A Friday Night to Remember –
After part 1
That first
week was a blur of excitement. Prasad
came around on the Saturday night before my folks went out. Dad did a double
take went I brought him in the lounge and I wondered if he was going to be
funny about it. Mom was taking her time
to get ready and I had the TV on Match of the Day. Turns out it was
“Seems like
a nice boy. Very polite, much nicer than some of your other friends you hang
around with. Where did you meet him?”
I told her
he was on the football team with me.
“Well I
wish all your friends were as nice as he seems to be” she summed up.
I don’t
know how she did it, but after just a few words she had him all sorted. Lucky
for me!
After they
had gone out, I went back into the lounge and threw a cushion at him for being
so jammy. We wrestled a while till he began kissing me. I told him what my Mom
had said and that meant that it would be alright him staying over whenever he
could manage.
“I brought
you a gift” he announced and threw me a little plastic bag.
It had
“Boots” printed on the outside. Wondering what the hell it could be, I peered
inside to see a toothpaste like box.
“What’s
this?” I said pulling it out. I hadn’t a clue what it was.
“KY, that’s
what they use” he replied.
“What who
use?” I asked.
“You know,
for suppositories, for when doctors examine you, for when you have a big cock
and your girlfriend is as tight as a Gnats cunt”
He paused
for a moment.
“For when
you get horny and I don’t want killing” He looked me straight in the eyes till
I got the picture and we howled.
“When can
we try?” I asked hopefully.
He replied
by slinging the cushion back with some curses about being a sex maniac.
For the
rest of the evening we watched TV and talked. Talked so much in fact that the
time flew by and we didn’t even think about having any sex. Maybe that was better, because I really
enjoyed and I knew my own cock had had enough exercise lately. He asked me to
keep the KY, it being safer with me than left at his place.
In the
coming weeks we really got to know a lot about each other. The boyfriend thing
kind of went into the background; instead Prasad became the best mate I had
ever had. Maybe that is what it was all about.
However we were not able to have another night like Friday for quite a
while. He worked alternate Saturdays so
getting together proved difficult. Plus when we did, there was no dropping down
the “Shepherd’s” either. What we could
do was go to as many so called football practice nights as possible. We put our
face in at the club, even did some of the practice sessions, but afterwards we
were off. If any of our friends happened to be around, well that kind of
cramped our style a bit, but we got rid of them by any excuse we could find so
that we had some time together.
Trying to
re-create our close encounters became fraught with frustration. The way home from the club was near by our
old high school. Making a detour we
would climb through the fence to the playing field and go far enough towards
the middle as not be seen. There we
kissed and got our hands inside each other’s shirt and pants. I usually went first down on my knees to
suck his delectable cock and then he would do the same back. One time we wanted more. I ended up on my hands and knees to start
with, then on my back, pants down to my ankles while Prasad fucked me into the
middle of next week. I obliged doing
the same for him. Only later when I
walked in home did the grass stains on my clothes tell of what we had done. We didn’t try that again! If you add together the few times we were
able to meet, then subtract the windy nights, the rainy nights and the full
moons making the playing fields out of bounds, then we weren’t get much
excitement.
What made
it worse was just about every time I clapped eyes on Prasad all my minds eye
saw, was him naked. His clothes just disappeared from sight. When that occurred
at inappropriate times, I was sporting a hard on in my jeans. To get around any
embarrassment at the club, we agreed to use different aisles of the changing
room and not go to shower at the same time.
It worked, but was a real mental torture for us.
For
Prasad’s home situation, he thought his father might relax over him going out
if he met me. Show him I was not some
kind of skin head junky paid up National Front member. He explained that one
thing his father would appreciate would be for his son having a “nice” friend,
like me. That was a blatant lie of course; his father would kill a friend like
me if he only knew! But I got dressed
up smart and went around for tea one Sunday.
His mother sat in one chair and his father another with Prasad and me on
the sofa. One of his sisters acted as waitress. She looked at me and smiled
when she was out of line sight of both parents. It was almost an interview, and I was asked about my family and
what I did for a job. Letting him know
I was an engineering draughtsman with one of the local machine tool companies
appeared to get a lot of approval. I
left after half an hour that by my reckoning lasted at least two. As I took my leave there was an intense
exchange of Urdu between them all, then Prasad came out and we went back to my
place so I could dump the shirt and tie for something more normal. From what he said, I had impressed them as
much as he had my parents. We looked
forward hopefully for a little more freedom in the evenings and weekends.
