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Never say love - 13. Chapter 13
I could see rain pouring out through the car windows. We were covered by darkness. I couldn’t see the road even the headlight of the car was at its maximum. Might be this could be the end. I might have to hug the death when I was with my favorite boy in the car in the middle of the road. Varun was still looking at me waiting for my reply.
I said "little bit, but not really much".
We heard the ring tone from Varun's iPhone. Varun's mom called us and inquired about the storm and driving. She advised us to go to their nearby farmhouse. Earlier Varun told me that they own a farmhouse in ECR. So we decided to drive towards the farmhouse and then call my mom to inform her about the delay.
When we reached the farmhouse rain started pouring cats and dogs. We were dripped wet when we parked the car and got inside the farmhouse. There was a watchman at the doorstep who welcomed us in. Varun went into the master bedroom straight away asking me to follow him. And I was obliged to listen to him.
The master bedroom was exquisite with an attached rest room and huge bed. I was looking at the lights and drapes when Varun said
"Take your clothes off"
I looked at him confused, he grinned at me mischievously and said
"You are dripping wet" He pointed his finger at my shirt. I removed my shirt and jeans and stood in front of him in my underwear. Varun was staring at my body; I could also feel his eyes on my underwear. He came closer to me with a towel and started drying me. I stood there like a statue because of the physical proximity. There was complete silence and then awkwardness between us. Once drying my hair, Varun gave me his towel and took a jean shorts from his bed and wore it. He left the room. I dried my body using the towel and found a cargo shorts and a sleeveless tee shirt from my bag to wear. And then I took my phone, dialed my mom to speak to her. There was little bit of concern in her voice but she was relieved when I said we were in Varun's farmhouse at Mahabs. She asked us to stay the night in the farmhouse and leave early morning.
Once I finished my phone call, Varun returned to the bedroom with a wine bottle and 2 glasses. There was an excitement in his face which cheered me up.
"Shall we drink?" he asked waving the wine bottle at me. I nodded my head. I never tasted wine before.
Varun connected his iPhone to the stereo nearby. John Mayor started playing guitar and singing in his raspy voice. He switched off the bright light except a yellow light in the corner. Air conditioner was blowing cold air filling the room in chillness. We sat opposite to each other on the bed started tasting red wine. It went inside my throat smoothly. The taste was initially hard and then my tongue got used to it. Varun was talking about a trekking trip he had with his friends last year. Music was in the background, wine was mixing in my blood, I could feel different. Suddenly Varun stopped talking and staring at my face. The yellow light on his face made him glow like gold. I stared back at him and looked at his eyes. The wine inside me gave me the confidence to do so and then I heard Varun's raspy voice
"Sandy, I really like you, I think you are so hot" he looked at my eyes deeply. I was dumbfounded and stared at him speechless, but he continued saying
"And I know you like me too, I saw you looking at me in the class from last year" he looked at me again waiting for me to respond but my mouth refused to open.
"I am not gay or bi or straight, you know. I hate to label myself with things like that. You can call me by-sexual; yeah I like girls and boys who I find attractive. I like you so much and I want you now" his raspy voice was so seductive and inviting. I sat there surprised by this sudden news. So he knew all the way that I had been stalking him and he just played along with it. Varun moved little bit closer and his hand touched my shoulder. He pulled in me for a kiss. His lips were so soft. Within few minutes I could feel his tongue exploring my mouth inside. He was so aggressive and passionate. It was very much that Varun I imagined. His hand slowly moved away from my shoulder and touched my chest and nipples. I hugged him tighter trying to grasp his head. His hand moved even further towards my abs and then traveled to the navel. His other hand was caressing my thighs now. I shivered when I felt his hand grabbing my bulge in my shorts. Slowly his other hand was unzipping it and removing my shorts. I was having a huge erection. He removed my underwear and took my cock in his hands. Every single nerve in my body woke up to it. Not even in my wildest fantasies and dreams I thought of this situation. Varun was completely under control. He moved away a bit and stood from the bed. I was watching him removing his jean shorts and then slowly his boxer. What I witnessed was a magnificent cock exactly suiting to his wonderful body. Little pubic hair above the cock and balls hanging below. He was a perfect masculine boy. He came close to me and whispered
"I never thought you will have such a large cock dude, do you like mine?" I couldn’t answer to him. I felt shy suddenly but somehow I managed to nod my head.
