We were back from the Engineering seat selection counselling. I was accompanied by my uncle, and we were, kind of, contented with my choice. After all it was tough to grab a Computer Science seat in an REC! I was upset that I’d have to leave my home state and head to an unknown destination, which would obviously mean freedom to me, at the same time, staying away from parents wouldn’t be that easy.
At the guest house lounge I found one of my acquaintances, Rohit. He was digging at a newspaper.
I had seen him quite often at tuition classes. His timings coincided with us sometimes. I had a faint crush on him, as he had the license to kill by his looks; but more than that he had those traits which would turn me on. I considered myself lucky to have joined the gym, after class XII board exams, with him, though it happened by chance. At that point of time I’d not think of emotions and friendship at all, the only concern being looks, and possible ways of getting cosy with the person who met my expectations! And Rohit was one of them. After a work-out at the gym we’d settle for a chit chat, and he’d normally sit on a chair and I’d squat at his feet pulling and placing them on my lap. He wouldn’t mind that as far as I’d massage his legs and toe fingers to some extent. That meant comfort for him. He’d look very steamy with drops of sweat trickling down his temple and chest. I’d keep staring at his body, painfully burying within me a deep carnal desire of physical intimacy with him. We’d usually talk about studies and girls, the later being the topic of interest. I never actually managed anything of subtle interest, probably because I was sceptical about a favourable response from him. Sometimes I’d help him with his shirt, and while doing so I’d try to get a sniff of his body smell. While inside the bathroom, I’d fantasize about him being completely unclad, the possible configuration of his manhood and how it’d promulgate itself while at its optimum length.
I had weird thoughts of handling a fully grown penis like the gear of a four wheeler; I just wondered how it’d feel to enact the gear operations, 1st- 4th and then the back gear.
Another thing I liked more often was exhibitionism. Couple of times I just wore a translucent towel and stood in front of my window sill, while the little kids played comfortably in the playground beside my room. They smirked at me and I enjoyed that and masturbated until I shot loads and then felt really ashamed of it. It happened once that I invited a hawker, who was selling peanuts. He was of my age. When he arrived at my door, I was intentionally wearing a very short piece of cloth, with my organ and the core 2 duo peeping outside every time I’d make a move to gather stuff. The guy noticed that, he followed me every time, and finally spoke off.
“Dada, what’s your age?”
“Sixteen. Why?”
“Are you married?”
I was perturbed “Why do you ask that? Does anyone get married at this age? That’s ridiculous!”
“The thing you are showing me actually is not meant for me. When you get married please show that to your wife!” He retorted back. He kept on uttering words of wisdom at a stretch. I got completely pissed off. I was feeling like implanting a full fledged kick on his frail arse. Then I managed to get rid of him and felt bad for him! “You missed an important customer baby,” I thought as I’d seen his emaciated sales record over the period of time he’d visit our area.
Sometimes, I’d cycle to isolated places, mostly small forests within our township, or areas which were uninhibited completely, baring the guys that used to chip in for some firewood. I’d stand completely bare, having done away with all the social obligations, inhaling the fresh air and feeling like Adam. I’d consciously wait for somebody to appear out of the woods and then I’d love to see the uncomfortable expression on his face, seeing an unbound fully grown boy in front of him unprecedented. That hardly happened in spite of my significant anticipations.
“Hi! What brings you here?” Rohit asked.
“Hey! Rohit, nice to see you, we came for the JEE counselling.”
“JEE huh!? Is that done?”
“Yeah, won a good bet if not the best.”
We exchanged a few more pleasantries before we discovered that we were in adjacent rooms in the guest house.
We met at lunch, and decided to hang around for some time. I went to his room; he had come with one of his cousin brothers, who was out for some work then.
He reclined on the bed with his back against the wall and I made his feet my pillow. We started a discussion on our future prospects and the outstanding results of our batch, something we all were proud of as we had broken so many records in terms of highest marks in the board exams and also achievement of targeted good ranks at the state JEE as well as IIT-JEE 2001. While we were at it, I had positioned myself in such a way that I could inhale the scent of one of his foot at ease. Few moments of those mundane talks always make the situation conducive enough for an afternoon nap. How could I miss out sleeping with the person I’d thought of so often? I knew he was straight, still wanted to discover the gayish trait of him. That was an opportunity, and certainly I’d not let that go.