Things
began to look up with the coming Bank Holiday.
This was a long weekend for both of us and we were determined to get
together again on all fronts, come what may.
Close by
our town is a small area of National Trust. It’s nothing much, just a steeply
wooded valley with a river running down off the high farmland and moors. But
it’s a nice place and one I always enjoyed going to. Unless it poured, we arranged to go on the first day of the holiday,
Saturday, and spend some time there.
Friday
night I jacked off twice thinking of Prasad and being with him the whole day,
and maybe the night too. I was going to eat him!
Saturday
morning before I was out of the shower, my Mom called up the stairs,
“Your nice
friend Prasad is here to see you dear.
Are you coming down?”
“Yeah Mom,
I’m in the shower.” I gave a quick
think. “If he wants to come up to my room and wait, it’s okay.”
But he
didn’t, shit!
Getting my
gear together and ran down the stairs to be greeted by a shock like a kick in
the balls.
There was
Prasad, sitting on the sofa, and also his brother Suresh. I said Hi! to them and busied myself with
stuff I wanted to take. All the time
wondering why his brother was there.
Once outside and waiting for the bus, I remarked about Suresh being with
us. He told me he “had” to take him, but it was no big deal really and it was
good to be able to get him out of the house for once.
I could see
our together time going down the drain fast. Really, I was so looking forward
to this day and having some one on one with Prasad and now we had his kid
brother to baby-sit. I felt a bit hurt
and the outward sign was that I didn’t talk.
“Jowler
Craggs” were two bus rides away. With
Prasad sat by me, and me in a no talking mode, he quickly sussed out the
problem.
“Cool it”
he said. “Suresh is an okay guy. We are
really close, so I know he is not going to spoil our day. If you try talking with him, you might even
find out he’s not a moron.”
“Yeah,
okay. Sorry for being a bit down. Just
I was so looking forward to being the two of us.”
“No
problem” he said and grabbed my hand and squeezed.
I quickly
looked around but of course there was no one on the isle opposite and Suresh
was in the seat in front. He was
listening to his MP3, I could make out the music from where we sat so he
couldn’t hear us. I began to feel a bit
better.
From the
village outside the park, we bought a load of water and coke, chocolate, crisps
and the rest of the junk. It all went
into Suresh’s back pack he had volunteered to carry.
By 11 it
was hotting up. For once it was a Bank
Holiday that had good weather and lots of people had the same idea in coming to
this place.
On entering
the woods it was a steady climbing gradient taking the path next to the river.
Suresh walked with us but a distance apart. He seemed to be interested in
everything around him while we talked and larked about. Stopping by a calm area of water, we spent
some time skimming stones. Suresh
joined in for a while then his interest was caught collecting pinecones.
That bit of
exercise had us taking off our T-shirts. It was hot. Thankfully I now had a
half naked Prasad to feast my eyes on and my mood improved no end.
Suresh came
back showing what he had found so we loaded his bag with our T-shirts. I took
the time to study him, he had the look of Prasad but was not yet developed.
About the same height, he was very slim and had perhaps just a shade darker
skin. He had dressed in shorts while we
had jeans. Without his T-shirt and just the shorts, it made him look quite
tall. I looked to see if he had the
trail of hair on his chest like his brother, but he was still completely
smooth.
Prasad
didn’t have a belt with his jeans.
While they snugly fit his thighs and bum, the waist hung away from his
body some way. I found myself constantly looking to see how far down I could
make out. God, he turned me on so much!
As we made
our way slowly up the valley, every opportunity was taken to touch each other,
brush our arms and hands as we walked side by side, or an arm across a shoulder
if not. I didn’t do it on purpose; it
seemed the most natural thing to do.
Moreover the act of touching was one of the most comforting discoveries
I had made since meeting Prasad.
At the head
of the valley was an old water mill, a locally famous early textile
factory. We had a look around the
buildings and the dam behind for a while.
Suresh was interested, musing what it would have been like to work here
all that time ago. Even getting to and
from must have put a couple of hours on the day if nothing else.
From here
we could continue up the valley to the road high up on the edge of the moors,
or we could cross the river on the old pack horse bridge and work our way back
to the village we had started from. We
chose the latter.
Prasad
crossed by some stepping stones, giving us the opportunity to throw some rocks
in the water close by and splash him.
