costoricko
Virgin
If only they knew how we gays feel, when they make fun us. If only they knew how we feel when they call us faggots, or criticize us. I guess I was so sick of it, that I needed someone to hold on to. This was why I did what I did, and this is why I guess I didn't care about his personality, just someone to hold on to.
It all began on August 18th, the day that college commenced. I was an 18 year old, who had just started college, and my college 'friends' were daring. They made me more daring and crazy. They made me not think about the consequences of my actions. One of the guys was 'attached' to me, but he was a real jerk toward everyone other than me. He would be my first boyfriend, and probably the only one that cared about me. However, let’s start at the beginning of college, when I first met my roommate, Abhi. He was an Indian guy, and was hot. I was Indian too, and all the guys who I had crush on, were straight. Abhi was the first guy that I was friends with at college. He walked in on me watching Paris Hilton's My New BFF on TV, and he chuckled.
“Hey there," Abhi said.
“Hi," I replied.
“What’s your name?" Abhi asked.
“Sean. What’s yours?"
"Abhimanyu... Call me Abhi. I'm from Yonkers, NY, but as you can probably tell I’m Indian.." He held out his hand.
"You can call me Sean. I'm from Chelsea, New York City. I'm also Indian," I shook his hand.
"Where are your parents?" I asked.
"Let’s just say that they don't accept the type of people I like," Abhi said as he looked down at his feet.
"Are you.... You Know?" I asked, hoping to meet another gay Indian guy.
"Yo, can you help me move in?" He said, trying to change the subject.
"Sure."
I watched as Abhi, who wore a tight shirt, skinny jeans and was muscular, walk into the hallway. He took his sunglasses from his light blue jeans and put them on, and he started carrying boxes. His shirt outlined his biceps and triceps, and he had a six pack.
"Are you helping me or not?" He asked and laughed.
"Coming."
Abhi started setting up stuff inside the dorm and I had some time to look at what he packed.
That’s when I came across a box marked "PRIVATE." I decided to open it up. There were two small size Abercrombie shirts, and then I saw a dildo Then, I dug deeper to find gay porn videos. I smiled. My roommate was gay. I stood there in a trance, and then Abhi walked out from the room. I quickly put back the dildo and walked back into the room with another box. As I opened the box up, I saw his boxers, which must have been really tight on his body. If he was gay, I wanted him.
I decided to confront Abhi about his orientation once I had help him move in.
"So. Are you gay?" I asked, hoping for him to admit it. He cracked a large smile and came closer to me.
"It depends... Are you?"
"Yeah. I am. I love guys and everything about them. The sex, the love, the feeling of holding hands with another guy." I couldn't help but smile at Abhi. He came right into my face, and stared into my eyes. I couldn't help staring into his beautiful brown eyes. Abhi moved closer, and his hands were on my shoulders.
“Yes. You're the first I've ever met." Abhi said, moving even closer as every second passed by. I could feel my heart beating faster and faster, and then, there was a knock on the door.
"It’s the D.A.!"
I couldn't move because I was in a trance, and the D.A. walked in on whatever was happening between Abhi and I. The D.A.'s facial expression changed as soon as he saw Abhi so close to me.
"I'll come back later." The D.A. said.
Abhi stopped moving closer, but didn't move any further.
"I cannot love a guy without getting to know him. Before I can do anything, let’s get to meet the real one another."
It all began on August 18th, the day that college commenced. I was an 18 year old, who had just started college, and my college 'friends' were daring. They made me more daring and crazy. They made me not think about the consequences of my actions. One of the guys was 'attached' to me, but he was a real jerk toward everyone other than me. He would be my first boyfriend, and probably the only one that cared about me. However, let’s start at the beginning of college, when I first met my roommate, Abhi. He was an Indian guy, and was hot. I was Indian too, and all the guys who I had crush on, were straight. Abhi was the first guy that I was friends with at college. He walked in on me watching Paris Hilton's My New BFF on TV, and he chuckled.
“Hey there," Abhi said.
“Hi," I replied.
“What’s your name?" Abhi asked.
“Sean. What’s yours?"
"Abhimanyu... Call me Abhi. I'm from Yonkers, NY, but as you can probably tell I’m Indian.." He held out his hand.
"You can call me Sean. I'm from Chelsea, New York City. I'm also Indian," I shook his hand.
"Where are your parents?" I asked.
"Let’s just say that they don't accept the type of people I like," Abhi said as he looked down at his feet.
"Are you.... You Know?" I asked, hoping to meet another gay Indian guy.
"Yo, can you help me move in?" He said, trying to change the subject.
"Sure."
I watched as Abhi, who wore a tight shirt, skinny jeans and was muscular, walk into the hallway. He took his sunglasses from his light blue jeans and put them on, and he started carrying boxes. His shirt outlined his biceps and triceps, and he had a six pack.
"Are you helping me or not?" He asked and laughed.
"Coming."
Abhi started setting up stuff inside the dorm and I had some time to look at what he packed.
That’s when I came across a box marked "PRIVATE." I decided to open it up. There were two small size Abercrombie shirts, and then I saw a dildo Then, I dug deeper to find gay porn videos. I smiled. My roommate was gay. I stood there in a trance, and then Abhi walked out from the room. I quickly put back the dildo and walked back into the room with another box. As I opened the box up, I saw his boxers, which must have been really tight on his body. If he was gay, I wanted him.
I decided to confront Abhi about his orientation once I had help him move in.
"So. Are you gay?" I asked, hoping for him to admit it. He cracked a large smile and came closer to me.
"It depends... Are you?"
"Yeah. I am. I love guys and everything about them. The sex, the love, the feeling of holding hands with another guy." I couldn't help but smile at Abhi. He came right into my face, and stared into my eyes. I couldn't help staring into his beautiful brown eyes. Abhi moved closer, and his hands were on my shoulders.
“Yes. You're the first I've ever met." Abhi said, moving even closer as every second passed by. I could feel my heart beating faster and faster, and then, there was a knock on the door.
"It’s the D.A.!"
I couldn't move because I was in a trance, and the D.A. walked in on whatever was happening between Abhi and I. The D.A.'s facial expression changed as soon as he saw Abhi so close to me.
"I'll come back later." The D.A. said.
Abhi stopped moving closer, but didn't move any further.
"I cannot love a guy without getting to know him. Before I can do anything, let’s get to meet the real one another."
James
we better keep on talking in english 
another good chapter btw 
