Boys dont cry

Last evening i was preparing myself to take rest at home, watch some classical movies, play some music, do some cooking stuff like that. Then came a phone call like a bomb shell, one of my friend's younger brother, Mohit called me on the phone. His tone was totally blizzard and he sounds like breaking up anytime. He told me that he is on his way to my house and wanted to discuss something very seriously. Mohit is one of my old friend's younger brother from bangalore who is currently doing his engineering in chennai and staying in a rented house along with his classmates. I must admit that Mohit is a real hunk and handsome boy unlike his brother. Exactly my type of guys iam attracted to. We used to play volleyball togather back home. To be honest iam not really fond of my friend's siblings especially the cute ones. It never really worked for me. In Mohit's case i always stayed away from him knowing that he is hetrosexual (why on the earth all the good looking ones are always straight?)

Though Mohit's brother asked me several times to go and meet his younger brother, i never really did. Whenever Mohit calls me i used to avoid the calls or come up with some stupid excuses to meet him like stomach upset, bike service etc. But this time i have no choice then to meet him at my place, remember i shouldered this stupid voluteer responsibility to take care of people's lives( somebody should kick my ass oneday for that). Mohit needs my advice, i have no idea whether i qualify to give him one, but people thinks that iam an advice machine (like an instant coffee machine with no taste).

Mohit came at exactly 6.30pm when i was watching one of my all time favourite movie Notting Hill. The performance of Julie Roberts, music score of Elton John, innocent looks of Hugh Grant, touch of witty comedy and the beautiful british accent makes this movie a special one. I opened the door and let Mohit come in. He was wearing a faded blue jeans and a black shirt (god only knows when he washed it) with a weary eye and a wry smile. He looked completely beaten as if he came here all along running. I took one more pepsi from my refrigerator and gave him. He didnt even bother to open it, instead he had open his mouth and started speaking in a broken voice...his tone was so husky and he was mumbling something, i could hardly hear anything from him...i have this thinking syndrome of lost my ear-speakers at times, i wrongly thought i got it from my ancestors...i was irritated now, but tried to control my temper and encourage him once in a while to speak louder...infact i told him like "i can see that your lips are moving and mouth is open, are you saying something to me?"...then he said "Dude, my life is falling apart, i think im finished, im gone"...i was nervous now by all these hint words from Mohit, all those scary words like Cancer, AIDS, Terrorism, drugs, Murder, College debarring etc came to my mind, i started taking the popcorn from the bowl so fast now and swallowing it to control myself...i said "Mohit, stop giving me hints, you are now scaring me, tell me whats wrong?"...then he dropped the bombshell...well, ofcourse one of the ancient problem of all the young guys in India...Mohit was in love with some girl in his college and she refused his proposal...i thought "Holy god, dont these cute looking guys have anything to do other than falling in love with some stupid girl"...

Then Mohit did something unusual...he just dropped onto my shoulders, hugged me so tightly and started crying like a baby...i must say Mohit was so full of surprise today...in between his weeping he said "Vikki, What i am going to do now, i have no life"...i wanted to say something nice to calm him down, but my mouth was so full of popcorn, i could barely open my mouth then...the popcorn was so good i was afraid that it might pop out of my mouth if i say something...You know what, i felt like a crucified Jesus in the cross and wanted to jerk off my cock...And another thing happened in between...the combining thought of crucified half naked Jesus wanting to jerk off and the feeling of being tightly hugged by cute Mohit gave me a hard-on of my life time (May God forgive my sins)...

This hard-on reminds me a story happened long time back home... i was once visited Mohit's house after a long day in the play ground, Mohit took a bath and walked away from the restroom totally nude, he was well-hung and his body was like a greek god...i immediately had a hard-on, i gave my best to hide it from him, but unfortunately he noticed it. He said with a mysterious smile "Dude, your cock is peeping out"...i somehow managed it and ran back to my home and jerked off thinking about his nude body. Then i stayed away from him...end of the story

Mohit stopped crying now and bit relaxed...he sat back bit embarassed of his behaviour (thank god, he was not noticing my hard on that time)...I started looking at him now...Mohit is obviously one of the cutest guy i have ever seen...his face was exactly made up for cameras with beautiful eyes and rose-feathered lips...I started thinking what he was really missing...Arguably, he got all the looks in the world, have good academic records in his college, been loved by his friends and family for his charm and sweet character and above all, there are million girls in India will die for his looks. Mohit started noticing my hard-on now, he smiled once again "Dude, i cant believe this, im here telling you my life is falling apart and you are having a hard-on, seems like you born with a hard-on all the time"...I was embarassed now and said "Sorry Mohit, there are things that i dont have control in my life".

After few minutes i took him to Besant nagar beach. I parked my bike and started walking in the foot path. It was really crowded...There were plenty of beautiful girls sitting and chatting or whatever trying to do something there...Breeze was blowing towards our face...There was this one cute girl was staring at Mohit, i guess she liked him...I pointed to Mohit about it...Mohit said "Oh yeah, she is cute"...I asked him " i think she likes you"...Mohit said "Yep"...I asked him again "Do you think if you meet her again somewhere alone you can approach her"...he said "Why not dude, after all im a guy"...I felt silent and moved on...After few passes there was another cute guy who was looking at me...I asked Mohit "Dude, do you think that guy likes me?"...Mohit couldnt say anything, he almost went silent, he didnt know that im gay...Mohit was confused now and asked me "May be, but why do you wanna know?"...I said "Dude, im gay, do you think i can approach him next time when i see him"... At first, Mohit couldnt believe it, he looked at my face again for assurance, then realised that im talking serious...He said with a big sigh "Dude, i didnt know that you are gay, i guess you have got more problems than me, im sorry, but you look so cool, how you are taking it so lightly?"...I smiled at him now..."Dude, thats life for you, your problem is curable, you will find a beautiful girl in the future, there are problems in the world, which you cant get off, there are problems in the world that you didnt create, like mine, so stop crying like a baby"...We walked back to our bike silently and went back home...

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