Date: Tue, 24 Nov 2009 18:50:39 -0800 (PST)
From: Peder Pederson <pederdagreat@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Tree, Chapter 5

V
Blooming


	Harish and Rebecca saw each other more and more. They explored each
other's and their own sexuality in innumerable and sensual ways. They
talked about nearly everything. Jim had asked when they were going to live
together. That had never come up! They never talked about that. Rebecca
never talked about her family other than to admit that her father was in
business and her mother did volunteer work. Harish assumed that they were
well off--as, indeed, they were. But that was a strange and avoided gap.
	Towards the end of his second year--his last year--Rebecca had
mentioned that her parents were going on a vacation to the Caribbean for a
couple of weeks. Rebecca said that she had to check their house.
	"Where do they live?" Harish asked.
	"Here, in Madison," she admitted.
	"Here! In Madison?" Harish asked shocked. "Why didn't you ever tell
me?" he demanded.
	"Too complicated," she admitted, "besides my parents and I don't
see eye-to-eye about most everything. So . . . we conveniently avoid each
other."
	Harish could not imagine such a situation. He thought he knew
Rebecca!
	"Each of us have areas that are so private, we cannot share them,"
she said in answer to his muddled expression.
	"Yeah, you may be right. . . but family is so . . . . , "he thought
better of saying what was on his mind and stopped in mid sentence.
	"Anyway, would you like to go with me? I hate going into that house
alone."
	"Of course, I will"
	The Reynolds' house was spectacular in a reserved way. It reminded
Harish of one of the 'Stately Country Houses' he had seen in a book about
England! Set back from the road on a small rise the wide plot of land was
immaculately landscaped and kept.
	"Wow," said Harish, "This is a mansion!"
	"Yeah, a bit much, isn't it? And, entirely too big for two people."
	"Don't they have servants?" he inquired.
	"Yes, but they've given them a vacation," and added, "Finally!"
	They drove up the drive and stopped at the front door. "I have to
check the plants. They're more concerned about their plants than they are
of people!"
	Harish avoided any comment. The entered the house, Rebecca punched
a code into the alarm box and led him down a long hallway. They entered a
small conservatory, glassed in on two sides and filled with all manner of
exotic plants.
	"This is impressive," Harish stated.
	"It is meant to be," Rebecca answered. She checked the various
plants, went over to an electrical switch on the wall and flipped
it. Immediately a light spray of water filled the conservatory.
	"Hey!" Harish yelled, dashing to where Rebecca stood. "Trying to
drown me?"
	She smiled, "Sorry my love. I guess I wasn't thinking." She planted
a kiss on his mouth. "This place really gets to me," she admitted, "But,
with you here, it's bearable."
	Again she kissed him, but this time longer and with her erotically
charged flicking tongue. It imparted the reaction in Harish that she knew
it would, and he kissed her back with equal passion. She pressed her body
against his and started to grind her hips. Harish began to get a hard on,
as she knew he would. Kissing him, she reached down, between their bodies
and massaged his lengthening cock. Harish groaned.
	Without anymore preamble, Rebecca unzipped his pants, took out his
hardening cock, knelt down and began to suck it voraciously. Harish was
surprised by her urgency, but reveled in the feeling of her mouth on his
cock. She began to fuck his cock with her mouth, setting a brisk rhythm. He
looked down. He had learned to love the look of her luscious pink lips as
they slid back and forth the length of his thick, dark shaft. Her lips,
coupled with her flicking tongue sent him into paroxysms of unbridled
pleasure. He focused on the glistening shaft as it was covered and then
uncovered. Then, he began to thrust his hips forward in time with her
plunging mouth.
	"My God!" came a hoarse voice from behind him. Harish glanced over
his shoulder to see a well dressed middle aged couple standing in the
doorway to the conservatory. The woman blanched white with shock, the man
flushed with anger. Simultaneously, Rebecca drew back, glanced around
Harish's hips, blanched white, and stood up, trembling. Quickly, Harish
stuffed his cock back into his pants and zipped up.
	"What is going on here!" demanded the man.
	"Mommy . . . Daddy," Rebecca uttered out in a faltering, strained
voice.
	"Oh, God," Harish said to himself as he flushed, "Her parents!" He
was utterly mortified, dumbfounded! Never before had he been so
embarrassed!
	"WHY?" he screamed to himself.
	He didn't know what to do, but he knew that he must do something!
He took a step towards the couple.
	"Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds . . . I . . ."
	Before Harish could say anymore, Mr. Reynolds glared at him and
spat out, "I think you had better leave . . . NOW!"
	"Yes, sir," Harish meekly answered and glanced briefly into the
stricken face of Rebecca. The torment that he saw there filled him with
dread.
	Rebecca glanced quickly at Harish, and mouthed, "I'm sorry." Her
eyes were brimming with tears, her normally pink lips had taken on a bluish
tinge and were trembling.
