Hi beautiful people out there. This is my first story out here and if it's appreciated, I might write more on this site. I'd use anonymous names here, Mine is Parth and his be Nakul. So, here we go.
I am a pretty simple guy. I look just about normal, brown skinned and normal height. There was nothing special about my life, same as everyone. Until one day I met this guy through one of the online dating sites. I was going through various profiles, and I found this one. A perfect profile with his pictures. A tall, fair guy with a gym built body, or in a nutshell, with looks that could kill. After seeing his profile, I left him a msg with my pics, without any expectations of a reply, considering the difference between him and me!!
And I did get a reply from him. He seemed perfectly okey with my looks and so we chatted. We chatted for weeks and weeks. And then, there was love in the air. We would talk via cam and he would tell me how much he loved the colour of my skin. Then one day, while our chatting, he told me that he loves me. I said yes. Things were beautiful, we talked all day.
One fine day, we met each other and began the dating period. We would sit for hours in coffee cafés for hours and do all the talking. We would hold hands and a walk late at night, go movies. He used to drop me home on his bike, and I would hold him tight. Hold my man! Can never forget how it feels. Holding on to someone feels top of the world, as if you've got everything you ever wanted or dreamed in life and all the romantic movies come true.
It was finally time to take the relationship to next level. We went to his place one night after a late night movie. My parents knew I was out for a night at friend's place. And I knew it was finally the night. We changed, got into his bed. I was having my coffee and he took a soft drink. Nakul played a DVD in his player and we started watching this movie, "Just a Question of love" on his LCD. He started holding my hand and I was getting goose – bumps all over my body.
We put the empty coffee mugs on the side table and started getting into the quilt. Now his hand was moving upwards. From my palm towards my chest. He was caressing my smooth chest and I was enjoying, though nervous. Since, it was my first time and aren't we all when it's out first time?!