Story of a Gay

                                         

  

                           I am in love with him truly , madly, deeply. If you call me a gay, well I would answer you with utmost pride “hey, what’s up?”

     When I was a 14 year old boy I used to see him pass me in style. At times
he stares at me as if “Why the hell are you looking at me kiddo. May be I could not then but I promised to myself that I will make him mine and live with him till I die. For that let me become a Man.
      I remember seeing him for the first time. I was riding my dad’s Bajaj Chetak and I was so damn excited to see him passing me very slowly from the opposite direction talking to someone as he was very handsome and tempting. His sound made me pine for him. It is very mesmerizing and adorable to see him riding with someone in his back as he lean towards the earth while he take a 140 degree deviation on his way somewhere. Did his eyes catch mine for a second?

      Once I got a precious chance to touch his dark husky body. Man, it was an awesome feeling. It tempted me for something which was not legal at that point of time. It reminded me that Law of the land is against gays. But still, I just wanted to take him home and ride with him through the endless road to nowhere holding his hand. I wanted to tell him, how much I adored him, how much I learned about him .I wanted to share the plans and dreams I have after our marriage. I don’t know whether it can be called as a marriage as there should be a bride and a groom which is missing in my story.

Today I turned 23 and I was very busy for the last two weeks preparing to meet him. I always have thought about him even in this rush. Today I am on my way to finally to meet him on my 23^rd birth day. It was bliss; it reminded me “a word” or may be “a feeling” which the English used to have called “Déjà Vu”. I reached the place where we planned to meet. He was there already waiting for me. His eyes caught me with a smile on his beautiful face and it made Goosebumps all over my body. This time he did not take his eyes back from me. I thanked his parents again and again in my mind. His body was so perfect and artistic. I would say the person who made him is a real artist. I wanted to lean on his body for ever. God I am grateful to you for understanding me.

    I held his hand as I told him I wanted him to meet my friends who were waiting for us. We rode to the North holding his hand tight. They know my love towards him. It was John who screamed to us “You both look perfect.” I was gloriously proud to hear that as I adored him for more than 10 years. And see, God understood me and bestowed his kindness on me. I introduced him to them. They shook hands.

        I sat on his lap holding his right hand browsing Facebook while talking to friends. At last I found the page which I was browsing for. Long ago, I promised to myself that, I would hit “Like” on this Page only after I own him.

                        You liked “The Royal Enfield Club’s page”. It sounds really good when we read aloud. I read it a couple of times and I screamed once. If you still wish to call me a gay, go ahead, I don't give a shit because now everything is legal as I have a driving license.