I still remember that morning of 15 August clearly. This year we had the college reunion of all 2010 pass-out students. We had received letters, phone calls and emails months earlier, because many were in the US or Europe, some in other cities for work, and many of us still in Pune. It had been fifteen years since we last met, and we were all very excited.
On the morning of 15 August we started arriving one by one. It was difficult to recognise each other at first. Some of us were connected on Facebook, but hardly anyone had met in years.
We had the flag hoisting. Then the school briefly shared our achievements—some had become doctors, some lawyers, and so on—and we were felicitated one by one. I also received my shawl and flowers and returned to my place. After a while they called Aditya Mahamuni, and that was it—a sudden gush of emotion and excitement. I searched for where he was. My school crush, and more than that.
He came on stage, received his flowers and shawl. The principal introduced him as a doctor in a reputed hospital in the USA. We clapped. I clapped a little louder, perhaps. As he was coming down from the stage I could see him properly. He still had the same face structure, well-built and taller now, wearing a white kurta, and that same beautiful smile. It took me straight back to our school days—how we had once been close friends with a real bonding.
Aditya. My friend whom I had been in love with all those years in school. There were many times we had moments of getting close physically. There was a trip where it all started while bathing under a waterfall. He had pretended an accidental touch on my ass while taking a picture, and that stirred something in me. Later that night he braved it and touched my ass again, purposely. I asked him, “What’s wrong with you?” He smiled and said, “Everything.”
Later the same year we again had the chance to stay close at my sister’s wedding. That night he was again caressing my ass, and this time I did not hesitate or stop him. I was even hoping for more. But nothing much happened beyond a pretend-sleep touch and a hug. From then on I fell in love with him—with his presence—and I started looking for opportunities like that. One day while studying we were doing some masti n then kissed on lips as a joke , and that was the first time I felt his erect dick too. That was as far as it went.
All those memories flooded me when he came and stood in front of me and said, “Hello. Aahe ka olakh?”(remember me?)
I came back to the present and said, “Of course, yaar,” and gave him a hug. Years of waiting for that.
We had brunch with all the schoolmates; it had been arranged for us. There was a lot of laughter, selfies, teasing, and finding out who had kids and wives. Almost all of them did—except the two of us. Someone teased, “Tum dono hi karlo ab shadi. Waise bhi sale sabko ditch karke khud dono padhai karke top marte the.” They kept teasing us. I did not know what to say or how to react.
It was almost two o’clock by then. Everyone else had further plans. Aditya asked me, “Let’s ditch them once more?” I laughed and said, “Chalo, let’s go to a place that has newly opened—a cozy café I like.”
He said, “Must be a place where you do your dates with a girlfriend.”
I answered, “No, it’s not that. It’s just peaceful.”
Shortly we were at the café. He was sipping tea, I was having coffee. He said, “It feels great to be in Pune again.”
I told him, “I don’t know how you guys could live without Pune. I can’t even think of leaving it.”
He replied, “Paisa, my man. Paisa mangta. The lifestyle is such that we can’t afford it on an Indian salary.”
Our conversation went on and on with all the fun and the memories we shared. We carefully avoided the awkward moments.
Then there was a long pause, and both of us uttered at the same time, “Lagn ka nahi kela?”(why not married yet)
We both laughed and blushed.
He said " I was in a relationship; it didn’t work out. What about you?”
I said, “Never felt so. I don’t see myself marrying to any GIRL. But at the same time I need someone for life too.” I hinted I'm gay.
And there was a awkward silence.
We decided to walk. I asked how long he was here.
He said, “Not much, just twenty days.Need to finish some paper work too..
But if you say, I’ll stay more.” He teased and laughed.
I laughed too, but then said, “If that was the case you wouldn't go without even telling me and leave me here ” I sensed the conversation becoming awkward, so I changed the topic.
I told him, “Let me drop you at home.”
He said, “What home? My home is sold out years ago. No body here to look for it. I’m staying in a hotel since two days back when I came.”
I asked why he had not told me. He could stay with me; the house was big enough.
He said, “Didn’t know if that was an option.”
I insisted, “Chalo, we’ll take your luggage and go back home. You can’t stay like a visitor, Aditya. This is our city.” After a lot of convincing he agreed.
We went to his hotel and started packing for him. I was helping while he packed neatly. I remembered how neat he had always been with his books and uniform, always patient about keeping things in order. I smiled and said, “You’re still the same.” He blushed. I went into the bathroom to collect his things from there and found his undies drying. I couldn't resist n squeezed his undies, he saw..i pretended I was checking if it was wet. I gathered them and gave them to him. We both smiled. In that moment I remembered touching his bulge back then. The tension in the air was clear. I stepped aside and let him pack the rest.
By the time he was ready to go I felt like ordering a sandwich or something. He ordered one along with coffee for me and tea for himself again. My house was a bit far, so it was a good idea to have something before the ride. We sat very close because the table was small. Our arms brushed multiple times. The air-conditioning, the tension, his touch.....it felt nice n I hoped he could feel the same.
When the coffee was finished we stood up to leave. At the door he said, “Vayu,” and suddenly pulled me into his arms and just held me there. “I missed you.” he whispered emotionally.
We were simply holding each other, doing nothing. I suppose that was always us, neither of us had the guts. This time I decided for myself: no, not again. I could not leave him like that, whatever happened. I held his neck with both hands, looked into his eyes for a while, and then took his lips with mine. Between the deep, hungry kisses the words came out one by one, broken by the press of our mouths:
“You… don’t… even… know… what… is… missing… … that… is… how… much I… missed… you…”
He got fully into it. He pressed me hard against the door and locked it with a turn of the knob. A second later his mouth moved to my neck and ear, sucking and biting with years of held-back need.
