continued. “I’d not had much contact with girls, being at a boy’s school and singing in a boy’s choir, so it was quite a shock when I accidentally came across a girl urinating by the side of a woodland foot path when I was taking a short cut through a patch of tall bracken. As soon as I saw what was happening I crouched down to stay out of site and had a clear view through the lower part of the bracken where the foliage is not very thick. She was crouching, facing me with her legs wide apart and so I got my first ever close up view of a girl’s pussy. The effect on me was electric; in 2 seconds my dick had acquired the consistency of an iron bar and I was forced to release my trousers to accommodate it. The end of my dick was wet and slippery and this surprised me; I had been able to ejaculate for about 2 years but had not seen pre-cum before. As the girl got up and left I started stroking my dick which felt unusually sensitive. The pre-cum which had spread over the head further enhanced the feeling and after checking to see that there was no one about I started to jack off. The feeling was quite intense and I did it slowly to make it last as long as possible. Even so, in less than a minute my pace increased to a frenzy and as I shot my cum over the bracken I think I shouted something but I’ve no idea what. I cleaned up rubbing my fingers in the bracken and then went home.

I now had a new interest in girls and something new to fantasise over but I still had no access to females of my age. One way I discovered I could find out about girls was by chatting to some of the older boys in the choir. One guy named Bimal was particularly forth coming as he was always bragging about his exploits. I found later that he often entertained some of the younger lads with his stories after choir practice and left them to go home nursing boners. He told me quite a lot about girls but I also found that he’d done things with boys as well. On a couple of occasions he touched me up before I left him and I had to rush home to have a quick wank. One evening my best friend, Pritam, who was at least as horny as me told me that he’d heard a rumour that something interesting was about to happen. A couple of lads have persuaded Bimal to give them a demonstration; He’s going to show them his big dick and show them how much jizz he can squirt. Pritam and I decided to gate crash and, as we expected, there were a couple of other guys there who had also heard the rumour. Bimal’s favorite place for meeting was just inside the woodland which bordered the temple yard so Pritam and I made our way there and hid.

We saw two other boys who were hiding behind trees and eventually Bimal and two young lads turned up. They chatted for a while then Bimal proudly dropped his trousers to display his genitals and after giving his dick a few rubs to get it to its full size he let the lads examine it. They were quite impressed but it wasn’t as big as I was anticipating after all the bragging I’d heard.Then came the second part and for this Bimal told the lads that they had to help by taking it in turns to wank him. Pritam caught his breath and asked me why he would want them to do that. From that I deduced that Pritam had never had anyone else touch his dick and I explained about the lovely feeling I had experienced on the coach. As we watched Bimal and the two lads my dick grew hard and I was holding on to it, then I realized that Pritam was by my side wanking himself. Then he turned to me and asked if we could try mutual masturbation and with the mood I was in I agreed instantly. I felt Pritam’s dick stiffen as soon as I touched it and he started to moan. In next to no time he was cumming in my hand but he still carried on wanking me. After a while he told me that there was a guy in the bushes behind us and that he was jacking off. Then we heard Bimal telling one lad to wank him faster and the other lad to stand aside. There were some moans and grunts from Bimal and a “wow” from the young lads. Then the leaves on the bush behind us started to dance as the bush was shaking and more moans and grunts were heard. It seemed that the only person who hadn’t cum was me, but Pritam carried on doing his best to change that. Then the guy emerged from the bush behind us and Pritam froze, bloody hell he said, it’s the Pujariji.

 

To be continued …