Himanshu was the most vocal. “Bhai, look at her tits… I want to fuck a woman like that. Big, heavy, older. Imagine Mrs. Kapoor from English class riding me like that.”
Ajay would grin and add his own filth. “I keep thinking about doing it with two girls at once. One sitting on my face, one on my dick. Or maybe… all three of us with one girl. Would that be weird?”
Divyansh, quieter but always honest with them, would eventually speak. “I like the ones where the guy is rough. I want to tie a girl’s hands… or be tied. And I keep thinking about someone older… like someone’s mother. I know it’s fucked up but that’s what gets me off.”
They never judged. They never called each other names. They simply listened, sometimes stroked themselves while watching, sometimes just talked about what they wanted to try one day. They knew each other’s favourite categories, favourite positions, favourite fantasies. Himanshu had a thing for older women and light domination. Ajay was obsessed with the idea of sharing a girl with his friends. Divyansh carried secret cravings for control and being controlled. These conversations were as normal to them as discussing cricket scores or board exam strategy.
That was their world until March of their 10th standard year.
The ICSE board exams were brutal. They studied together every evening, sometimes till 2 a.m., surviving on chai, Maggi, and the occasional cigarette Ajay stole from his cousin. When results were declared in May, the entire mohalla celebrated. All three had scored above 87%. Divyansh had scored 94% and stood first in the school. Phones rang non-stop. Relatives came with sweets. Prakash and Santi cried with pride. Rajeev distributed free packets of biscuits from his shop. Sailesh told everyone his son would become an engineer.
But the three boys had already made their decision in secret.
They wanted out.
Mohanpur was too small, too suffocating. They wanted proper IIT coaching, proper exposure, proper city life. After many emotional family meetings — fathers worried about money, mothers worried about their sons living alone — it was decided. All three would move to Lucknow together. They had secured admission in the most popular and prestigious place in the city: Pioneer Academy, a top school known for its rigorous 11th-12th programme and its direct tie-up with Apex IIT Academy, one of Lucknow’s highest-ranked coaching institutes for JEE Advanced.
The middle-class families tightened their belts. Some jewellery was sold, some loans were taken, relatives chipped in. But the boys were going. Together.
The last week in Mohanpur was heavy with goodbyes.
Divyansh held his sister Divya for a long time. “Study well, okay? I’ll call every Sunday. Don’t trouble Ma too much.” Divya cried and made him promise to come home for Diwali.
Himanshu’s mother Suman packed three huge boxes of homemade pickles and snacks. “Eat properly. Don’t waste money on outside food.”
Ajay’s father Sailesh gave them a long lecture about discipline and focus, then quietly slipped each boy five hundred rupees. “For emergencies. Don’t tell your mothers.”