	Harish quickly left the Reynolds home, walked quickly down the long
driveway and out of the massive gates. Twenty minutes later he arrived at a
bus stop and waited. His mind was in chaos! Vainly, he tried to organize
his emotions and what had happened. But, in the aftermath of That
traumatic, emotional experience, that shock, nothing made any sense!
	The next couple of days dropped like a shroud over Harish's
being. After he returned to his apartment that afternoon, he sat on the
stoop, waiting, in vain, for Rebecca to drive up to her apartment house.
	About 7:00, Jim walked up, saw Harish sitting there and the look of
utter despair on his face. "What's the matter with you?"
	"You wouldn't believe what happened!" stated Harish
	"Come on up stairs. I think you need to talk," commented Jim.
	Harish followed him up the stairs and into his apartment. He told
Jim about the whole horrific afternoon.
	"Jeeze! What a bummer," Jim said, and then as an afterthought,
"Don't worry, things will work themselves out. It isn't the end of the
world!"
	"Pretty near . . ." Harish said.
	The next morning Harish decided to skip his first class. He tried
to call Rebecca at 9:00--no answer. Leaving the building at 9:15, he
glanced across the street, but didn't see Rebecca's car. There were the
usual number of cars parked along the street and a large van in the middle
of the block.
	"Maybe she spent the night with her parents," he thought.
	That whole day he felt simply numb! He had to talk to Rebecca. Two
more times he tried to call her but no answer. Her answering machine must
have been turned off since that didn't even click in. He was dejected, in a
gray funk deeper than he had ever been in.
	Late that afternoon he walked to his building, after his last
class--still Rebecca's car was not to be seen. He had to crane his neck as
a large truck was slowly moving up the street, partially eclipsing his
view.
	"Where could she be?" he thought to himself.
	As he entered his building, he checked his mail box, as usual,
there were the assorted adverts and a plane white envelope with his name
written in a familiar script.
	"It's from Rebecca!" He tore open the envelope and drew out a
folded, simple, white card. 'Rebecca Reynolds' was engraved on the
front. He flipped it open and began to read:

"My Darling Harish,
	How can I ever explain to you how sorry I was about what happened
Sunday! The look on you face when you left ripped my heart apart. You know
that my parents and I didn't see eye to eye about almost everything. Well,
the 'scene' after you left was not to be believed! It really had nothing to
do you you personally, but it was horrific!
	My darling, I realize that you probably won't understand this!
However, I need some time to sort things out, time by myself, time away
from this place and to be far removed from my parents.
	To put it simply, I'm leaving (by the time you read this I will
have already left). You are a wonderful man, one whom I would want to spend
the rest of my life with. But, under the present circumstances, I'm no good
to anybody.
	I love you Harish.
				Forever, Rebecca"

	Harish was poleaxed! He was dumbstruck!


	He didn't know if he could finish the semester--but he did. He
didn't know if he could sit for his comprehensive or his orals--but he
did. He didn't think that he could walk across the stage to receive his
hood or his diploma--but he did! Harish learned that even though there are
horrendous emotional assaults on a person, the individual has a way of
coping and going forward. And, this Harish did.
	He graduated, with honors, not before hearing from a large
multi-national company--one of a number he interviewed with in his last
semester--that they wished to employ him. He would be a management trainee
for six months in the U.S. and then transferred to his home country,
Malaysia, where they were expanding. It was a great opportunity for Harish,
one that only had been dimmed by Rebecca's disappearance.
	The training program was on the east coast and the program was
rigorous. Harish immersed himself in the various tasks and
requirements. Being so busy was good for him--it occupied his time. He was
not completely alone. He still corresponded on a relatively regular basis
with Dick and some what less with Jim and Angela--they had married that
summer.


	He flew back to Malaysia in December. He had missed Dipavali, but
then he had missed it for three years. He was met at the airport by his
family who were in a festive mood, nonetheless. Harish was home!
	He found an adequate apartment in Kuala Lumpur and settled in to
his new digs and new job. Rebecca's memory was still vivid, but the pain of
her disappearance was lessening. He began to function normally.

	Later, that March - - - -
	"What did you think of the Hall?" came a question which shook him
from his reverie.
	"Pardon?" He glanced towards the source of the voice and saw the
'matsaleh.'
	"What did you think of the Hall? Quite beautiful, I think" the
young man said with a smile.
	"Yes, very impressive and the acoustics are quite good," Harish
replied also smiling.
	"If you're not waiting for some one . . . can I join you? I'm sort
of new in town."
	"Of course. Please, do," Harish said indicating the empty chair
across from him.
	He was vaguely familiar--brown hair slightly thinning, brown eyes,
full mustache over a broad smile, tall, appeared to be slightly muscular
and presented a relaxed, mellow demeanor.
