Life Is What You Make It
School is out. For good. I am sixteen years old
and have left school, waiting to start college in eight weeks. Two months in which to sort myself out. My problem
is that I like boys, or more precisely boys and men. The female of the species have no attraction for me at all. In
fact I am rather scared of them because they don't think like me, or any of the boys I know.
I have had the
attraction for males ever since I was aware that there was a difference. Physical that is, as well as mental. At
the age of ten.
Watching boys getting
changed always gives me a thrill. Comparing their heights, hair colour and faces is where I start. Their bodies,
skin colour and texture. Muscles, cuts, bruises and scars. Penises, testicles. I turn to the wall, hiding my
excitement, dressing quickly and efficiently. I am afraid of what they will say and do if they see what effect
their naked body has on me.
I play soccer. I make
sure I am good at it so that I can stay in the team and watch them as they dress and undress. Furtively I observe
their hands caressing their bodies as they stand in the shower, rivulets of soapy water running down their smooth
bodies. Stare a little more attentively as they carefully attend to their crotches, fingers toying with their
penises for just a few seconds - not too much though in case they enjoy it. Gaze a little more overtly as they wash
their hair vigorously, eyes tightly closed, penises and testicles dancing around invitingly. Finally witnessing
them dry themselves, taking the chance to examine their manhoods more carefully as their heads are covered by the
towels. Then dressing myself hurriedly to secrete my hardness lest it be seen.
Off the pitch, I keep my
head down. No close friends, no one to visit, no one to invite home. It's safer that way. I wear my glasses
constantly, without any need. Another barrier.
I've seen boys feel each
other. I've seen boys masturbate, alone and in pairs. I've even been invited to join in, but turn away, disgusted.
Not with them, with me for not having the courage to do what I know isn't wrong.
So. I have given myself
two months to make my mind up. A two-month bridge between a nervous schoolboy and confident student. A bridge
between innocence and maturity.
I spend most of my days
wandering around town. 25 000 people. Three parks. Shopping mall. Railway station and so on. And seven public
toilets, all of which I know and have used. But only of course for their intended purpose. Others use them for
their own pleasures as I can read on any of the walls. Jealous? Yes, of course. Afraid?
There are five points of
reference in my solitary perambulations: the library, the bookstore, the music store, the corner cafe‚ and the
The library to look at
the art books. I am good at painting and would dearly love to be one. The bookstore to buy paperback copies of
award-winning improving books. The music store to listen to and perhaps buy a CD that suits my mood. The cafe‚
because it is opposite the bus and train stations and I can indulge my secret vice of people watching. Males that
is. Only those enter my consciousness. Females flit by unheeded and unnoticed. The parks because I can be alone and
read my books and watch the comings and goings in the toilets enviously.
It's taken me a week,
but I have worked out what sort of men I like the look of. Or at least think I like. Men of about 30 or 35. Clean
shaven and well-dressed. And hopefully intelligent. Boys about a year or so older than me. Dress immaterial as long
as they are clean and tidy. Intelligence? Don't care as long as they aren't thugs, druggies or
Tuesday, second week. I
am in the bookshop sat on the big leather settee browsing through a selection of paperbacks I have picked up. They
are a mixture of classic fiction, new books and a few gay novels written by authors I was familiar with. There was
no trouble taking this sort of book home as my parents had never thought of censoring my reading. I selected "Now
and Then" by William Corlett: a bit on the dated side, but it looked OK.
Clasping the book, I
made my way to the nearest park to start reading it. I had by now chosen a favourite place near the Gents toilets.
A discrete distance away, either on the bench if it was free, or under a tree if it wasn't. From either spot I
could watch the entrances and exits of the users, keeping track of how many were inside. I had become an expert on
how the toilets were used. Two minutes or less for a piss, five minutes or so for a crap. Ten minutes or more and
they were neither urinating nor defecating. Neither were those men who used the facilities every fifteen minutes or
so. I soon got to know the regular habitues, none of whom attracted me, despite the occasional semi- desperate
'come hither' look I was graced with. Apart from one. He could be anywhere between17 and 20, reasonably smart and
walked with a swagger that was obviously staged. It was his face that attracted me the most. He was good looking.
Not beautiful or handsome, just good looking. Even my unconscious cock woke up when he appeared. I sat on the grass
It took about twenty
minutes for him to turn up. Giving me no more than a cursory glance, he disappeared into the toilets. I knew that
there was no one in there; he waited ten minutes before emerging and going for a brisk walk around the park. On his
return, he looked at me for a little longer, but still no acknowledgement of my presence.
I knew the toilets were
still empty. With all my heart I wished I had the courage to follow and get him to at least look at me. Even a
simple nod of the head would have done. A spoken 'Hi!' or 'Hello!' would have sent me into orbit. My mind wanted
this, but my brain didn't. No matter how much I tried, I just couldn't persuade my body to stand up and take that
short walk. Slamming my book down on the grass in a fit of temper, I gave myself a mental bollocking for being so
On his second circuit,
my heart missed a beat as he diverted from his path and walked towards me. Shit! Now what do I do? Just a few
minutes ago, my legs wouldn't carry me fifty metres; now they wanted to take me away from here as fast and as far
as they could. Before my brain could sort itself out, a voice from above spoke.
"Hi!" it said. "Don't I
Innocent as I was, I
recognised a time-worn come-on cliché‚ when I heard one and I was a bit disappointed at his lack of
"Sorry?" I stumbled out.
"I don't think so."
Shit! What a lame-brain
reply, almost as bad as his opener.
"Yes, I do. You use the
cafe‚ near the station most mornings. Tea and toast."
"Sorry," I said again,
realising who he was. "I didn't recognise you."
He sat down next to me.
Close, but not familiarly close.
"No reason why you
should. I work behind the counter cooking up the junk," he laughed. "I wear kitchen whites and a silly
His voice fitted his
face perfectly if you see what I mean. Not deep, not light. That sort of voice you get between adolescence and
manhood. My dick rose to full hardness at his close proximity and lovely voice. I raised my knees to hide it, not
daring to look down in case it was visible.
"I'm Philip," I managed
to say. There was no need to shake hands - he wasn't the type that went in for that sort of thing, I could
"I'm Andrew," he
replied. "Bacon to my friends."
"Yeah. 'Cause that's
what people are always yelling at me in the kitchen!"
We laughed together
"Any luck today?" he
asked, nodding in the direction of the toilets.
"N-nn-no," I stammered
out, blushing to the roots of my hair. "I haven't been in there. Haven't tried."
"Oh. Sorry. I just
thought with your sitting here watching, and the way you look at the men in the cafe‚ that you were ...... well,
I blushed even deeper if
that were possible and stared at the ground. I'd been recognised by someone I wasn't even aware existed, and he'd
also worked out what sort of person I was. Or wanted to be.
"Hey, listen," Andrew
said, "I'm sorry if I've embarrassed you. I didn't mean to. It's just that you're quite good-looking. I can't help
watching you in the cafe‚ and when I saw you here as well, I thought it was Christmas!"
I smiled wryly at this
and turned to face him. "I've never, err, never done anything like this before."
"But you'd like to?
Right?" he whispered.
I nodded very slightly,
this time keeping eye contact.
"Shit!" he mouthed in
mock astonishment. "What? Not even at school?"
I shook my head. "I've
always wanted to," I stumbled on, "But I've always been too nervous, and now that I've left school I thought I'd do
something about it. Just to see, if you know what I mean."
"I know exactly what you
mean," Andrew replied. "I was the same when I was your age. I did get a bit at school though," he laughed. "But
since then I've hardly done anything except for a few wanks and BJ's in places like that."
"That's more than I
have," I giggled nervously.
There was a pause before
Andrew went on, "Listen, I've never done anything like this before either and I'm not sure I should be doing it
now, but how would you like to come to my place tomorrow after I finish work? No promises, no commitments, just a
cup of coffee and see what happens. If it doesn't work out, we can part friends and no problems. It'd be better
than that stinking place anyway. And safer!"
It didn't take more than
a second to make my mind up. So far I liked Andrew, and the chances of my finding anyone else like him were remote
to say the least. In any case, he already knew more about me than anyone else in the world and if I was to find
anything worthwhile out about myself, I had to start somewhere.
"OK. I think I'd like
that." I whispered.
"Brill!" Beamed Andrew.
"I finish at two o'clock. If you're there, fantastic. If not, then no hard feelings either. But don't stop coming
in the cafe though, whatever happens, you make my day when I see you."
And that was it. My
first real date! We chatted about odds and ends for a while, but then I had to leave if I was to get home before my
It had been a confusing
sort of day, and as I headed homewards I tried to put my thoughts in order regarding Andrew. He my parents would
definitely disapprove of. Wrong social class (they were heavily into that), wrong job (manual labour) and
ill-educated. Even his age was against him, a two- year gap they would accept maybe, but no more than that. Andrew,
I was sure must be at least 19, if not older. Still, we liked each other so far, and it wasn't his intellectual
abilities that attracted me to him either!
All in all it was a
satisfying day I decided. The only thing I had to do was to persuade my erection to go down before my parents got
home. And that I could take care of easily.
I dressed with unusual
care the following morning, needing to make myself presentable. Boxers, not briefs: erections are easier to hide.
Beige chinos. Sports shirt and zip-up jacket. No spectacles. For me this was a major change, I was acutely aware of
removing a barrier between myself and the world, a world I wanted to be part of. They were in my pocket though,
just in case.
I went to the cafe‚ as
usual when I got into town, but entered with some trepidation. I wasn't completely sure that I wanted to see Andrew
again. One half of me said that I shouldn't even be thinking of getting involved in anything as sordid as gay sex,
especially with a stranger: the other half told me that unless I did, I would never find out for sure which side of
the fence I was on. Andrew gave me a big smile and wave as I sat down and I waved back. There was nothing about him
that marked him out as freak, an oddity, a gay man in a straight world. He looked quite normal in fact. No
different to look at than anyone else. And yet there was something about him that I found fascinating, and despite
my earlier misgivings decided that I would go ahead and meet him later.
In the meanwhile, I
killed time by visiting the book shop and library as normal, but not unexpectedly found that I couldn't settle down
either to read or explore the bookshop. Even the art gallery held nothing to interest me today, and so I walked
about town until the time came to meet Andrew. As I made my way back to the cafe, I thought about what the next
hour or so would bring. In fact I was looking forward to it as the time approached two o'clock, and my cock had
hardened a little in anticipation.
And there he was, bang
on time and grinning at me as he left the cafe. Indicating that I should follow him, I tagged along behind until we
rounded the corner, uncomfortably aware that every pair of eyes in the street were watching me, knowing what I was
doing, where I was going and what I was going to do when I got there.
"I've got a bedsit round
the corner," he said as I caught up with him "Still up for it?"
I nodded, feeling
incredibly nervous. What we spoke about on our way to his home I have absolutely no idea, my mind was reeling with
fright at the situation I had got myself into. 'Run' my brain said, 'clear off', 'make yourself scarce'. 'Hang on',
my mind said, It'll be OK', This's what you want'.
My knowledge of bedsits,
gained from the TV and movies, was that they were dark, dismal and depressing. To my astonishment, Andrew's was
clean, bright and cheerful. He had two small rooms in fact, a tiny kitchen/dining area and a larger bedroom/living
room, the single bed being partly disguised by a brightly coloured throw spread over it. The furniture, whilst
cheap, was all new.
"Make yourself at home,"
Andrew said. "I'm going to have a shower. Back soon."
With that he picked up a
towel and sponge bag and left the room, heading to what was evidently a communal bathroom.
Wherever I looked in the
room, my eyes kept being dragged back to the bed. It had taken on a significance out of all proportion to its size
in my mind. What pleasures did it promise? What desires would it fulfil or deny? Turning my back on it, I gazed
around me. On the table were a few books - all about cooking and catering; on the walls a few chain-store prints
and in the corner a plastic tub for dirty clothes. Still keeping my back to the bed, I picked up a book and flicked
through it idly.
"Still here then?"
Andrew grinned as he came in the door, dressed in joggers and shirtless. "Want a drink? Tea?
I watched him as he
pottered about the kitchenette, staring at his smooth back and chest, noting at the same time that beneath his
joggers he couldn't have any underwear on. My hitherto softened dick began to come to life, reminding me why I was
here. I was still nervous, but much less so. I'd made my mind up that I would go through with it and see what
happened, after all, what harm could it do? If I didn't like it, I could leave and never see him again. And if I
liked it? My cock hardened a bit more.
Andrew put the two
steaming cups on the table and sat on the only other place available, the bed.
"Come over here," he
said quietly, patting the bed. "Sit here."
I moved across the room
and did as I was asked.
"Is it really your first
time?" he asked, looking at me.
I nodded. "Have you done
it a lot?" I asked, stupidly. Why did I want to know that? Was it important?
"A few times at school.
Once or twice since then, but not a lot."
"What about the toilets?
I thought it happened in there a lot."
"Probably does," Andrew
relied, "But to be honest, I've never done anything in them. The people that go there are too old, too dirty or
want to do things I don't."
We chatted for a few
more minutes but then fell into an awkward silence. Both of us knew what was at the forefront of our minds, but
neither was going to be the first to mention it. Andrew, it dawned on me, was just as nervous as I. But then, I
rationalised, he is older than me, more experienced than me, and this is his home. He should make the first
As if he'd read my
thoughts, he put an arm around my shoulders and a hand on my knee. I jumped at the sudden intimate contact and then
forced myself to relax.
"Do you want to?" he
whispered, sliding his hand up the inside of my thigh.
The exciting tingle
spreading out from my groin, the nervous, warm glow suffusing my body told me 'yes!' My hidden erection, and his
obvious one, confirmed it. There was no going back now.
"Yes." I whispered,
staring at the hand inches away from my aching cock.
"Good." he replied.
"That makes two of us. Just the right number!"
He leaned towards me and
for one terrifying moment I thought he was going to try and kiss me or something, but instead he gently pushed me
back on the bed.
My mind was in
free-fall. For years I'd wanted this to happen, dreamed about it, jerked off to it and wanted it so badly it hurt.
Now here I was, laid out on a bed with a stranger: a good-looking, half-naked stranger with his hand approaching my
virginal cock and I hadn't a clue what to do. My arms lay frozen by my side, my eyes staring at his hairless
Then his hand found my
prick. Through my trousers and boxers, he gently felt its rigid hardness. I gasped audibly and held my breath, eyes
wide open and heart racing. Whatever doubts I'd had before vanished instantly. This was good. This was right. This
was what I'd always needed.
