Date: Thu, 28 Oct 2010 07:34:15 +0530
From: Wohi wohanvi <wohiwohanvi@hotmail.com>
Subject: It didn't happen

It Didn't Happen

Wohi Wohanvi

Warning: This story contains scenes of men having sex with other men.
Readers who find that offensive should not read the story; neither should
those who are not 18 years of age yet.  Characters in the based are not
based on real life characters and the plot is purely fictional.  The
characters do not practice safe sex as the story is set in times when safe
sex was not considered essential for health.  Readers of the story should
know that unsafe sex is dangerous and can be lethal and are advised to
always practice safe sex.

The author would be grateful for your feedback at wohiwohanvi@hotmail.com

Author's note:

`Bhang' is made by grinding the petals and leaves of the Cannabis plant and
is mixed with milk to make a drink on the festival of Holi in India. The
drink is sweet, spicy and served chilled.  It is intoxicating but affects
the drinker differently than alcohol.  Bhang is supposed to free you from
anxiety, enhance positive feelings, tickles your nerves and puts most
people in a fun mood.  They feel sexually aroused; giggle; do things
compulsively and can go into some kind of a trance.  Respectable people
generally frown upon its consumption but on the festival of Holi many
people use Bhang in various forms.

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Vinod is married to my wife's older sister and is about 7 years older than
me.  Though not really related to me, in the Indian hierarchal family
system, I am supposed to think of him as an older brother.  That his wife
is the eldest sister and he got married to her, becoming part of her family
years before me gave him a higher standing in my wife's family.  All that
is fine but Vinod took this role too seriously often behaved
superciliously.

This didn't at all change the fact that he was a very attractive man with a
gorgeous, tennis player's body: long legs, flat stomach and powerful
shoulders. His body movements were graceful and he had a winning smile. I
found him sexy and failed to think of him as an older brother; not even
feeling guilty about it.  I enjoyed undressing him mentally.  Of course, I
kept these feelings buried deep inside me.

He was a boring man with a self congratulatory manner who always behaved
correctly and politely with a fixed smile on his face.  In family
gatherings and parties he always drank moderately and never got into the
back slapping, locker room humour mode himself.  We had some common friends
and met at parties but I never saw him let his hair down though he seemed
to enjoy being in the company of people who could. Gradually I began to
realize that he was a little repressed, afraid to express his
feelings. Once or twice in parties, pretending to be a little high I made
subtle though definite physical passes at him.  It didn't at all surprise
me that firmly and politely he stopped me.  However, my gaydar detected
something positive but faint that amused me in a cynical way; if Vinod felt
attraction for men, he would need a lifetime to acknowledge and then to
practice it.  And if he did, I would be the last man on earth he would
choose.

So this road led nowhere. I decided not to drop any more hints of my
intentions and behaved exactly the way husbands of younger sisters of your
wife were supposed to.  I did however note that he became aware of my
sexual orientations.  I, of course imagined, like all gay men, that Vinod
secretly desired me. Once again this impression was based on very faint
recordings on my gaydar though I didn't do anything at all about it.

The following incident happened when I was about 32.

Some common friends of mine decided to have an all boys party on Holi at
someone's house who offered to make the traditional milk drink with Bhang
dissolved in it. There were six of us, including Vinod.  I had never had
bhang before and was therefore curious.  The host's house was about 15
minutes drive and when I reached, other friends, including Vinod were
already there.

The milk drink was served chilled in small earthenware tumblers and tasted
quite good.  It was after consuming 6-7 of these tumblers of the drink that
we all started feeling a little light headed.  One friend started to giggle
constantly and unnecessarily. Another became a little thoughtful.  I found
the tips of my fingers tingling and my hearing enhanced; I felt everyone
was talking too loudly.

Vinod drank as much as others but it didn't seem to have any effect on him.
He sat there smiling politely and making small talk.  To be honest, I
didn't find consuming bhang in any way a remarkable experience.  Yes, I
felt a little high but that was just about all.  But to be fair, everyone
was in a good mood, chatting and laughing.

We had dinner and then one of the guests thought we should leave because he
was beginning to feel strange and wanted to reach home before he found he
could not drive.

Vinod lived on the way to my house and I offered to drop him.  Initially, I
had no problem driving except that my fingertips were tingling.  I asked
Vinod how he was feeling and he told me his mouth felt dry.  After five
minutes I found that I had missed a turning and was going on a road I
didn't need to.  I stopped the car and we both realized that we were not as
much in control of our senses as we had thought.  I turned back, driving
cautiously now and took the road to Vinod's house.  I wasn't too worried as
at that hour, in a small town, there was literally no traffic on side
roads.