	The 'matsaleh' took his coffee, and lowered himself into the
chair. "Please, forgive my rudeness, but I am rather new to this city
. . . ." then he reached his right hand over the small table to shake
Harish's hand, and continued, "I'm Brad Forsythe."
	Brad Forsythe!
	Harish was considerably taken back! "Who?" he asked,
unbelieving. Brad Forsythe, his old nemesis.
	"My name is Brad Forsythe," he repeated.
	Harish recovered enough to offer his hand, saying, "Hi, I'm
Harish. . ." and then added quickly, "You remember? Harish from Klang
School for Boys!" His face was an impassive mask.
	Now it was Brad's turn to be taken back! "Harish! . . . My God,
you've changed! You've gotten so much taller! I never would have recognized
you."
	Harish smiled wryly and threw a barb, "Yes, and my clothes are new,
now!" That was uncharacteristic of Harish, he knew it, but the sufferings
of an adolescent are not easily forgotten--e.g., the comment about his worn
underwear.
	Brad's smiling face clouded a bit. "Jeeze, it's great seeing you
again!" then added, "After all these years. I'm really pleased"
	The shock of meeting Brad, the history of their early association,
coupled with the trauma of Rebecca had engendered in Harish a spitefulness
that was completely out of character. It was understandable, and, happily,
it would fade away.
	Cooly and impassively, Harish slashed, "I'm sure you're pleased!"
He spat out the last word as if it were a bitter seed.
	Of course Brad was cognizant of how he had treated and teased
Harish when they were young. As he looked back on those days, he did so
with some regret.
	After an uncomfortable pause in their brief conversation, Brad
began, "Look, Harish, I guess . . . No . . . I know I was a real ass hole
. . . I'm sorry . . . I'm really sorry . . ." Brad's face mirrored his
absolute contrition.
	Seeing as well as realizing his discomfort and regret, Harish
quickly injected, "Brad, please forgive my rudeness . . . it was stupid of
me."
	"No, no . . ." he said with a wan smile, "I understand . . . We all
say and do stupid things. I guess that's part of the penalty of living."
	"Still it was unnecessary and unmannerly." Harish stated
emphatically.
	Brad smiled. Moments later his smile turned into a grin and he
said, "How do you do, I'm Brad Forsythe," and offered his hand.
	Taken back slightly, but instantly recognizing the intent, Harish
offered his hand, smiled broadly and said, "How do you do, I'm Harish A/L
Kumar."
	The ice was melting, but not altogether. That would take time. Yet,
they began to chat as acquaintances who had not seen each other for a time
would do. Harish told Brad of his years in America, his schooling at
Grinnell and Wisconsin, and of his new position. Then he asked Brad, "By
the way, can I ask what you are doing back in K. L.?"
	"Teaching," he answered with a smile.
	"Teaching?" Harish questioned, "What do you teach?"
	"I'm in special education at the International School."
	"Special education?"
	"Yes, special education is . . . " Brad began to explain.
	Harish raised a hand to halt, "No . . . I know what special
education is. I just never would have thought that you would have gone into
special education."
	Brad smiled knowingly, "Yeah, I guess it shocked a number of people
. . ."
	"How long have you been teaching?" asked Harish.
	"This is my first position."
	Trying to calculate years Harish asked, "You have your Master's
then?"
	"No, just my Bachelor's . . ." then with a grin, "Remember I'm not
as smart as you?"
	"Brad, as I remember," he stated with a chuckle, "You aren't dumb!"
	Brad smiled wistfully, and began to recount the past six years.
	"After Klang School, I went to university in Seattle. I was going
to be a lawyer. The first semester I met this girl, this wonderful girl. We
fell almost immediately in love. How she could have loved a guy like me I
couldn't understand. Her name was Kalanya." His face took on a wistful
expression. Looking up at Harish and smiling he continued, "Her mother was
a Tamil from Malaysia. Can you believe it? Her father was American. She was
beautiful . . . not just physically, although she was a knockout . . . but
she was an absolutely beautiful person. We got married at the end of our
Freshman year. Both of our parents thought that we should have waited
. . . maybe we should have . . . but we didn't. Almost immediately Kalanya
got pregnant. I guess we should have been more careful, but we were both
delighted. We had a little girl . . . we called her Sita . . . you know
from the Ramayana? Three months after Sita was born . . . " Tears filled
Brad's eyes,
 Harish frowned at this turn. "Kalanya was killed in a traffic accident
. . . " He hesitated, tears coursed down his face. He was unaware of them,
not bothering to wipe them away. "I thought I would die . . . In a way,
part of me did . . . If it wasn't for a great psychologist I would have
. . ." Suddenly he was aware of the tears, brushed them quickly away and
smiled wanly at Harish. "I almost didn't make it. I lost a lot of weight
went into depression. But, I had Sita. I took a year off and worked in a
local school as an assistant to the "special ed" teacher Then I went back
to university . . . I don't know something inside me changed . . . I dumped
the lawyer shit and went into Special Ed." He took a deep cleansing
breath. "I looked at different places to work, then the position at the
International School came up. So, here I am back in K. L."
