Indian Gay sex story – What’s in a name…

Indian Gay sex story – What’s in a name…

It had been a year since I had started dating Rahul. We had met on a dating web site and hit it off. We met for coffee a couple of times and then finally had sex one day. It was the best sex of my life. What I had thought would be a one-time thing turned into a full-fledged thing. We started doing things that couples did. We shopped together, went to movies, we even took a trip to Udaipur, where after an exceptionally steamy sex session, he told me that he loved me. I told him I loved him back. It was the best feeling of my life.
But like a lot of love affairs, ours was doomed too. A couple of weeks after the trip I found out that he was married. He had a wife of eight years and had two six year old twin sons. At first I stopped talking to him. But he kept on hounding me. He would keep on calling me, send me flowers. I ignored all this in the beginning. But then loneliness got the better of me and I started seeing him again. But after a couple of months I found out from a friend that he was seeing someone else as well. Another guy. I decided this was it. I couldn’t continue this relationship.
I told him that I wanted to break up with him. He started crying and told him I was the best thing ever. I told him it was over. He left. I thought it was the last I was seeing him. I was wrong.
He came back later that night. He started banging hard on my door. I thought I better let him in before he woke up all the neighbors. It was a mistake. He had been drinking heavily. The moment he was in I realized I had done something extremely stupid. He looked at me.
“Why do you wanna leave me? After all this time. You didn’t wanna leave me when you found out about my wife. So why now?”
I told him to stop. That he was drunk and that he should rest. He came to me and held my hands harshly.
“You used to like me drunk. You told me it made more of a man in bed. You used to like that didn’t you.” He grabbed my crotch hard.
“Stop it, Rahul.”

He punched me on the face. I fell down. I felt blood in my mouth. He kicked me hard on the stomach.
“I will remind you what a man I am.”
He sat down on my chest. I tried to get him off but it was no use. He started hitting me on the head hard. He then got up and pulled me by the hair and threw me on the sofa on my face. He pulled my pjs down. I realized what was going to happen. But before I could do anything he twisted my arm and had me fully pinned on the sofa.
“You used to like it when I was rough. Let’s give you a reminder then.”
He put his fingers in me. Not tenderly like he used to. But harshly, like he wanted to hurt me. He started moving them in and out. It hurt like hell. I yelled out. He removed his fingers and took off his socks. He stuffed one of them in my mouth. He came up to my face and bit me hard on the neck. Tears were coming in my eyes.
“You like that don’t you. Let’s see how you like some more pain. Cause this what I am feeling inside.”
He reached for a candle stand. I yelled into the sock. But it was no use. And then I felt it. The pain was unbearable. He rammed the candle stick repeatedly into me, all the while biting and grunting around my neck. He then threw it away and himself entered me. I felt I would die from the pain. He kept on banging me. After a while, he came. He then reached around and started feeling me. I began to struggle.
“Ha. I knew it. You are hard. You liked it. Well, you are not going to get this anymore.”
He got up, zipped up his pants, kicked me hard and left.
I didn’t have any strength left in me. I looked around the room. The candle stick was lying beside the sofa covered with blood. My blood. My entire legs were bloody. I tried to stand up but my legs wouldn’t hold me. I somehow crawled to the bathroom. I used the basin for support and pulled myself up. I saw myself in the mirror. My eyes were blackened. There were black marks on my forehead. My lip was bloodied. There were bite marks all around my neck. I took a shower and cleaned up myself. I went to the medicine cabinet and took a couple of painkillers with whiskey and threw myself on the bed. Within a few minutes, I was out.
I woke up to the sound of the doorbell. I looked at the clock. I had slept for almost 20 hours. My body still hurt. I somehow dragged myself to the door and opened it. An extremely gorgeous man was standing there.
“Hi, my name is Rahul. I moved next door a couple of days ago. I have locked myself out. Can I use your phone?”

To be continued….