I reached Vinod's house and parked the car in the porch and waited for him
to get off.  He just stayed in the seat and looked a little scared.  "I
think there is someone inside the house waiting to attack me".  I laughed
and told him not to be silly and that it was the Bhang.  Besides, I pointed
out, his wife would be there.

"My wife is not here these days.  She has gone to her mother's for a week.
And I am scared to go inside the house", he told me, looking visibly tense.
I got out of the car and going to his side, opened the door and offered to
go in with him.  He came out and I took his hand as we walked to the
entrance door.  He took the key out and I could see his hand was shaking.
As he opened the door he turned to me and said, looking at me, "You better
not come in".

"Why?" I answered, really surprised.

He looked into my eyes and said, "You know very well what I mean".  I was
completely taken aback and didn't know what to say.  Obviously he was more
consciously aware of the never-talked-about attraction between us than I
was and the discovery both shook as well as excited me.

While I was recovering from this, he went in but left the door ajar.  I
decided to go in, with no other motive than to see if he was okay.  What I
saw alarmed me.  He was there crouching behind a chair, trembling a little.
I went to him feeling a little alarmed and asked him what the matter was.
He said he felt there was someone in the house waiting to attack him.  I
then decided not to leave him alone and after locking the main door, I took
him to his bedroom and asked him to lie down.  I asked him he wanted to
change his clothes but he shook his head and asked me to sit with him till
he felt better.  I sat next to him and he held my hand.  He told me he was
still feeling anxious and afraid and held my hand tightly.

He then complained of feeling hot and so I asked him if I could help him
change into something light.  He just stared at me that I assumed to be a
yes and went into the bathroom to look.  I found a t shirt and a pair of
shorts and brought these back.  He was still lying in bed and had
unbuttoned his shirt all the way revealing a very nice chest, a flat
stomach with a line of dark hair disappearing into his trousers.  As I came
into the room he unbuckled his trousers and lowered these.  Underneath he
wore white briefs.

I handed over the t shirt and the shorts to him and avoided looking at him
thinking he might feel awkward changing in my presence.  I was in for a
surprise.  He took off his trousers as well as the briefs showing his soft
cock and a trimmed bush and with his shirt unbuttoned all the way he was
practically naked.  He then stood up and turned around showing his
perfectly shape ass and put the shorts on.  He took off his shirt and lay
in bed again bare-chested.  He then asked me to fetch him a glass of water.

Even though it was not obvious to me if he was sending me an invitation, I
was getting hard just looking at him undressed and lying in bed.  The
combination of bhang and Vinod lying half naked in bed was making me horny.
But I didn't feel confident enough to take a definite step.

I got him a drink of water and when I handed it over to him he asked me to
sit down.  I did, hoping my hard on wasn't too visible.  He sat, reclining
on his elbow and sipped water.  His naked torso looked sexy and I had to
restrain myself from touching him.  He still looked unwell and his eyes
were a little unfocused.  After taking a few sips he put the glass on the
side table and lay down again.

Suddenly he sat up again with a jerk and hugged himself.  His eyes were
full of fear and he again told me there was someone out there.  He then
clutched my arm and pleaded, "Please don't leave me alone".  In a reflex I
put my arm around his bare shoulders and hugged him, drawing him close to
me. He hugged me back.  I couldn't decide if he was actually that
frightened or he was trying to get me into bed.  What I knew was that I had
a raging hard on and was beginning to leak pre-cum in my shorts.  I was
ready to jump him but somehow restrained myself.  Guys like Vinod can make
a U turn all of a sudden, pretending to be horrified.

I decided that enough was enough.  Very calmly I told him that I won't
leave till he was feeling okay and that he should lie down and let me lie
next to him.  I then pushed his back to his pillow and slipping my sandals
off I climbed into bed and laid next to him and put a comforting arm on his
chest.  I told him to close his eyes and try to sleep.

He turned on his side, his back towards me and taking my hand in his hand,
placed my arm around his waist.  Quietly I unbuckled my belt and unzipping
my trousers, lowered it along with my briefs, freeing my rigid cock.  It
was now leaking huge amounts of precum.

I slowly lowered my hand wrapped around Vinod and touched the waistband of
his shorts.  Vinod just lay there.  Tugging at the draw string I opened it
and tried to pull his shorts down.  Vinod didn't resist.  I then slipped my
hand inside and touched his cock and was delighted to find it was already
semi hard.  I held it gently and pressed lightly.  It started getting
harder and soon it was erect.  For me there was now no going back.  I
tugged at the shorts with a little more confidence and meeting no
resistance, removed it.  Vinod now lay totally naked – all six feet of a
firm and supple body, moderately hairy. His cock now standing freely, the
skin pulled back from the head.  He had put one of his hands across his
face, avoiding eye contact with me.  Not to say it bothered me.