Once across, he came after me and I ran like a chicken, much to the
amusement of his younger brother. When he caught me, he tackled and I went down
into the grass at the path side. He
twisted my arm, threatening to break it, while all the time we laughed. His punishment was a quick kiss to my lips.
Anytime!
There were
so many paths, it didn’t matter which one we took as they all went in the same
general direction at different levels along the ravine side. Before long, we were climbing steadily
giving us a wonderful view of the woods and river meandering through them. Then we came to a signpost indicating that
to continue would take us on to another village in the next valley along. We were almost out of the park and to take
this path would have us walking over normal farm fields. Instead we took a small path that looked
like it would keep us within the park and guessed it would eventually drop back
to the river. As we strolled along, the
crags which gave the place its name, rose to one side. These were large rocks
which formed a line between the open higher farmland and the wooded ravine of
the park.
The path we
took was more like an animal track than one of the proper trails. We had gone perhaps a couple of hundred
metres when Prasad suggested we rest and have a drink.
Working
closer towards the rocks, we found a natural cove which was reasonably level
and the grass was short. We collapsed
with much noise about how hard the walk had been and how much our legs
ached.
Suresh
emptied the bag out and we grabbed the snack we fancied, swigging them down
with coke.
“This is
the life” mused Prasad. “Looking down on the world below, a beautiful day and a
good crowd”
I looked at
him, thinking how handsome he was. He caught my gaze and gave a wink.
“Lets take
a rest here for a while, no point in rushing off, besides it’s too hot.” He
continued.
Here in the
rocks, the heat was reflected back so that there was almost an oven glow about
the day.
“I know”
chirped in Prasad, “Throw over my T-shirt”
He undid he
jeans and pulled them down. Laying his clothes out neatly on the grass, he laid
down on them and gestured towards the sun.
“Come on,
don’t be a wet fart, nobody is going to find this spot in a month of Sundays”
he waved for us both to follow.
I was all
for it as I could do with some sun on my body, these two made me feel anaemic
with their natural tans. I dropped my
jeans and laid them out next to Prasad.
Suresh used his bag to make up for only having shorts, but we all had a
reasonable cover to the ground.
We went
quite for a while. I had to keep
turning around so as not to get sunburn. One time I faced Prasad who lay on his
back, eyes closed. My eyes went to his
crotch and the white briefs that were hardly able to contain my favourite food.
I got a prickly feeling starting in the pit of my stomach followed by a rapidly
filling out dick. To take my mind off
him, I turned to face Suresh. In a
repeat, my eyes noted his package wasn’t stretching the fabric like his
brother. Now I gazed at him, as always
listening to music and noted he was not so bad looking. My indifference at
first had been due to him coming between us, as I thought. He would probably fill out to be a stunner
in the next few years.
Since
starting this thing with Prasad, I began to take note of a lot of guys, wondering
how they would look undressed. I wasn’t turned on by anyone, only having this
revelation with Prasad ignited my curiosity about other guys a bit.
A tickle
went down my back. Jumping thinking of
an insect, I turned over to find Prasad looking, a wild flower in his hand
which he traced over my skin.
“Thought
you had gone to sleep” he said quietly.
“You know, this is really wonderful, being out here together away from
the town. I wish we could do it more often.”
That was
music to my ears if ever there was.
“I feel
totally free here” he continued.
He sat up
and took a good look around.
“You know
what?
I shook my
head not having any idea what he was thinking.
Laying back
down, he pulled off his briefs. I think
I coughed. He could always surprise me.
“Now you!”
“I’m not
doing that, outside.” I nodded towards his brother.
“Look
around; there is no one within a mile of us.
Besides there are more people in the club changing room and that doesn’t
bother you, so why should it in private here? “Come on you chicken shit” he
prodded.
Embarrassed
as hell I took them off. But the sun
getting to those hidden parts felt really good, in moments I was enjoying the
freedom.
Prasad
picked up his briefs and threw them at Suresh who as yet didn’t know what we
had done. They hit him on the face. The
look when he opened his eyes and picked up what had hit him, then saw where
they had come from was classic.
“Hey
Suresh, get your trollies off and have a bit of nude sunbathing. Might be the
only chance you get in your whole life.”
