My Graduation : Part I

 My graduation taught me many things and it changed my life for ever. The things that I am writing about are ongoing even now but this is how it all started. I had moved to another, bigger city for a better college. My home place was a smaller city with limited educational facilities and also I had the kind of marks most students would love to have. So I moved out and started my living in a hostel.

My name is Ravi. I shared my spacious room with two senior guys. On the very first meeting they told me quite frankly that they were both gay and that they fucked each other in this room. It was a shock to me but I said I had no problem as long as they kept their hands off me. We had laughed at that and got along very well.

I was 18 years old at that time, 5’10”, athletic and slim. I had dated a couple of girls (no sex though) and I had gotten compliments on my looks. I had swum in state level competitions to keep myself fit. College provided me with a good gym and my physique started improving. My room mates were cool guys apart from their orientation and we hung out sometimes. But they kept their distance and that brought us closer as friends. But three months into the term, I fell very ill. After a week in the hospital, I went home for an advised rest.
I came back a fortnight later. The exams were just a month away and I had missed three weeks worth of classes. The teachers were co-operative and did all they could but none of them had time to give me extra lessons. None, except one. He was Mr. Sarthi, about 45, middle height, slightly graying and fit. He asked me if I could come to his house every alternate evening. I agreed.

It was the second week, after five evening lessons that this happened. The lesson had lasted till 10 in the night. For all these days, I had seen neither wife nor child of Mr. Sarthi. He said that he was unmarried. He was sitting very close to me that day and touching me a bit more than usual. I had noticed that his eyes had been lingering on my ass since the first day; he had been eyeing it like a treat, with a longing for it. Then suddenly, he drew me closer and pulled me into a passionate kiss. I gently drew away.

“Sorry sir, but I am not like that.”
“I… have found you so attractive! You ass is so perfect! And you are gorgeous!”
“I am flattered, sir.” I was “But I don’t swing that way.”
“I just find you so attractive!” he was still holding in his arms. He tried to draw me closer again.
“I don’t think I will take any more private lessons from you, sir!” I got up to leave.
“No! No!” he pleaded, “I am sorry, it’s just that I have been so alone, and you remind me of him! I won’t do this again I promise! Don’t go!”
“So you will teach me and not touch me?” I asked, “I told you, I just don’t swing that way. I found it amusing that this 45 year old gay teacher found me attractive.
“Yes!”
“And I remind you of whom?”
“Suresh. I taught him three years ago. We were lovers for two years. Then he left, got married… cause he swung both ways. I have had no one since.”

We talked about his past. When I went back, I thought a lot about it. How did it feel to be single at 45 and homosexual in a conservative Indian society where sex related topics are not even discussed, even among normal people? And living in the constant fear of his students finding out about him, the fear of being ridiculed. He extracted a promise of silence from me before I left. The second point was interesting. Being a teacher, he could hold me at ransom and demand my bodily services in lieu of not lowering my score or giving me better marks than I actually had, or helping me to cheat. And I lived with two gays who went down on each other like rabbits every time they had the room to themselves. And I was surprised to find that I pitied the man. Our lessons began to worsen even though I was sure he was not doing it on purpose. I think it must be really tough to teach with the object of your fantasies within your reach and not being able to touch it (read fuck it). So I made my choice that I would do it, not the full act, maybe just a blowjob, enough to keep him happy and my score in the exam high.

“Really? You would really do it?” Mr. Sarthi was incredulous. “But you know I would never force you or hold this against you…”
“Consider it as a small thank you for all these lessons. I am doing it of my own free will. But I am not going to let you fuck my ass or mouth your cum… we will do everything else. But I don’t know how!” My heart was racing, palms sweating. He led me to his room and we sat there kissing.
“I’ll remember that.” He kissed me. He was genuinely happy at being given free control of my body. We kissed and slowly undressed and I saw his hardened 7” phallus standing erect. I wondered if he would make me suck it. Oh, what the hell, of course he would. He then began exploring my body, first my lips, then my nipples- sucking them, torturing them- and I moaned as he did this. It turned his on. He moved south wards all the while complementing me about my body. He tongue fucked my navel and I found that I really like this. He went mad when I urged him to fuck my navel more.