	Lightly shaking his head, "God, Brad, that must have been horrible!
I'm so sorry for your loss."
	"Well, we manage."
	"Is Sita with you?"
	"Yes. Kalanya has relatives here. It's natural. And, besides, there
was never a question of us being separated. She's my daughter!" he ended
with a bright smile. "Well, enough of me! How's your life been Harish? Are
you married? Do you have a girlfriend?"
	Harish talked in more detail than normal, disclosing his story of
Rebecca--which in the light of Brad's story seemed almost petty in
comparison. Still, Brad was solicitous and understanding. They talked a
little longer.
	Then they exchanged phone numbers, shook hands again, this time
somewhat more warmly and each went their separate way home.
	"How Brad has changed," he thought as he taxied to his
apartment. "But I guess under those circumstances anyone would."
	Mid-week Harish called Brad's number and they made plans to meet
for dinner at "The Lotus" on Saturday. "I hope you can bring Sita?" Harish
asked.
	"Yes, I can . . . that would be nice."


	That Saturday, at 7:00 they both arrived at the restaurant.
	Brad was more voluble. "I can't believe you're on time," he chided
brightly.
	"You forget I was in America for six years . . . I did learn some
thing, How are you?" Harish parried with equal good grace. They both
laughed.
	Brad clasped the hand of his daughter, Sita. She was a pretty
child, dark hair, dark eyes a pretty pink rosebud mouth. She was animated,
not shy like so many children.
	"Sita, say 'Hello' to Encik Harish," Brad prodded.
	"Hello uncle," came the quick, bright reply.
	"Hello, young lady," Harish said. "She resembles you," he admitted
to Brad.
	"She looks more like her mother," came the reply as he lovingly
gazed at his daughter.
	The three sat, ate and chatted. Brad was pleased that Harish
included Sita in their conversation, asking her questions about school, her
friends and the like. This time their conversation was considerably more
relaxed than earlier.
	They met several times in the month that followed. Some times with
Sita, sometimes just the two of them and once with a couple of teachers
from Brad's school. Generally, their meetings were on the weekends. Both
Harish and Brad were quite busy during the week.
	Harish's company had leased a bungalow on the beach at Port Dickson
for its employees. Various groups would motor down from K. L. and spend the
weekend on the beach, relaxing. Harish had added his name to the waiting
list and when his name came up he called Brad and asked if he would like to
be his guest for the following weekend.
	"That would be great," Brad answered over the phone. "Besides," he
added, "Sita will be spending the weekend with her great aunt."
	"I've obtained a company car. I can pick you up at 5:30
Friday. Would that be convenient?" Harish was still rather formal with
Brad, but then that was part of his normal behavior.
	"Yeah, that would be fine. Do I need anything formal?" he queried.
	"Not unless you swim in a business suit," Harish quipped.
	"Got ya!" said Brad.


	Harish picked up Brad and they drove to Port Dickson, chatting
about their week--commenting on how some things like the skyline had
changed dramatically, while other things remained the same. They had become
rather comfortable and relaxed in each other's presence.
	The bungalow was spacious, containing four large bedrooms, all with
attached baths. Harish and Brad shared one of the rooms on the second
floor. It, like the others, was large, windows overlooking the Straits,
twin beds, a sofa, two chairs, a wardrobe and a spacious bathroom.
	"Almost five star," Harish commented.
	"Yeah, nice, and just a short dash to the beach," Brad observed.
	"Remember," Harish quipped, "This is Malaysia. No nude bathing."
	"Gotcha!" Brad answered with a nod.
	Dinner was served a half hour after they arrived. The company hired
a cook and a housekeeper for the bungalow who catered to the needs of the
guests. It was quite comfortable. After dinner they walked along the beach
and luxuriated in the brief hiatus from the stress of the work world.
	Later, as they prepared for bed, Harish slipped into a sarong to
change, and as before, at Klang School, Brad stripped to his shorts and
climbed into bed.
	"I see," Brad commented and nodding at Harish's sarong, "Some
things don't change."
	Harish chuckled, "Yes some things don't."
	Harish awoke first the next morning. Brad was still
sleeping. Quietly, he went into the bathroom, performed his morning
toilette, showered and walked into the bedroom with the large bath towel
wrapped about his waist. Brad was, by now awake.
	"Jeeze, it was great to sleep in this long," He said
stretching. "Usually Sita wakes up at 7:00! Wish I could teach her to sleep
longer!"
	"Some things are meant to be." Harish said with a laugh as he
slipped the sarong over his head to put on his briefs and Bermudas.
