Date: Wed, 26 Mar 2003 14:56:27 -0800 (PST)
From: KKHere <gaysguys@yahoo.com>
Subject: Growing Up in India - Part 5

DISCLAIMER:
The following contains sexually explicit material portraying minors in
sexual situations. If you find this objectionable please do not read.
The story is based on my own experiences though the names of the
people involved have been changed.

Copyright 2003 All Rights reserved.
This story may not be distributed or republished without the consent
of the author.

Growing Up in India --- Part 5

Let me begin this with a description of life in my college, for
those who are not familiar. It is very unlike most colleges. My
college is one of the biggest and most prestigious engineering
institutes in India. All the students are required to live on campus
and in hostels. The hostels are, however, very different from just
dorms. They are arranged as a frat house would be I suppose. I think
its an attempt to merge a dorm and a frat into one, and a good one
too. When one joins college he is assigned one of the hostels in which
he has to stay all through the time he is in college. The hostel has a
warden who is a member of the faculty but he is only there for
administrative and ceremonious purposes. The house is run by the
students themselves using elected representatives whose tenure is one
year each and re-election is not possible.

Apart from the usual freshman orientation at the official level there
is an official period of interaction, which is meant to make the
freshman comfortable in the hostel. This interaction period is used by
the hostels as their own version of a frat's pledging period. This is
in order to imbibe the brotherhood feeling and a feeling of
homeliness about the hostel in the freshman. Eventually this feeling
develops into intense rivalries between different hostels in various
sports and extra curricular activities.

Fo course apart from all that students take this time to make new
friendships and come closer to each other. This is not restricted
within the freshmen themselves but is true for all residents of the
hostel. The freshmen spend time with their seniors and come to know
them and vice versa. Of course there are a few competitions and
practical jokes and all that, but the whole thing is very enjoyable
for everyone.

When I entered college in the fall of 1998, I had know and expected
all this. What I had not expected was that, since India on the whole is
a very conservative society, the people extremely open about all sorts
of things. This was espacially so in the matters of sex. There were
frequent and unabashed discussions ranging from peoples private
fantasies to the dynamics of maturbation and even intecourse.

Although I knew about all these things I was a bit shy in the
begining. However in order to avoid being called a prude I did take
part in all these discussions, though I always managed to make,
whatever I said, sound very clinical.

On my fourth day in the hostel a group of my seniors took me along for
a walk around the campus. We were all talking along when somehow the
talk turned to telling me to be careful about some guys because they
were known to be bisexual and liked to seduce young gullible freshmen
into doing things that they would later regret. I fiegned disbelief
and my seniors started to tell me stories of such carnal affairs that
were supposed to be secret but they had somehow found out about
them. Of course I thought they were only trying to psych me. I had
been told about such tactics by some of my fellow freshmen who had
been told very similar stuff in the previous few days.

My seniors realised that they were not having the desired effect on me
by their stories. So they decided to change their attack slightly.

"OK, see. You obviously don't believe what we have just told you. But
its true." said one of them.

"Oh sure." I laughed.

"See that guy over there?" another pointed to a big beefy guy who was
passing by.

"Yeah, what about him?" I asked.

"I know for sure he is like that. What would you do if he just came
over and grab you and start to kiss you?" he asked.

By now I had had enough of this.

"I'd kiss him back." I said nonchalantly.

"WHAT!!!!"

Everyone was now looking at me as if I was guily of the biggest crime
in the world.

I gulped.

"Would you repeat what you just said." said one of them in a very
serious tone.

"I said, I would just kiss him back." I said meekly, hating myself and
expecting an attack.

No one said anything. They just grabbed and kept walking. We entered
the Student Sports Centre building and went to the roof. It was a
deserted place and looked over to the badminton court on one side and
the swimming pool on the other. We all sat down in a big circle and
then began the Spanish Inquisition.

It went on for about three hours. They asked me all sorts of
questions, trying to decide I was bisexual or gay or just trying to
make fools out of them. I answered honestly. I had already given
myself away and I thought it was no good trying to take it back. They
gave me hypothetical scenarios to solve and I tried to answer as well
as I could. By the end of it all we had all reached the decision that
I was gay and I admitted it verbally for the first time there.

They left me with a promise that whatever went on would stay between
me and them. So by the end of the next day the whole hostel had heard
the story.

Very surprisingly, except for the group that had quizzed me
originally, no one though anything about it. My roommate, however, did
apply for a room change, citing some lame excuse, but he never said
anything about me being gay. At times I got the feeling that people
thought it was all a big joke. When someone asked me about it, I
answered honestly, but I never made a big deal about it. Of course
there were some very attractive guys in the place, but I kept my
thoughts to my bedtime fantasies only.

During the course of the year I joined a lot of online groups for Gay
men in Delhi. In the spring of 1999 through one of these I met a
couple of guys. I hoped that perhaps I would find a likeminded
friend. I had not been able to make a very good friend in the college
yet. Though there were a number of people who were friendly with me,
including a couple of girls in my class. I started to like a guy I
chatted online with, and we started chatting very frequently. He was
an older guy. Highly placed in the civil services. We talked about a
lot of thing and we had a lot on common interests. Though I did not
think I liked him in a sexual way but I did like him a lot as a
friend.

Just before the end of that college year he invited me over to his
place. I gave some thought to it and decided to visit.

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I would like your comments on the story.