“Ever watched a blue film?” I asked awkwardly.
“Couple of times,” he replied and then passed back “You seem to be a goody goody boy; wonder what made you ask that?”
The term ‘internet’ was still an illusion to us. How could one use the computer to communicate with others?! Leaving apart seeing porn on the net, we were not at all accustomed with the basic usage. The only reason we’d require a pc was to play games, and that too ‘Prince of Persia’ or ‘Packman’. So we had to program ourselves a bit away from the normal schedule of class XII in order to access porn. Sometimes we’d plan up a plausible plot for our mom. A classmate who used to live alone would arrange for a VCR along with some porn video cassettes. We didn’t use a computer for that! A call at 4:00 pm from one of my friends inviting for a ‘Birthday party’ and then convincing mom about it! Oh! My gosh! How sneaky mom used to get those days with every move of mine, so much that I’d have had to take permission to go even to a birthday party! And then the interesting part of the make-up story, we used to decide on the menu of the party and also the gift we had given to our friend; just in case she’d ask (You never know!). Once we were free we’d peacefully spend the time seeing some ‘straight’ porn. I told Rohit about those special occasions, and we chuckled at that.
“Mohan, what parts of those films do you find interesting?”
“Mostly sucking; I like it when she deep throats and gags; but yuck! when she drinks the sperm. You?”
“I enjoy the fuck!” He winked. We had a discussion on the various postures at which the actors executed coitus and unanimously concluded that the ‘doggy’ style was the best among the lot. I yawned at which he said that he was also feeling sleepy.
“Why don’t you come to my room?” I offered.
“Your uncle will be there,” he conceded.
“So what? You can sleep with me.” To that he yielded nonchalantly.
As we entered my room, we found my uncle in deep slumber. I, kind of, felt at ease with that.
We occupied the bed cautiously so that we didn’t disturb my uncle in the process. I put my head on his chest and hugged him tightly. Neither did he mind that, nor did he expect me to get naughty with him. I put my nose in his armpit above his t-shirt and got a faint smell of a popular soap. I waited in that position so that he’d fall asleep and then I could explore his sexy feet with my tongue. Those moments felt like years, and I found it very difficult to control myself, especially when I hadn’t got such instances of intimate contacts with boys quite often. Although I visited the swimming pool occasionally, still I never took chances with anyone, as I was very shy to do so. Even, that was my first time; I was so close to Rohit that I could even feel his breathe. The warmth of his expiration was melting me from within unleashing a mild degree of eroticism within me. I put my hand inside his t-shirt & moved it all over his chest and tummy. Since the AC was on, he hadn’t sweated, so the situation couldn’t get steamy at all. I reached his armpit and felt the small grown bush out there; I wanted to wear his scent on my fingers.
Slowly and carefully I turned head to foot and kissed his leg. I made a debut in tasting his foot. I licked his toe fingers and then explored the nails and the adjoining area with my tongue. I sucked his toe thumb for a long time, when I was satisfied I moved to the other foot. I also made my tongue cruise along the entire foot so that it was completely covered with my saliva. I got rock hard because of all those activities. I changed stance once again, I had his dick in my mind. I placed my head near his groin and my hand on his dick, over his shorts. It was soft and then the onus laid on me to help it realize its elongation potential. I started pumping and messaging it and could feel the blood fill in full throttle to blow it like a balloon. I slid my hand inside his shorts and caught hold of his organ over and above his frenchie. It was rock hard, ready to break all shackles and come out like a dangling pointer. I felt the familiar wetness at the tip of his dick. I’d not have stopped anymore out of a sense of danger or insecurity as to what’d happen if either of Rohit or uncle woke up; I had grown desperate to see his tool. As if I was confident that nothing untoward or unassuming would happen from then onwards, I went inside his frenchie and pulled out his dick in its entirety outside his shorts.
