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IF YOU LIKED BOARDING SCHOOL SEXCAPADES, THEN HERE IS IT’S “SEQUEL”. DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED AFTER THAT NIGHT? IF YES, READ ON.

Aravind and I were going steady for a while. Then came Sooraj. He came in as the Iago in my story. He didn’t want to let me go. He wanted to get his will be done on me, but how could I get it up with him, when my man was there with me? I told him so, but he didn’t like it one bit. So, he started to spread rumours. Yes, the rumours where true, but how could we live openly as a couple in a homophobic society like that? Moreover, we were just 18 at that time! Our teachers and family would have hated –no, be disgusted by us. Aravind couldn’t take the whispers and murmurs of my classmates, nor could he stand Sooraj’s egging on. He cracked in the pressure. He just left me heart-broken. I was devastated. Here was the boy I loved, and I knew he had feelings for me too, but denying me because of a spiteful person. I was hurt very much. What could I do? I thought the answer lay in creating jealousy in him. Rejection worked once, so maybe its magic could work again, perhaps!!!

So I started to flirt with other guys who could compete with him for his looks and charm. But none of them even noticed my advances. So life was pretty down when I decided to try my luck with Naufal, a student two years my senior. He was a person with a superb body and wasn’t shy of showing his privates to anyone, after his shower. He usually walked stark naked from the shower to his bed, and it was all I could do to stop myself from staring at him. I liked his body and tight ass, but what attracted me most was his cock. It was circumcised, like every other Muslim’s, and mine too (I had an operation when I was a kid). Though I had never seen it hard, I imagined myself sucking on it whenever I masturbated. So I started to stare at his groin whenever he walked past my bed, and smile cockishly at him. At first he was oblivious, but he started to smile too, now and then.

My fantasy came true on a September night. There was a sports meet being held at my school, so most of the students were sent home. But the participants and members of the school NCC were staying. Being the Sports captain, he was staying, and I stayed because I was the Captain of NCC. We were busy with work all day, so we never noticed that other than us; only three more people were in our House. At Night, I returned to the house, and decided to wait for him to come and have the shower at the same time. The others bathed and went to the auditorium for TV, and I sat down on my bed and started to read Harry Potter 4 again (I love It!). Half an hour passed, when he came in. He quickly removed his dripping T-shirt and I saw sweat glistening on his hard body. I was willing him to take his trousers off too, and thankfully, he did. Man, his ass was tight! While he took some oil and applied it to his body, I simply stared and felt myself up. Then, he turned and saw me staring at his ASSets. I quickly changed my gaze, but was sure that he saw it. But He said nothing, and walked to the showers. I was petrified.

I soon got my mobility back and ran to the showers. I bathed quickly and ran back, but he still hadn’t returned. I knew that he loved to shower for some time; I put on just my undies and lied down on the bed. The others came and went to sleep in the other wing of the dorm, leaving me alone in our wing. I turned off all the lights and waited.

He came a few minutes later, and I could just make out his outline in the dark. He moved steadily to his bed, and switched on the lights there. I could see him standing bare there, little droplets of water clinging from his buns and back. He looked around and tied a lungi around his waist and switched off the lights. I sighed (I think audibly) and lied down to sleep. Several minutes passed, and I was about to doze off, when I felt someone lying down beside me. I froze, and feigned sleep. I could feel the heat of his body, and my excitement was building. His strong hands touched my bare abdomen, and a shiver passed through me. His hand lowly moved over my back to my stomach. It then slowly moved towards my groin, and my breathing became irregular. The spider like hands moved beneath the elastic of my undies and over my pubes, and touched my fully erect manhood. I gasped. He knew I was awake, and he slowly turned me around to face him. I lost all sense of control, and climbed of top of him. I untied his lungi and threw it away. He grinned as his boner tapped my belly. Man, did it look good. It was the biggest one I had ever seen! And it was cut. A special bonus! He stripped me of my undies andI kissed him lightly, but craving got the better of me and I moved straight to his cock.

I covered the head with my mouth, and sucked. He moaned loudly, but since we were alone, I did not care. I first sucked on the delectable head, then licked it nice and slow, then deep throated it, and repeated the cycle over and over. His body arched up, and this excited me even more. I licked all the way down to the base of his cock, then his balls, and then sucked some more. I knew he loved it, and I too was enjoying myself. Then, I took the 69 position and he took my cock in his mouth and sucked a bit, but gave up. Though I wanted him to continue, he didn’t. So I turned him around and licked his butt-cheeks and spine. He was moaning all the while, and my excitement was mounting. I applied a bit of oil to his crack and slowly penetrated him. He gripped me tightly, and I thought it might be painful. I didn’t know, since I had not been penetrated myself. He moaned, “Oh, it hurts!” but I didn’t pull out. He hadn’t sucked me, so I thought he ought to feel a bit of pain. I started to move, faster than would have. He writhed in pain and pleasure, and my sensations broke all bounds. “Oh, my ......oooh....yeah.....mmmmmm......yes, yes, yes.....” I moaned as I moved inside the tight virgin hole. The excitement was mounting, and mounting, and mounting and................ I collapsed as the best orgasm of my life rippled through me, and drowned him in my juices. I slumped on to his back.

Then I turned him around, and asked, “Why don’t you fuck me now?”, but he just pulled my hands to his dick, which was still huge. I got that he wanted me to jack him off, and I started to move my hands up and down. Up and down. Up and down. I got faster and faster, and he moaned louder and louder, unable to contain the pleasure. Then, he burst and bathed me in his hot and sticky cum, and he gasped. We just lay there, side- by-side, breathing heavily, and sweat dripping from our bodies.
“You liked it?” I asked.
“Yeah, I did. I’ll get to you again when I need cheap relief” he said and left me lying there like a fool.

I felt like a whore at that time. I was shaken, and felt disgusted by the way he had used me. I was hurt deeply. I had demeaned myself for pleasure of body. I felt unclean and uncleanable. My plan had backfired.

Days passed like this and my heart ached for Aravind, but he avoided me. I was sure that he couldn’t have stood the separation if he looked me directly in the eyes and saw the pain there. But this realization hurt more than if he had just loathed me. I couldn’t stand this, so I came upon a decision. I wanted to leave the school. I had my heart set on it. I thought that maybe distancing me from him would help heal the wounds in my heart. So, after my board exams, I left the school, even though the authorities were reluctant. I bid adieu to him ever (or so I thought).

It’s been almost two years since that. I’m turning eighteen this week. I have been living a whole new life in a whole new environment, having accepted that I’m gay and being proud about it. I’ve come out to a most of my male friends, and they are Ok with it, unlike my earlier beliefs. I’ve checked out a few guys whom I would like to take my virginity. But my thoughts are still saddened by my heart’s ache for Aravind. I miss him so much; it’s like a constant headache. I believe that I can let him go only if he himself told me to, or I find myself a true love. I’m still looking. I’m depressed, I’ve had very bad luck and I’m still single. But I know, that someday, I’ll get me an angel to love and be loved.

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