Obediently
he followed his brother and slid them off. I couldn’t help but check out what
he had. I suddenly remembered Prasad
had said he was just as big, but there was no promise of that beneath his
briefs and none now he was nude. He was about the same size as me. Disappointed
for some reason I turned back to sun bathing.
That little
excitement soon died away and being naked was quickly no big deal.
Still doing
the turning on the spit routine, I had faced towards Suresh. I felt Prasad roll against me and playfully
hump his hips into my bum. I
froze. He was up on one elbow, stroking
my face with some grass while pushing his groin into me every so often. Actually I was enjoying it very much, but
then was worried if Suresh suddenly decided to pay us any attention.
His cock
hardened and worked it’s way into my crack.
It felt so good, not just what he was doing, but doing it outside in the
open. My legs eased apart so that he
could touch the magic button. He stayed
there making me feel good with the feel on his dick at one end and playing with
my face at the other. As always, I felt
totally relaxed being with him.
“You know
what I fancy” he asked.
“Let me
guess, some overtime at the office?
Black Pudding and mushy peas?” I joked.
“You” he
answered, digging his cock hard to let me know exactly what he meant, as if I
didn’t know.
“But a
drink would go down fine instead. Hey
Suresh, pass over the Coke will you.”
He backed off me a little and sat back on his haunches.
Part 2
Suresh
moved slowly getting his wits back after dozing. Grabbing the bottle he crossed
the gap between us on his knees to hand it over me to Prasad. Being so close I checked him out real good
now. I glanced at his face to see him
looking at Prasad’s groin. My eyes
followed his, knowing what he had been doing a moment or so ago. There it was across his leg half hard. After taking a swig he saw we were both
looking at him, Suresh with interest, me embarrassed at being responsible in
some way. He looked at himself and laughed.
“And so?
Can’t a guy have a hard on now? He
pulled it up and let it slap down on his leg laughing.
“Anyway,
never mind me, you should see Suresh when he’s hard” he said trying to throw
the attention away from himself.
Suresh
laughed out loud, the first time I’d heard him.
“He’s a
horny fuck, always in the bathroom at home. You go in there and you’d think
he’d been cleaning with bleach morning
Suresh
guffawed again.
“Suresh,
get it up hard, show how big you are” said Prasad.
He looked a
little sheepish but squeezed and gave it a few pulls. Slowly it began to fill
out.
“You a bit
nervous? Asked his brother.
He nodded
his head.
Prasad dug
me in the ribs, “You play with his balls, that’s guaranteed to make anyone get
a hard on.”
I thought
Suresh would object, but he looked as if he was waiting for me to follow his
brother’s suggestion, so I reached up and ran the loose skin of his sack
between my fingers. He shuffled closer
to make it easier and I saw he dick begin to grow.
Prasad came
next to me toying with his own.
Suresh’s balls began to tighten and soon there was no skin to play with
so I rubbed gently behind his balls.
Moments later he was had a hard dick sticking straight out.
“Now it’s
me who is having trouble” cursed Prasad as he played his own,
“How about
blowing air on it like before, that makes me feel good” he asked.
Shit I
thought, now Suresh will know we messed around, he more or less just told him.
I lent up
on my elbow as both brothers got opposite each other on each side. I blew a stream of breath up and down
Prasad’s dick. He murmured approval.
“You up
full our kid?”
Suresh
nodded.
They leaned
into each others shoulders over me and Prasad held their dicks side by side.
True, Suresh was equally as big as his elder brother in length, but Prasad must
have double the diameter.
“Shit, you
are both massive” I agreed with honest conviction.
Suresh had
a grin like a Cheshire Cat, he was so proud.
“Blow on
our kid’s dick like you do mine, let him feel how good that is”
Seeing
these two hard dicks had given me that strange feeling, just as though a
different person had jumped in my mind’s driving seat.
I blew on
both their dicks, backwards and forwards.
They grunted appreciation.
Suresh’s
face looked like he was in pain the way he had screwed it up. I could feel him throbbing just stroking his
scrotum. As I blew air back and forth his
stomach started heaving and he bucked as I passed over the end of his
cock. He gasped loudly and cum started
blowing out of his dick. Prasad pushed it down like he didn’t want it all over
his stomach. A load went on my chest.
His eye caught mine and in an instant he pushed over Suresh’s dick to my
face and lips. Suresh had his eyes
tight shut in orgasm, his cum spewing out first across my face then into my
mouth as I found myself opening to accept the end of his dick. I closed my eyes and sucked out the
remaining juice.
