And he felt mihir's hand crawling up on his crouch and he knew that now it was the moment... The moment he has awaited and feared all his life... His breath fastened and he feels mihir's other hand unbuttoning his shirt...
It all happened one lonely evening in U4 (well doesn't everything happen over here?). It was 13th test at bansal and most of the 12th guys from U4 had gone for a movie. There were thus only three people in the lonely hall of U4 Mihir, Kala (abhinav shubham) and me... I was the unfortunate one who had to view the love making of Mihir and Kala coz Mihir asked me put this story online... I am scared for my life... Anyone would be if had to go through what I did... Kala of course was the victim but I am sure he enjoyed every bit of it even if doesn’t say so...So as we were alone playing Counter-strike Mihir feels that he has to be satisfied... The ever innocent chubby face of Kala meets Mihir's eyes and he knows that he has found the victim...
While Kala smiles watching friends on my DVD Mihir gets up and stands next to Kala while his hands rest on Kala's shoulders... Kala smiles to Mihir, had he known what lay ahead...Mihir Kisses Kala on his cheeks and Kala tries to rebel but Kala was never a man enough to throw somebody off him...He still has a smile on his face, he probably thinks Mihir is just "acting" gay, well he was in for a very big surprise... Mihir hands slips under kala's shirt... Kala then realizes something is wrong and try to avoid getting into an "uncomfortable" situation by trying to change the topic... but Mihir was determined today... he knew what he wanted and today he would get it any how.... Mihir's hands slips further down... Kala now feels uneasy and stops watching friends and turn and face Mihir... all the colors are drained from his face... Just looking at mihir's face Kala knew what lay ahead... he could see the untold horrors that he was about to face, in the ever smiling face and twinkling eyes of Mihir...
He tries to get out but Mihir's reflexes are way too much faster than kala's (one of the gifts of being a sportsman)... Mihir grabs kala's shirt and I hear an almost inaudible sound of rip... kala's chest is now clearly visible for all to see which would sadly be me... Mihir's smile broadens... his hands reaches out of his pants and he asks me to shut the door for him... I hear pleading cries of Kala... I am but stunned by what exactly is talking place and thus continue standing there listening to neither being... then suddenly I come in my senses... I hear a divine and always awaited line... A treat and free dinner!!! FOOD!!! The thing I live for... Feeling sorry for Kala and feeling kind of guilty I close the door to exit... What happens next I can’t type... Not only coz the censor board might not appreciate it but I just can’t bring myself to think and write about the unearthly events that had taken place.... but let just say by the end of it Mihir was utterly satisfied, Kala nearly dead and i scared for my whole life...
P.S. It's just a work of fiction written to irritate Kala a good friend of mine... but the basic thought is true... Mihir hit on Kala on every possible moment...and this blog id dedicated to them...May their love live forever....