"Do you think you are a man, No you are just a boy,
Do you think you are a boy, No you are just my toy"
A song from Queer as folks was playing in my subconscious mind.
If someone says there is no difference between sex and lovemaking, I must say they are wrong. Finally Varun came back and hugged me tight and did what I had been waiting all along, what I had been dreaming about, what my heart has been pounding ever since I saw this Golden boy Varun in the first day of my first year of College, finally it happened between me and him.
Then I realized there was world of difference between sex and lovemaking. Even your slightest fears became the most significant turn-ons. All the disappointments added more thirst and thrust for more sex with him. Our weakness became advantages. Even little bit of here and there was the glory of our memory. I could feel his heartbeat pounding on my feet, a song with no words playing all along, I could also visibly see his blood flowing in all my veins and moved along the body with a rhythm. The tender touches turned into more soft pedals, the slightest hesitation moved down below our bed, aggressiveness became our secret weapon. Passion dominated every single cell. There were no clashes of who was on top or bottom and finally they give up the acceptance to the truth. Rain poured in. His masculinity surrendered to mine and I did the same. From heaven, it poured in non-stop, we both were exotic and finally exhausted. Oh my god...it was amazing, all my dreams and jerk off sessions would not stand anywhere nearby to his lovemaking. Definitely he was the one I had been dreaming all along, fantasizing about; he was certainly the love of my life. My golden boy. I couldn’t believe I had sex with Mr. Popular; girls were dying to go to bed with him, the play boy of my college.
So to all the lovely readers, here was my confession...There is a world of difference between sex and lovemaking...So let’s put an end to our jerk off sessions, compromises, disappointments, shyness etc. Let’s fall in love with someone special and do millions of lovemaking all our life.
I didn’t know if it was Varun's first time with a boy but certainly I lost my virginity and I could remember that one night for the rest of my life.
Varun was sleeping next to me naked, he was not snoring but his breathing was heavy. His one hand was hugging me tight. But I couldn’t sleep. I still couldn’t believe what just happened between us. I pinched myself to check if I was dreaming. It was like a dream come true. I had been longing for that moment over the last 2 years and I least expected it to happen. So the straight acting dream boy of many girls of our College was not so straight after all and he said he liked and wanted me for a long time. I was exhausted because of the sex and all the thinking I had post it. Finally sleep swept me.
When I woke up in the morning, my body was covered by a blanket Varun was not in the bed. I was thinking about our last night dreamy sex. Varun came back to the room with two tea cups in his hands. He gave one to me and then came towards my pillow bent himself down towards my face and kissed me. He was smiling at me seductively. There was no regret about last night in his eyes whatsoever.
"That’s called wake up kiss, hot boy" he said to me.
I looked back at him. Suddenly I felt so shy but charming smile was so reassuring. I woke up slowly from the bed and got myself dressed. Varun was staring at my body throughout.
"You have one hell of a hot body and face" he complimented me and I took it by returning a smile at him.
We said 'bye' to the watchman and left the farmhouse. Audi was at its full sleep driving us towards Chennai. When Varun dropped me at my place it was 6 in the morning. My mom was glad to see me back. I told her a short story about Varun's family and his palace like house. My mom told me that Rishi came to look for me on Sunday evening and left silently when she informed him about my Pondicherry trip with Varun.
I had to get ready for College. I went into the rest room and returned in a hurry. My mom made Maggie noodles for me. When I was about to leave my house to catch the College bus, I received a text message from Rishi.