Andrew slipped an arm
under my neck and slid up the bed so our groins were at the same level. Gently, he felt all around my sweating tool
and balls, making me moan loudly.
"Can I take it out?" he
The few seconds it took
for him to loosen my trousers and slide his hand into my boxers seemed to take forever. When his fingers grasped my
prick and worked it out through my flies, I almost passed out. I'd never, ever, felt anything like it. Looking down
at myself, all I saw was a hugely erect penis, slick with pre-cum, held delicately in a man's hand. The iron-hard
dick didn't seem to be part of me, and yet it also seemed to be all of me. Every fibre of my body was centred
there, every sense overloaded, and yet I wanted more.
Desperately, I lifted my
hips up off the bed and thrust my clothes down to my ankles, giving him free access to all of me. Willingly and
His fingers explored my
prick and balls exquisitely, every move sending shivers of fire through my body. I bit my lip hard enough to draw
blood as I stifled a scream.
Then it happened. With a
frenzied thrust, I arched my back, forced my cock into his hand, and ejaculated. Massively, magnificently and
ecstatically painfully, each shot convulsing me wildly.
"Christ!" I moaned once
I'd regained consciousness, still not believing how mind-blowing it was.
"I think you needed
that!" Andrew laughed, as he wiped my spunk from his fingers. "Did you like it?"
I then did something I'd
only dreamed of before, I threw my arms around him and hugged tightly, aware of tears sliding down my
" 'S OK," he whispered
in my ear. "It gets us all like that sometimes."
Wiping the tears away
with the back of my hand, I grinned sheepishly at Andrew, flustered at the rapidity with which things had happened
and the tears I'd shed.
Normally, after a wank,
I get depressed for a few minutes, but this time, despite the intensity of it, I didn't. In fact my dick hadn't
even gone down, not all the way anyhow.
"Can I do you now?" I
"No need," he laughed.
He pushed his joggers
down to his knees and nodded at his crotch. His semi-hard dick rested in a glistening pool of cum, matting his
light brown pubic hairs together.
"And that's without
touching it!" he giggled. "Must be the effect you have on me."
His was the first adult
man-sized cock I'd seen close up. Experimentally I ran my fingers through his hairs and around his penis, staring,
fascinated as it rose to its full glory again. His hairs, like the ones on his head were fair, almost blond, and
they even grew slightly on his balls. The whole package looked beautiful. Exciting. Wonderful.
For the first time, I
consciously and lucidly, knew what I was. I'd seen between a girl's legs once when I was about eight years old and
even then thought how lucky I was to have my appendages. Now it was confirmed.
Andrew let me fondle and
examine him minutely, my fingers dancing lightly around his crotch, my brain absorbing every last detail of his
pride and joy. I also enjoyed his caressing me, one hand containing my tender erection, the other toying with my
We both came again of
course, but nowhere near as strongly as before, and not as passionately either, but it satisfied us both and
cemented our new relationship.
It was in a dangerously
euphoric mood that I made my way home some little time later, but not before we'd exchanged mobile numbers. I could
have stayed longer of course, but it was essential that today, of all days, I got home before my parents. For one
thing I needed a shower to lose the smell of sex from my body, and for another to rid my shirt of the tell-tale
white spots which trailed down from my neck to my crotch. 'Next time', I reminded myself, 'I must take my shirt off
In fact I didn't see
Andrew for three days. On the first day, mum needed me to stay home and help move some furniture around. The second
day, dad was going to London on business and invited me along for the ride. To be honest, I was a bit pissed off at
the intrusion into my plans, but on the other hand, I was grateful for the amount of freedom they allowed me at
other times, and I liked going out with dad, in fact they were the only times we could be together without mum.
He'd even started to buy me a few drinks in the pub once in a while. Andrew and I kept in touch by texting,
messages I had to delete immediately they'd been read as they were getting dangerously
As I made my way into
town on the third day, I made my mind up that I shouldn't try to see Andrew every day as things would probably get
boring if we saw each other too much, and in any case I wasn't sure if my nobody could take it every
We'd agreed, amid our
texting frenzy, that I would go straight to his bedsit for about half past two. That would give him time to freshen
up and have a tidy-round. The door was open when I got there, and two cups of coffee were waiting on the
"Saw you coming down the
road," he explained. "I wasn't sure if you'd come or not." he added.
In reply, I walked into
his arms and hugged him.
"Of course I'd come," I
said, ignoring the double entendre.
I slipped my hands under
his T-shirt and we embraced lightly, swaying gently as if dancing to a silent melody. It felt good. Being held by
someone seemed to shut the rest of the world out, our bodies sharing the same space; heat and desire uniting us. I
could feel his erection pressing against mine: just a few days ago, I would have laughed if anyone had told me that
I could have this effect on anyone. That I always got hard at the sight of naked male bodies was irrelevant - just
a sort of glitch in my make-up. Men got hard for girls: that was normal, desirable and right. Getting hard for
other men was abnormal, undesirable and yet still acceptable as far as I was concerned. I couldn't help it, and
neither could people like Andrew. What you can't change, you live with.
"Wanna get undressed?"
As if in a trance, I
unbuttoned my shirt and let it fall to the floor. I kicked off my trainers and pulled my socks off. Putting my
hands on my belt, I glanced up at Andrew; he was wearing just his jeans by now and was watching me intently.
Together we slid our trousers and underwear off and stepped out of them, facing each other, naked, vulnerable and
Unashamedly, we examined
each other from head to toe. If I'd fulfilled a desire to do this at school and done this in the changing room, I
would without doubt been beaten to a pulp and labelled forever as a queer. Now it was OK. Demanded in fact, to
confirm our craving for each other.
Andrew was about my
height, lissom and unmarked. His short golden brown hair glistened in the sunlight, a loose curl straying over his
soft grey eyes. Below his navel, a thin line of hair flowed down like an arrow, pointing the way to a bunch of
curls surrounding his superb prick. Only just a little bigger than my pride and joy, it was five inches of
uncircumcised splendour surmounting a pair of heavy, pendulous testicles, covered in fine hair. They were larger
than mine, but matched his body perfectly.
Mentally, I tried to
picture what he saw. Black medium length hair, unmanageable unless it was gelled down. Hairless body apart from a
dense moustache-like growth above my dick; my genital hair had yet to develop fully, which was a cause of
embarrassment to me sometimes. I knew boys two years younger than me who had a better looking bush. My balls were
half the size of Andrews and held tighter into my groin than his, but I knew they worked and was happy with that.
My legs were muscular because of all the soccer I played, my arms less so.
I was content with my
body apart from the lack of pubes, and awaited Andrew's verdict with interest.
whispered. "Really, really nice."
Still unused to
commenting on the beauty or otherwise of male bodies, I lamely replied, "You too." I hoped my erection told him
what I really thought.
Andrew took a step
backwards and in one smooth move lifted up the duvet and slid down into bed, holding it up for me to join
A few days ago when I'd
had sex for the first time, it was frenzied and passion-driven, over before it had begun. Now it was less frantic
but still intense. My nerves were as tight as a bow-string as I slid alongside him in the single bed, putting my
arms around his waist to hold us together.
The feeling of skin
against skin was electric. I gasped as I felt his heat burning its way into me, from my chest to my thighs, our
cocks throbbing alongside each other. It took an immense amount of will power to stop myself from bucking into
Andrew, I knew that once started I wouldn't be able to stop until I came, which wouldn't be long.
"Take it easy," I
whispered to Andrew. "I'm almost there."
Andrew giggled and
stroked my hair, looking deep into my eyes.
"Deep breaths," he
murmured. "Take some deep breaths until you calm down a bit."
Amazingly, it worked.
After a few minutes my heart had slowed down and I could breath normally. The desperate urge to orgasm had also
faded much to my relief and I hesitantly slid my hand between us and searched for his dick. Once found I took it
under my fingers and held it gently, absorbing its warmth and testing its hardness.
I felt Andrew rest his
hand in my groin, but instead of holding my dick, he cupped my balls in his palm and massaged them magically. He
had sensed I was on a very short fuse and wisely kept well away from my tool. Copying him, I felt the weight and
texture of him, rolling his eggs around softly. Replacing my hand on his cock, I began to jack him off
"Stop!" he moaned,
grasping my hand to emphasise his point. "I'm too close."
Reluctantly I pulled my
hand away and rested it on his hip.
"Lay back and relax," he
smiled. "Let me do all the work."
I did as I was asked and
stretched out in his bed, Andrew laying on his side, head resting on a crooked arm. Suddenly I sensed a hand on my
chest, fingers tracing little circles. Slowly he moved across to a nipple and started to play with it. To my utter
amazement, it stood up solidly and the whole area became intensely sensitive. After the initial gasp of
astonishment, I started to moan with ecstasy, thrashing around from side to side in pure bliss. Once I thought I'd
got used to it, he changed sides and repeated his ministrations.
In my naivety, I'd
always assumed the centre of my sex lay in the groin. Andrew soon disillusioned me of that. His fingers, lips and
tongue roamed over my whole body, each move finding yet another magical spot to take me to fantastic heights.
Nipples, navel, thighs, all responded incredibly to his touch. Even my ear lobes and that most intimate of places,
my butt, drove me wild when they were played with. Up 'til now I'd satisfied myself with a feel of my dick and
balls: Andrew introduced me to a whole new world, one which I'd never have found by myself in a million
Turning to face him, I
let my hands explore his superb frame, doing just as he did to me. Neither of us touched our dicks, or each
other's, except in passing from one miraculous zone to another, but they were still throbbing with excitement and
leaking pre-cum as if there was no tomorrow.
"I gotta cum," I
stammered out eventually. "I'm gonna go mad if I don't!"
Andrew grinned broadly
and grasped my too-long ignored cock. He waited for me to take hold of him before we began a very slow, almost
leisurely jerk-off. Me, I would've rushed at it and brought myself off in two or three strokes, but taking the lead
from Andrew I made myself slow down.
The result was that I
felt every stroke, every little movement of his hand and instead of a headlong rush into orgasm it built up slowly,
like climbing stairs one step at a time. First the dull ache behind the balls, then the lifting of them, and
finally the spasm as the first globule is ejected. It was painful, excruciatingly so, but once started it seemed to
go on for ever, spurt after spurt of boiling cum firing out from my pulsating dick.
I fell on to Andrew, my
head resting on his heaving chest. Dimly I was aware that my brow was beaded with sweat, my eyes unable to focus
and my legs trembling. I'd been left with more energy after ninety minutes of hard soccer!
"Time is it?" I asked
sleepily some time later.
" 'Bout three thirty,"
Andrew whispered. "You awake now then?"
"Have I been asleep?" I
"Only five minutes," he
laughed. "Why? You gotta go?"
"Half an hour," I said,
snuggling down again. "That was bloody fantastic!"
"Glad you came?" he
asked, lifting my head up to look at him.
I didn't even try to
work out whether he meant my coming or my cumming. "Yeah," I smiled.
A few minutes later,
Andrew slid out of bed, returning with a bowl of warm water, soap and a flannel.
"Can't send you home
smelling like a rat, can we?"
Lovingly, he washed me
down, from neck to groin, allowing me to lay back and enjoy the treatment. He paid particular attention to my prick
and balls of course, which had the inevitable effect. Surprisingly, he leaned down, gave my shaft a quick lick and
kiss on the end of it.
"Next time," he giggled
He helped me dress and
hugged me tightly as I headed for the door. When he looked into my eyes, I had the distinct impression, again, that
he wanted to kiss me. I wasn't ready for this and to forestall him, gave him a quick hug.
"See you day after
tomorrow?" I whispered in his ear.
"You bet!" he growled at
The following day,
feeling like a change of scenery, I wandered down to the sea front, part of me regretting that I hadn't arranged to
see Andrew today. I could've gone to see him at the cafe of course, but on reflection, decided that things were
best left as they were - too much of a good thing and all that.
Adjusting the burgeoning
erection in my trousers so it was more comfortable and less evident, I headed for the toilets at the end of the
I knew that these
toilets weren't very good for people-watching as they were too well used for that, but they did still have a few
attractions, notably the holes in the walls in strategic places which allowed you to spy on what was happening, and
occasionally get a glimpse of a nice dick or two.
Entering the only vacant
cubicle, I locked the door and sat on the bowl, loosening my pants and pushing them down to my knees. Taking my
prick in my hand, I slowly stroked it as I checked out the holes. Nothing. The people at the stand-up all had their
backs to me, and the next cubicle was being used by an old man who was having a crap. Idly, I scanned the graffiti
on the walls; nothing unusual there, only the normal 'meet me at seven', 'ring this number for sex' sort of thing.
My thoughts turned to Andrew and I began to jerk myself off a bit more seriously. I paused as the next door toilet
was flushed and the old man left, to be replaced immediately by someone else. Curious, I put my eye to the hole and
tried to see who it was.
It was a boy of about 15
who I recognised vaguely, probably from my school. He was wearing nothing but his swimming trunks, and wasn't
interested in having a dump. Instead he was stood up, facing me with his legs apart and his swimmers dropped to
just below his balls. Unfortunately I couldn't see his face and his dick through the same hole and I jumped between
two holes a few times, getting a good look at him. I soon settled on the lower hole though, watching him jack off.
He was almost hairless, with a beautiful well-proportioned cock, about four inches long, rising up from a pair of
pink balls. His wanking technique was fascinating. Rather than work his hand up and down his shaft steadily, he
gave it a few frantic rubs and then let it go for a few seconds before having another go: I guess it was his way of
making the pleasure last as long as possible. Anyway, I held my breath as he carried on, my own hand following his,
imagining that it was him jerking me off. Before long, the inevitable happened and we both held our breaths as he
fired out half a dozen high- powered gobs of cum, much to his satisfaction as his moan testified. I was only a few
The reason for his
self-abuse became clear a few minutes later as I saw him walking along the prom, holding hands with what I assumed
to be his girlfriend. I wasn't at all surprised at myself when I ignored her completely and satisfied myself with a
good look at his groin, smiling to myself as I knew exactly what those red trunks covered up! Glancing at the girl,
I felt just a bit envious of her as she had a much better chance of getting to know his cock than I did, if she
didn't already that is. Lucky girl! But then I knew a little more about him than she did: if only she knew what
effect she'd had on him already!
I spent most of that
evening trying to catch up on my reading. I'd bought several gay novels recently, mostly from the second-hand
bookshops which were a good source of the older, out of print books. I'd got copies of 'The Naked Lunch' and 'The
Soft Machine' by William Burroughs, which were supposed to be good, but I'd struggled with both of them, not really
understanding what they were about. Much more to my taste was 'The Swimming-pool Library' by Alan Hollinghurst.
