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(This is not a sex story. If you are looking for a quick jerk off then you may be disappointed. Reminder: This story is of love between two boys (gay). Please stop reading if this offends you. )
Senthil had moved to pune for his engineering. He didn’t make it into the iits and the recs and this was the first major decision of his still young life. It was what was best for him he was told, if he didn’t want to drop an year and try again. First year was typical, ragging, sudden feeling of complete freedom, bit of guilt when abusing the freedom, home sicknes, movies to forget and movies to remember. He never did get into drinking and smoking though. He didn’t mind being the designated driver, which for students without a car meant someone who will get the gang to the hostel safely without the jackass warden or the seniors spoting them. But the end of the first semester,Senthil has established himself as a smart kid. Not someone who would raise his hand to answer the questions in class but yes, the rest of the students saw him as a worthy adversary. By the end of the second semester, the sporty guys wanted him in the cricket team, the smart kids said “Hi” and the rich but dumb kids bought him tea and samosas for his help in the lab and the journal assigments. Second year was a whole new begining. It was specialization time and freedom has a whole new meaning. He was no longer a freshman, he was a senior now. No need to keep your eyes down anymore, no need to sneak back after late movies or booze sessions. Him and a three other guys rented themselves an apartment not so far from the collage. His roomies were, by his conscious choice, not from the same department. No competition this way.
Senthil liked collage, he even came back to pune from home immediately after the term end vacation. Most students don’t. They take 15 days extra off. Mob mentality. What’s the collage going to do ? Prosecute them all ? Ha !. Anyway, he did find a few other timely returners to hang out with. The first night at the local small time canteen/mess and he saw four freshers walk in and take the corner table. These kids were still dressed in their clean kurta-pyjamas, looked squeaky clean, hair combed and bright enthusiatic smiles. In contract, by the end of first year, guys sleep in the same clothes they wear during the day …for weeks in a row, don’t speak during the 7:00 AM practical cause they haven’t brushed yet and cutting (chai) is the morning mouth wash. Boy ! He couldn’t remember anyone in his batch looking that innocent when they first came last year. One could see these freshers coming from a mile away. {What the f**…Are these kids nuts !!?!!” he thought to himself. “The semester has barely started, what are these monkeys doing here so early ? They will get creamed. The seniors have nothing to do, not even a new movie released recently, these kids are like lambs walking into a lions den}. The sudden silence in the mess confirmed the worst. Even the canteen owner khosla-ji looked stunned. His eyes big in surprise and his jaw hanging down upto his belly. {fuck….this is suicide} thought senthil {but I have to do something}. He got up and announced to them saying “hey guys, you’re finally here. Good, I was waiting for you, your folks said you will be coming in tomorrow. I guess I misunderstood.”
{ Slow down slow down, you’re talking too fast, my buddies and these other senior guys can sniff a traitor faster than the KGB} he thought to himself. {Too late, already knee deep into it….just go all the way}. “Come on guys, gets go out and i’ll just see you guys are all setup and then we can have dinner”.
“Hey Tushar, i’ll be right back and Khosla ji, hold my order please”. He almost rushed the four boys out of the place. Everyone went back to eating and chatting. The four kids just assumed one of them knew This senior guy. As soon as they were clear of the place and in sight of the hostel security guy, sentil spoke, “What the f** do you guys think you are doing here ? Are you nuts ? Or do you not know what ragging is ? Does any one of you know a local politician or bhai ?” They all looked as surprised as a deer in front of a head-light and just nodded in the negative for the last question. “No ? Then what the f** do you guys think you are doing here so early, collage doesn’t start for another 15 days for the seniors and you better stay inside the hostel till then. You eat inside, you sleep inside, you go straight to the collage and come straight back to the hostel” do you understand ? “But the hostel canteen food is not good, bhaiya” said one of them. “abe bhaiya nahi mere baap, call me sir. Actually, call me whatever, but other seniors, call them sir. What’s your name ?”. “Viren bhaii…..sir”. Viren was a chubby boy from a well fed, probably rich family and no wonder the lure of food brought him out of the safety of the hostel and into the wilderness. “Viren, you look like you are still in grade school. With your looks, you’ll probably get ragged all through collage. You’d rather eat the not so tasty hostel canteen food than have a tasty LAST meal. Do you understand”. For some reason it made perfect sense to viren and the boys and they just retreated into the hostel. Senthil went back to Khosla’s to finish his dinner. After food and standing around while the other guys smoked, everyone said their good byes and moved to their respective temporary storages. (No one likes to call these their homes).