	Brad jumped out of bed, went into the bathroom, brushed his teeth,
shaved showered and was out in fifteen minutes.
	"That shower felt good," he stated entering the bedroom, drying his
hair with the towel. Otherwise, he was nude, as usual.
	Harish glanced up, noting his nudity and said, "Yep, some things
don't change!"
	They both laughed.
	Actually, somethings had changed, or at least Harish was now aware
of certain features that he hadn't been before. First, Brad was some what
slimmer. Before, at the Klang School for Boys Brad had been quite muscular,
at least for a seventeen year old. "He is," Harish thought, "still
muscular, but not as heavily muscled--more Apollo like." Secondly, Harish's
eyes lingered a bit longer on Brad's cock. He was aware of it from the
various times he had glimpsed it at the Klang School, and the two times
Harish had 'caught' him with those two underclassmen. But, now it seemed
more prominent as it swung over ample, low-hanging balls. Quickly he
averted his eyes and completed buckling his sandals.
	Brad noticed the scrutiny and acknowledged it, to himself.
	They swam all morning, ate lunch and again swam in the clear, warm
water 'til mid afternoon. Exhilarated, but a bit tired from the sustained
exercise, they both flopped on their beds an took refreshing naps.
	Later, that evening they were strolling on the beach reveling in
the salt air, the moist warmth and sharing all with a friend. "Let's get a
drink," Brad suggested nodding to a beach front bar.
	"Sure, but I've sworn of alcohol," Harish confessed.
	"Why?"
	"It makes me do strange things," Harish confessed.
	"Like how strange?" Brad prodded.
	Harish and Brad by now had begun to reveal to each other various
likes and dislikes, ever deepening layers of their being, so it was not
with great trepidation that Harish revealed the Grinnell experience.
	Brad snorted, "That wouldn't make me stop drinking!"
	"I don't imagine it would," Harish commented with a good-natured
wink.
	"You big shit!" Brad said, playfully punching Harish on the
shoulder.
	Both laughed and walked on.
	They had walked a considerable distance, well past the crowded
houses and small hotels. As the rounded a jutting pile of huge rocks, they
came upon an idyllic small cove. They sat down on the beach and quietly
listened to the waves rolling in.
	"This is great!" Brad said.
	"Yeah, perfect," Harish mumbled, then added, "Wish I had brought my
suit. I could go for a swim."
	"Me too . . . Hell! Let's swim," Brad declared, standing up and
peeling of his polo shirt, followed by his shorts and briefs. He stood nude
in the darkness, but close enough for Harish to see his body. "Hey, man,
this place is really deserted, besides it really dark . . . no moon. Don't
be a prick . . . come on strip and lets swim." Saying that Brad ran into
the water.
	"What the hell!" Harish thought and he too stripped and ran quickly
into the water.
	They swam around lazily for a few minutes. Then Brad found a clump
of seaweed and tossed it at Harish . . . missing him. Harish tossed it back
making a direct hit on Brad's head. Brad grabbed the seaweed and sprinted
the short distance to Harish and firmly planted the soggy weed on his head.
	One thing led to another and they were blithely wrestling in the
water--a mock battle of dominance. They twisted, they turned, they lunged
as would two water-borne stallions--each searching for an opening to assert
their dominance. At one point Brad dove under and came up behind Harish. He
grabbed him around the chest and tried to dunk him under the water. Their
bodies were in close contact. As a matter of fact Harish was aware of the
touch, aware of the contours of Brad's chest, belly and thighs as the
pressed against his back--all this in order to subdue him, to bring him
under his control.
	Harish was especially aware of Brad's soft cock and it brushed and
then pressed against his buttocks. The feeling, the awareness of the
contact, the experience of the contact of Brad's body against his sent a
shudder through Harish. He grabbed Brad's wrists and twisted out of the
position only to be again grabbed around the waist and drawn back--this
time facing Brad. It was a deadlock, a stalemate, a draw.
	Harish felt his dick collide with Brad's. The meeting of their
cocks created a spasm in Harish that he could not control. His dick began
to become erect . . . and . . . he could detect the same reaction in
Brad. Still Brad would not release him, struggling to triumph. Harish's
ever hardening cock became an embarrassment. He struggled vainly for
several minutes, then stopped in near exhaustion--equal in their strength
and determination. By now his cock was fully erect, and so, Harish could
feel, was Brad's. Both were panting. Both were looking into each other's
eyes. Both were trembling.
	Then Brad laid his head on Harish's shoulder and slowly and
sensually moved his hips and cock back and forth against Harish. Harish was
beginning to become erotically mesmerized by this action. Brad loosed one
of his hands, slipped it between the bodies and grasped Harish's hard
shaft. Again, Harish quivered. Gently Brad fondled his prick.