This was much more to my taste, having quite a fast pace and far more comprehensible. After a slow, enjoyable wank,
I drifted off to sleep with a collage of Andrew, the boy in the toilet and Hollinghurst's Will Beckwith filling my
The following morning it
was the local college Open Day and I had to go and find out what courses were available, and which ones I could
join. I'd almost made my mind up to enrol on a language and literature course and needed some more
I was sat in the
cafeteria skimming through the prospectus when I became aware of someone joining me at the table. Glancing up, I
was surprised to see one of the boys from my year at school smiling at me. Ashok (Ash to his friends) was Indian.
Like me, he was into books and art; in addition he was easy-going and laid back. One of the few boys I felt
"Hi!" he grinned. "Mind
if I join you?"
I soon learned that he
had already enrolled for the same courses that I was thinking of, and as we talked, I made my mind up that I would
join him - at least there would be someone I knew on the course. As we talked, I devoted part of my mind to what I
knew about him. He was a bit taller than me, but less muscular, shiny black hair which was always perfectly
groomed, and a nice, silky- smooth, olive-coloured skin. His cock and balls were nice too. Slightly darker in
colour than the rest of him, his circumcised cock was thinner than mine, but an inch longer and hung over a pair of
lovely-looking balls. There was very little hair on his body - in fact there was no hair at all in his groin, he
was as hairless there as the day he was born, something that always aroused me incredibly every time I saw
Half an hour later, I'd
completed the forms, enrolled myself, and was having another cup of coffee with Ash. We chatted about odds and ends
for a while and after swapping mobile numbers, went our own ways once we'd agreed to meet up in the near
By the time I reached
Andrew's I was feeling very pleased with myself. It was only halfway through my holiday and I'd achieved a good
part of what I'd planned. Andrew was now an important part of my life, I'd got myself into college and I was well
on the way to finding out who I was.
I got to Andrew's bang
on time. Instead of getting down to things straight away, I was trying to be patient and take it easy. Instead of
stripping down as soon as I was in the room, we sat on his bed together for quite some time talking of
inconsequentials. I told him about the college, about meeting Ash and about the boy in the toilets. In return, he
told me about a night out he'd had with his mates the night before, and a visit he'd made to his parents in the
Parents were a difficult
point. Deliberately I'd not mentioned mine as they were a problem I was avoiding.
"Do they know what
you're like?" I asked Andrew.
"Yes. I think they've
always known, but it was never talked about until after I left school. Then one day mum came home early from work
and found me in bed with my best friend."
"Ohmigod!" I gasped.
"We didn't talk for
ages, but one day my dad told me that it'd be better if I left home and got a flat somewhere."
"That was about two
years ago," he went on, " I got this place and we didn't see each other for about six months. Then we got together
again and now things are more or less OK. They've said I can go back if I want to, but I don't," he grinned. "After
all, I can have friends here whenever I like!"
With that he pushed me
back on the bed and started to unbutton my shirt. Undressing each other I enjoyed, it lent an atmosphere of
delicious eroticism to the adventure, each newly unfastened button revealing a few more inches of pink flesh to be
caressed and stroked. Delicate fingers struggling to unclip a belt and slide the zip down. Soft hands searching
for, and ultimately finding a hard, expectant prick still preserving its modesty beneath stretched underwear. Then
the final act. The heart-stopping exposure of your body, goose-pimpled with desire, waiting with bated breath for
hands to touch that most intimate, most private part of you. The lightening bolt of ecstasy as fingers wrap around
Andrew and I snuggled up
close, arms around our chests, legs entwined.
I was wonderfully,
gloriously, euphorically happy as I nestled into Andrew, resting my forehead against his, my face beaming with
delight. I giggled as I felt Andrew's leg rubbing against my balls, our dicks dancing together.
Suddenly we were
kissing, lips pressing together. We writhed around the bed, glued together, arms and legs desperately searching for
bodily contact, chests heaving in unison, nipples obscenely erect.
"Fuckin' 'ell!" Andrew
murmured as we broke apart to regain our breath. "That was awesome!"
I pecked him once on the
lips and lay back, still grinning. "Good, wasn't it," I said, glowing with self-satisfaction.
Taking advantage of my
exposed chest, Andrew set to work on my nipples, teasing them with his fingers and tongue until they were
gloriously hard and painfully tender. Moving down my body, he kissed and licked his way towards my groin, each
brush of his lips sending shivers down my spine.
As he reached my
throbbing cock, he took hold of it at the root and turned to look at me. The wicked grin told me exactly what he
was going to do next. My body tensed, I grasped the sheets tightly and waited.
The touch of his tongue
on my super-sensitive crown was astounding and I gripped the bedding even tighter. Slowly he absorbed my cock into
his mouth, surrounding it tightly with his lips. He began to suck, gently at first, but then with increasing
vigour. At the same time he masturbated me tenderly, building up to a rhythm that had me squirming
"Tell me when you're
coming," he whispered to me before resuming the torture.
I did. And thankfully he
stopped before I deposited my seed in his mouth - not that I objected to that, but the thought of a powerful orgasm
on top of how I felt now was too much.
"Your turn," he smiled
as he turned to face me, straddling across my chest, knees in my armpits. Tentatively I leaned up and allowed his
dick to fill my mouth, wiping the shining drops of pre-cum off his crown with my tongue as I did. Not knowing in
the slightest what it would taste of, I was delighted by the sweet, slightly acid taste of it. No stale piss, no
rank odour, just a not unpleasant flavour of skin.
Once again we soon got a
steady rhythm going, me sucking avidly and him fucking my mouth slowly and magically. It was heaven! Not as good as
being sucked by him, but knowing I was satisfying him just as much as he had me added an extra thrill which more
than made up for it.
To my disappointment, he
pulled out after a while, leaving me with an empty, frustrated feeling.
"Now for the best bit,"
With a bit of a
struggle, we re-arranged ourselves so that we were stretched out head-to-toe on the narrow bed. I was then
introduced to the sublime pleasures of 69'ing. That was much better!
We took our time
delighting each other, changing positions once in a while, taking a break to have a kiss and cuddle, to feel each
other's warm body and simply to enjoy one another. Together, we found that there is nothing shaming or embarrassing
about seeing and touching our naked bodies. Indeed, there was something comforting and calming about holding each
other, hands roaming where they will, eyes taking in the tiniest detail, lips meeting to confirm a connection. Even
after we'd cum for the second time, we still clung together, reluctant to lose contact even for a
Eventually we had to of
course. Even in my post-orgasmic bliss, I realised that I had to leave soon. As I dressed myself, I kept staring at
Andrew on the bed, naked and playing idly with his cock. Each item of clothing was donned reluctantly, every piece
hiding a little more of my body which we'd so joyfully shared.
Before I knew it, the holiday was over and I'd
started college, which meant a major change in my lifestyle. Apart from anything else I wasn't able to see Andrew
at our usual time and had to change it to the early evenings when I was on my way home.
Apart from college,
Andrew was the main interest in my life, to the exclusion of almost everything else. I was aware of this of course
and was quite happy with it until I thought about it. He was taking over what should be my social life and I needed
another interest to stop me getting into an unhealthy routine. Fortunately I had made a few acquaintances at
college who took the edge off things, but it was Ash who I was growing more friendly with. Not sexually, which I
wouldn't have minded, but in a companionable, easy-going way which is what I should have had at school but always
drew back from, stupidly I now know.
I haven't mentioned my
own family very much so far, and that has been deliberate. As far as I can work out, I was 'a mistake'. They are
both career minded and always have been. OK, they fed, clothed and watered me. Made sure I went to school and came
home. In their own way, they loved me of course, and I them. But that was about it. Once I hit puberty, they more
or less left me alone provided I was quiet and didn't make any waves. Suited us all fine on the whole: we talked
when we had to, solved problems over meals and went our own ways by and large. Hence I suppose the need for Andrew,
and now Ash.
Talking of Ash, it was
the third or fourth week of college when things began to change between us. Our friendship had grown stronger that
I would have dared hoped for. We spent a lot of our free time together, either working or talking about people we
knew. We'd even visited each other's homes a few times, mainly to work together or to borrow books. His parents
were nice, reasonably well-off and proud of their only child. The only odd thing about them was that they were
intensely religious, unlike Ash. I hadn't a clue what religion it was, apart from the fact that it was Indian, but
they'd converted a small room into some sort of temple which always smelt of incense and had candles burning it in.
When I mentioned this to Ash, he shrugged his shoulders and said something to the effect that 'it was their
religion and I'm not that bothered. I go along with it 'cause its easier'.
Anyway, Ash had invited
me to join his family for a meal one evening. It was something like their Christmas or whatever and most of his
family were going to be there.
"It's going to be bloody
boring if you can't come," he said. "There's no one my age, and all they do is talk all night about the old days.
Bores me stupid. The meal will be good though, and we can always piss off to my room afterwards out of the way."
Then added, "Why not stay the night?"
"After such an appealing
invite, how can I refuse?" I laughed, "And yes, I will stay the night. Thanks."
As you can imagine, it
was the last bit that pleased me. There was little or no possibility of us doing anything together, but the chance
of seeing him naked again and even sleeping in the same room was too good an opportunity to miss.
The meal was
interesting, far better than the ones I had had in restaurants, but it went on for ages. There were about a dozen
people there, the women dressed in brightly colours saris, heavily made up and weighed down with gold jewellery: I
had the distinct impression that there was some sort of inter-family rivalry going on . The men were less
decorative: sober suits and ties. What little jewellery they had on was expensive and displayed at every
Despite their best
efforts to involve me in their conversations, they always ended up speaking Hindi or Punjabi or whatever language
they spoke. Apparently, few, if any, of the ladies spoke English.
After the meal was
finished, the party divided - women in one room and men in another. Ash and I joined the men for a while, but once
the cigars and drinks came out, we made ourselves scarce and went up to his room, not forgetting to grab a couple
of bottles of wine on the way out. Neither of us were drinkers, but the chance of getting slightly pissed for free
was too good to miss.
Glancing at the clock as
the bedroom door was close, I was surprised to see that it was almost midnight, the meal had gone on for far longer
than I realised but I wasn't at all tired.
Whilst Ash opened the
wine, I looked around his room. It was much like mine in many ways - a typical teenage boy's room, although perhaps
tidier than most. What impressed me was the enormous double bed which dominated the room.
"Bollocks to that lot,"
Ash grinned as he handed me a glass. "Let's relax."
Without further ado, he
stripped down to his waist and kicked off his shoes and socks. Smiling back at him, I threw my clothes on top of
his and sipped the wine. What we talked about I've no idea, all I can recollect is that we were free and easy with
each other, the chat flowing readily. All I do clearly remember is being unable to take my eyes from Ash's flawless
torso, and drinking enough wine to stay sober but loose a few inhibitions.
It was whilst having my
final piss of the night in his bathroom, clad only in my underpants that things began to develop. What with having
something of a hard-on, I was finding it difficult to piss in the bowl. It didn't help when Ash came in and stood
beside me, freed his limp tool and let his stream flow. We'd been in similar situations a hundred times before;
sharing bogs was no big deal. And as normal, I looked down at him. What wasn't normal was that I was springing a
boner, and we were alone.
"Got a problem there
Phil?" Ash grinned, nodding down at me.
"Sort of. Must be the
effect you have on me!" I joked.
"Must be," he replied.
"Can't be the wine, it's non-alcoholic. We don't drink."
Tearing my eyes from his
groin, I looked at his face to find that he was being serious. Slightly embarrassed, I returned my gaze to my own
predicament and forced my bladder to drain itself. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw what was the beginning of
"Snap!" I giggled as I
left him to finish.
Still in our underwear,
we climbed into bed, facing each other, but a respectful distance apart.
"Ever have anyone else
for sleep-overs?" I asked, making myself comfortable.
replied. "We're a big family and it gets a bit crowded sometimes. Usually its my cousin Imran I get stuck
"Why? What's wrong with
"He's only eleven," Ash
giggled. "Doesn't even know what its for!"
I laughed lightly and
rested my hand on my now soft cock.
"Last time he was over,
I woke up to find him having a good feel if you know what I mean."
"What happened?" I said,
my dick now coming to life slightly.
"Felt him back. Scared
We paused for a while,
each with his own thoughts, until I summoned up the courage to ask him a question.
"Can I ask you something
"Yeah. Go ahead," Ash
replied, looking at me.
"Why don't you have any
hair, you know, down there."
Ash smiled. "Short answer is that I shave them off. Long answer is that my religion has a weird attitude to sex. It
doesn't exist until you are married. Women are supposed to be virgins and totally ignorant of all things sexual
until their marriage day. Men stay as boys until they marry, and only then can they let their hair grow. We're not
even suppose to know how babies are made."
"Must make life
interesting, " I grinned.
"Tell me about it," he
laughed. "I had a wet dream once and my father found out. He went ballistic, telling me how bad I was and how I
must learn to control myself. That I must've been having wicked, unclean thoughts!"
"How the Hell do you
manage then?" I asked. "How are you supposed to learn stuff?"
"Ah. That's where the
weirdness comes in. One day I was taken out for a long car ride by my uncle. He was suppose to tell me everything I
needed to know, but sort of secretly if you get what I mean. Trouble was that is was so embarrassed, he couldn't
even use the right words. It was all so pathetic, it wasn't true. He spent so long talking all round it that if I
hadn't known what he was talking about, it could've been about gardening for all I knew. All he had to tell me was
to have a wank once a day!"
By now we were both
stroking our cocks discretely under the bed clothes, watching them rise and fall gently.
"I learned more in ten
minutes from my cousin Raj than I did in hours from my uncle," Ash went on. "All the boys in our family mess about
with each other, same as they do back in India. It's a sort of open secret: no one mentions it, no one is supposed
to know it happens. But everyone does. They're even glad in a way because it stops us chasing the girls. Or having
wet dreams!" he laughed.
"So," I said, choosing
my words carefully, "If you and I were to, err, mess about for example, no one would mind?"
Ash laughed, and said,
"They'd freak out. Within the family is OK, but outside of it is definitely out, at least it's supposed to be," he
added with a grin. "One of my cousins told me about a friend of his who wouldn't ever do anything at all.
Eventually his father had to persuade someone to almost rape him to check that everything was working OK. So, the
answer is no one would really mind if they didn't know." As he said this, he looked at me and gave me the slightest
Reaching into his
bedside cupboard, he pulled out an old T-shirt. "My secret weapon," he grinned, holding the much abused and stained
shirt up for me to see.