Tushar: “So you knew those guys ?”
Senthil: “What guys ?”
Tushar: “Those muppets at the canteen”
Senthil: Yeah, one of them is a family friend”
Tushar: “yeah ? What’s his name”
Senthil: “Viren” said Senthil. Pretty confident he had pulled it off.
Tushar: “Dude, you don’t want to be dumb enough to try to save a bunch of freshers you don’t even know. That fat fuck is Bharat patel’s kid brother and even bharat didn’t warn him against coming to the collage soo early”
Senthil: “Which bharat ? The mech engg final year cricket player ?”
Tushar: “Yup”
Senthil: “Ooo Crapppp..Well, fine, you got me. You remember how much we hated being ragged. I didn’t want then to go through the same bull…”
Tushar : “dude, if the seniors find out, you’ll be labelled a softie.Not to mention the pain room the ass kicking”
Senthil: “Fine, I am sorry, just don’t let bharat find out.”
Tushar: “I won’t. But what if that chubby does ?”
A few weeks later, collage started and everyone got busy with their schedules. This usually meant sports, hanging outside the girls hostel, movies and booze with minor inconviniences called lectures and labs in between. It was by chance Senthil saw those kids from the other night walking down the hall in a tight herd. “Yo ! Fa….viren” . Damn ! He almost said fatty. Viren stopped while the rest of the lot kept walking. His eyes lit up and a big smile came over his face.
Viren: “hello bhaii…sir, I didn’t see you after the other night, didn’t even get a chance to say thank you. How are you ?”.
Senthil: “yeah, yeah, whatever. Listen man your brother doesn’t need to know about the incident. You understand ? I can’t be seen hanging out with your types”.
Viren: “Oh ! My types. I understand. I’m sorry”
Viren had his eyes looking down.
Senthil: “Hey ! I didn’t mea….” too late, Senthil saw his gang over the other side and they were looking at him.
“Kuch panga le raha tha kya woh fresher ?” asked Nilesh. “Nahi yaar, he’s a good kid” leave him alone. “I think he says next to my brothers room in the freshers hostel. Always worried about failing it seems” said Nilesh. Senthil wanted to ask more about viren but he convinced himself of what the heck, why should he care. Moving away, Senthil glanced over to look at the boy and saw the disappointment on Viren’s face. {Some mess I made} he thought {would have been the same if I had actually called him fatty}.The other day, Nilesh was going inside the hostel when Senthil and Tushar met him. He was going to see his brother. Senthil and Tushar volunteered to come along and say hi as well. They met Nilesh’s brother Amit, who was some sort of a smart guy apparently, his school topper etc etc. The room was well kept with a sole Sania Mirza poster on the wall over the bed. Senthil wasn’t interested and his mind somehow lingered to thoughts of the boy in the next room and wished he could apologise for his dumb comments the other day. More than that, he wanted to just see viren. Senthil left the guys chatting and came out of the room. The door for the neighboring room was half open, for ventilation he guessed. He slowly pushed the door open and peeked inside. Viren was setting on his chair with a worried look on his face and his maths book open. He turned around and saw senthil said “Oh ! Hello” in the smallest of voices and went back to staring at his book. {Boy, I must have hurt his feelings really bad} thought Senthil {What was the point of saving him once and not helping his out again. More so making someone with low self esteem even worse about himself ? }.
Senthil : “Hey . You need some help with that ? I am pretty good with Math you know”.
Viren: “No sir, its OK. I might be beyond help. Everything thinks I am a bit slow.”
Senthil: “Who thinks you are slow ? Never mind, It is a bit early to be studying isn’t it ? Kids usually study when they are closer to the exams”
Viren: “Not me, I don’t think I will pass and my father has put in all his money on my education”. The pressure and guilt of using his fathers money clearly visible on the boys face.
Senthil: “c’mon you can’t be that bad.How about I tutor you for a few weeks?”
Viren: “Really ? You’ll do that for me ?”
Senthil started seeing viren more often. He realised that the kid wasn’t really dumb but his own low-self esteem had really taken its toll on his confidence.
