Study Session Turned Into Our First Gay Sex
Hello readers, this is Akhil. I’m a 21 years old, good looking, tall and slim guy from Bangalore. I’m studying in a reputed university in Bangalore. I’m still relatively new to story writing, so kindly ignore any mistakes and enjoy the story of our first gay sex . This story is an actual incident that happened about 2 years ago when I was in my second year of college. I had this encounter with my classmate named Komal. He is also 21 years old now. He is a Tamilian who moved to Bangalore with this family from Chennai about 10 years ago. He is a dark-skinned (like super dark), very short (about 5 foot 4), and skinny. I am friends with him from the beginning of college but never had any sexual attraction towards him. He isn’t exactly an attractive guy either. But he’s a very smart and super nerdy guy. He wears a rimless pair of glasses all the time, which suits him. During the final exams of the semester in April, about 2 years ago, everyone was preoccupied with various assignments and attendance issues. With exams right around the corner, I needed help studying for one of the subjects. I was facing difficulty understanding it. My dear friend Komal readily agreed to help me with it. We couldn’t find a suitable time to study in college because we both had prior commitments. Then Komal told me that he would help me study at his place. He had no plans the next day after 5 in the evening, and his parents wouldn’t mind it. Even I had nothing important to do, so I agreed to it. The next day after college, I went home and decided to take a bath before heading to Komal’s place. After I came out of the bath, I picked red jockey trunks, navy chino shorts along with a grey Allen Solly polo t-shirt is my basic outfit for hanging out with friends. I packed textbooks and a few notes and took a cab to Komal’s place. He stays in an apartment on the 5th floor of that apartment building. I rang the bell, and Komal answered the door. He greeted me and took me in. It was a 4 bedroom apartment. It was decent. His parents weren’t the home cause of their work shift. He told me that they would come home at 8 or 9 in the evening. Only his sister was along with him. His sister was doing her post-grad at that time. She was watching some movies in the living room when I entered their house. I just casually smiled at his sister, and we both went straight to his room. He locked the door after we both were in. The time was about 5:15 p.m. when we sat down together to start studying. He was wearing a normal cotton green t-shirt and black pajama shorts. I was sitting on his chair with my books on the table and started studying. Komal told me that he would clear my doubts when I came across them. He was sitting on his bed, pushed against a wall, resting his back against the wall, and working on his laptop. The study table was right next to his bed by the footboard. I asked him a few questions, and he explained all the answers and the concept sitting on the bed itself. This went on for about 40 minutes. Then Komal’s sister knocked on the door, and Komal answered it. They talked about something in Tamil, and she went back into the living room. Komal locked the door again and came back to sit on his bed. Now I asked him about a few more things. He asked me to sit next to him on the bed. It was much easier to explain than sitting in a weird position facing me. It was hurting his neck. I went and sat next to him on his bed to his right. I kept the textbook on my lap. He held the notebook on his lap and started writing stuff and explaining it. While explaining, he turned the pages of the book with his right hand. The bottom of the textbook was close to my crotch. When he turned the pages, he touched my dick over my shorts about 5 times, unintended. But it felt good. I liked his touches even though they were just a few mild touches. My dick was getting hard by the passing second. I couldn’t concentrate anymore. All I could think about at that moment was how good would it feel if he held my dick in his hands. My hard-on was quite visible over my shorts, and I didn’t try to cover it up. I was hoping he would notice it. I was then scared to make a move because I didn’t want to lose a good friend. We were sitting close to each other as he was explaining to me more about the concept. Our shoulders were touching. I convinced myself nothing bad would happen. I slowly moved my left hand over the notebook on his lap, and while pointing at things in the book, I ‘accidentally’ touched his dick. There was a sudden jolt in his body, maybe as he wasn’t expecting the touch. I ‘accidentally’ touched it a couple of more times. He ignored it and went back to explaining more about the concepts. Now I placed my left hand on his right thigh and slowly started caressing it over his shorts. I liked the fabric of his shorts. It was making me horny. Then I moved my left hand around his back and started caressing his hips over his t-shirt. He liked it. I could feel an increase in his breath. I then placed my left hand back on his thigh. This time, I gained enough courage and put my hand over his crotch and held his dick over the shorts, with my left hand. Which felt pretty small in size but again, it was flaccid. Komal: (in a low voice and increased breathing) What are you doing, bro? Me: Why, bro? (I took his right hand in which he was holding pen and placed it over my hard dick) Do you not like it? (I started slowly jerking his dick over his shorts) Komal: (gasping)I don’t know… He starts squeezing my dick over my shorts voluntarily. I place my right hand on his chest and start squeezing his nipples. He starts moaning. He turns my face towards his and starts kissing. I’m honestly shocked by this move, but I liked it. It was the first time I ever kissed a guy, and it was awesome. He had very soft lips. They weren’t dry nor wet. It was perfect.