"There must be a year's
stuff on there," I grinned, sliding my pants off.
"Not quite, It's not all
By now we were both
naked and keen for things to get started. As we moved together, I was suddenly unsure of what to do. I'd learned a
lot from Andrew, most of which would be abhorrent to Ash, and the last thing I wanted to do was annoy him. I
decided to let him take the lead.
"Lift up," he whispered,
tapping me on the shoulder.
I leaned upwards to let
him put his arm round me, more or less forcing me to do the same to him. Getting comfortable once again, our hands
snaked their way downwards and took hold of our erections.
My hand sensed the heat
and solidity of his cock for the first mind-blowing time. The fact that it was thinner than either mine or Andrew's
became evident straight away as my fingers tightened. As did the strange feeling of his cockhead and absence of
"Feels nice, " I moaned
as he grasped me softly.
It was obvious that Ash
was no novice. I don't know how many other dicks that same hand had held, but he'd learned a lot however many it
was. He spent as much time caressing my balls, between my legs and even round my butt as he did holding my shaft.
Even Andrew could learn a thing or two from him.
For my part, the feel of
a circumcised cock and hairless groin were intoxicating. I let my fingers drift around, searching for things which
weren't there, deriving an intensely erotic pleasure, echoed in my red-hot penis.
"Can I have a look?" Ash
whispered, giving me a squeeze. "I've never seen an uncut cock before. Not close up anyway. And you've got
We threw the covers back
and I spent a glorious ten minutes examining each other in minute detail. Looking at his cock, I saw that there was
no scar or extra skin anywhere. To all intents and purposes, it was as if there'd never been a foreskin at
"Wonder how they do it?"
I mused. "Must hurt!"
I jumped as Ash worked a
finger under my foreskin and caught a nail on it. "Ouch!" I cried involuntarily.
"Sorry!" he grinned. "I
suppose it's much more sensitive than mine."
Inspection over, we
cuddled up again and pulled the duvet back over us. I toyed with his nipples with one hand as I began to masturbate
him slowly with the other.
"That's good," he
shuddered as I stroked his chest.
"Wanna cum yet?" Ash
"No, not yet. Why? Do
"No. I like this. Let's
do it all night!"
"Can I ask you something
else?" Ash said seriously.
I'd been expecting this,
and wasn't surprised. And given the situation we were in and my promise to myself to be honest whenever I could, I
"Yes. I think so.
Probably. Do you mind?"
"What do you think?" he
giggled, giving me another painful squeeze where it hurt most.
"Ouch!" I yelped
playfully, returning the favour.
I was totally blitzed by
the way in which he accepted my answer. No recriminations, no nasty comments, not even the slightest hint of
distaste. He might just as well have been expecting it, as if he already knew, which he couldn't have as I didn't
know myself until not long ago. But his total, unquestioning acceptance of what to most people would have been the
kiss of death to a friendship was astounding.
"How about you?" I asked
"Don't know. I like
doing this sort of thing, but I've never done the other and so I can't tell. In any case, its different for me than
it is for you."
"Well, its almost
expected of me, as I said, when you're my age, and even when you're married it's no big problem. Especially when
you can't do it with your wife 'cause she's pregnant or something. We take adultery and rape much more seriously.
The culture's different in Britain. If ever the boys at school found out we were doing this, they'd skin us alive,
after castrating us! People have a big hang-up with male to male sex in this country, like it's a disease or
something. And yet under-age sex, rape and adultery are far more common here than they are in India. So who's to
say what's right or wrong?"
"But what if you're
grown up and gay?"
"Usually they get
married anyway, but don't live together properly if you see what I mean. The real gays, the ones who don't marry
are treated as a bit of fun really. No ostracism or anything like that, just different."
"All the time we were
talking, we were playing with each other, not leaving our dicks alone for a second, and I was ready to
"Ready to cum yet?" I
"Thought you'd never
ask!" he grinned.
We didn't go frantic
even then. Keeping up a slow, steady pace we masturbated together, arms round our shoulders and taking fantastic
delight from each stroke. Then the all-too-familiar tingle started deep in my groin.
The trick now is to
ignore what your body tells you. Keep up the same steady pace, no matter what. The final orgasm is then really
spectacular, massive and gut-wrenchingly painful. Physically knackering, but well worth it.
In the split second
before we shot our loads, Ash pulled me into him, wrapping his legs round me and hugging tightly. The sensation of
our dicks pulsating between us, and the heat of the warm spunk melding us together was the most exhilarating thing
"Secret weapon time,"
Ash grinned as he reached over and grabbed the once green shirt. "One thing about being bald is that it's a damn
sight easier to clean up," he laughed as the rag was thrown at me.
We were having lunch in the cafeteria the
following day when Ash asked me what plans I had for the evening. I sensed that this wasn't just an idle question,
there was something behind it. Andrew and I had arranged to meet in fact, but I hedged my bets.
"Nothing really. Why,
wanna come over my place?"
He looked at me as if I
was stupid. "Stay the night?" He asked, mouth full of hamburger.
"Love you to," I
grinned. "But better clear it first," my heart racing at the unexpected turn of events.
I rang my mum at work,
something I very rarely do unless I have to.
"Mum, can I have someone
stay over tonight?" I asked.
"What? Oh, yes. Stay
over. Who?" She was obviously busy, probably painting her nails.
"Oh, yes. Good. That's
alright." She disconnected before I could thank her.
I waited thirty seconds
before my phone trilled.
"Who?" she asked, now
paying full attention.
"Ashok. You know, the
boy I am at college with."
"Oh. Yes. I thought for
one minute you said Marilyn. That's fine.."
I gave the thumbs up to
Ash, who beamed back at me and reached for his phone. Whilst he was getting the OK, I sent a message to Andrew,
begging of our date, blaming pressure of work. The reply I got was fairly obscene, the gist of it being that I'd
better get my arse round his place tomorrow or else!
Evening meals were a
bundle of fun at my house as a rule. Both mum and dad had company lunches and therefore saw no need to make a fuss
at home. Frozen meals, take-aways and fish and chips were the norm. In five years since the kitchen was extensively
and expensively modernised, I don't suppose it'd seen more action than a normal family one sees in a
That night it was
Chinese, which was usually one of the better ones: thank goodness she hadn't chosen Indian!
After the meal was
finished, mum went into her home office to do her solicitoring and dad went into his den to do his accounting. Or
so I assume. They could have had boyfriends or mistresses in there for all I knew or cared.
"They're weird!" Ash
grinned as we sat at my desk sorting our college work out.
"I think they're
aliens," I laughed. "Lost in space and time and just pretending to be human until they're
I gave Ash the guided
tour of my room, pointing out the more salient points such as the desk, the bookcase and bed. Christ! I suddenly
thought. The bed! It's only a single, and even my parents might think something was seriously wrong if it was the
only one used. Normally guests would use the spare bedroom, but that would defeat the whole object of Ash's stay
"Bugger it!" I said in
frustration. "You're supposed to sleep in the spare room I guess. Fuck it!"
I very rarely swore, but
I was royally pissed off.
"Wait. Come with me," I
said in desperation, kicking my brain in gear.
As I half expected, the
spare bed hadn't been made up. Grabbing a pile of sheets and blankets from the cupboard, I threw them at Ash and
told him to take them to our room. Next stop was the attic. It took us a while to find what I wanted, but
eventually found it.
"Here," I grinned. "One
portable, temporary bed, Ash for the use of."
I dragged out my old
sleeping bag which I hadn't used in years, bought for a misguided attempt at becoming a Boy Scout when I was 13.
Within five minutes we'd fixed up what hopefully looked like a usable bed to the casual observer.
"Never," I replied, but
slipped the lock on the door anyway to make him feel comfortable.
"So, what now?" Ash
said, his voice low and sexy.
I looked at my bed and
back at him, eyes innocently wide.
"Piss off!" he grinned.
"It's only eight o'clock. Even I couldn't manage twelve hours!"
"Worth a try," I
laughed, knowing he was right of course. "Take your shirt off for me instead?" I added seriously.
"You really are gay,
aren't you," he giggled. But he took it off anyway.
"Only for you," I said,
stroking his chest and then removing my own shirt.
"What books have you
got?" he asked, walking to my bookcase.
"Top shelf SciFi and
horror. Middle ones general fiction and college books. Bottom shelf specials."
He went straight to the
bottom shelf and read the authors: "Besson, Burroughs, Fry, Genet, Hollinghurst, Holleran ...." he mouthed to
"Don't recognise any of
them," he said as much to himself as to me.
Sitting on the floor, he
pulled out one or two at random and read the blurb, grinned slyly at me and checked out a few more. I took
advantage of his pre-occupation and sat beside him, one hand on the back of his neck, stroking it gently. His only
reaction was to smile at me.
"Are they all gay?" he
"Mostly," I grinned.
"Either the book, the author, or both."
"My parents would disown
me if I took one of these home," he said, flicking through 'The Wild Boys'.
"But they're all good
literature," I said. "Almost classics some of them."
"Good literature means
Shakespeare or Dickens in English and Naipaul or Narayan in Hindi," Ash grinned, picking up another
"Bloody Hell!" he said
as he found a salacious bit in Fry's 'The Liar', which isn't difficult.
I couldn't tell if he
was blushing or not, but I saw his cock harden and felt his temperature rise under my skin as he read the bit about
the Daisy Chain Club.
Replacing the Fry, his
eyes skittered along the books, trying to choose one.
"Which are best ones?"
he said, running his hand down the shelf.
"Depend what you want,"
I sniggered. "Onanism, group wanking, blow jobs, sodomy, rape? It's all there if you know where to
gasped. "Show me."
"Take your trousers off
first," I giggled. "These books are only supposed to be read naked."
"That's blackmail." he
"So? What are you?" I
grinned, stroking his arm pointedly.
"Pervert!" he said,
unfastening his belt.
We spent the next hour
sprawled out on the carpet, wearing just our pants, skimming through the books and picking out the 'best bits' to
read to each other.
My choices were a bit
eclectic, quite deliberately. I chose the beautifully written seduction of the young Walker by Metcalf in 'Now and
Then', the seduction of Alexander the Great by Bagoas in 'The Persian Boy', as well as other similar pieces. I
chose not to show him the battle scenes from 'The Wild Boys', but we did find the oral sex piece in 'Aelred's Sin'
and even the brilliantly erotic buggering of the 15 year old Edmund by the 12 year old Kevin in 'A Boy's Own
After I'd read the last
bit about Edmund and Kevin, I was ready for bed - and Ash.
As we shucked our pants
off, I noticed with glee that we were both iron-hard and glistening with pre-cum. I don't know about Ash, but I was
as aroused as ever I'd been, my whole body crying our for intimate contact with Ash, to feel his flesh against
mine, to feel his soft hand on my aching cock, to do whatever it took to satisfy my lust. Diving into bed, I almost
dragged Ash in with me.
"Come on," I urged
desperately, embracing him viciously, "Let's do something."
I forced my hand down
between us, grabbed his cock and started to jerk him off.
"Slow down," he giggled,
"We've got all night, and I want this to last."
The shock of hearing him
say this, coupled with the hand clamped on top of mine, brought me to my senses. Shit! I'd done it again. I took a
deep breath and held it.
"OK," I gasped once my
heart had stopped pounding. "I'm OK now. Sorry!"
He stroked my cheeks
with the back of his hand and smiled at me.
"I've got a cousin just
like you," he laughed. "Can't wait. All over and done with in two minutes. No fun at all."
"How many cousins you
got?" I asked.
"Boys? Six, and before
you ask, I've done it with all of them except little Raj, and he won't be long I don't think. How many you done it
"Two," I said. "You, and
... a friend."
"You poor thing!" he
giggled. "No wonder you're frustrated. You need more practice!"
"Chance'd be a fine
thing," I sighed.
"Everything comes to him
who waits," he said, "What sort of things do you do? Stuff we read in the books?"
"Sort of. Hand jobs.
Feeling. Hugging. That sort of stuff. And kissing and blow jobs," I added quickly.
"Not the other,
"No. Not yet. I'm not
sure I even sure want to. Must hurt like fuck," I giggled. "What stuff have you done?"
"Like you, I guess.
Mostly hand jobs, but I've had a BJ or two. We're not really into much more than that. At least the other's
I wriggled around
slightly to see him better and continued to feel around his tackle. I couldn't get enough of the peculiar sensation
of a skinless cock and denuded groin, for some reason it turned me on incredibly. As did his tentacle-like fingers,
currently probing my balls.
"Wish we'd met before,"
I moaned, closing my eyes as a wave of bliss ebbed through me.
"Me too," Ash sighed.
"You wouldn't believe how much I've wanted this to happen."
My eyes flicked open in
astonishment and I stared at him, dumbfounded.
Ash looked flustered for
a second, aware he'd let slip something he'd rather have kept to himself. "I've fancied you for ages. That's why I
kept away from you in school, scared that you'd laugh at me or something. That, and other
"Messing about with my
cousins is one thing, that's OK. But to do anything outside the family is a big step. Major, major problems if they
even thought I was doing this, especially with a ....., with someone who wasn't Indian. You think being outed at
school would be bad. It'd be a hundred times worse at home."
And I thought I had
problems. At least my parents were disinterested in my social life as long as it didn't affect them. It wouldn't
matter if they learned I was gay, probably be glad that they'd save money on a wedding!
"Shit!" I whispered.
"Didn't know it was as bad as that. I'm sorry."
Ash smiled wryly. "I
never would have believed that I could tell you all that. I wish I hadn't."
"Bollocks! I'm glad you
did. Makes me feel special, makes me feel good. I've felt the same way about you for ages, but've been too shit
scared to do anything about it."
We lay together,
embracing loosely and feeling a bit awkward as we thought things over.
"Do me a favour?" I
whispered, stroking Ash's neck.
"Let me kiss
Our lips met hesitantly.
Experimentally. Tenderly. I got the most peculiar feeling in the pit of my stomach as we held each other, like a
million butterflies having a party, and a dull ache in my chest. Nothing at all like when Andrew and me had kissed.
That was sheer lust, an on-the-spur-of-the- moment thing. With Ash, it was better. Not even sexy in a way, just
We kissed once more, a
little more passionately this time, revelling inn the novelty of it. Our dicks (whilst still erect, had softened
somewhat) twitched a bit as we relaxed in each other's arms, staring at one another.
Spontaneously we broke
into a fit of the giggles, the rather tense atmosphere dissipating instantly, much to our relief.
