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Disclaimer:
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This story is entirely FICTION. It depicts explicitly  consensual homosexual 
activity . 
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Please tell me if you find  " desi "  * ethnic *  stories like these. 
The words in asterisks denote literal translations *Like this *




Arun  was walking out of class towards the gate. Classes were over for the 
day. 
" Arre, your name is Kiran? " It was a familiar voice. Arun turned around. 
It 
was Professor Shastri,  who taught them Economics.
" No,actually it is Arun" he said. He had no reason to know his name. Arun 
would have been surprised if he did.
"Ok, will you do a favour for me? You know Deepak from your class? He has 
taken one textbook  of mine. Can you get it back for me?"
" Yes, I'll tell him to return it."
"No, but it is rather urgent. Can you bring it now?"
"Sure" he said. "Ill go right now. I'll keep it in your office."
Now getting the book would mean walking all the way to the second block of 
college hostels, almost half a kilometer away across the hockey grounds. The 
hostel where he was was on the other side of the college, and he would have 
to 
walk more than a kilometer back. But second year Economics was tough, and he 
didn't want to rub Shastri the wrong way. Arun wondered whether it would be 
worth it. Even after the long walk, it was  unlikely that he would find 
Deepak 
in his room. Deepak was an outgoing person, with lots of interests, and 
would 
probably be out, he thought as he trudged past the large hockey ground. The 
ground was deserted. It was the rainy season ,and nobody could play hockey 
in 
all the water. Arun walked into the lawns in front of the large dilapidated 
hostel building. It had not been painted in ages. 
"Hi Arun! Idhar kaise ?" * How are you here*  Deepak's cheerful voice rang 
out. He was dressed in the college teams football jersey and shorts with a 
tennis racquet in his hands and was walking out of the building. Arun was in 
luck.
"Oh, Hi Deep. Kaisa hai?  Shastri ko uska textbook vapis chahiye"  *How re 
you? Shastri wants his textbook back*
"Arre, yaar. I forgot to return it. But I'm in a hurry now. Ranjeet se le 
le. 
Usko bol maine kaha hai." * Take it from Ranjeet. * 
"Ranjeet kaun?"  *Ranjeet who?*
"Mera room partner. Yaad hai maine usse milaya tha. Manipurwaala. Room 
number 
twenty two"  * My room partner. Remember I introduced you to him. The guy 
from 
Manipur. *
"Theek hai. Best of luck for your match" *OK*
"Thanks ! See you" . Deepak rushed off for his match.
Arun  remembered the guy. He'd met him at last years  party. He was a first 
year student and was seventeen. The cute slender guy from the north east. 
And 
a year younger than the others in the first year batch. All these guys from 
the northeast were all smooth,  fair and cute. With almost Chinese features, 
but much more beautiful. And all of them turned him on.
Arun climbed up the stairs. Deepak's room was all the way up on the fourth 
floor. Room number 22.
The door of the room was shut but not locked. He pushed it   open.  The room 
was sparsely furnished as were all other rooms in the hostel. Ranjeet was 
sitting at what looked like a brand new computer. He had on a pair of shorts 
and a  T-shirt.
"Arre, naya computer? Kab liya?" * New computer? When did you get it? *Arun 
asked.
 Computers were the new fad and students use to pool money together to get 
one 
in their rooms.
Ranjeet quickly clicked away and closed the program he was using.
"Parson hi aaya" Ranjeet said. *It came just the day before*
His fair face was flushed. 
Arun walked to him. "Mujhe Deepak ne bola tha uska book lene ko" *Deepak 
told 
me to get his book * 
He looked at Ranjeet closely. There was definitely  a lump in his shorts. 
And 
a damp patch too. "Kya kya install kiya hai" * what all have you installed *