I bent and taking the head of his cock into my mouth began to suck it
gently, moving my tongue around the ridge.  He moaned softly and arching
his body slightly and his body went rigid.  Holding the thick shaft I went
to work on his cock that tasted fresh and clean in my mouth.

My tongue then started licking the shaft and went down to his tight balls,
travelling further down in the crack.  I turned him on the side and finally
my tongue found its destination.  I placed the tongue on the tiny hole and
began licking it.  Vinod reacted the way everyone does on being rimmed the
first time: with unexpected pleasure.  There was a faint "ah" and then a
moan.

His cock was now really hard and I held it in my hand, stroking it gently
but continued to wet his hole with my saliva, trying to prove with my hot
tongue.  His ass was round and firm and wonderful to touch.  My cock was so
hard now it was aching and was now desperate to enter Vinod's pussy.

I spat on my fingers and smeared the saliva on the head of my cock that was
already covered with precum.  I then placed the tip on the hole and pressed
gently. As I expected, nothing happened.  This hole had never been entered
before, I knew for sure and I would not be able to access it without
causing pain.  I didn't want him to get put off by the pain and ask me to
stop.  I got off the bed and went into the bathroom to look for something
that cold be used as lubricant.  Right there on the shelf was a jar of
Vaseline that I grabbed and returned to the bed.  Vinod lay exactly in the
same position that reassured me.

I returned to the bed and putting a blob of Vaseline on my index finger I
put it on his hole and began to gently insert the finger.  Without mush
difficultly the finger went in.  The inside was deliciously warm and moist.
I kept the pressure on and soon I reached the tight sphincter.  My finger
gently probed that and in a reflex, Vinod tightened the muscle.  I told him
to relax and inserted my finger deeper and turning it around lubricated the
sides.

Taking my finger out I again placed the swollen head on my steel hard cock
on the hole and pressed with some determination.  I felt the head reach the
tight ring.  I took a deep breath and lunged and could feel the head pop
in.  Vinod cried out in pain but before he could react, I pushed further,
making my shaft slide inside as deep as I could.  I was now home, my shaft
being gripped very tightly by the walls of his chute.

Vinod was now quiet though I could sense the tension in his body.  I held
my position, feeling my cock get even harder surrounded by the warm
velevety feel of Vinod's pussy.  I couldn't believe I was fucking him in
his own bed.

After giving him a minute or so, I pushed further and eventually the entire
length of my huge, thick cock was swallowed by Vinod's hole.  I explored
with my hand and felt my pubes against his ass cheeks.  The feeling of
being inside Vinod was incredible; tight, hot and moist, it gripped my cock
like a glove and my cock felt huge.

I began to fuck Vinod sliding my cock in and out of his hole slowly.  The
feeling was so fantastic that I couldn't help moaning.  I turned him on his
stomach and nailed him down with my weight, my cock going in very deep into
his seemingly bottomless hole.  He was quiet, lying there without moving,
letting his ass to be drilled by me.  I was resting my weight on my hands
on bed and fucked him by thrusting my pelvis forward and back.

I decided not to increase the pace.  I did however spread his legs further
apart pushing them with my knees, making more space to move in and out.
After being fucked for about five minutes Vinod raised his ass, resting his
weight on his knees.  I put one of my hands around his waist and held his
cock that was hard and leaking pre cum.  I began stroking it as I continued
to fuck his ass.

I got bolder as I fucked him and then taking my cock out of his pussy I
turned him around, making him lie on his back and placing his long legs on
my shoulders, guided my hard Vaseline covered cock to his hole and pushed.
The cock was swallowed by his hot, eager pussy once again and I began to
fuck him a little harder.  Vinod was moaning softly and held me tightly
around my waist with his hands.  I could feel his hard cock pressed between
our bodies, getting rubbed as I fucked.

He began moaning loudly and began to scratch my back.  He also was biting
my shoulders.  My body was now covered with sweat as I concentrated on
moving my cock in and out at a pace that gave both of us maximum pleasure.
His pussy still gripped my thick cock tightly.  It was deliciously hot
inside.

And then his body tensed and his nails dug into my back really hard and he
bit my shoulder sharply.  Before I knew it, he came and I could feel his
warm sticky cum on my stomach.  I pushed my cock in really deep and began
slamming his ass, also wanting to come.  In a few minutes I too emptied my
balls filling him with my load and collapsed.  I was breathing hard and my
body was covered with sweat.  I felt drained and wonderful.  I wanted to
keep my still hard cock inside him but he began to get restless and made me
take it out.  He then got up and went to the bathroom.  I heard water
running; he was probably cleaning himself.