When I
opened them again, they were both watching me.
Suddenly my “right” self came back again and I immediately felt awful.
“Wow, that
was really cool” said Prasad appreciatively, taking the edge off my self-consciousness.
“You ever
felt anything that good?” he asked his brother.
“That was
way too cool, awesome” assured Suresh.
“We just
enjoyed ourselves and this guy hasn’t got off yet. How about playing with his
balls like he did with you?”
Suresh
looked at me. “Sure”
He reached
down and began fondling them. Prasad
took hold of my dick, which had quickly deflated after finishing sucking.
Prasad
continued to his brother. “You want to be sucked again?”
“Yeah, that
was great, man I’ love to have it done some more”.
“Well you
shouldn’t expect what you are not prepared to give. I know you will get your dick sucked, but you have to do the
same. Fairs fair and all that. Not to
mention it seals your silence.”
He stared
first at Prasad and then to me. I could see the wheels turning in his head.
He gave a
shrug, “Sure” he said simply, and leaned on my stomach. I could only see the top of his head, but I
felt him play with my dick a few moments, then felt the warm wetness of his
mouth.
I looked at
Prasad who had been watching his brother. He looked back at me.
“The only
good way out of the situation” he shrugged.
“Now, you
got something else to take care off”
He sat on
my chest and pushed his dick into my mouth.
At long last! I took in as much as possible and sucked and licked to my
hearts content.
Suresh was
not so good, his teeth at first constantly grazed the end of my cock which had
the effect of momentarily deflating it.
But as the minutes passed he got the hang of it and soon I had some
really great feelings welling up from my groin.
Prasad took
charge and worked his dick in and out of my mouth in a gentle fuck. I was in heaven looking up at his body leant
over mine. As he came, he mouthed “I
love you” before filling my mouth with his nectar.
In the
build up to his coming, I had forgotten what Suresh was doing, but on the first
shot of juice into my mouth, a wave of please swept over me and I started
shooting into Suresh. I felt him pause
as he must have got his first taste, then he went sucking me like a mad man as
my balls emptied.
Prasad dropped
on the ground next to us, Suresh was still on my dick even though it had
softened completely. I reached down and tapped him on the head.
“You are
going to give the skin wrinkles if you keep it in there too long! And that was terrific by the way. I hope I felt as good to you.”
He sat up
again, looking sheepish. His dick was
hard sticking straight out.
As he
licked the last of my juice around his mouth, he asked “Can I have one now”
like a little boy asking for an ice cream.
But he
didn’t wait for my answer; he just pounced on my chest and stuck his cock in my
mouth.
I heard
Prasad laugh over to my right.
He was
really horny and out of control. His
face contorted in ecstasy, his hips humping and spasming without rhythm as he
fucked my mouth. Having a thinner dick,
there was no trouble taking a lot in, specially as he put his weight behind
it. Soon I had it down my throat as he
thrashed and writhed. My mouth hurt as
he stabbed and fucked hard. To be fair,
I guess this was his first time and he couldn’t control himself. As if to prove the point, he filled my mouth
with a second helping within a minute of climbing on my chest.
Once
finished, he rolled off to side panting heavily. I didn’t exactly like what had just happened, but on the other
hand I got a big kick out of giving someone so much pleasure that they were out
of control. I put that to the back of my mind to work out later.
Taking a
swig of Coke to remove the taste I laid back thinking. Prasad nuzzled up close no longer caring
what his brother saw.
“I’ve never
seen anything so sexy. That was a real
turn on to see someone apart from myself having sex in front of my eyes.”
“I’m not so
sure” I replied.
“Yes, I
know what you are thinking. But it’s
not like you and me, I can tell the difference. We need Suresh actually.
My dad doesn’t mind us going out together; it’s when I go out by myself
that he plays up. I’ve been thinking,
we can’t have Suresh along and not have him know what we are doing. That would
be impossible. At least this way he is
part of it, so he has an interest in helping it all work out. We need all the help we can get if we are
going to stay together and at least I know with my brother, he trusts me and I
can trust him, we always have.”
“Whatever”
I replied, it sounding far too complicated to think straight.
He pressed
closer and gently bit my ear.
“You are so
fucking sexy, you know that?”
I pushed
him off. He rolled on his back, then came again pushing me on my side. I felt
his dick press into the crack of my arse.