"Enough talk. What you
wanna do?" Ash growled.
"Everything!" I growled
I squirmed across and
lay on top of Ash, our foreheads touching, my legs outside his. Gently I started to rock up and down, the friction
of our chests exciting our nipples. Somewhere beneath us, our dicks came to life and joined in the fun. Rolling
over, Ash buried me under his beautiful body and carried on, our stomachs now slickened with
He leaned towards me and
brushed my lips with his, the initial peck turning into a deep, lascivious tongue wrestle. One of us was moaning, I
don't know who, perhaps both. My arms clasped behind his back and I pulled him even closer to me.
"I thought your eyes
were black," I said after we separated.
"They are," Ash
"No. They're very deep
"Pale blue," he grinned,
staring into mine. "Lovely pale blue."
"That's what my
grandmother calls me, Blue Eyes."
"Hey!" he said, thumping
me on the chest. "We gotta get you a nickname!"
"All the boys in my
family have got 'em. Sort of secret name."
"Rabbit," he laughed.
"And for you ...... Kiran! Boys name. Means 'ray of light'!"
"Piss off!" I grinned
and hit him on the arm. Privately though, I was pleased. It was the first 'official' nickname I'd
"And one more thing,"
Ash went on. "A top, top, top secret."
"Go on," I said, full of
"Between us cousins, we
have a special word we use if one of us wants a bit of, you know, fun."
I leered at him,
grinning broadly. "Tell me."
"Jungli. Means wild.
Like in wild animals."
"Jungli. Kiran. Jungli.
Kiran." I tried the words out, getting used to how they felt.
"What do you call this?"
I sniggered as I shook his penis.
"A boy's best friend!"
he grinned. "But in Hindi, we have lots of words for it, like in English. The proper word is lund. But it can be
lingam, zubra or zabri. Sometimes even Abdallah, but we don't use that much 'cause it sounds too much like
"Fancy going a bit
jungli now?" I asked, feeling like a bit of action.
We toyed with each other
for ages, winding each other up until we were almost past the point of no return. We kissed and cuddled until our
lips ached and our brains turned to mush. The bed clothes had long since fallen to the floor, and the sight of
Ash's shiny brown skin rubbing against my pale pink flesh was sublimely erotic. Kissing and licking my way down his
body, I found my head just inches away from his coffee-coloured dick. Unable to resist temptation, I swirled my
tongue round it, rejoicing in its perfection. I kissed his dark red crown, swallowing its nectar. I suckled it into
my mouth, paused slightly and slid it into my throat. Ash was groaning loudly, his hands pressing on the back of my
head, begging me not to stop. I straddled him, letting my cock brush against his lips. The moans subsided to a mewl
as he took me in: I writhed as his tongue found my cockhead, screamed silently as he deep throated me. Coughed and
spluttered as I swallowed his cum. Fucked his face as I fed him mine.
Afterwards we kissed,
exchanging seminal fluids deliciously, tongues making sure not a drop was wasted. We collapsed against each other,
totally spent and ecstatically happy.
"I could get used to
that," Ash whispered softly in my ear. "Very used to it."
"And there's no need for
your secret weapon, either," I smiled.
Needless to say, we
didn't get a lot of sleep that night. Once in a while, one of us would wake up to make sure we weren't dreaming. To
kiss the body next to you, to hold the flaccid member of your partner before drifting off again. By chance we awoke
together sometime in the early hours, and wanked each other off lazily, licking the cum off each other's
College was given a miss
the following morning, we would've been far too late anyway. By the time Ash and I had showered, aired my room and
had breakfast it was well after ten o'clock. We parted at his house - he to change, I to go into town as I'd just
remembered that I'd arranged to see Andrew.
It was a disaster. I
wasn't in a very good mood to begin with. There was no way I could continue seeing Andrew and Ash at the same time
and I hadn't a clue how to tell Andrew. I knew intuitively that Ash and me had something special going for us,
don't ask me how I knew, I just did. Maybe it was the butterflies I got in my stomach every time I thought of him;
maybe it was that happy, smiling face of his which was never out of my mind for long; maybe it was the fun we had
whilst having sex. I don't know.
Andrew and I kissed for
a while, and ended up in his bed, naked and cuddled up. The problem was that I couldn't keep my dick hard. Despite
Andrew's best efforts and my trying my damnedest to keep it up, it always let me down. Realising that we were both
wasting our time, I apologised profusely to him, pleading stress of work for my shortcomings.
To give him his due, he
took it very well, telling me that it sometimes happens like that, and I shouldn't blame myself. We kissed briefly
at his door as I left, feeling as low as ever I'd been. I think we both knew we'd met for the last time. In an odd
way, I felt sorry for both of us. Andrew had been my first, and for that I will ever be grateful. For Andrew, I was
someone who filled a big gap in his life, who up until today made him feel happy. But we both knew it was sheer
lust that drove us together and nothing more. Good whilst it lasted, but that was all.
I hate falling out with
anyone. Hate parting on bad terms and so I was feeling less than happy with myself as I trudged away from Andrew's.
Needing some TLC, I texted Ash. "Pissed off. Can I come round?"
Five minutes later my
"What's wrong?" Ash's
worried voice asked.
"Can't tell you over the
phone. Can I come round?" Then added, "Don't panic. It's nothing to do with us."
I could almost taste the
relief as he absorbed this. "Yes, of course. Have you eaten?"
"Yes," I lied. I
couldn't have eaten anything to save my life.
Just the sound of Ash's
concerned voice made me feel better and by the time I'd reached his house, I was in a more cheerful mood, pleased
that we were to meet so unexpectedly.
In the privacy of his
room, I explained the situation between me and Andrew, the whole gory mess. He listened sympathetically without
comment, letting me get it out of my system. After I'd finished, he put an arm on my shoulder and gave me a little
"Come on," he said.
Let's go out."
We ended up in a local
bistro where we came across a couple of guys we knew from college, had a few games of pool with them and more Coke
than I'd had in ages. I soon forgot my troubles and all-in-all we had a good time. What with one thing and another,
I'd not been out like this for a long time, and by the time we headed for Ash's house I was back to my old
There was still a lot of
college work to do, our evening out having eaten into our 'work time' quite severely and so we settled down to work
on the family dining table. It was very pleasant sitting with the family, and the time sped by without my realising
it. Glancing up at the clock, I saw with horror that it was not far off eleven o'clock.
"I'd better go," I said
to Ash, gathering up my books. "Look at the time!"
"Why don't you stay?"
Ash's father said. "It's a bit late to wander the streets."
Ash and I looked at each
other. There was just the slightest hint of a smile on his face and he shrugged his shoulders as if to say 'why
not?' I thanked them all and ferreted out my mobile phone. It was too late to talk to my parents and so I sent them
a text message to both of them, letting them know where I was. At the back of my mind, it registered that neither
of them had tried to contact me to ask.
"This's becoming a
habit," Ash grinned as we undressed for bed. "One I like!"
"Me too," I answered,
watching him. We'd hardly touched each other all day and I'd missed it.
We hugged, our lips
touching lightly, crotches pressed together, separated only by the thin cotton of our underpants. Climbing into his
bed together seemed the most natural thing in the world, as if we'd been doing it all our lives. We lay side by
side, shoulders and thighs just touching, looking into each other's eyes.
"Wanna read for a bit?"
"Naah, can't be
He turned the light out
and we rolled over to face each other. Ash's hand slid down and pushed its way under the elastic of my pants and
came to rest on my dick.
"Just checking!" he
He made no attempt to do
anymore than that, allowing his fingers to curl around my cock but stopping there.
I reached for his tool
and sighed to myself as its warmth permeated my hand.
"You've made a good
impression on my father," Ash whispered. "He think's you're OK."
"I'm glad. But we've
"He's a good judge of
character, and he's watched how you behave and stuff. Besides, he knows your dad through the Rotary
That didn't surprise me.
We live in a small town and everyone seems to know everyone else, which is OK most of the time, but can lead to a
few problems once in a while!
"He asked you to stay
tonight. That means a lot; makes you an honorary cousin so to speak. He thinks you're good for me!" he
"And aren't I?" I said,
tightening my grip on his dick.
"Oh yes. Very good. But
not in the way he thinks!"
We nattered on until
sleep began to overtake us. With a last cuddle and kiss, Ash turned his back on me and closed his eyes. I snuggled
up as close to him as I could, my chest against his back, arm draped over him and my crotch resting against his
Sometime during the
night we'd swapped positions. Ash was leaning against my shoulders, his morning boner resting between my arse
cheeks. I pushed my bum back and reached over to pull him in tighter.
"Pack it in!" I heard a
voice whisper in my ear, followed by a kiss on my ear. "It's too early for that. Besides, I might get to like
I rolled over and kissed
"Morning," Ash sort of
said - I'd learned already that he wasn't a morning sort of person. He stumbled out of bed and went towards the
bathroom, taking his wood out ready for his morning piss.
College was a breeze. Ash and I settled down and
actually enjoyed the work. We made a few friends with whom we had evenings out and had some good times. On the
personal front, that too developed a steady routine. We slept over at each other's houses two or three times a week
and not always to have sex! Our parents became so accustomed to our comings and goings that they stopped bothering
where we were staying. I preferred Ash's place to mine - I liked the family atmosphere and happy disruption when a
member of the family turned up unexpectedly.
Ash liked mine for
almost the opposite reasons. The orderly life, tranquillity and routine pleased him.Visitors were rare and always
by appointment. I always made sure I stayed with Ash on those nights, which probably pleased my parents as much as
Our sex life was far
from routine however. Once in the privacy of our own room, whichever it was, we always stripped down to our undies.
This we found was much more erotic than actually being naked, and erections were the norm. We couldn't resist
touching one another constantly, our hands resting on each other even when we worked at the table. It wasn't
unknown for us to take a break from the table to have a smooch fest, delightful BJ or hand job and then get back to
work feeling very much better. In bed, we simply did what we felt like. Often, we didn't do anything at all except
cuddle, hands in each other's groin as if claiming possession. Sometimes we hardly slept at all, spending the whole
night pleasuring each other in whatever way we liked. I knew his body better than my own, every curve, every muscle
fixed permanently in my brain.
It was one night on a
sleep-over at his place that we confirmed our adoration for each other. He'd been scratching at his balls all day,
eventually confiding that it was time he shaved again. He was in his bathroom getting ready to do the necessary
when I wandered in to watch him. I sat on the toilet, gazing at his crotch as he lathered it up, the white foam
looking like the pubes of an old man. Shaving yourself down there isn't easy. Apart from the fact that you can't
see properly, you have to hold the razor at an awkward angle. Cuts and nicks are inevitable. After one or two
swipes with the razor, he unexpectedly handed it to me.
"You do it," he grinned.
"It'll be easier."
"You trust me with a
razor near your 'nads!" I giggled, twirling it in my hand.
"You'd be the loser if
anything fell off," he smiled.
I looked at him once
more before I started. The look he gave me was one he'd never given me before. Not only was there complete trust in
his eyes, but something else as well. I knew why he shaved of course, and felt sorry for him. Not being allowed to
shave your pubes until you're married is cruel. I also realised that in his own way, he was offering himself to me.
Asking me to do it for him was offering me something more than just friendship.
"I wish I didn't have to
shave," he said quietly staring into my eyes, his hands on my shoulders.
"So do I," I whispered
as he stood in front of me, legs apart.
It's impossible to shave
around a man's 'nads without raising an erection. It's also impossible to complete the job properly, but I ended up
only nicking him once. Taking the towel in my hand, I cleaned him up, making sure I got every last speck of soap
off him. Throwing the towel to one side, I inspected my handiwork. He took a step towards me, tapping the back of
my head at the same time. I did the only thing possible. The smell of the soap, the feel of his newly shaved skin
and the urgent thrusting of hip hips soon did their job, and I swallowed his cum joyfully, accompanied by
animalistic moans from Ash.
There was no need for
second thoughts. Picking up the shaving foam, I gave it to Ash, together with the razor.
"You sure?" he
"Never more sure," I
We changed places and
Ash set to work.
I watched, fascinated,
as my bush slowly disappeared. I'd spent the best part of thirteen years waiting for it to appear and four more
years watching it grow into something to be proud of. Now it was disappearing down the sink! And I didn't
Ash finished me off just
as I had him, my load of love juice shooting out almost before he'd got my cock in his mouth. Didn't matter though
because we jerked each other off again ten minutes later, just in time for tea.
"You gotta stay over on Friday night," Ash said
excitedly as we met on Thursday morning. "You gotta save my life."
"My parents are going to
London to see my uncle and unless I can get out of it, I'll have to go as well."
"Why don't you tell them
that I'd planned to stay the night?"
"Can't. They'd think
we'd planned it, dad would say no. You gotta think of something."
It's amazing how devious
two 17-year olds can be when they put their minds to it. Within half an hour we'd come up with what we hoped would
be a workable plan. I knew my dad was going to an accountant's bash of some sort and wouldn't be home until late.
Mum never went to them unless she had to, but this Friday she was, whether she knew it or not.
I explained the problem
to Ash's dad over the phone, adding that we'd planned to work on a big essay that night, and if I was at home I'd
have to go to a boring accountant's dinner.
It only took a minimal
amount of persuasion for him to agree, the only proviso being that Ash had to go next time.
I made a particular
point of making a fuss of Ash's mum and dad on Friday night, thanking them effusively for saving me from a night of
torment, I don't think he believed me completely, but nevertheless he was happy enough.
"Why do I feel like a
baby-sitter?" I laughed as we spread our books out on the table.
"Piss off!" was the only
An hour later, we were
still hard at work, shirts off and brows furrowed when the door bell rang, making us both jump.
"Who the Hell's that?"
Ash said irritably, throwing the pen down.
At the door was an
Indian boy of about 13 or 14, carrying what looked suspiciously like an overnight bag. His face was wreathed in
smiles and I'm sure he was going to hug Ash until he saw me. The smile faded slightly, but not by
"Hiya Ash!" he grinned,
stepping into the hall.
"Hiya yourself!", Ash
replied, looking puzzled. "What's going on?"
"Staying the night. No
one told you?"
"No. You can't. There's
no one here. My mum and dad are in London. Phil and I are working."
"But it's been
arranged," the boy said, sounding disappointed. "I've been looking forward to it all week."
We went into the living
room and picked up the family diary. Quite clearly under today's date were two words: 'London' and 'Razak'.