He stroked me for sometime and then he handed me his organ. I first stroked it, then closed my eyes and went down on it, fires licking the spongy head then the sided, and then his balls. I had no idea how I was doing but I must have been really good because then he started calling me his bitch and told me to suck his dick hard. Finally I took it in my mouth but gagged on it instantly.

“Oh that happens, babe, you’ll get used to it” he kissed me again. This time I began sucking him and I found out that I was liking it, so I sucked him more and more till he took me by my hair and began fucking me mouth heedless to my gagging. And finally he came in my mouth, I tasted his cum- it was better than his precum. I washed myself and came back in his arms. This time I kissed him.
“Either you are a boywhore or you are a natural.”
“Was my first time.”
“Would you like to do it again?”
“Don’t bet on it.” I got up and began dressing.

A week later, during one of our classes, I told him that I would do it again and this time he can fuck my ass, thank you very much. I had given it a lot of thought. Was I gay? Or bisexual? Whatever may that be, I had certainly liked what I had done to him. I had played his bitch and I found that it is the bitch who has the control, not the bastard. The guy may think he is controlling the bitch but the bitch gets to control all the guys. I had controlled my teacher, I had like being in control. And I took complete control this time as I sucked him, made him explore my body. I always shaved my chest and all but today I had also shaved my groin and ass. I had also taken an enema; I had heard this anal hygiene tip from my room mates. boy I wanted to see their faces when I told them I have fucked my teacher.
I first made him cumin my mouth and then told him that I was ready to give him my ass. He brought Vaseline as applied it over my boycunt and slowly, inserted one finger. Then he began finger fucking my ass, then two fingers then three. I was enjoying my sphincter being stimulated and then he told me he would enter himself. I went down on my knees and raised my ass. I felt the head of his dick at my opening. Slowly he began pushing it inside. I felt my insides being stretched and as the head finally entered, I gasped. He waited there till got used to him.

“Don’t worry, bitch, I won’t hurt your ass. It’s too pretty. I know you’re a virgin.”
“Fuck me!” I gasped I urged my ass towards him.
He began, at first moving just a quarter of an inch in and out, slowly then half an inch. My anal sphincter was getting pleasurable eroded and he was running his hands over my ass cheeks, spanking then now and then. And without warning, he plunged four inches and it was the most wonderful feeling I ever had. I wanted him to fuck me, gay or bisexual just didn’t matter.

“Oh fuck me please!” I pleaded, “Ram that cock deep into me sir!”
“Call me sir, bitch!” he rasped in my ear. Now he was rhythmical pumping ms ass with passion and I knew he was a good 5 inches inside me, stimulating my prostrate. I began moaning with pleasure and reached for his balls which were lapping against my ass. I was enjoying his warm cock inside me, and the control it gave me over him.
“Stop!” I called , “Stop! Change position!”
I told him to lie on his back as I sucked him some more.
“Like that, sir?”
“Yes! Suck me bitch!” I began working my tongue around the spongy dick’s head, at his pisshole, licking his balls, sucking him deep throat. After ten minutes, I mounted him and impaled my ass with his cock, told him to hold my waist and began moving my hips, first up and down, then in circles, clockwise and anticlockwise. I noticed that I had an 8” hard on myself all this while. I felt I was about to cum as I watched him writhe in ecstasy and when he knew he was about to come, I felt his nails sinking in my skin. He raised me a bit and held me firmly and began his ramming in me. I was above him and went down to whisper a sweet ‘fuck me, darling’ in his ear. As he continued my anal assault, I continued kissing his face, stroking him, gently biting his earlobes.

I knew he was about to cum and I pulled away taking control of his cock inside me once again. I begin riding his cock and in a minute, felt his manjuice flowing in me, leaking out of my hole, warming my thighs. He had squeezed my nipples and I loved that too. When he took out his flaccid cock out of me, I washed myself and cam back and took him in my arms.
“You were so good!” he kissed me again.
“Only for you, sir.”

Before I left, we talked for sometime, and I gave an uncertain hint that I might do this with him again. Yes, keep it uncertain and make him want more. But I sucked him once more before I left and took his cum in my mouth. I was planning to tell everything to Pravin and Manish, my two roommates.