Young Bisexual Medical Students Sizzling College Life Begins

“Look to your extreme right all the newbies have gathered there” said the receptionist who set me back in reality. I had walked into what my life was to be for the next 6 years and yeah I didn’t like it. I am Farhan Quraish , well soon to be Dr. Farhan Quraish, I had just completed schooling and was now at the PSG medical college, a medical school that had been producing a hand full of doctors every year and this set up was basically a medium sized campus in a prime location of Coimbatore.

I was new here at the time of this story, a fresher not so bad in looks and well had a heavy body, I had black eyes that would go well with my dark hair and a fair face with a fine shape.
I had discovered bisexuality in me a few years ago and had not had much of a break through with a sexually active life and was mostly just fucked in my ass and chocked with the dick of my cousin with whom I had discovered bisexuality. I liked what he did to me the idea of surrendering myself to him and watching him as he would hurt me, Bearing with the pain for someone else’s pleasure, this was the regular routine of my sexual life.
I left Chennai my home town towards Coimbatore which was not so bad a city itself. I arrived here on a Saturday to directly enter a room filled with fresher’s who were being given a warm welcome, well at least that’s what they called it.
I looked around the room to find a large number of people containing mostly fresh admissions like me and their parents, I was one of the few people of whom their parents were not an attached hash tag. Standing in front were a few staff of whom the senior most looking one was addressing the group and the others just looked like they were side shows posing to be senior lecturers and professors of some sort. The white lab coat they wore and the stethoscope around their necks, in their hands and on the tables were the only thing that shut the huge mob up in respect to the noble profession they held.

After a long time of listening to how lucky I am to have gotten in to that college and how bright my future could be if I did good in academics we were finally let off, everybody scattering around campus and around the city in search of living spaces and other major shopping for the next six years of life as a medical student.

I had some mild shopping for myself and I had not found a place to stay so I was on the lookout and was out on a full scale search, I found a good taxi driver that gave me fair fares and would also agree to show me a number of places that students loved to stay in.
A days search after I was done with my shopping and was now had finalised a deal to stay in an apartment, a 2 bedroom apartment well in the city.
I settled into my room which had two beds in it, one for myself and one for the other roomie that will show up in a week, he had kept all his things in the room and left with most of his things here, the inner detective in me was instigated to snoop around for what I could find out about my roommate. All his clothes seemed to suggest he was from a place as rural as it can get, he would basically be new to this thing called fashion and trends. He had nothing that was branded but then I chanced upon a copy of his certificates and other papers, his name was Swaroop, man this guy was a nerd, he had a score of 97.75% in his higher secondary schooling certificates, he had earned his place in a four year mechatronic engineering programme at Anna University campus here in Coimbatore, his certificates were from Kerala and he also had a Tamil Nadu state domicile certificate unlike me as I was enjoying the fruits of my father’s labour.
School began and I was doing pretty good , I was not bad but in a class comprising equal share of rich people and an equal share of the state’s greatest nerds. The collection of weirdoes was horrible every nerd I saw looked very ugly their pimple filled face and braced teeth, the other half was either good looking or ok looking and the only way I could explain this was to point at their money.
The days passed and I was in my room wacking off to porn, I had the best videos from smooth Latinos on screen. The boys in the video were too good looking, them and their tanned Middle Eastern twinky young look and best of all their always delicious looking mid-sized cock. I would reach the climax slowly shaking my cut cock, but would not let my load blow I would stop midway and let my orgasm stop midway, I would feel blood rushing through all my veins and would arch my back on the bed out of sheer pleasure, the orgasm would stop half way with a drop of cum glistening on the tip at the highest. I would lie down dead tired for a few minutes and would continue doing what I was doing, I would raise the level of what I am doing in kinkiness, I would at the next level open my window and look outside to see good looking guys and girls do their morning jog, the city had some of the best looking athletes ,I would shake my dick to the rhythm of the shaking boobs of the average jogger, I then would keep my door open and shake off to spurt all my cum out into the lobby, the neighbours Pomeranian always found what I left delicious and would be sharp to lick clean the mess I leave in the lobby. I would always be able to do this without getting caught as everybody was sharp and exact with their schedule. On this particular day I was doing the usual window show and moved on towards the door to leave my usual doggy treat, I was going to go do the usual technique of maturation near the door but was interrupted by the days latest smooth Latinos video as it caught my eye, it had this really good looking caramel skinned guy starring in it. I started shaking in front of the laptop, within minutes I was about to cum so I run to the door looked out the peep hole on the door the coast seemed clear so I open the door in a hurry at the final second to count down and spray my cum un controllably all over my newly arrived roommate. QUITE A WELCOME I GAVE HIM. He screamed “THAAYOLI” (mother fucker).




I apologised for over an hour and took quite some time to cool him down and convince the country nerd to stay with me as I had to do it or I would have to pay twice the rent that month. He finally calmed down and agreed to stay. A few hours and he was done unpacking for his life there. The guy was country enough to not know the difference between apple and Samsung. He asked me why I did that and I gave him the kink aspect of it and hid the gay part of it. He told me in a weird note that I had a clean and decent dick. Not knowing how to react to that my mind and mouth said thanks in words while my dick responded with an erection, this happened before breakfast then I took him out to show him around and to grab breakfast.
He was not so bad looking as I had expected and I could tolerate him, he had brown eyes that always shown in the sun, he was as tall as I am but definitely did not have a heavy body, his only problem was the horrible sense of dressing. He had fairer than caramel skin. We walked back home and he said he wanted to bath and I explained all the bathroom stuff he got to know in advance. I pop my head phones on and I go lay down on the couch listening to tunes from my computer, five songs passed and I was looking for some new songs to play when suddenly from by back somebody pulled my headphones I thought it must be Swaroop as he was the only other guy in the apartment then. I did not even bother to turn and I asked “What now?” he told me the water was not warm and something was wrong with the heater. I get up carefully replacing my laptop on the nearest table, I turn around to find Swaroop standing with a simple cotton cloth around his waist that he called a towel.

My god he had a huge cock at least 6”when flaccid, I had an instant boner. It was simply magnificent with a fair level of fore skin covering it, his outline said it all. He asked me to come take a look at what was wrong and boy I loved to go now, his nice face, well-built washboard abs body and magnificent cock had me drooling, I go see that the water was not warm because the valve in the heater was turned. I told him how to manage valves standing in his bath room and he listened carefully from outside. With

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