I liked it and let him stay.
“I don’t
know about you, but I always have this feeling that I want to be part of your
body someway” he whispered. “I never
feel so good as when we are touching or connected in some way.”
“Like you
dick up my arse you mean” I shot back, half joking.
“Well yes,
that too. But don’t give me any crap, I’m dead serious. I love being with you.
Shit, I fucking love you. You know I do.”
“Yes I
know, just yanking your chain there. I
love you as well and think just the same way.”
No sooner
than those words were out of my mouth, I distinctly felt his dick throb. He
squeezed me tight for a moment and pressed himself hard. His dick travelled to tickle that special
place, still all wet around that area from the sucking of his brother.
I looked at
Suresh, seemingly dead lying on his back. I closed my eyes and pushed back into
Prasad. He nibbled my ear and pressed
ever nearer. Absent-mindedly I moved my
leg so that he could get to the target.
He squeezed me closer and the end of his cock popped into my hole. I bit into my lip and pushed back.
I was
constantly amazed at how easy his cock went into my body. I had checked myself
out thoroughly after our first time together, and I could hardly get my finger
end in there. Yet again and again, he
slid up me without much hassle at all. His dick made a lot of juice which
helped and maybe when I was in the mood I wet myself like a girl does, I don’t
know. But each time he did it, I couldn’t believe that big cock could actually
go inside.
Slowly it
pushed up. He didn’t rush at all, just happy at first to park it in my garage.
It felt so good it was me who wanted some movement. I rocked my hips to and fro
just for the pleasure of feeling it move inside.
“Oh, that’s
so good” he whispered.
I squeezed
my arse a few times. He groaned quietly
in my ear, and bit on my shoulders.
He pushed a
knee between my legs lifting one back over his, and pressed our bodies tightly
together. His dick slipped what felt
like another couple of inches inside.
Automatically I pushed back in response, my consciousness of the
surroundings slipping away in a mist.
Without
being aware, we were soon rutting like animals. One time I opened my eyes to see Suresh, his jaw hanging open in
shock, eyes riveted. I couldn’t care at
that moment if I was on the changing room floor and the whole football team was
watching. I really needed this.
Prasad too
became passionate, oblivious to being outside or his brother feet away. A minute later and he was fucking hard and I
couldn’t get enough. Lifting my leg he
twisted between and had both on his shoulders.
It was extreme! He went wild and
I went wild. It was like a door opening
in our journey and we passed through to another magic place. When I looked into his face, his eyes were
fixed to mine. I glanced to my left and Suresh was there at the side on his
knees playing with his cock watching intently.
I didn’t give a damn. I wanted
Prasad and I wanted fucking and he was doing that with a vengeance.
Before he
reached climax, he pushed my knees back to my chest and straightened himself up
for the final strokes. I looked down to
watch his dick going in and out of my body as if it was someone else. Only the
furnace in my guts told it was me. He
screamed out loud as he filled my up.
The whole thing was so overwhelming I shot off so far I hit my own face.
He leant
forward to give me a deep kiss which said all we needed. Then he rolled off to
the side. I was stuck there, my body
still floating on a cloud and my minds eye seeing a constant stream of
fireworks.
Prasad’s
cock rammed home knocking the wind out of me, bringing me back to the here and
now. Only it wasn’t Prasad but Suresh
who was between my legs and pushing himself inside. I winced at his roughness.
Prasad heard and looked at what was happening.
“Suresh,
remember only do what you can accept yourself”
The advice
seemed moot at this moment.
“I know” he
said matter of fact, “You told me that before”
He
continued copying his brother in fucking my arse. I wasn’t so relaxed now and it hurt. I knew he was only half the
thickness but in fact it felt twice as big for some reason. Just as he fucked my face, he fucked my arse
with extreme urgency. His body was possessed and so out of rhythm it just lunged
and thrashed. The only nice thing was
when he came and I felt the hot surge of his juice sooth my insides and knew it
was over.
Prasad
watched and knew I was not comfortable with it.
“It’s his
first time, we are all out of our depth the first time, so give him a break” he
said to console me.
Suresh of
course heard him and I could see the hurt look on his face thinking he had done
something really wrong or overstepped the mark.
“Don’t
worry bro,” assured Prasad, “We are all like this in the beginning. The only
thing you got to remember is practise makes perfect”
He gave me
a dig in the ribs. “Right?” he asked.