"Shit!" They must've
drooped, and the previously cheerful face fell into one of complete dejection. I felt sorry for him; it must be
awful to look forward to something as much as he obviously was, only to be let down at the last second. There was a
quick conversation in Hindi before Ash turned to look at me and said, "Would you mind if Raz stayed? His parents
are away for the night as well." He also gave me an enormous wink.
" 'Course not. It's your
The beam returned to
Raz's face instantly.
"Sorry," Ash said.
"Introductions. "Phil, Raz. Raz, Phil. Raz's my cousin. Phil's my best friend."
I blushed slightly at
this, partly because I was embarrassed, but mostly because he called me his best friend.
"You'd better ring your
parents and tell them what's happened, just in case," Ash said to Raz.
conversation in Hindi ensued as Raz spoke to his parents.
" 'S OK," he said. “I
can stay. They trust you to look after me!"
Was I wrong, or was
there an edge to this that I had missed? Certainly Ash and Raz were happy as they grinned at each other. They were
cousins after all, which set my mind working.
"OK, house rules," Ash
said. "First no shirts. Second, no Hindi. Phil doesn't understand."
"OK," Raz said. "Any
"Not yet, but I'll think
of some later."
Without further ado, Raz
whipped his shirt off and threw it across the room.
"Eaten yet, Raz?" Ash
"Nope. What you
"Pizza or pizza. Take
"OK. Come on, Phil,
let's do it."
As we were pottering
about the kitchen, Ash said quietly, "You'll like Raz. He's the randy one, nickname's Abdallah, called Abdo. Leave
things to me. We might have a good time!"
Indian style pizza, I
learned, meant sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the TV, with a pile of pizza slices covered in a
sweet, spicy sauce on the floor between us.
As we ate, I took in
Raz. He was about six inches shorter than Ash, with black, slightly curly hair and the faintest hint of a moustache
over his top lip. His skin was very similar to Ash's, slightly darker if anything, the only mark on his body being
a tiny appendix scar. Sitting as he was, I had no idea what his jeans hid unfortunately.
To start with, Raz and I
didn't talk much, but after a while and with Ash's help, we were soon talking easily. He had a glorious sense of
humour and was also quick witted. He was also more intelligent than me and Ash.
At around ten o'clock,
Raz became fidgety, crossing and uncrossing his legs, staring at Ash as if waiting for something to
"OK, Raz," Ash said at
last. "What you got?"
Gleefully, Raz sprang up
and emptied the contents of his bag on the floor in front of us.
"Stargate, Dr Who,
Spaceship Earth, ........" Raz said as he flicked through the CD's.
"He's a SciFi nut," Ash
said. "As you can tell. Come on then Raz, let's go for it. We could be in for a jungli night."
Raz's head whipped round
and he stared at Ash, looking shocked.
"Abdo, meet Kiran;
Kiran, meet Abdo." Ash grinned broadly, fully aware of the fright he'd given Raz.
"Will you excuse us for
a minute," Ash said to me. "I think I need to explain a few things to my cousin."
I watched as Raz's
features changed from shock to understanding, from understanding to agreement, and from agreement to happiness. He
looked at me in a new light, and gave me a wicked grin.
"This's gonna cost you,"
Ash whispered to me as Raz packed his CD's back in his bag.
You'll find out," he
Raz and Ash followed a
well established routine once we were in his bedroom. The curtains were drawn and the door closed, Raz turned the
main light out and the bedside one on. Ash inserted a CD in the player and threw the remote on the
"House rule two," Ash
said as he stood up. "No shoes, socks or trousers."
Raz looked embarrassed
as he unfastened his belt, but he'd obviously been prepared for this. He was still a little nervous though as he
looked from Ash to me, his eyes fixed on our groins. As were mine on his. He skinned his chinos off and stepped out
of them, leaving him dressed only in his blue patterned boxers. Under them I could at last see what was a
good-sized package for a 13 year old.
We sat cross-legged on
the bed, backs against the wall, with Raz between us, our thighs squeezed against each other. Wonderful! He pressed
the 'start' button and the TV screen was filled with the 'Stargate' logo.
"Wait!" yelped Raz as he
paused the video. He jumped off the bed, searched through his bag and produced a pair of joss sticks. Once they
were lit, he squirmed his way back between us and said, "That's better!"
It was difficult for me
to watch the film with a near-naked young boy next to me, but I did my best, but without much success. Tentatively
I dropped an arm across Raz's shoulders and was rewarded with a smile as he relaxed into me. My cock began to get
even harder, the end of it clearly marked by a growing circle of dampness.
Out of the corner of my
eye, I saw Ash tracing patterns on the inside of Raz's thigh, working his way up into his crotch. Twice Raz batted
his hand away, glancing at me to see if I'd noticed what was happening. At the third attempt, Raz gave up and
allowed Ash's hand to slip inside the leg of his boxers. I felt rather than heard Raz sigh as Ash obviously found
his target. He sighed again as he put his hand down Ash's Y-fronts.
I watched their game,
getting more and more frustrated as I saw hands gently vibrating in the dim light. Trying my utmost to ignore it, I
started at the TV. The combination of incense, dim lights and the proximity of a young teenage boy getting it off
with my best friend was too much and I slipped a hand into my pants.
Not for long though. The
first episode of Stargate finished and hands were freed as Raz fast- forwarded to the start of the next one. Before
settling down again, Raz leaned across me to switch the light off. I gasped as I felt his nipples brush mine, and a
hand fall onto my erection. It was no accident though, it stayed there when he leant back.
I almost died when I
felt him search for my waistband and slide his hand under it. Moving down the bed to give him more room, I smiled
at him. Then his delicate fingers hit the spot where my pubes should've been. They stopped. Searched a bit more,
and stopped again. He turned to Ash and whispered something in his ear. Ash sniggered and whispered something back.
Raz turned his face to me, bit his bottom lip and grinned wickedly before allowing his fingers to explore
Then he found my
foreskin. I think he must have been prepared for this because it didn't seem to shock him as much as the absence of
pubic hair. Didn't stop him playing with it though. He pulled it, pushed it, twisted it and generally abused it,
but I did stop him from trying to slide it over my cockhead, it hurt too much. The rest of it was sheer,
Without taking his hand
off my cock, Raz turned to Ash and whispered to him again.
"Randy sod!" Ash
laughed. "OK. Rule change. No clothes!" Catching my eye, he added quietly, "Payback time!"
Before we did anything,
Raz bounced off the bed and changed the CD.
"Four half hour
episodes," Ash explained. "Change of activity every half hour!"
Raz knelt on the bed
between us, his eyes glistening. "After three. Three!" He laughed.
Instantly three pairs of
underwear were thrown across the room. I stared in utter amazement at Raz's cock. It was huge. At least compared to
mine and Ash's it was. It must have been at least an inch longer, and somewhat thinner.
"Now you see why's he's
called Abdallah!" Ash giggled. "That's more than one man should be allowed."
Raz was quite rightly
proud of his weapon, and waved it at us gleefully.
"Makes up for Imran's,"
he giggled cheerfully.
"He's only eleven," Ash
said. "Doesn't count."
"Can I have a look?" Raz
asked, looking at me.
"Be my guest," I
grinned, lifting my hips up slightly.
Once again I was
subjected to an intimate inspection of my 'nads.
"I should charge for
this," I said to Ash. "How many cousins have you got?"
"You could make a
fortune, I'm on ten percent!"
Reaching over, I stroked
Ash's cheek and dropped my hand to his cock. Ash came towards me and kissed me lightly on the lips, unseen by Raz
who was far too busy doing other things. We kissed again, deeper, tongues waltzing together. Until Raz tried to
slide my skin down again. I almost bit Ash's tongue off as the pain hit me.
"Here," I said. "Let me
I slid back up the bed
and spread my legs. Raz picked up the bedside lamp and turned it on. Might as well be on the stage, I thought to
myself as both Raz and Ash closed in to watch.
"It's easier when it's
not hard. When you've got a boner, you gotta stretch the skin and unless you do it right, it hurts like fuck." I
showed them twice. Then Ash had a go, and then Raz.
"Neat! Why you got a
skin though?" Raz asked, still playing with it. "A lot of the boys at school have them as well."
"Born with it, silly!" I
laughed. "Most people I know have one. It's there to protect your dickhead. You only get it cut off if it gets too
tight, or your parents want you circumcised."
Raz alternated his gaze
from his cock to mine, comparing them.
"Ours are cut off to
keep your dicks clean," he said. "How do you keep yours clean?"
"In the bath or shower.
Roll back the skin and wash it."
"Wanna look at mine?"
Raz giggled as he shuffled up the bed, aiming his monster at me, putting it dangerously close to my
He hadn't been cut as
well as Ash, there was a ridge of hard flesh encircling his shaft, looking like a pink collar on a brown rod. I put
my hand on it, feeling its width. As soon as I did this, Raz began to fuck my hand, bucking in and out. I kept my
hand still, watching.
"He likes that," Ash
sniggered. "Says he can control when he cums better!"
Raz flopped back on the
bed, taking a cock in each hand.
"I like this. Two for
the price of one. Like Tesco's!" Turning more serious, he said, "You sleep here a lot, don't
"Yeah, I suppose I do.
How did you guess?"
"Draw there with your
name on it, silly!"
Ash and I stared. I'd
been keeping some spare clothes in there for ages, but had never noticed that Ash's mum had stuck a label on the
front with my name on it.
"Is that why you shaved
off your pubes as well?"
Ash interrupted before I
could form an answer. "Too much information, you randy bugger. You'll understand when you're
Raz blushed at this, the
implication not being lost on him.
"Sorry!" he giggled.
"But it's brilliant! We can have threesomes whenever we like!!"
"I give up!" Ash moaned
in desperation. They exchanged a single word in Hindi and kissed each other on the cheeks. Raz turned round to me,
gave me two kisses on the cheeks and an enormous grin. Ash nodded at me unsmiling. I knew then that our secret was
The next hour was a
wonderful melee of arms, legs, mouths and dicks. Hands were everywhere. Cocks were blown, sucked, felt and
masturbated in glorious abandon. Eventually, it was me who came first, shooting my load onto Ash's hand, much to
"Secret weapon time!" he
giggled as he cleaned us both up.
The weapon, I noticed,
was a new, clean one.
I was then treated to an
incredible act of agility. Raz sat astride Ash's legs and began to jerk him off. He put my hand round his cock and
started to fuck it at the same time. I could see the sheen of sweat glistening on his body as he worked, his eyes
glazed and mouth wide open. It was an amazing sight, Raz obviously in a world of his own, eyes tightly closed and
an intense look on his face as he thoroughly enjoyed himself.
simultaneously, Ash's cum flying high in the air, Raz's spraying Ash's body from head to chest. It was incredible
to watch, a vision I'll never forget, especially as I wiped them both dry. The amount of jism was phenomenal - now
I know why the weapon was so stained!
Once the TV was turned
off, somehow we managed to bundle ourselves up in one confused tangle of limbs and we drifted off into light dozes.
At least I thought we did. In the darkness I felt a hand, which could only be Raz's, searching for my limp dick.
Once he'd found it, he soon had it hard again though. He was facing Ash as he pretended to sleep, but managed to
wriggle himself down until my dick was level with his butt. Gently, he placed my cock against his hole and tried to
get me to enter him. I should've been shocked at this, but to my shame, I actually wanted it. Twice I tried but
failed. For one thing, I was afraid of waking Ash.
"Fingers," I heard Raz
I pressed a finger
against his rectum and to my amazement, it slid in straight away with no resistance at all.
"OK," I heard.
I wriggled them about
until I hit his prostate, causing him to jump slightly.
I kept it up until he
produced his second orgasm of the night, his juices going I know not where. I had mine, hand-driven, two minutes
later, the mess being licked off my fingers in the absence of the weapon.
When I awoke much later,
it was to find that sometime in the night Ash had ended up in the middle, facing me. He had an arm thrown across my
chest and a hand on my cock, stroking it slowly.
"Morning," I whispered
back, leaning in to kiss him.
"Gotta piss," he
grinned, struggling to get off the bed. "I'll have a shower too."
After he'd gone, I lay
back, staring at Raz curled up in front of me. His eyes opened and blinked confusedly until he remembered who I
"Where's Ash?" he
yawned, stretching out.
He looked at me, glanced
at my semi-hard cock and whispered, "Time for a quick one?"
I didn't really have a
choice as he took my hand and dropped it on his boner.
"Hurry up," he moaned.
"Before he gets back!"
Doing as I was told, I
set to work. Raz lay back, eyes closed and a beatific smile on his face.
It didn't take long
before his already engorged dick swelled up and ejected a fair amount of cum, bearing in mind he'd done it twice
not very long ago.
"Best one of the day!"
he giggled as he rolled over to face me, and cuddled up close.
"Come on you two," Ash
said coming out of the shower. "Sort yourselves out. What time you getting picked up, Raz?"
" 'Bout nine," he said
sitting up, his dick hanging softly between his legs for once.
"Half an hour!" Ash
There followed a frantic
search for clothes, the contents of Raz's overnight bag and a quick shower. By nine, he was more or less
presentable and ready to go. Just as his father pulled up to collect his son, Raz gave us both a familial kiss on
the cheeks and a quick, rather pleasant grope! Ash and his uncle had a few words, thanks were exchanged and Raz was
"You've made a hit
there," Ash said once we were back in the house. "I think Raz is in love with you!"
"Bollocks!" I grinned
and gave him a hug.
We spent the morning
tidying the house up and washing the bedsheets - and the secret weapon! By mid-day we were sat on the sofa watching
TV and having a snack. I was still a bit worried about what Raz and I had got up to without Ash knowing, and was
turning it over in my mind wondering what to do about it, if anything, when my phone buzzed to let me know I'd got
I read it, pulled a
face, and showed it to Ash.
'Kiran: Wanna meet for
jungli time? Don't tell Sesa. Abdo.'
"Told you!" he laughed,
throwing the phone back to me. "The boy's in love!"
"What do I do?" I
Ash took a bite of his
sandwich and shrugged his shoulders, eyes shining with humour.
"Come on, help me," I
"Welcome to the chakra,
the circle," he grinned. "Raz's infatuated with you would be my guess and now he knows you're an honorary cousin,
he wants to do stuff with you. You're new and you're good-looking. And you're white!" he laughed.
"But ....." I
"But nothing," said Ash,
putting an arm round my waist. "Do you want to meet him or not? No, don't answer that, let me put it another way.
If you hadn't been here last night, what do you think would've happened?"
"Same sort of thing
between you two I imagine." I said after a moment's pause.
"And would you have
"Not really I guess.
He's your cousin after all."