He whispered against my skin, “You missed me, Vayu?” Then, lower, “I craved for you for years. You won’t understand.”
There was a hungry passion in every movement. I turned us and guided him toward the bed while our mouths stayed locked. We collapsed onto the mattress, still kissing, tongues deep, hands already pulling at fabric. The kisses grew wetter, more desperate, until the need to feel skin became impossible to ignore.
I pulled his kurta up and over his head. He did the same with my shirt. Our bare chests met. I bent and took one of his nipples into my mouth, sucking hard, then the other, while my hands ran over his arms, his chest, the hard plane of his stomach. He arched into it, then pushed me back and returned the same treatment—mouth open, tongue and teeth working across my nipples, my collarbone, the centre of my chest, lower still. We were both breathing hard, wet trails left wherever mouths had been.
I reached for his trousers, unfastened them, and pushed them down along with his underwear. His cock sprang free, thick, large and already fully hard. I did not wait. I lowered my head and took him into my mouth in one long slide, sucking deeply, tongue pressing along the underside. His hand settled in my hair. Low, broken moans left him as I worked him, lips tight, head bobbing, one hand rolling his balls while the other slid further back to grip and knead his ass. I took my time, swallowing around him, pulling off only to lick and suck each ball, then drag my tongue lower across the sensitive skin of his perineum before returning to his cock.
He pulled me up by the shoulders, kissed me hard enough to bruise, tongue in each other's mouth.. then rolled us so he was on top. His mouth travelled everywhere—biting my neck, my shoulders, my chest—leaving dark marks. Licked my armpits it felt heavenly
He reached down, wrapped his hand around my cock, and stroked it once, twice, before taking it into his mouth. He sucked with the same intensity I had given him, cheeks hollowed, tongue swirling, going deep until I felt the head hit the back of his throat. My hips lifted. I was already close to cum , the pressure building fast, but I did not want it to end yet.
I forced myself to turn beneath him. He understood immediately. His hands spread my ass open. For a long moment he only looked, breathing hard. Then his mouth was between my ass . He ate my ass like a man starved—tongue flat and wet, dragging over the hole again and again, then pointing and pushing inside. His teeth grazed the sensitive rim. I pushed back against his face. He did not stop. He licked deeper, spit running, then added a finger—slowly at first, working it in and out while his tongue stayed on me. A second finger followed, stretching me wider. The burn melted into heat. Outside the light was fading; inside the room it was already dim.
While his fingers moved inside me I asked, voice rough, “Do you have a condom?”
That was all the signal he needed. Without breaking the rhythm of his hand he reached for his wallet, tore one open, and rolled it on. He withdrew his fingers, lined the head of his cock against my open ass, and in one firm thrust pushed all the way inside. The sudden fullness tore a shout from my throat, unbareble sharp pain that made my eyes water.. I was shaking n hinting him to remove but He held still, shhhhh it wl be fine raja.. He buried deep, one hand stroking my side until the burn eased into a heavy, stretched fullness... When I calmed a bit Only then did he begin to move.
He started slow—long, deep strokes that dragged every inch of him across the inside of me—then built speed. His hips snapped harder, the sound of his balls sack meeting skin filling the room. I gripped the sheets. Each thrust punched a breath out of me. He fucked me with steady, increasing force until his rhythm broke and he buried himself to the root, cock pulsing as he came. Even through the condom I felt the heat of his cum flooding deep inside my ass.
He stayed there a few seconds, breathing hard against my neck, then carefully pulled out. He turned me onto my back, crawled down, and took my cock into his mouth again. This time there was no holding back. He sucked with single-minded focus, one hand stroking what his lips could not reach, until the pressure snapped. I came hard, uncontrollably, thick ropes of cum shooting across his tongue and spilling over his lips and chin. He kept sucking through every pulse, swallowing what he could, the rest coating his face.
When my dick finally softened he pulled off, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then used a towel to clean the rest of his face. After that he lowered his head once more and gently licked my cock clean the left over cum until it lay soft against my thigh. He climbed back up, settled his weight over me, and we stayed like that—bodies pressed together, mouths meeting in slower, softer kisses. There were small blushes, quiet smiles, and a deep, settled peace neither of us had felt in fifteen years.
He continued giving me soft kisses while we lay there. I felt myself blushing under the attention. After a quiet moment I asked why we had never done anything like this before.
He was silent for a few seconds, then answered honestly. He said it had taken him many years to accept himself as gay, and that was the main reason he had gone to the USA—to avoid the constant pressure of marriage back home.
I told him that I had also come out to my parents a few years earlier.
He looked at me and repeated, almost to himself, that he had always had me in his mind. I had been his first crush, but for a long time he had lived in denial.
We cleaned ourselves carefully, dressed, and finally left the hotel together.
For the next twenty days we explored Pune the way we once had as boys—revisiting old streets, favourite spots, and shared childhood memories. Alongside that, we spent almost every free hour in bed. We fucked day and night, learning each other’s bodies without any of the old hesitation, until the physical need slowly deepened into something quieter and more certain. By the end of those weeks we had fallen in love with each other in a way that felt both new and long overdue.
On the day before he was supposed to leave, when we were starting to pack , I asked him, “don't go.. Stay na, if you can.”
He did not need much convincing. He simply said, “Yes. I also want the same. I’ve been thinking about it for a few days now.. I guess I'm not done with you yet. ”
And yes he stayed.
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