He was slow to pick stuff up and was making silly mistakes all soo often. Senthil kept his patience and engaged viren in general conversation. Viren was a funny witty boy who just seems to have lost his trust in his acedemic strengths, perhaps parental pressure ? Peer pressure ? Who knows. Senthil just couldn’t stop seeing this kid though. The way viren’s face would light up when he saw Senthil was worth it. Sometimes he wished he could stay longer and teach the boy. The taunts from his friends came more othen now. “us mote ko adopt kar liya kya tune ?” said Tushar. “Arre sir, is ka kuch nahi hone wala, aap time waste mat karo ispe” said Amit. Senthil didn’t want to give up on Viren. He felt uneasy when Viren would wave at him at collage especially when he was with his gang but looked forward to catching a glimse of the boy.Later into the semester, the guys arranged for a trip to nearby Lonavala for August 15th. They had rented a geep and Nilesh, Senthil, Tushar and a few other dudes were to go. The evening before he met Viren.
Senthil: “Hey, we are going to lonavala tomorrow”
Viren: “I know, amit told me”
Senthil: “Amit who ? Nilesh’s brother amit?”
Viren: “Yes”
Senthil: “Well ? You wanna come ?”
Viren: “Really ? You mean it ?”
Senthil: “Why would I say it if I didn’t mean it ? If Amit can come so can you”
Viren: “OK”
Senthil: Alright, be ready tomorrow morning 7:00AM. Now get these questions right or I’m not taking you.
The jeep stopped in front of the hostel the next day morning, loaded with the guys and their gear. Amit came out first and hopped on. Nilesh told the driver to drive away. “Hang on, one more passenger coming” said senthil. The driver stopped. “Come on man, we got everyone. Lets move. We’ll be late” complained everyone. Just then he saw viren rushing towards the geep from the hostel enterence.
Tushar: “Him ? Dude you must be crazy”.
Nilesh : “Hey man…ye mote fresher ko kahan le gayega saath me ?”
Senthil : “c’mon guys Amit’s a fresher too…besides he asked me yesterday. What could I say ?”
Anuj : “But amit is nilesh’s brother. No way we are taking this guy”.
“hey !” said Viren as he came close to the jeep with a smile. “hey kid ! Sorry, there’s not enough room in the jeep, we’ll take you next time” said Anuj with the coldest voice and asked the driver to pull away. Viren looked at Senthil who just looked away not even daring to look at Viren’s face. The jeep pulled away and left a heartbroken viren at the hostel gate. As the jeep made the first left turn, Senthil felt a lump in his throat and this hot rage rush through his body. “This is bullshit…” he thought. “Stop the jeep” said Senthil. “What now?” asked Nilesh. “I said stop the jeep” Senthil shouted out and this time the driver stopped. “He’s a good kid, and if you don’t accept my friends then you don’t accept me. Screw you guys, I am going back” Senthil jumped off the jeep with his bag and started walking back. As he took the turn back, he heard the jeep drive away. Senthil started running towards the hostel as fast as he could. Faster than he had ever.
He caught viren opening the door to his room and going in. He rushed in behind viren and still panting and with his hands on his hips, trying to catch his breath said “Viren, I think I love you”.
“I love you too sir.”
“What ? Did you hear what I said ? I said I think I love you.”
“I know sir. I think about you in the classroom, I think about you in the lab, At times the whole lecture goes by and all I do is think about you. I find myself searching for you in the collage. I want to talk to you all the time. I don’t see for one day and I am worried.”The kid was saying all the things that senthil was going through. Senthil had run all this way to say just this but instead Viren was saying it.
“…. When I eat dinner, I hope you have eaten already. I don’t drink any cold drinks cause I want to drink it with you when you come to help me, I someti…”
“Ok, Ok, stop…and come here…and give me a hug”
This was the first full bodied hug they had shared. It felt good. It felt real, it felt true,from head to toe. Viren had a tear in his eye…”I am scared sir, what does all this mean ?”
“I don’t know. I am scared too. I don’t even know if this is right or wrong. Just don’t give whatever this is any names right now.”
They just stood there in gentle embrace and silence .”So, where are your friends sir ? Did they leave you and go ?” said viren wiping his tear. “yeah, I guess soo…..and you call me Bhaiya now”.
“Really ? Are you sure that’s appropriate …now ?” said viren with a naughty smile.
This kid is in no way dumb…..thought Senthil smiling.
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