"What happens if he
comes round again, or another cousin turns up. Would you mind then?"
"Exactly. What I do with
them, or what you do with Raz, is only a bit of fun. Half an hour's excitement, that's all." He paused, gaze at me
and put a hand on my cheek. "What we've got is a lot more than that. Much more. You know that."
I felt myself choke up
and tears fill my eyes. Before he could see them, I kissed him tenderly.
"I love you," I
whispered in his ear.
"I love you too," he
replied. "Don't you think that gives us enough problems without adding any more to them?"
I let my head drop to
his chest and squeezed him.
"What we gonna do?" I
I decided to meet with Raz for several reasons:
he wanted to, I wanted to, and given the weird rules of the chakra, I shouldn't refuse unless I had a good reason.
Having made my mind up, arranging it was something else. The most I could hope for was my parents to go out for an
evening, but that wouldn't happen. We did keep in touch though, mainly because I was still young enough to remember
what it was like at his age, to have a crush on someone and not be able to do anything about it. To begin with, we
exchanged a few text messages, then spoke on the phone. He was a bit pissed off when I told him how difficult it
was for us to get together, but understood and went along with it after I promised to keep
Ash thought the whole
situation with Raz was amusing. Every time we got together, especially in bed, he somehow managed to work him into
the conversation, knowing how I felt about it. I didn't mind much because at least it was in the open and not swept
under the carpet. The other thing in the open was the close friendship Ash and I had. No mention was made of the
implied sexual aspect of it, at least not in our presence. At college, we'd been connected together ever since day
one, and whenever any of our friends saw one of us, they knew the other wouldn't be far away. Members of the
chakra, his cousins, also knew of our closeness, and assumed that there was some sexual element in it. Whenever one
of the group spoke to Ash, the second question, after asking how he was, was how I was keeping. Except the
indefatigable Raz who asked after me first.
The biggest shock of all
came from my father. One Sunday he'd asked me to go out for a drive with him, not that that was unusual in itself,
but I was asked in a tone of voice which I knew brooked no argument. To start with everything was OK, we chatted
about college, plans for the future and that sort of stuff. When we stopped for a pint of lager at a country pub,
he took us outside and we sat on a picnic bench away from the crowd.
"How's things with you
and Ashok?" he asked, staring into his pint.
Alarm bells began to
ring. Whenever dad used full names, there was trouble about.
"Fine," I said. "We get
"You're seeing a lot of
him, aren't you?"
There it was. The
Question. I'd been prepared for this for ages and had all sorts of evasive answers ready, but instead of saying
anything, I blushed deeply and fixed my eyes on the table.
"I see," he said after
an interminable silence.
"It's not what you
think," I began to stumble out, but he stopped me with a wave of his hand as he took a gulp of his
"Your mother put it
together before I did, women have a sixth sense about that sort of thing, don't ask me how they do it, but it's
frightening sometimes. I take it that it's serious then, not just a, a, " he struggled for the right words. "A
passing phase as they say."
"I don't think so." Then
it all came gushing out; lock, stock and barrel.
Not about Andrew or Raz
but about me and Ash. How we'd got together at college and how things had somehow led from one thing to another,
and how we felt about each other. As I got it all off my chest, I began to feel better, more confident in my
feelings for Ash. And, best of all, how at last I could tell someone how I felt, even if it was my
"Go and wash your face,"
dad said when I'd finished. "You look like a strawberry! We'll risk another pint I think. We deserve
By the time we'd settled
down again, we felt more comfortable with each other.
"What we going to do?" I
asked, meaning me and the family.
"Nothing. I'm just glad
we've talked about it. At least it's saved me the 'birds and bees' talk," he grinned. "Whatever you do us alright
by us, at least as far as you and Ash go. Just remember we're both there for you. What about Ash's
"I don't know. I don't
think they know about us yet."
"I know his father, did
you know? He thinks a lot about you and is pleased that Ash has a friend outside of their
The conversation drifted
away from me and my problems and we spent what turned out to be one of our best days ever. I saw a new side to my
father that impressed me; tactful, diplomatic and understanding.
"Where are you staying
tonight? Dad asked. "I can't keep track these days."
"With Ash I expect. I'd
planned to anyway."
"Good Leave your mother
to me. I'll talk to her tonight. Don't panic though, she won't be hearing anything she's not
It was with some trepidation that I went to Ash's
house that night. He had to be told of course, but I was dreading it. Once we were in his room, I sat, following
him with my eyes as he tidied up.
"What's biting you?" he
asked as he put his clean shirts away.
"I've got something to
tell you. You'd better sit down."
He dragged a chair
across the room and sat on it backwards, his arms folded.
"My parents know about
us," I stammered. "My dad talked to me today and asked what was going on."
Before Ash could
interrupt, I told him the whole story, finishing up by making sure he understood that nothing had changed between
us, that in fact, they were better because at least we didn't have to hide it any more, not in my parents company
Ash came across and gave
me a much needed hug.
"I wish I'd been there,"
he giggled. "You must've been pissing yourself."
"Sort of," I laughed.
"But I'm OK now."
We were snuggled up in
bed later that night when I brought the subject up again.
"What about your mum and
dad?" I asked. "You gonna tell 'em?"
"Naah," he grinned. "No
need. It'll dawn on them eventually. Telling them would only piss 'em off and they'd ground me forever. And throw
you out!" he added. "Better to let 'em find out slowly, that way they'll leave us alone and save their
We kissed a few times
and were just about to go to sleep when I heard Ash say, "Unless Raz tells them of course!"
"Bastard!" I laughed and
gave his balls a squeeze.
We saw Raz in fact a
week later when he and his parents came over to Ash's for a meal. I wasn't there for the actual meal, but arrived
not long after, much to Raz's delight. It didn't seem polite to leave the family so we three boys played Scrabble
on the dining room table whilst the adults talked. I could tell by Raz's fidgeting that he had a lot more on his
mind than a word game, but luckily he was in no position to do much about it. I got the sheep's eyes though and the
occasional hand in my crotch when no one was looking except Ash.
Between games, Ash had
gone to the kitchen to get us some cold drinks, and came back with two tins of Coke and a glass of what looked like
barley water for Raz. At the first sip, Raz looked puzzled, then took another one and pushed the glass to one
"What's that?" he
Ash whispered something
in his ear which made Raz blush (you can tell because his ears turn redder I'd learned), and then
"Sorry!" he spluttered
as the adults looked at him. "Went down the wrong way."
Ash grinned at Raz and
rolled a Coke across the table.
"What you say to him?" I
"Put some salt in the
barley water and told him it was all the jizz you'd made thinking of him!"
Raz wasn't impressed. In
fact he was pissed off with Ash and it showed. He'd hit what was obviously a raw nerve and Ash was regretting it.
Desperate remedial action was required.
"Come on," he said,
"Let's go listen to my new CD."
All three of us trolled
upstairs into Ash's room.
"Sorry," Ash said to
Raz, "Didn't mean to piss you off. It was only a bit of fun. OK?"
Raz nodded, but glanced
fiercely at me for some reason. What had I done?
"Could you get my bag
for me?" I asked Ash, nodding in the direction of the door.
He took the hint and
left us alone.
"You told him!" Raz spat
"No, I didn't. Promise.
I wouldn't do that."
"Sure," I said, taking
his hand in mine. "He was just having a bit of fun at our expense. I didn't know about it
We were hugging each
other when Ash came back and threw my bag on the bed. In response to his raise eyebrows, I nodded an
We listened to a few
tracks, chatting about nothing special when Raz let it be know that he was on half term the next week. This was of
little interest to Ash, but I got a 'do something about it' look from Raz.
"Where do you live?" I
asked casually, a vague plan forming in my mind.
He named an area across
the other side of town; far enough, but not impossibly far, after all it is only a small place.
"I can get a number 9
bus straight here," he added. "Where do you live?"
"Hazledene Drive, up
near the hospital."
"I know it," he grinned.
"Off the London Road."
"That's it. Number
"Brill!" he said, then
realised he'd exposed himself and blushed gracefully, but smiled nevertheless.
We changed topic again
and were idling the time away when his mum tapped on the door and came in without waiting to be asked I
"Come on, Razak," she
smiled. "Time to go. Say goodbye to Ashok and Philip."
He stood up, hugged Ash
and kissed him on the cheeks. Thankfully, he just shook my hand rather formally and gave me a huge
"See you soon I hope,"
he said as he left.
An hour later I was
unfastening the buttons on Ash's shirt when he said, "I dropped a bollock with Raz, didn't I."
"Sure did," I whispered
as I kissed his gorgeous brown nips.
"What upset him so
much?" he said, taking my T-shirt off.
"He thought I'd told you
about him wanting us to meet."
"Oh, shit!" he moaned.
"Never thought of that."
"Don't worry. Panic
over. Got a problem over half term though."
"What you gonna do about
"No idea. Not bothered
just now, it's jungli time!"
Our erections grew
between our naked bodies as we kissed deeply and passionately. I pushed Raz to the back of my mind and looked at
"I love you," I
whispered in his ear.
"Prove it," he moaned as
he led me to his bed.
By lunch-time the following day I'd worked out a
way to sort Raz out. Making sure we were out of earshot of anyone, I explained my idea to Ash.
"Can you cover for me if
I take a day off next week?" I asked.
"Yeah. I gotta do
something about him. He won't be satisfied until I have."
"True. What you gonna
"Take a day off. It's
the only time my place is empty. Tell Raz what day and leave the rest to him."
"Good idea. What
"No idea. What do you
"Tuesday!" he said
instantly. "You sleep over on Tuesdays and you can tell me all about it when you come round. I can check you out
for bites and scratches as well!"
I grinned, pleased not
only that I'd sorted the Raz difficulty out, but also that Ash knew about it.
"That should do," I told
Ash, showing him the text message for Raz: 'Abdo, Tuesday after 10. My place. Kiran'
With a grin, Ash pressed
the send key and gave me the phone back. Two minutes later it pinged. The message contained just two words: 'jungli
jungli' and a smiley face.
"Best of luck!" Ash
said. "You'll need it! He can be a bit over-enthusiastic if he's feeling randy. I half meant it when I said I'd
check for bites and scratches. Left me with scratches all down my back once," he giggled. "Jaanvar
I raised an eyebrow.
"Wild animal!" he
Tuesday I was up at the
usual time and had breakfast with mum and dad. In fact I kept to my normal routine, leaving the house at eight
o'clock to walk to the bus stop. I could've stayed indoors, but then they would've wanted to know why I wasn't
going to college, a question I would rather not be asked. Taking a slow walk round the block, I waited until both
cars were gone before I let myself back in.
At the stroke of ten,
the front door bell rang and through the glass I could see the shape of Raz.
"Hiya!" he said as I let
"Hi! Your timing is
good," I grinned, closing the door behind him, feasting my eyes on his taught body, waking my dick
"Yeah. Told mum and dad
I was going swimming for the day."
He extended his hand as
if to shake hands, but at the last moment fooled me by giving me a hug and a peck on the cheeks. I took a step
backwards, my arms clasped round his waist.
"Glad you came?" I
He grinned wickedly at
me and wiggled out of my grasp, dropping his sports bag by the door.
"What do you think?" he
said, rubbing his crotch.
"You hungry? Want
something to eat or anything?" I said, pulling myself together.
"Naah, thanks. Neat
house," he said, looking round the living room.
I took him on the tour,
surprising myself as I showed him round, looking at my home through the eyes of a visitor. It was nice. Big, clean
and well furnished. As we wandered around, I looked at Raz, realising with a jolt why he was here. I hadn't
forgotten of course, how could I? But the sight of the handsome 13 year old climbing the stairs, his tightly clad
butt just a few inches in front of my face brought it home to me. Despite my protestations to Ash about my not
wanting to get involved with him, I knew I did. In my own way, I had just as big a crush on Raz as he had on
My dick began to harden
even more as he walked down the corridor, opening doors to have a peek inside.
"Which's your room?" he
asked, eyes shining.
"This one," I said,
opening the door.
He bounced in, taking
everything in in once swift glance.
"Nice! I could get my
room in here twice over," he laughed, pirouetting with outstretched arms. "Where's Ash sleep?" he asked, eyes on my
"Sleeping bag," I said.
"On the floor."
"I bet!" he giggled.
"Bag!" he suddenly said and ran out of the room.
Seconds later he was
back, unzipping his sports bag. He fished out a couple of CD's and a little tub of Vaseline.
"Can I put these on?" he
asked, waving them at me.
"Be my guest," I
They were Indian, the
covers printed in the garish blues, greens and reds they were so fond of. Surprisingly the music was soft and
calming, filling the room with an almost soporific peace. Despite being voiceless, it was also very
Raz change his mood as
he absorbed the sounds. With a serious look on his face, he walked into my arms and kissed me lightly on both
cheeks. Gone was the happy-go-lucky boy of a few minutes ago, replaced by a lustful, satyric devil whose face
radiated pure sinful desire.
Reaching up on his toes,
he kissed me on the lips, open mouthed but no tongues. I felt him pull my shirt out and slip his hands under it,
fingers sliding up my chest. Purring with happiness, he unbuttoned my shirt completely and dropped it on the
"Let's get undressed,"
he whispered, licking at my teats.
We stood back for a few
moments, gazing at each other's body. He was just as I'd remembered him: flawless except for the half inch scar on
his belly, delightfully brown with darker skin on his nips and ...! That dick! A beautifully slender pole of bliss,
wavering slightly as he breathed. Wordlessly he enfolded himself in my arms once more. His boner pressed between my
thighs and mine throbbing against his navel.
Laying on our sides, we
caressed and felt each other as if for the first time, Raz watching as he ran his fingers around my dick and balls,
still intrigued with my foreskin. He rolled over, kissing me softly, his tongue just flicking in and out of my
mouth. I took his cock in my hand, amazed yet again at its solid hardness, intense warmth and youthfulness.
The only other time we'd
been together, Raz had been almost frenzied in his behaviour; touching, feeling, grasping and grabbing wherever he
could, desperate to satisfy his lust. Now, he was much more tender, almost feminine, as he let his fingers roam.
His kisses were soft and erotic, taken with relish and a delicacy which surprised me. And aroused me enormously.
With Andrew, our lovemaking was always good but had a certain masculine edge to it, almost as if showing any real
tenderness was denying our manhood. Raz was different, his touches graceful, his hands soft and delicate, his
kisses passionate without being brutal. Close your eyes and he could be a girl, except for that fantastic part of
him currently in my hand. Where was that wild animal Ash had warned me of?