I just lay there with a slight smile on my face and wondered if Vinod would
let me fuck him again.  People like him can go back into the closet very
quickly.  I felt reassured when he returned and instead of putting his
clothes on, he lay next to me, almost touching me.  We were both silent and
I pressed my thigh lightly against his.  He didn't move his leg and so I
just kept it in contact with his leg.

A minute later, he turned on his side, his back to me and his ass sticking
out.  I silently said, "Wow" and also turned on my side facing his back and
began to play with my cock that responded quickly and soon got hard.  Vinod
put his hand behind him and groped for my cock.  I took his hand in mine
and directed it to my rock hard cock.

Vinod stroked it; trying to get a feel of someone else's cock.  I let him
explore, getting aroused by it.  I then put my hand under his knee and
raised his leg, pushing it towards his shoulder.  He didn't object. I then
moved myself towards him and touched his hole that was now moist.  I pushed
my finger in and found it was lubricated well.  I then placed the head of
my swollen cock on it and very gently started pushing it in.  The raised
leg made it easier for my cock to enter his pussy and soon I was home.

Holding him tight by his waist, I started fucking him again.  He placed his
hand on mine and gripped it.  His body was now more relaxed and the faint
sounds he was making were of satisfaction and pleasure.  I fucked him
gently for a long time, going in deep into his hot and sweet hole.  My huge
size wasn't giving him any discomfort and he took it like a man.  His chute
was smooth and held my shaft tight.  I felt really great and my cock felt
like it was in a deep well of hot honey.

As I continued to fuck my cock got harder and although each stroke gave
tremendous pleasure, I didn't feel I was close to climax; I went on and on,
feeling wonderful.  It must have been over twenty minutes that without any
warning I felt I was about to come.  I quickened my pace, my cock wanting
to go deeper and deeper into the chute and then my balls tightened and I
exploded.  Well, it felt like an explosion and my cum filled Vinod's pussy,
some of it leaking out.

I was breathing hard and held on to Vinod's body, my still hard cock
pumping cum in spurts and then everything was still.  My cock was still in
the well of hot honey and I wished I could stay there forever.

I took out my cock that was still hard and red and glistening with my own
cum.  On an impulse I pushed it back into Vinod's hole, savouring the hot
moist feeling of being inside his pussy.  I kept sliding my cock gently in
and out, the head of the cock still receiving pleasure from the friction
though my balls were now empty.

Vinod seemed to have enjoyed being fucked as I was hoping he would.  His
body communicated his feelings of satisfaction quite clearly.  Mentally
however I was prepared to take the experience as a one-time thing but
decided to make the most of it!  Instead of getting up I began stroking his
body, moving my hands slowly over the contours enjoying the firmness of his
flesh.  There was nothing obviously suggestive in the way my hands moved
and he seemed to enjoy it.  Stroking his tight bubble butt was particularly
enjoyable and I did it for a long time.

Suddenly he turned towards me and putting his leg over mine, hugged me.
His face was inches away from mine and could feel his hot breath. I could
also sense his cock getting hard again. In turn I put my hand around his
waist and hugged him tightly, feeling my own cock beginning to stir,
rubbing against his.  I also pushed my leg between his legs as I hugged him
more tightly.  I was rapidly getting hard once again. I rubbed my cock
against his for a while and within minutes my cock was rock hard, eager to
fuck again.

By now neither of us was pretending to be doing what we were doing under
the influence of Bhang and I felt there was no need for me to be cautious
in my approach.  Boldly, I lifted Vinod's legs by placing my hands under
his knees and bent them towards his chest till his knees almost touched his
shoulders.  His ass was raised and his hole was clearly visible, red and
moist and invitingly dark from inside.

My cock gave a twitch at the sight and without delay I placed its hard tip
at the entrance and pushed and in front of my eyes, it sank into the hot
and smooth hole.  Vinod's pussy gripped my throbbing cock tightly, its
moist heat making me want to come almost immediately.  Soon the eight inch
shaft was buried into the hole, my bush touching Vinod's ass cheeks.

Sitting on my knees I fucked him slowly, watching my glistening cock come
out and then go back into the fully stretched hole.  I was in no hurry and
was savouring every stroke.  My cock felt bigger and harder as it drilled
Vinod's hole.  Once or twice I took out the entire cock and looked at the
gaping hole.  It looked moist and red and eager to take back my cock.  I
inserted my finger deep into the hole and heard Vinod groan.  My cock soon
replaced the finger and I resumed drilling the hole, slow and steady.