“Seeing as
how you bit the bullet, you will get a good lesson next on how to do it right,
just take heed.”
Shit, I’d
never thought of screwing Suresh. But
he did say he understood when he got into me. Maybe he expected to get screwed
afterwards. It hadn’t occurred to me till Prasad said it just now.
All my lust
had only been for Prasad. In my mind I still actually thought and talked of
fucking girls like all my mates, only with Prasad did something else go on. Now
I had the prospect of trying another male.
At first I didn’t want to, but then I thought why not? He must be
expecting it and Prasad was expecting it.
As I played around with the idea it became more appealing, until I
actually wanted to see what it would be like to screw someone other than
Prasad.
“You got
that cream?” Prasad whispered in my ear.
Of course I
had brought it today, hoping I might get the chance with him.
I pushed
Suresh onto his side and pressed up against his back. The cream was cold and made him jump as my fingers massaged his
hole. He was completely smooth and I enjoyed the sensation. Gradually I worked
a finger right inside without him flinching.
Prasad wanted to make sure I was fully coated and took care of gunking
up my dick.
I pressed
the end to his hole and he tensed.
Holding it to the mark, I reached around and took hold of his dick, now
all soft and small. As I fondled it, he
relaxed and got hard once more. In time
with this, I pressed harder until my dick squeezed through the door and entered
his hot arse.
I held it
there as he stiffened until he became accustomed. Aware that it was his first
time and how much discomfort Prasad had suffered when I did him the first time,
I took it nice and slow. I didn’t have the urgency to fuck with Suresh as I did
his brother, my idol.
As he
relaxed my dick slipped further and further inside. I must have finally touched that magic spot for he let slip a
sensuous groan if ever there was one. I
pushed fully home to get myself seated and he responded by parrying the
pressure. Very slowly I began moving in
and out. Taking it so slow with him paid off because he was the one who
increased the pace. Soon he was pushing back hard till I discarded any softness
and let rip to enjoy myself.
Suresh was
quite noisy and vocal and not at all embarrassed with his brother present. He moaned and grunted, pushed back hard,
held me tight with his hands clasping behind him. Amazing that he was so into it.
To finish off, I swung him around and got between his legs, just as
Prasad had done with me. Bending his
legs back I could watch myself sliding in and out. Like a red rag to a bull, it
made me pound his ass as fast as I could.
Suresh reached up to try and pull me closer still. Finally, I let go a good helping of my juice
up him. At that moment he reached down for his own dick, gave a couple of pulls
and erupted over his stomach.
“Looks like
you enjoyed that” said Prasad to both of us.
“Pretty
good” I joked, “You got some competition now”.
He nipped
my arse.
“Oh man!”
sighed Suresh. “Cosmic, whatever,
totally out of this world”
He laid
there not moving at all for a long time.
The cum on his stomach had completely dried before he stirred again.
When he
did, Prasad suggested we pack up and start off back as the afternoon was all
but over. The walk back was even harder
even though it was all down hill. We were totally exhausted.
Back in
town, we finished off with a meal at an Indian restaurant. When I picked up the menu, Prasad took it
off me.
“Anything
you don’t like? Beef, Chicken, sea
food?” he asked.
“No
everything is fine by me.”
“Okay
forget the shit on the menu, leave it to me.”
When the
waiter arrived for the order, there was a long conversation between him and the
brothers. What arrived were a dozen
small dishes of amazing food. I thought I knew the usual Indian food but this
was completely different.
“This stuff
is not on the menu, that’s for the foreigners I’m afraid. This is more like we
eat at home. Not as good, but it’ll do” he laughed.
So a
banquet to end an incredible day, one that started out so badly for me, but ended
with everything I could have wished for.
Part 3
As an
aside, the following week on Friday afternoon, I was at home by myself. We only
do the half day on Friday. A knock at
the door brought Suresh.
“Hi man” he
said.
“Hey
Suresh, what brings you here?”
I could
tell he was on his way home from school.
“I wondered
if I could download some MP3 files from your computer. Would you mind?”
Prasad must
have told him I had one.
“No
problem, but I don’t know where to find them. If you do, you’re welcome.”
“Yeah, I
know all the sites,” he assured me.
I showed
him up to my room and switched on the comp.
Quickly he set it all up to download what he wanted. After that, he took a quick look around my
bedroom.