I turned to face him,
letting my hand rest on his butt. Intrigued, I watched as he put the tips of our dicks together, making what looked
for all the world like a single long tube of two-coloured dick!
Gently he rolled my skin
back and then unfurled it, covering both my and his crowns! The sensation of his tool in such intimate contact with
mine added to the ecstatic feeling I had. Ecstatic and highly amusing. We both laughed at the sight, taking it in
turns to jack the obscenely long dick.
Without warning, he
abruptly flipped over to kneel astride me and sunk my dick into his mouth, his own cock brushing urgently against
my lips. Hungrily, I opened my mouth and vacuumed him in, letting my tongue welcome it. We moaned and groaned in
unison as we sucked and nibbled each other, time standing still as we submerged ourselves in mind-blowing
Assuming he'd changed
his mind, or forgotten about, the real reason he wanted us to get together secretly as he worked his magic on my
dick, I wasn't sure if I was pleased or not.
"I'm gonna cum soon if
you don't stop," I gasped out as his throat gripped my cockhead.
"Let it, " he
We set to again with
renewed vigour, hand and mouths working together to take us down that well- trodden, but none-the-less welcome,
path His jizz wasn't as salty as Ash's, but good anyway. I swallowed it happily, dimly aware that he was doing his
best to suck every last drop out of my aching balls. Turning round so he knelt astride me, he looked into my eyes
and let his face break into a beam.
"That was ace!" he said.
"Really good. But we ain't done yet. We got round two yet!"
I looked at him
quizzically, still a bit lost in my post-cumming blues.
"You know," he giggled.
"The other. We still gonna do it, right?"
I nodded, smiling
"It's always better if
you cum first," he said in explanation, stretching out on top of me with our limp cocks safely out of harm's way.
"It lasts longer and you enjoy it more."
"Good," I sighed, not at
all sure I was up to it.
"You done it before?"
Raz whispered a little later as he fondled my now half hard-on.
"No, never." I
"You're a virgin!" he
" 'Spose so," I
"Brill! Leave it all to
"You done it much?" I
"Sort of. I do it with
my mate next door. He's from Ghana. Got a big dick, and hair! 'Friday night Special' we call it," he
I looked at
" 'Cause I sleep over at
his house on Friday nights," he explained. Then, staring at me seriously, added, "You won't tell, will
" 'Course not," I
"Good. Only my cousins
won't do it. Think it's dirty or something."
My dick hardened as I
pictured the two of them together, Raz's olive skin against what I assume was his mates ebony. It also explained
the ease with which his ring opened to my fingers.
"That got you going,
didn't it!" Raz giggled as my erection made its presence felt.
He leaned in and kissed
me, lightly at first, but then with increased passion, his tongue searching mine out. Squirming over, he spread
himself on top of me, letting his whole weight rest on my chest. As he kept up the kissing, he wriggled about,
massaging my body with his silky-smooth skin, letting his hands caress me, his excitement increased rapidly, a low,
feral moan accompanying his every move. Before long he was totally blitzed, his arousal intense and passionate,
completely oblivious to everything except the need to satisfy his desire. He changed from the meek, almost
submissive boy he'd just been to a passion-driven satyr, desperate for sexual gratification. I let myself be
absorbed into his world, revelling in his youthful exuberance and total commitment to enjoying
He pulled me over onto
my side, his hands raking up and down my back as he kissed me. They came to rest on my butt, a finger pressing on
I felt the cold paste
smeared in between my cheeks and the finger replaced instantly. There was no subtlety. No finesse; with a solid
push, his finger forced its way inside me. There was just a flash of pain as he gained entry, evaporating before I
could react. Then there were two fingers wriggling about.
We hugged tightly, tears
leaking from my eyes, tears of joy, happiness and sheer carnal lust as the amazing sensation flooded through
"Knees," Raz growled.
"And bend down."
I did as I was told.
Feeling a bit ludicrous, hunched over on my bed with my arse in the air. I waited nervously for what was going to
happen next. Raz pulled my cheeks apart and rested his dick against my ring. Holding me firmly, he leaned in. With
an almost audible pop, he broke through the barrier and in one smooth move slid all the way down, his balls coming
to rest against my arse.
"Oh fuck!" I heard Raz
groan, obviously pleased with himself. "Oh bloody fuck!"
I knew his cock was big,
but once buried inside me, it felt gigantic, seemingly filling my whole inside with a hot, amazingly erotic
"Jesus!" I moaned, head
buried in my pillow. I'd imagined being screwed before, but experiencing it was something else. As he drove in and
out, I wallowed in the delight; not only mine, but vicariously Raz's as well.
Then he began to fuck me
seriously, patiently and deliberately, each thrust being accompanied by a sigh of pure ecstasy, his hands now on my
hips, pulling me into him tightly. Every time he bottomed out, a bolt of pure white energy exploded in my brain and
my dick throbbed even harder. Time and time again he dug into me, and just as I thought that I couldn't take much
more, he pulled out completely, leaving me feeling empty and frustrated, my mind demanding more.
"Over!" he said, pushing
me onto my back.
Without a moment's
hesitation, he threw my legs over his shoulders, aimed his cock at my hole again and re-inserted it hurriedly. The
was much better; he was deeper in me and attacking with an energy I couldn't believe. I clamped my legs around him
and urged him on, all self-control gone, and rutting like rabbits on heat.
He didn't last long. His
frantic bucking slowed down, and with two long, hard thrusts, he shot his load.
"Ooooh shit!" he yelled
as his body shuddered with the climax. I felt his dick spasm as he unloaded what was his second cum in half an
hour, each spurt forced out with a barely suppressed orgasmic groan.
His face was screwed up
in ecstasy, eyes tight closed and his chest heaving as he came down from what was an incredible high. He wasn't
done yet though. Pulling his cock out, he slapped me on the side and demanded, "Change over
Before I knew it, he was
underneath me, legs in the air and my pulsating rod aimed at his ring.
"In," he grimaced, "Get
it in quick."
Without a second's
thought, I pushed it home, entry being as easy as a knife through butter.
"Aaaah!" he sighed as he
felt me slip in. " Do it, do it!"
I didn't waste any time.
I hammered away at him like a man possessed, not giving a damn whether I was hurting him or not, my lust
superseding every other thought I may have had. Raz too was back on a high, his head thrashing about the pillow,
legs encasing me and fingernails clawing at my back. He clenched and unclenched his butt cheeks, milking me
rhythmically in perfect harmony with my thrusts.
There was no way I could
last. Already on the verge of shooting my bolt when Raz was screwing me, I managed just a dozen strokes before I
lost it. My back arched, my dick swelled to twice its size and I spurted out what must've been a gallon of cum into
I hadn't had such a
thorough workout since I last played soccer. Raz and I were coated in a sheen of perspiration, his hair matted and
chest heaving. It was all we could do to hold on to each other tenuously.
"Thanks!" Raz murmured
once he'd regained some strength. "That was bloody fantastic! What do you think?"
"Great!" I smiled at
him. "It was certainly different!"
"Yeah. Sorry about the
scratches. I go a bit mad sometimes, I just can't help it. I can make it last longer usually as well, but I was so
wound up by being with you that I couldn't do it. Next time it'll be better. And you can go
Despite the little
scratches I'd gained on my back and chest, I had in fact enjoyed it. Not something I'd want to do every day, but
once in a while would be good.
"Can I have a quick
shower?" Raz asked. "I stink!"
I showed him where it
was and re-made the bed as I waited my turn. The room also smelled of sex and sweat - not something my parents
would appreciate. A quick dose of air freshener and an open window soon cured that little problem - and an
understanding of why we used joss sticks at Ash's house!
Raz was still not
dressed when I came back from my shower, instead he was laid on the bed reading one of my books - one of the
'specials'. I sat beside him, reading it over his shoulder, noting with interest that he'd picked up 'The
"Any good?" he asked,
waving it at me.
"Yeah, I think so. Want
to borrow it?"
He dropped the book onto
the table and twisted round to look at me, grinning.
"Can I come round
again?" he asked, kissing me lightly. "I really like it here."
" 'Course you can. But
it isn't always easy to get the house to ourselves though."
"Great!" he beamed. "Can
we just lay here for a bit and rest?"
He was like Ash and me
in that respect. Once we'd satisfied ourselves, it was nice to relax together, embracing and caressing gently,
kissing once in a while. Almost too relaxing. Before long Raz had fallen asleep by my side, arms round me and one
leg thrown over mine. Taking advantage, I starred at his beautiful body. He was perfection personified, from the
top of his head to the tip of his toes. His now flaccid cock curved over his balls, showing no sign at all of its
recent abuse. In an odd sort of way I envied him; he enjoyed his sexuality for what it was - something which gave
him pleasure, to be taken as he wanted with no hang-ups. If he'd been three or four years older he might've been a
serious rival for Ash, once he'd lost that animal passion that took control of him. Whoever fell for him, and it
would have to be another boy, would be a very lucky person. Ash and I were in love, for which I counted my
blessings and I hoped Raz would find someone as good as him when the time came.
I kissed Raz's nipples
gently, causing him to wake up.
"Come on," I whispered.
"Time we made a move."
After he was dressed, he
dug into a pocket and pressed a small silver charm into my hand.
"Look after that for
me," he smiled. "It's an old custom we have. When friends part, you always give something to each other. Sort of
means you've got to meet again to get it back. I've got your book and you've got that."
As we parted company, I
whispered in his ear. Blushing slightly, he smacked me on the arm and said, "That'll be gone next time I have a
crap, stupid! But you can fill me up again!"
It was nice to be back in Ash's room, relaxed and
chatting about nothing in particular. Whenever we were apart, he wasn't ever far from my thoughts I'd come to
realise, it was as if a part of me was missing until we got together again, as we were now.
"How'd you get on with
Raz today?" he asked as we cleared away our college books.
I filled him in on most
of the details of our meeting, leaving out the most personal bits of it, the ones Ash may not appreciate being
"Got any battle scars?"
I took off my shirt and
showed him the scratches on my back and chest. Luckily none of them were deep - only superficial ones which were
already fading away.
"Told you," he laughed,
fingering the welts delicately. "Animal, yes?"
"Yeah," I agreed, hoping
he didn't ask me exactly what I was doing with Raz to earn them.
"So, you going to see
him again?" Ash asked, taking his shirt off.
"Don't know," I answered
honestly. "He wants to, but I told him how difficult it is. In any case, I don't think he goes short of anything!"
I added, smiling.
"No, you're probably
right." Ash said, "From what I hear, he's got quite a fan club."
Suddenly, I felt I
needed Ash, needed him close to me, to have his body next to mine, to have his arms round me. I put my round his
neck and kissed him tenderly. "Missed you," I whispered.
An hour later, after
we'd demonstrated our love for each other, I made my mind up that I wouldn't see Raz again, not alone anyway. He
was OK in most ways, but he wasn't really what I wanted, or needed come to that. With Raz, the sex was what he
wanted, and nothing else. He was young of course, and would hopefully grow out of it, but for the time being at
least, that was all he required.
In fact Ash and I saw
Raz quite a few times over the next months and had a good time with him. He never suggested our meeting again, much
to my relief, and seemed happy enough with the life he had.
The biggest surprise of
all came at the start of the following summer. Mum, dad and I were having a meal one night when they casually told
me that they were re-modelling the house. Apparently they'd decided to set up their own company, working from home.
This in effect meant that the ground floor would be converted into offices with the living accommodation moved
upstairs. The bonus as far as I was concerned was that they were going to convert the roof space over the double
garage into a self-contained flat for me!
I don't think the
conversion was absolutely essential, but in their own way, they were accepting that Ash and I had a long-term thing
going and were doing it for our benefit. They didn't go as far as buying a double bed for us though, but I did
notice that the two large singles they'd bought could be bolted together to make a double!
Ash was over the moon
when I told him about the flat and he took as much a part in the planning of it as I did. Looking back on it, my
parents never once commented on this; it was just assumed that Ash would move in at some point.
We spent hours trying to
work out how we could tell Ash's parents of our intentions, but we always came back to the same problem - how could
we live together without admitting that we were lovers?
The answer came most
unexpectedly. From the first day that we'd agreed to share the flat, Ash had decided that we would both stop
shaving our groins. For him this was a big step, admitting as it did the fact that we were now a couple and not
just two individuals. This pleased me more than I can say, as you can imagine as we both watched our pubic hair
grow back like two young teenagers comparing their first growth. By the time the flat was ready to move into, Ash
had a beautiful bush of black, silky-smooth hair in his crotch which made his naked body even more perfect in my
Perfect in my eyes, but
not his fathers. He accidentally walked in on Ash when he was having a shower and couldn't help but notice the
change in his son. Nothing was said, either then or later. Ash became more and more distracted as the days went by,
waiting for the inevitable confrontation with his father. It got so bad that he couldn't concentrate on anything,
he got ratty and bad tempered and refused to talk about it. In the end I simply had to do something for both our
Choosing a time when Ash
was working in the college library, I went to see his father.
Feeling as nervous as
ever I'd been, I knocked on his door and asked if we could talk. He looked at me unsmiling and asked me to sit
"I've asked Ash if he'd
like to share my flat with me," I began. "I hope you don't mind."
There was a pause. An
awful, pregnant silence as he looked at me steadily.
"You are good friends,
yes?" he asked at long last.
What he meant by 'good
friends', I'd got a good idea, but however he meant it, the answer was still the same.
"Yes," I said, with as
much feeling as I could.
"And Ashok has said he
wants to - err - share with you?"
Another pause as he
chose his words carefully.
"He isn't a boy any
more. He's almost a man, and he needs to have some independence. Some freedom. It is better he shares that freedom
with someone who he cares for very much, and can grow up with. I think you'll be good for each
And that was it. I
hadn't missed the double-edged comment about 'growing up', but that didn't matter. We'd successfully avoided the
issue about our true relationship, although he was perfectly aware of it.
I was so pleased that
he'd agreed to let Ash go, I almost lost self control and felt tears welling up. Rather hurriedly, I stood up and
shook his hand.
"Thank you. Thank you
very much," I said, unable to keep a tremor of emotion out of my voice.
Ash and I moved in two
weeks later, without any fuss or bother. My parents were quite happy with the situation and Ash's were as accepting
as they could be. Naturally, we have dropped out of the chakra group, although we still have Raz over to visit once
in a while. Now aged 15, he hasn't changed all that much as far as we can see. He enjoys the sex just as much as
ever and can still get over-excited. The only other significant change is that we now have Imran visit with us too,
another cousin who likes to have fun once in a while.