Arun took control of the mouse from him. A few clicks established what he 
was 
doing. A directory of pictures on a floppy. 
"Please.. khol mat" Ranjeet said * Don't open them* 
"Kyon, kya hoga" * why what will happen?* 
He opened them anyway . The guys from the north east were very gentle. Not 
much resistance. To Arun's astonishment they were pictures of nude young men 
in action. He looked at Ranjeet.
"Please.. Batana mat kisi ko. Agar Deepak ko pata chala ki main ye sab karta 
hoon to maar dalegaa"
There were tears in his eyes. * Don't tell any one. Deepak will kill me if 
he 
finds out *
"Are you homo or something?" Ranjeet nodded. It was a strupid question, but 
he 
was busy wondering where he got those pictures. They were really pretty 
good.
"That's okay. Shaayad main bhi hoon, bhai"     * Maybe I'm homosexual too *
"Sach?" Arun shrugged. They looked at each other wordlessly for a few 
moments, 
digesting what they had just  told each other. Ranjeet  relaxed visibly.  
*Really ? *
"To kuch karneka hai ya nahi iske bare me?" he asked. *Do we do something or 
not  about it?*
"Deepak panch baje lautega" Ranjeet said. * Deepak returns at five *
Arun looked at his  watch. They had just over an hour. He went to the door 
and 
locked it. He walked up to Ranjeet. Ranjeet got up too. He was a couple of 
inches shorter than  Arun. He kissed Arun on his lips. Arun returned the 
kiss.
 Both the boys were hard. The damp patch in Ranjeet's shorts was growing in 
size.
"Gaand marega meri ? Please ?"  * Fuck my ass ? *
 Ranjeet pleaded. His face had a pitiful look. 
Arun took off his shirt without answering. Ranjeet followed suit and soon 
was 
naked. Arun looked in wonder at the fair smooth body, and the bursting 
phallus. Not large, but very cute, with the swollen red head pushing its way 
through the foreskin. His balls were tight and hanging close to his body.  
Arun was most amazed at the sparse nature of the hair that covered his body. 
Arun's hands automatically reached out for Ranjeet's body, rubbing his chest 
and pink nipples , and moved down to his pubes. Ranjeet was very sexy for a 
relatively small fellow. He gently freed the knob of Ranjeets penis from the 
envelope of his foreskin and began jacking it. His other hand went behind 
Ranjeet feeling the tight buttocks, and moving under him , cupping his balls 
in the palm. He looked up at Ranjeet. He was really sexy for a small guy. He 
could fall in love with him.
"Tere paas koi cream hai kya?" he asked *Do you have any cream ? *
"Cream kyon chahiye? " Ranjeet replied. * Why do you need a cream? * He 
pulled 
Arun to the bed, seating himself at the edge. He undid Aruns zipper and 
pulled 
down his pants. He chuckled appreciatively seeing the large organ trapped in 
the underwear. There was a growing circle of wetness at the tip. Ranjeet 
hooked a finger under the elastic and pulled it down. The engorged brown 
organ 
was throbbing against Ranjeet's face. It was at least seven inches long. 
Ranjeet gripped it with both hands and took its tip in his mouth. Gradually 
he 
took more and more of it inside his mouth till it was buried  deep in his 
throat. He began sucking at it, drooling saliva and mucus all over it. After
 
a few strokes  of  the erect organ going in and out of his mouth, it was 
slick 
and dripping with his saliva and mucus. Arun was surprised that he did not 
choke.
"Itna cream  chalega?" He asked, pulling Arun's penis out of his mouth, 
admiring his work. He was smiling.
"Pehle bhi kiya hai kya?" he  asked *have you done stuff before *
"han ,bhai ke saath manipur mein" * yes with my brother in Manipur *
"Kabhi pakda hai kisine"  *have you been caught *
"Nahi. Udhar ghar bada hai. Idhar chance hai." * No we've a big house there. 
It is dangerous here *
He stood and pushed Arun on the bed. He pulled off Aruns pants and underwear 
and tossed them aside. Ranjeet then  got on top of him, and started kissing 
his chest, licking at the dark nipples. His deft tongue moved swiftly across 
his chest , to his washboard stomach. He push Arun's erect organ  against  
his 
stomach and took his balls, which were covered with a sparse pattern of dark 
hairs, in his mouth. Arun closed his eyes in pleasure.
After a few moments, Ranjeet was  ready for some action. He gripped Arun's 
dick by it's knob, and getting on top of Arun, slowly lowered himself  onto 
it, moaning as it penetrated his anus. He lay seated on Aruns hips once it 
was 
fully inside him. His own penis was hard against his stomach. Arun grunted 
in 
pleasure as the tight ass gripped his hard dick. The boy was very tight.
"Ab gaand maar. Jor se" he said, panting. *Now fuck me. Hard *
Arun complied pushing the other boy onto his hands and knees on the bed. His 
hard penis still impaled the fair boy. On his knees, he then fucked the 
younger boy , with thrusting strokes of his hips that grew increasingly 
rapid. 
The  erect brown penis was pistoning in and out of  Ranjeet's fair buttocks. 
Arun was holding  Ranjeet steady with his arms around his chest fucking him 
hard as he grew  close to release.   He climaxed deep inside Ranjeet with 
what 
was easily the most intense orgasm of his life.
Arun withdrew, and flopped exhausted by Ranjeet's side. His stamina wasn't 
too 
good. He looked at his watch. Four thirty. There was no time for afterplay. 
Ranjeet was still  lying on the bed, panting. He was stoned. Arun prodded 
him 
and asked him to get up. If they were caught now it would be disastrous. He 
tried to clean himself  using tissue paper before quickly putting on his 
clothes.  He would have to live in soiled underwear that day. 
Ranjeet was lying on his stomach watching him dress. He had a real cute ass, 
thought Arun.
"Deepak ka book liya" Ranjeet asked. Arun had forgotten the book.
"Agle hafte Deepak tournament ke liye jaa raha hai . Tab aana. Raat ko. " * 
Deepak is going for a tournament next week.  Come then*
"Theek hai" * OK *
On his return to the college, Arun found that Prof Shastri had just left for 
home. He left the book on his table. Arun sighed. Running errands for 
professors wasn't so bad after all.

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