Date: Tue, 25 Jan 2005 07:40:19 -0800 (PST)
From: deepak salwan <bubbles150285@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Dear Friends' Memory

The following short story is entirely a work of
fiction. Wish I had friend like that, (who didn't
die)! Thank You for choosing to read my story and
please reply how did you like or not like my story at
bubbles150285@yahoo.com . Thanks.

  I was in the hostel for the entire school life, in
India, being just about 12 years, as my parents were
settled in Dubai, but wanted me to receive education
in India only, at least till my high school level. So,
for that purpose, I was admitted in one of the best
boarding schools (residential schools) from the very
beginning.
  This story relates to my school life, though not
fully, because it takes place during my last year of
secondary school, in India, being the twelfth
standard/grade.
  In my school, which was an only boys school, the
senior students had a choice to choose their
roommates, though ragging or bullying of any sort was
banned. The final year of my school life began and I
got as my room mate, a new student who had joined my
prestigious school in eleventh standard, just after
high school (In India).
   Fortunately, the day he was paying his fees at the
counter, I happened to be there, and somehow we got
acquainted. I looked like a senior, and he could make
out, as, in our school, the uniform showed the class
as well due to the badge. Being in a hill station, our
uniform was the same year round, and in winters, we
got our annual break. The uniform was very hot and
handsome, (many of the girls said so, the ones in the
surrounding areas.) It was simple, for us guys though
(not all actually!); as it consisted of black
trousers, white shirt, red and black striped tie, a
black blazer, and a black pullover (if someone felt
really cold!).
   All the guys, looked hot and sensational. Being an
all-boys school, there was a lot of liberty as even
the teachers were all guys between ages 25 and 45, the
oldest being the principal, a retired army colonel,
who was from the education dept, being 62. It was
real fun.
  Coming back to the actual story, I got a junior as
my room mate whose name was Rajeshwar Singhania, a
very rich boy, very hot to look at, stood tall at 6
ft., the same as me, very fair, brown hair and had a
stubble, he liked keeping it, that's what he told me.
At first, he was really subdued, being a junior, but
we hit off really well and became the best of friends.
He was so loving, that everyone in my group treated
him as a "buddy" and not as a junior.
   I was really attracted to him, but didn't have the
guts to even make a pass at him. He, being straight as
he was, would be in the room wrapped in a towel before
the shower and also come out in his cute undies, not
realizing at all what would be on in his room mates'
mind. We were great friends and I did a lot to help
him academically. He had been a bit late in joining,
so I got him the notes from my junior friends, and
also gave him the old question papers and my previous
years' notes. He was very thankful to me and always
respected and loved me.
   That year went by, the examinations were over, both
of us, surprisingly stood first, in each of our
classes, and the time came for me to leave.
   We both were very informal, as we used to jack off
in the room, without making a big hue and cry about
it, mostly all guys would, when you didn't get girls
easily. But, we never crossed the limits into a gay
relation, barring a hug or maximum a kiss, that too
when things were out of control. We both loved it and
loved our relationship.
   The term got over, and he had to leave, as our
school did not have a degree college affiliation. The
day he was to leave, I went to the bathroom, before he
was packing up, and picked up his cum-stained frenchie
brief, as a memoir, and wrapped it up in paper and
packed it with my stuff. And to avoid suspicion, kept
mine of the same color, and cum stained as well. I
took a whiff and it smelt of my dear buddy, which made
me hot and hard. I got back to my bed, locked the room
door, and had an awesome cum shot into my new brief.
It filled me with immense pleasure, but I had to hurry
up and make things look as normal, before Rajeshwar
came back in.
   All my stuff was packed, barring my new suit, which
I had bought for the farewell party that night. Both
of us got ready, as he was a year junior than me, in
India, the junior class gives a farewell party to the
senior class, generally after the exam and the result.
He looked awesome in his navy-blue suit, and I wore a
black suit. Before we left for the party, he
complemented me that I looked very hot!! And so did I,
he blushed on my saying so.
   The party was great. We had lots of fun. All the
friends were parting the next day, so we had a big
session of photographs and autographs later that night
and ended the party with lots of dance and fun.
  That night, Rajeshwar thanked me a lot, for which I
felt so touched and then, he hugged me and promised to
be my best friend, always. We remained in contact for
the next three years, but then unfortunately, he was
killed in an air-crash of an Air India plane later
when he was flying form Zurich to Bombay, (He was in
Switzerland, because he had got admission in one of
the Hotel Management Schools and was pursuing a five
year specialization course)
  I was deeply hurt at his death, but luckily, had a
few memoirs of his, because of which he would always
remain with me & in my heart. ( My autograph diary and
his awesome underwear)