	The action was was not unanticipated, was not unwanted. Somewhere
in the back of Harish's mind was the knowledge that this contact was
desired, was demanded. His consciousness, disciplined by years of cultural
demands, was vaguely aware of this desire.  The external, physical battle
now moved inwards--the battle field was the mind. Without conscious
volition, Harish moved his hand downward, between the two bodies and
lightly grasped Brad's raging cock.  He began stroked it. They stood in the
water thus embraced for several seconds, reveling in each other's
closeness, feel and touch.
	Harish indulged himself in this sensuous, physical incident. Then
his mind asserted itself and he said to himself, "What am I doing?"
	Quickly he pushed Brad away, "I've got to go," he said out loud,
and raced for the beach where he hastily donned his clothes.


	Brad was confused for an instant, then slowly waded back to the
beach and put on his clothes and followed Harish. The walk back to the
bungalow was accomplished in thoughtful silence. Harish, especially carried
on a long debate with himself, finally arriving at certain important,
momentous conclusions.
	As they both lay in their beds staring up at the ceiling in silence
and in darkness, Brad spoke first, "I'm sorry I embarrassed you Harish."
	"I wasn't embarrassed."
	"Well, then, I'm sorry I upset you," came the reply.
	"I wasn't upset either," Harish uttered the little lie.
	"I'm sorry . . . I don't know why . . . I did that, . . . I didn't
plan it!" he articulated hesitantly.
	"Brad, there's nothing to be sorry about. It happened." Harish
could hear Brad's deep breathing punctuated by seconds of prolonged silence
and then an almost silent sob. "Don't worry about it Brad," he said softly.
	After a deep, gasping intake of air, "Forgive me . . . I'm sorry I
did that!."
	Harish replied slowly, with full knowledge and accepting certain
conclusions, "I'm not!"


	The many weeks that they had been in contact with each other, the
long hours of open frank talk had all but erased the negative memories
Harish had harbored about the past. They had been replaced by a growing
warm friendship. That, punctuated by the past twenty-four hours--especially
the sight of Brad's beautiful, pale nude body--had fired a desire in Harish
that he had not wanted to face before. The 'play' in the cove had primed
and triggered that yearning. And, the long silent walk back, during which
time Harish carried on an internal debate, brought that desire to a
head. Then, Brad's obvious present dispirited state released the
knowledge. He knew the thing that he now craved!
	Harish swung out of the bed and took the several steps over to
Brad's bed. Sitting on the edge he placed his hand gently on Brad's
chest. "Don't feel bad, I don't," he said tenderly.
	The touch of Harish's hand on his chest was an unexpected
shock. Brad opened his tear filled eyes to see Harish's calm beautiful face
looking into his. Confused, he blurted out, "Oh, God, Harish, ever since I
was a kid, part of me has wanted to be with you. I never thought we'd see
each other again. Then theses past weeks, after meeting you . . . has made
me so happy. Then tonight! I think I've ruined it!"
	Without responding Harish bent over, kissed away the tears from
Brad's eyes and then placed a warm tender kiss on his lips. Realizing the
import of that action, Brad's body began to quake with emotional
release--quiet sobbing--and he wrapped his arms around that beautiful brown
body, pulling it to him. He buried his face into Harish's shoulder and just
held him there.
	After a few minutes Harish could feel Brad's emotion
subsiding. Simultaneously he became aware of his own growing desire. In the
past, Harish had generally been the more passive one. Even with Rebecca, he
allowed her to initiate their love making. That is not to say that once he
had been suitably aroused he continued his passivity. Indeed, the opposite
was often true. However, now Harish became the initiator!
	Harish moved his hand on Brad's chest until it was positioned over
his pink aureole and erect nipple. Slowly he began to roll that little
button between his thumb and index finger. He became aware of Brad's
shifting mood and squeezed that hard nipple once or twice before tracing
his hand downward. He felt Brad's quick intake of breath as the latter
anticipated the next sensation. Lightly Harish massaged that brawny
abdomen's layered muscles. The searching, sensitized hand moved even lower,
under the waist band of the briefs, until his finger tips contacted that
mass of curly hair at the base of the belly. Again Brad gasped, but still
clung to Harish's torso.
	Slowly, deliberately, Harish encircled the now rigid shaft of
Brad's substantial cock and squeezed it lightly. Brad groaned! He moved his
warm, encircling fingers up the shaft and over the super-sensitive, bulging
head.
	"Ahhh!" exploded from Brad's lips as he released his hold around
Harish's chest and torqued his body from the sensation.
	Released from the encircling arms, Harish turned to face what his
hand held, gently eased the briefs downward, regrasped the upward pointing,
unyielding rod, bent over it and encircled the mushroom head with his hot,
moist lips. His tongue swirled round that domed form in his mouth. Each
powerful sensation was stored in his mind, indelibly. He reveled at the
feel of that cock-head in his mouth. He never imagined that it could feel
so exciting! After all, this was the first time for Harish!
	"Ohhhh, God!" gasped Brad.