It was long and thick with a pink mushroom head, might have been around seven inches. I relished watching it for sometime, and then at the back of my mind those sucking scenes started rolling on inviting me to have a real time operation. There was a striking contrast of the pink spearhead against the green background of his shorts. I firmly believed that he was completely asleep, and most probably was dreaming about something hot! But another part of me said that even he might be feigning big time. The head, unveiling itself from the foreskin, was glistening with precum, something which would always make me say ‘yuck’! But then, it was a moment of action; I decided against repenting later.
“There’s always a first time,” I said to myself.
“Never do that again if you don’t like it,” the other half of me warned.
With that, I kissed the top of his dick, tasting his precum while doing that; the salty taste didn’t seem like ‘yuck’.
“Not bad, go ahead,” I reassured myself.
I took the head in my mouth and started sucking full force, and then I tried swallowing the entire piece of his meat, which was burning with a desire to shoot a mammoth payload. It was quite a mouthful. I rolled my tongue over the contours of the pink bulb. A wholesome first experience I’d say! I licked his testicles and that way I discovered why those girls in the porn movies liked doing that so eagerly. A faint musky smell came out from his pubic hair. I dug my nose into the bush to inhale that comprehensively. I could feel the throbbing in the veins of his dick. Suddenly Rohit turned my way resting himself on his side, making it conducive to sandwich my head in between his thighs. I did that, and while I was blowing him for a minute or two, trying to gag myself with his longhorn, like the way the girls did, he suddenly woke up, with his eyes half shut; he tried to comprehend what was happening with him. I remained an azoic statue as he pulled out his dick from me, put it inside his frenchie and turn the other way signifying an end to my chances.
I was already embarrassed, so I let my desires out by moving to the bathroom and unloading myself without trying Rohit anymore. I started feeling the ‘yuck’ and somehow controlled vomiting. I washed my mouth with liquid soap, something which I could never have thought of doing even in the craziest of my nightmares, and then with the toothpaste. A sense of panic crept within me; I started rebuking myself for being a suck slut.
“Doesn’t matter if this is the first time, why even try it in the first place?” I was really angry with myself.
I promised never to try that ‘yuck’ anymore. I just hoped that he’d not leak out to my classmates if he’d have deciphered what I was doing to him. I kept my fingers crossed on that. We met twice after that the same day, but he never asked or discussed anything in those lines with me giving me enough reasons to smile and heave a sigh of relief!
At the guest house lounge I found one of my acquaintances, Rohit. He was digging at a newspaper.
I had seen him quite often at tuition classes. His timings coincided with us sometimes. I had a faint crush on him, as he had the license to kill by his looks; but more than that he had those traits which would turn me on. I considered myself lucky to have joined the gym, after class XII board exams, with him, though it happened by chance. At that point of time I’d not think of emotions and friendship at all, the only concern being looks, and possible ways of getting cosy with the person who met my expectations! And Rohit was one of them. After a work-out at the gym we’d settle for a chit chat, and he’d normally sit on a chair and I’d squat at his feet pulling and placing them on my lap. He wouldn’t mind that as far as I’d massage his legs and toe fingers to some extent. That meant comfort for him. He’d look very steamy with drops of sweat trickling down his temple and chest. I’d keep staring at his body, painfully burying within me a deep carnal desire of physical intimacy with him. We’d usually talk about studies and girls, the later being the topic of interest. I never actually managed anything of subtle interest, probably because I was sceptical about a favourable response from him. Sometimes I’d help him with his shirt, and while doing so I’d try to get a sniff of his body smell. While inside the bathroom, I’d fantasize about him being completely unclad, the possible configuration of his manhood and how it’d promulgate itself while at its optimum length.
I had weird thoughts of handling a fully grown penis like the gear of a four wheeler; I just wondered how it’d feel to enact the gear operations, 1st- 4th and then the back gear.
Another thing I liked more often was exhibitionism. Couple of times I just wore a translucent towel and stood in front of my window sill, while the little kids played comfortably in the playground beside my room. They smirked at me and I enjoyed that and masturbated until I shot loads and then felt really ashamed of it. It happened once that I invited a hawker, who was selling peanuts. He was of my age. When he arrived at my door, I was intentionally wearing a very short piece of cloth, with my organ and the core 2 duo peeping outside every time I’d make a move to gather stuff. The guy noticed that, he followed me every time, and finally spoke off.