“Prasad
told me you have a nice place, really cool having your own room”
“Yes,
Prasad did tell me that.”
“Sorry” he
said, nervous with not knowing how to make conversation.
It was the
first time I had seen him since the holiday, so I was surprised he had come
around. I had it in my mind that once he had reflected on everything; he
wouldn’t come within a barge pole of me.
“Look”, he
said “I’m sorry I was no good last weekend doing everything, you know. I wished
I had been good, for you. Sorry”
“No
problem” was all I could think to say.
“Like, I
know about you and Prasad, he didn’t have to tell me. He has never had an English friend before and never stops on
about you either. And he is always
talking on the phone, so I kind of guessed it all before last weekend. You know, everything is okay with me”
Now he had
shocked me. Astute kid.
“And like I
said, I’m sorry I wasn’t so good. But I
really enjoyed it, honest.”
My mind was
turning very slowly. When I saw the
tent in his pants I knew something was up.
“You mean,
you are needing more practise or what?”
He smiled
at last.
“Yeah,
something like that, I would love more practise. But you don’t have to if you
don’t want, it’s me that wants it, if you don’t like then it’s still alright.”
I was not
sure exactly what he was meaning there.
“Okay” I
said, “Whatever, feel free”
His eyes
lit up for a moment before he dropped to his knees. He tore at my flies to undo
them and pulled down my jeans and briefs.
Before I knew it, he had my dick in his mouth and was sucking me for all
he was worth.
I got hard
nonetheless.
“Would you
like to get more comfortable, like on the bed?” I suggested.
He only
nodded and walked across before me. I
followed, shaking off my constraints from my ankles and laid down. He jumped into my crotch again liked he was
crazed. It was too much, he was too
much! I had to stop him, there was not
going to be much fun like this.
“You have
to slow down” I said. “Take it easy and
enjoy playing”
“I know I’m
going fast” he admitted, “But I might not get another chance”
“You’re
right, you might not, unless you slow down and make it a good experience. If
you do that, you will get as many chances as you want there to be.”
“Cool” was
all he said and went back to sucking, this time with less gusto and more
exploration.
I got hard
as it became more pleasurable.
“You want
me to help you out?” I asked
“No you
don’t have to, I like doing this” he said pulling off then quickly diving back.
“How about
licking my balls” I suggested.
He followed
straight away.
“Behind my
balls, up to my hole”
I lifted
off the bed so he could get in there.
“Now mix it
up, do something of everything. If you just suck on my dick I will come quick and
it will all be over in a few minutes. Do a bit of everything and make it last a
lot longer” I instructed.
“Cool” he
murmured and followed exactly
He began to
wind me up, so much so that I offered to do him.
“Naw, its
okay if you don’t really want, I like this” he replied.
But after a
few more minutes, I did want to suck him, I wanted to feel another cock. I
pulled him around and undid his pants. He was rock hard. Pushing them down his legs, we came together
for mutual sucking.
I thought
he was about to blow when he abruptly pulled off.
“You want
to fuck” he asked.
I thought
he wanted to fuck me and shook my head no.
“You can
fuck me if you want, I liked before you know.”
Shit, this
kid knew what he wanted.
“Okay if
you are sure” I crosschecked.
“Yeah, I’d
like you up me again. I like you a lot you.
But don’t worry, I know you are special for Prasad, but I think you’re
great too. Now will you fuck me?
I got him
on his knees and rubbed some KY on his ass. I only just kissed his ass with my
cock and he was pushing back. I slid
in, thinking it was a bit quick.
“Oh yes,
that’s good, do it to me will you” he kind of begged.
I fucked
him good and he liked it a lot.
When I finished
and pulled out, he pounced on my still hard cock and gave it a good
examination.
“Incredible
that such a small part of the human body can create such intense pleasure” he
said to himself.
“You like
it don’t you?”
“Yes, I
like it from you, a lot. A small difference” he laughed.
“How about you,
need me to help you out?” I offered. I could see he was still hard.
“Not if you
don’t want, it’s okay with me.”
But I
wanted, I wanted to suck him dry. And I
did.
Now he
comes around every Friday afternoon on his way home, to download music you
understand. Prasad knows and thinks it’s
great. It’s all part of his freedom as
far as he is concerned.
I love
Prasad and he loves me.
Only his
love comes with his brother too.
The End
Any
feedback is most welcome.
John –
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