A very desi (Indian) gay man living in-between New Delhi and New York.
Well the blog isn't really a secret one, but the reason I chose 'underground' in the title? - So that I can live in the illusion that I try to be a little discreet about my perpetually high libido
A tale of a Cut Dick and a Tight Hole
Why is Anal sex so fucking hard?
Dear readers, I have tried to do it with my boyfriend at least 20 times and as
much as I would like to post this on a proctologist’s website, I shall refrain
myself from doing so. Everytime
we try to do it, FUCKING LORD, it pains so much that I just can NOT fucking do
it. I did take the head inside once, and I swear on Gaga’s name, I thought
I was gonna shit on my boyfriend’s dick!
One day, I set up the whole room,
took a bath, cleaned every fucking hole in my body (inside AND out) and I got a
scented candle for god’s sake! Put on a sexy playlist, a drink and you know
blah blah. That night I was ready to lose my virginity for good. And guess
what? By the end of it I found it so hard to take it in that I started crying
“I am going to die a virgin and never have sex in my entire life.”
Yeah…..that’s not something what you say when a guy is trying to put his cock
inside you. It’s not like I am not attracted to him. I do love him. And once
when his face wasn’t enough, I did imagine Justin Timberlake and Chace Crawford
and Jimmy Coxxx and Brent Everett and that Teenwolf guy and that Vampire
Diairies guy and, well you get it. And this cute junior I have a crush on.
Worked to some extent but damn it! I can’t seem to take it in.
Sorry, this post is shit. I just
feel like ranting right now. His dick is cut by the way. It’s not that long but
it's fine. Its thickness is good though. And I can do magic with my tongue so
not everything on the bed goes to waste. Oh whatever, I am gonna go to
sleep now and pretend that nothing is wrong with my sex life
FUCK MY LIFE!!!
P.S. In case you care, the relationship is going good.
I was traveling in the metro the other day. Taking the violet line, in between Mandi House and Nehru Place. Traveling along the route that I have taken many times when I lived around that area few years ago. I would never take a seat to sit because I loved standing next to the door and looking outside of it. When the metro shifted its route above ground after Jangpura and towards Lajpat Nagar metro station, I would feel like I was emerging out into the crowded world from dark lonely caves. The moment metro compartment I would be standing in would see the light, I would imagine my skin beginning to glow. I would imagine that light running all around, dancing across strange faces and loud phones. The way the world passed below me, after the Greater Kailash metro station, made me feel like I was part of something big. Something much bigger than me or anyone. Recently while I was taking the same route, standing the way I always used to, I hated that it had become about you and not about …
Everyone keeps talking about how great open relationship really is. Yes it is.
In case you were wondering that this post was going to be me bitching about open relationships, it isn't.
However, I do want to talk about what the most difficult part for me has been...being in an open relationship. It's been my tussle with figuring out intimacies. One thing that I have always been very clear in my head about before going into bed with anyone is that I can NOT get it up without being intimate with the other person. By intimacy I don't mean showering 'I love you's' or 'I want to spend the rest of my life with you' (thinking of which I have said 'I love you' to barely 5 people in my life) but requiring a minimum level of attachment with the other person. It could perhaps be me being attracted to the way he smells, or how intelligent he is, or good to talk to. I can not do anything without talking to the other person for some good time (which may str…
I think it started when I would start setting aside a bit of my monthly salary for a gay spa visit regularly. I wanted to shift from shared rooms, hurried blowjobs and bathing rituals under watchful eyes to familiarity of my own bed (or the convenience of not carrying lube). I met you on one of my spa visits. You could have been any other - I would have been one of many. For the first time, I had actually chosen the guy on phone and asked specifically for him. I didn't plan on having penetrative sex with you. We met, we talked, we liked each other?
I have bottomed for very few. Impulsively, I decided to do it for with you. I think in your life you come across some dicks, which not only fit just perfectly inside you, but make you feel like you could worship them. Suck them till your jaw starts hurting. Make them rest on your face while you gently caress them. Compare notes with them. Have picnics with them. Miss them when they are not around. Make you feel like that there is stil…