Chatting It Up...

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I think popular culture has slammed chatting to be a girl-thing. Not the online chatting you know, Yahoo!, AIM, G-Talk and all... but the actual chatting. Friends sitting together, discussing things, bitching and all... I don't know what girls talk about when they sit together, but the whole wide world knows that when guys sit together, the most likely issue to come up is sex and usually guys go in great graphic details.

I have been very busy this past one-and-a-half month or so, thanks to Infotsav. But when I saw guys settling in, I thought what the hell, let's join in. And the topic was rather interesting. The guys were discussing threesomes, foursomes & orgies. OK.. that's run-of-the-mill. That night the prime point was who is comfortable about doing it along with one of us. As in a girl and two of us guys.

Everyone agreed, not surprisingly, that doing a threesome with two chicks is the best option. But what if there's one chick and two cocks (I mean roosters!!..)?? Some said no, they won't lose their clothes in front of any of us, no matter what the 'incentives' were.. Others who agreed, went into graphic details of the 'conditions' that should be met if they were to do it. And a few claimed they are comfortable with their bodies. So everything is fine until their a**holes are not jeopardized..

I never knew such seemingly endless sweeping senseless sessions could be so much fun. Then, the next night I was sitting at the best diner around, the roadside dhaba... (oh yeah!!) when two of my favourite juniors came along. We were there ordering our meals at around 9:30 PM and then started the 'bakar' soon afterwards. Recounting stories from our respective first years, second years and so on, we had so much fun, just chatting.

We got up at around 1:30 AM and found the main gates of the campus locked shut at our arrival. It was getting cold and my sweatshirt was just not doing enough. The weather these days is playing weird. The days are warm & gentle. A T-shirt is more than enough. And the nights don't give a rat's a** about it. Its the midnight wanderers like us who are caught on the tightrope. But then, who else gives a rat's a** about it??

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