“Dada, what’s your age?”
“Sixteen. Why?”
“Are you married?”
I was perturbed “Why do you ask that? Does anyone get married at this age? That’s ridiculous!”
“The thing you are showing me actually is not meant for me. When you get married please show that to your wife!” He retorted back. He kept on uttering words of wisdom at a stretch. I got completely pissed off. I was feeling like implanting a full fledged kick on his frail arse. Then I managed to get rid of him and felt bad for him! “You missed an important customer baby,” I thought as I’d seen his emaciated sales record over the period of time he’d visit our area.
Sometimes, I’d cycle to isolated places, mostly small forests within our township, or areas which were uninhibited completely, baring the guys that used to chip in for some firewood. I’d stand completely bare, having done away with all the social obligations, inhaling the fresh air and feeling like Adam. I’d consciously wait for somebody to appear out of the woods and then I’d love to see the uncomfortable expression on his face, seeing an unbound fully grown boy in front of him unprecedented. That hardly happened in spite of my significant anticipations.
“Hi! What brings you here?” Rohit asked.
“Hey! Rohit, nice to see you, we came for the JEE counselling.”
“JEE huh!? Is that done?”
“Yeah, won a good bet if not the best.”
We exchanged a few more pleasantries before we discovered that we were in adjacent rooms in the guest house.
We met at lunch, and decided to hang around for some time. I went to his room; he had come with one of his cousin brothers, who was out for some work then.
He reclined on the bed with his back against the wall and I made his feet my pillow. We started a discussion on our future prospects and the outstanding results of our batch, something we all were proud of as we had broken so many records in terms of highest marks in the board exams and also achievement of targeted good ranks at the state JEE as well as IIT-JEE 2001. While we were at it, I had positioned myself in such a way that I could inhale the scent of one of his foot at ease. Few moments of those mundane talks always make the situation conducive enough for an afternoon nap. How could I miss out sleeping with the person I’d thought of so often? I knew he was straight, still wanted to discover the gayish trait of him. That was an opportunity, and certainly I’d not let that go.
“Ever watched a blue film?” I asked awkwardly.
“Couple of times,” he replied and then passed back “You seem to be a goody goody boy; wonder what made you ask that?”
The term ‘internet’ was still an illusion to us. How could one use the computer to communicate with others?! Leaving apart seeing porn on the net, we were not at all accustomed with the basic usage. The only reason we’d require a pc was to play games, and that too ‘Prince of Persia’ or ‘Packman’. So we had to program ourselves a bit away from the normal schedule of class XII in order to access porn. Sometimes we’d plan up a plausible plot for our mom. A classmate who used to live alone would arrange for a VCR along with some porn video cassettes. We didn’t use a computer for that! A call at 4:00 pm from one of my friends inviting for a ‘Birthday party’ and then convincing mom about it! Oh! My gosh! How sneaky mom used to get those days with every move of mine, so much that I’d have had to take permission to go even to a birthday party! And then the interesting part of the make-up story, we used to decide on the menu of the party and also the gift we had given to our friend; just in case she’d ask (You never know!). Once we were free we’d peacefully spend the time seeing some ‘straight’ porn. I told Rohit about those special occasions, and we chuckled at that.
“Mohan, what parts of those films do you find interesting?”
“Mostly sucking; I like it when she deep throats and gags; but yuck! when she drinks the sperm. You?”
“I enjoy the fuck!” He winked. We had a discussion on the various postures at which the actors executed coitus and unanimously concluded that the ‘doggy’ style was the best among the lot. I yawned at which he said that he was also feeling sleepy.
“Why don’t you come to my room?” I offered.
“Your uncle will be there,” he conceded.
“So what? You can sleep with me.” To that he yielded nonchalantly.
As we entered my room, we found my uncle in deep slumber. I, kind of, felt at ease with that.