	Harish lowered his head further, 'til nearly half of that big thing
was in his mouth and savored it as well. By now Brad's head was rolling
from side to side--a reaction to the delicious sensations Harish's mouth
engendered. Harish withdrew slightly, concentrating again on the
head--making a mental and sensual note of every contour, every sensation,
every reaction.
	Brad's emotionally drained condition was bringing him quickly, more
quickly than usual to the brink of release. He wanted it to last longer! He
quickly sat up, while at the same time he grasped Harish's head and lifted
it off his super-heated, super hard cock.
	Harish was mildly surprised. He looked into Brad's eyes.
	"That's fantastic! Where did you learn to do that?" Brad breathed
with a smile.
	Harish smiled too. And peacefully, with deliberation confessed,
"Well . . . if the truth is to be known . . . this is the first time . . ."
	"First time?" Brad queried, not really understanding the import of
Harish's statement.
	Still smiling, Harish replied calmly, "This is the first time I
have ever sucked a guy's cock."
	Brad's eyes widened as he gazed into Harish's eyes for a moment,
"The first time!"
	Harish smiled and nodded his head.
	The full significance dawned on Brad. He slowly shook his head as
he fully comprehended the revelation. "Oh, my beautiful Harish . . ." he
uttered, then bent forward and planted a long probing kiss on his lips.
	Harish wrapped his arms around Brad and drew him even closer.
	With an urgent need, Brad's hand fumbled in the folds of Harish's
sarong, seeking his hard cock. Harish gently pushed Brad away, stood up,
deftly undid the folded waist of the sarong and let it fall to the floor,
completely revealing his dark glistening body with its unbending,
outstanding cock in the dim light. Brad urgently reached around Harish's
hips, grasped his muscled ass-cheeks and drew that dark, pink-headed cock
into his mouth and lavished it with unbridled attention.
	In the dim light, Harish looked down as his dark cock disappeared
into Brad's mouth. The sensations of the hot, wet mouth of Brad sliding
down and over his cock was astounding! He thrust his hips forward, forcing
his cock deeper into Brad's throat. Thus coupled they occupied each other
for several minutes.
	Then Harish pulled back, gently forced Brad into a prone position
and laid beside him on the bed, in a sixty-nine position. Instantly both
plunged their mouths over the facing cocks. They squirmed and thrust as
they avidly sucked each other.
	They had both simultaneously rose to a level of near release. Then
Brad torqued his body, swung around and positioned Harish on his back in
the middle of the bed. Harish flashed a questioning glance to Brad.
	"Be still, my beautiful Har," he said as he fumbled in his shaving
kit on the bedside table, withdrawing a plastic bottle. He opened it and
squeezed a liberal amount of its contents into his hand and then anointed
Harish's cock with it. It was cool and slippery.
	There was the sound of a deep intake of breath across clenched
teeth from Harish. "That feels great!"
	Brad straddled Harish's thighs, squeezed another dollop of
lubricant into his hand, reached around his hips and slathered it on his
quaking asshole. Carefully he slipped a finger inside imparting part of the
lubricant on the interior of that tightly clenched opening.
	"What . . .?" began Harish.
	"Quiet, Har!" he gently commanded and then declared, "I want to sit
on you cock!" Saying that he shifted upward 'til his quivering asshole was
positioned over Harish's throbbing cock.
	"Lay still," he said, "Let me do it at my own speed."
	Harish complied.
	Brad clutched Harish's hard cock and began to rub its head back and
forth over that tightly pursed hole. The sensations was pleasant for
both. Brad felt small cosmic spasms engendered by the knowledge and the
touch of the big, glistening plum moving over his puckered asshole. Then he
bore down slightly so that the head exerted pressure on that opening. The
gates did not yield.
	Brad began to concentrate, breathed deeply and tried to forced
himself to relax. The oxygen flowing into his being through the deep
breathing caused that puckered, muscle opening to relax slightly--enough so
that Harish's cock-head popped inside. Brad gasped in surprise--there was a
strange admixture of pain and pleasure--as his up-to-now virgin asshole was
'deflowered.' He held his position a second or two until he became
accustomed to the strange but exciting sensation.
	The feeling of his cock entering that confining, hot hole brought a
deep sigh from Harish. He recalled the sensation when the trainer first sat
on his cock. In the dim light he concentrated on Brad's face. He noticed
that as his cock-head slipped passed the tightly muscled opening, a grimace
flashed across Brad's face.
	"Am I hurting you?" he asked, truly concerned.
	Brad opened his eyes and replied, "No . . . It just feels
. . . . so different." He continued to take deep breaths.
	Harish's eyes widened in disbelief. "Brad, has a guy ever fucked
you before?"
	Again concentrating, eyes shut, Brad shook his had slowly. Almost
immediately he detected a lessening in the firmness of Harish's cock.