"So I guess you gotta new best friend, huh?"
I didn’t reply, instead i deleted his message, probably doesn't want it to remind me of my crime against a best friend.
It was cloudy, Sun was hiding behind them trying to play hide and seek. Let me tell you Chennai roads aren't the safest options on rainy seasons. It creates surprise holes everywhere. Rain water becomes Aachi brand masala magic mixed with electric and drainage leakages, cow and human shit etc. You need to be good at Ballet dancing to walk safe. It’s a real adventure.
Because of the last night storm and heavy rain, roads were completely covered by rain water. I folded my pants and started walking towards the bus stop. On the way at the corner of our street I saw the tiny playground cum park flooded by rain water. The park has no name. That was where I met Rishi for the first time riding his small cycle several years before. Rishi gave the park a funny name called idly park, since there used to be a mobile idly shop in front of the park. Idly park had become our favorite hangout spot since then. Early when we were children we used to play ball and ride our bicycles in the park. Later when we grew up Rishi used to play guitar and I would be singing to the tunes or we would be chatting and cracking jokes. It was our secret world. That reminded me of Rishi and the way I was ignoring him.
My college bus came to pick me up. Varun was back to his cocky self in College. He wasn’t the same old simple, sweet, next door boy which I witnessed in Pondicherry. He was charming everybody who appeared in front of him. His seductive look and charming smile were back. There were no hints or words from him about our last night romantic sex or Pondicherry visit. He was so busy surrounded by girls throughout the day. Except that he looked at me few times and smiled at me secretly during the class periods.
SAD lecturer Ms. Saratha was drilling our brains with her screeches. I was so fed up of her that I thought of throwing my SAD (System Analysis and Design) book on to her face. Thank god, she finally ended up her torture by announcing SAD internals on Friday. I didn’t even note down the syllabus.
Later that evening Varun appeared in my house when I decided to open SAD book for internals. Like a true Devil's advocate he closed my book and dragged me to Dublin Pub. It was crowded by the same elite crowd that I saw at Pasha. Varun gave me a beer to drink. Pretty soon I had 2 more beers and found myself dancing with Varun. He was drunk too. He was dancing so close to me shaking his hips. He was wearing a white pants and a dark grey half sleeve shirt. His bulge was clearly visible in his white pants and he was dancing behind me ensuring his bulge was touching me all the time. Later that night, he drove me in his car towards Besant Nagar beach (a beach in Chennai). It was drizzling slightly. There were nobody insight at the beach when he parked the car. He switched off the car lights, moved towards me and started kissing. His lips were like rose petals. He bit my neck and traveled towards my chest. I was horny like hell. The sex was so erotic in the car at the beach. I was overjoyed that he continued to have sex with me after the Mahabalipuram farmhouse.
On Wednesday, Mom announced me that we are having dinner at Uncle's house. I had to meet Anita again in spite of my disliking. I faked a fever and my poor mom had no choice other than canceling the plan with her brother. Later that night Uncle called me on the phone and spoke to me. He kind of convinced me for the dinner reschedule to Friday.
Varun came home that night and we ended up having hot sex. I still couldn’t believe that I was doing it with another boy regularly that too with the hottest boy in the college probably in the city. People would do anything to have sex with him at least once. He was so perfect, not only his glorious face and gorgeous body but his attitude, the way he spoke, passionate sex everything was extra ordinary. I could have him not just once, but multiple times.
He was careless about his sexuality neither he wanted to brand him with one. As he said he would be probably just by-sexual. But what surprised me was that he once told me that he would get easily bored with just one person. That’s why he never had sex with a person more than once. But with me, everything was different; he told me he wanted to do it with me almost every day. I was surprised of that; it was so unlike of him. When I questioned him on that he just shrugged his shoulders and said
"You just passionate me". Some body should give him a Nobel prize in the innovative flirting category.
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