We occupied the bed cautiously so that we didn’t disturb my uncle in the process. I put my head on his chest and hugged him tightly. Neither did he mind that, nor did he expect me to get naughty with him. I put my nose in his armpit above his t-shirt and got a faint smell of a popular soap. I waited in that position so that he’d fall asleep and then I could explore his sexy feet with my tongue. Those moments felt like years, and I found it very difficult to control myself, especially when I hadn’t got such instances of intimate contacts with boys quite often. Although I visited the swimming pool occasionally, still I never took chances with anyone, as I was very shy to do so. Even, that was my first time; I was so close to Rohit that I could even feel his breathe. The warmth of his expiration was melting me from within unleashing a mild degree of eroticism within me. I put my hand inside his t-shirt & moved it all over his chest and tummy. Since the AC was on, he hadn’t sweated, so the situation couldn’t get steamy at all. I reached his armpit and felt the small grown bush out there; I wanted to wear his scent on my fingers.
Slowly and carefully I turned head to foot and kissed his leg. I made a debut in tasting his foot. I licked his toe fingers and then explored the nails and the adjoining area with my tongue. I sucked his toe thumb for a long time, when I was satisfied I moved to the other foot. I also made my tongue cruise along the entire foot so that it was completely covered with my saliva. I got rock hard because of all those activities. I changed stance once again, I had his dick in my mind. I placed my head near his groin and my hand on his dick, over his shorts. It was soft and then the onus laid on me to help it realize its elongation potential. I started pumping and messaging it and could feel the blood fill in full throttle to blow it like a balloon. I slid my hand inside his shorts and caught hold of his organ over and above his frenchie. It was rock hard, ready to break all shackles and come out like a dangling pointer. I felt the familiar wetness at the tip of his dick. I’d not have stopped anymore out of a sense of danger or insecurity as to what’d happen if either of Rohit or uncle woke up; I had grown desperate to see his tool. As if I was confident that nothing untoward or unassuming would happen from then onwards, I went inside his frenchie and pulled out his dick in its entirety outside his shorts.
It was long and thick with a pink mushroom head, might have been around seven inches. I relished watching it for sometime, and then at the back of my mind those sucking scenes started rolling on inviting me to have a real time operation. There was a striking contrast of the pink spearhead against the green background of his shorts. I firmly believed that he was completely asleep, and most probably was dreaming about something hot! But another part of me said that even he might be feigning big time. The head, unveiling itself from the foreskin, was glistening with precum, something which would always make me say ‘yuck’! But then, it was a moment of action; I decided against repenting later.
“There’s always a first time,” I said to myself.
“Never do that again if you don’t like it,” the other half of me warned.
With that, I kissed the top of his dick, tasting his precum while doing that; the salty taste didn’t seem like ‘yuck’.
“Not bad, go ahead,” I reassured myself.
I took the head in my mouth and started sucking full force, and then I tried swallowing the entire piece of his meat, which was burning with a desire to shoot a mammoth payload. It was quite a mouthful. I rolled my tongue over the contours of the pink bulb. A wholesome first experience I’d say! I licked his testicles and that way I discovered why those girls in the porn movies liked doing that so eagerly. A faint musky smell came out from his pubic hair. I dug my nose into the bush to inhale that comprehensively. I could feel the throbbing in the veins of his dick. Suddenly Rohit turned my way resting himself on his side, making it conducive to sandwich my head in between his thighs. I did that, and while I was blowing him for a minute or two, trying to gag myself with his longhorn, like the way the girls did, he suddenly woke up, with his eyes half shut; he tried to comprehend what was happening with him. I remained an azoic statue as he pulled out his dick from me, put it inside his frenchie and turn the other way signifying an end to my chances.
I was already embarrassed, so I let my desires out by moving to the bathroom and unloading myself without trying Rohit anymore. I started feeling the ‘yuck’ and somehow controlled vomiting. I washed my mouth with liquid soap, something which I could never have thought of doing even in the craziest of my nightmares, and then with the toothpaste. A sense of panic crept within me; I started rebuking myself for being a suck slut.
“Doesn’t matter if this is the first time, why even try it in the first place?” I was really angry with myself.
I promised never to try that ‘yuck’ anymore. I just hoped that he’d not leak out to my classmates if he’d have deciphered what I was doing to him. I kept my fingers crossed on that. We met twice after that the same day, but he never asked or discussed anything in those lines with me giving me enough reasons to smile and heave a sigh of relief!