	"Why . . . ?" Harish questioned.
	Quickly Brad placed his hand over Harish' mouth, "Shhhh! My
beautiful Har. You just gave me a wonderful gift, I want to return the
favor." With the realization that Harish's cock was not the raging rod it
had been a minute ago, but a somewhat softer muscle, still stiff, but now
not unyielding, Brad bore all the way down. Easily its length slipped past
that tense portal, the discomfort now was almost completely replaced with a
new and incredible sensation.
	Harish gasped at this unexpected movement and the feeling of his
cock now completely encased in Brad's hot ass. Brad slowly raised his torso
a short distance and bore down again. He established a slow sensual rhythm
in which his hot, virgin ass fucked Harish's cock. In no time that
insinuating cock was again rock hard and completely supercharged. Every
time Brad bore down, Harish tightened his buttocks thrusting his cock
upwards a bit. Each wallowed in the delightful sensations that they were
receiving and, also, in the pleasure that they knew they were also giving
the other. Their passion multiplied exponentially.
	Harish grasped Brads raging cock and began to fondle it with wanton
lust. "Can I tell you something?" he inquired.
	"Of course," Brad replied with a passion laden voice.
	"I would love to suck you and fuck you at the same time, . . . if
that were possible!"
	"Let's see if it is?"Brad said lifting himself off Harish's long
cock.
	Harish sat up and watched Brad as he took the pillow and folded it
in quarters. Laid back down on the bed, positioned the pillow under his
ass, elevating it and brought his flexed knees to his chest. His ass-hole
was exposed and inviting.
	"Now, crawl over here, my beautiful Tamil and shove that cock of
yours back into my ass," he commanded. Harish complied. His knees spread so
that they were on either side of the pillow, he carefully slipped his cock
back into Brad's voluptuous, tight fuck tunnel. Brad groaned, this time in
pleasure. Slowly Harish began moving his turgid cock in and out.
	"Now, can you bend over and suck my cock?" he asked.
	Harish had always been supple and relatively flexible. He arched
over dropped his head and was amazed that he could accommodate nearly half
the length of Brad's cock in his mouth. Slowly he fucked that steamy, hot
ass, and just as slowly he sucked that equally hot tumescent cock.
	Brad gasped, "Oh, my God. Nobody has ever done that to be before!"
Brad had had numerous same sex experiences while he was young, but the
incredible sensations of his ass being fucked and simultaneously his cock
being sucked was indescribably delicious!
	Thus engaged they brought each other to a roaring crescendo. Harish
lunged deep into Brad's ass and simultaneously Brad thrust his cock almost
totally into Harish's throat. Both groaned deeply. It was that primordial
utterance of absolute, cosmic release! Breathing quickened with the
undeniable urgency that was groin centered. The urge took control as both
raced towards the edge. Then that heavenly, cosmic explosion in which
nothing else matters except the release! Each flooded the other with
copious amounts of lustral cum. Harish nearly gagged as his mouth was
filled with Brad's hot cum. It was the thought nof his mouth being flooded
with another man's cum that caused the reaction. He suppressed the
reaction.
	They withdrew and Harish quickly went to the bathroom where he spit
out the viscuous fluid. He returned and laid, breathless next to Brad. Each
other reveling in their and their partner's afterglow.


	After a few minutes Brad chuckled, half out loud.
	"What's so funny?" Harish asked in mock chagrin.
	"I was just thinking that I've had a lot of guys suck me and I've
fucked a number too . . . . and I've sucked a couple . . . but never, NEVER
in my wildest dreams did I ever think that I'd let a guy fuck me!"
	"Can I ask you a question?"
	"Sure," Brad assented.
	"How did you know about . . . the pillow . . . and . . . stuff?"
	"Are you the jealous type?" Brad chided.
	"No, but you seemed to know what to do . . . and I thought . . . ,"
his voice trailed off.
	Brad snorted, "I fucked a guy once, years ago in K. L. who did that
. . . and while I was fucking him he said, 'you can suck my cock at the
same time, if you want to.' I didn't. I couldn't, but I didn't forget the
possibility!"
	"Lucky for me," laughed Harish.
	They simultaneously turned towards each other entwined their arms
and legs and quickly fell into a deep slumber. It was a slumber reserved
for lovers. That was what Harish and Brad were from that moment on.
	The next morning Brad awoke before Harish, disentangled himself and
went into the bathroom to shower. He was half through when the glass door
was opened and Harish stepped in.
	"Mind some company?" Harish questioned.
	"Love it!" Brad replied, planting a quick kiss on Harish's lips. He
gleefully adding, "What no sarong? You're naked . . . you wanton boy!"
	Harish smiled wryly, "I guess that's what happens when you consort
with a matsalleh!"
	The next day they arrived in K. L. late in the afternoon and
decided to have an early, light supper at The Lotus. It had become a
special place for them.