I touched Vinod's cock.  It was hard and leaking pre cum.  When I tried to
stroke it, he removed my hand; he wanted to reach the climax on his own, it
seemed.  It was evident he was enjoying himself.  There was no doubt in my
mind he was getting fucked for the first time in his life.  But he was a
natural and I was wondering why he had resisted it so long.  Mentally I
shrugged my shoulders and continued to enjoy my good luck.  Knowing that it
was perfectly possible for Vinod to go back into a self denial mode, I
decided to make most of the opportunity and started fucking him hard.

Vinod lowered his legs and wrapped them around my waist, gripping me tight.
I leaned forward and he put his hands around my back, pulling me towards
hm.  I started slamming my cock with extra force, making him cry out each
time I was into his tight hole that seemed bottomless and yielded to my
cock's assaults. He had surrendered to my domination and his body was under
my control, I felt; my hard cock controlling it.

I wish I could continue for a long time but I could sense the climax
building inside me, bringing me to the brink.  I tried to hold on but the
hot, tight and sweetly moist hole finally won, making me shoot huge amounts
of cum into the bottomless pit.  I cried out aloud as I came, trying
desperately to go on moving my still hard cock pumping its load and feeling
I was in heaven.  I came and came and with a final shudder, collapsed on
him, my cock partially buried into Vinod's pussy oozing some of my cum.

I didn't want to get up and certainly didn't want to take my cock out of
the hot pussy that still gripped my cock.  I could sense Vinod tightening
his muscles, squeezing my cock while he hugged me tightly.  I was covered
with sweat, panting.  The climax was really intense.

The room was very quiet.  I finally got up and went to the bathroom and
washed myself.  My soft cock ached slightly.  I looked into the mirror and
couldn't believe that my face didn't show anything of what I had just
experienced.  I looked at the watch and realized it was really late.  I
returned to the room and quickly put back my clothes.  Vinod too had put
his shorts and t shirt on and was sitting on the bed.

I mumbled something about getting late.  Vinod didn't say anything but got
up and walked me to the main door.  As I turned to say goodnight to him, he
came and hugged me and his hand gripped my cock.  I stood there surprised
at his boldness.  He unzipped my trousers and with single mindedness took
out my limp cock out and started to stroke it.  Before I could recover, he
sat down on his knees and took my cock in his mouth.  I nearly screamed
with shock and of course pleasure.  I just stood there frozen, my mouth
slightly open, as he sucked me.  For the fourth time, I got hard; so hard
that it ached.  Vinod held the shaft in one hand as his mouth sucked the
head, his tongue rolling around.  I closed my eyes and surrendered to what
was being done to my cock, my hand in his hair, pressing it.

And then he stood up breathing hard, his lips red and wet and whispered,
"Fuck me".  I didn't really need any invitation.  My cock was rock hard,
eager to plunder Vinod's pussy again.  I turned him around roughly and with
one swift jerk, tried to lower his shorts.  It didn't go down and I tugged
hard and the drawstring broke, the shorts falling around his ankles.  I
pushed him against the wall next to the door and without taking off my
trousers, spread his ass cheeks with my hands and placing my cock between
the crack, gave a shove.  I missed the target and then Vinod guided it with
his hand, placing it against his hole.  I clenched my teeth and without
thinking of Vinod, shoved really hard.  Vinod cried out in pain but I had
gone in, all the way, feeling the familiar warmth and the tightness of his
pussy.

He placed his hands on the wall for support and spread his legs, pushing
his ass out.  I bent my knees slightly to stabilize my position and began
fucking him savagely.  My thick cock would ram into his pussy, making him
cry out and then I would withdraw it almost completely only to go back
quickly and ruthlessly.  I was aware his tight hole was getting chafed but
didn't care. I fucked him really hard, placing my hands on his shoulders.
I remained fully dressed; only my cock was out fucking him like he was some
whore.

It didn't last very long and after a final thrust, I came inside him,
gasping and shuddering.  I kept moving my cock in and out and most of the
cum leaked out of his hole that looked ravaged.  It was a deeply satisfying
but exhausting fuck and felt like a conquest.  The light above the entrance
door was on and I could see that his hole was a little inflamed near the
edges.  It was open and cum was still leaking out.  Vinod pulled up his
shorts and held it there with his hand.

Without saying a word, I zipped my trousers and stepped out of the door.  I
sat in the car and waited till my breathing had become normal.  I heard
Vinod lock the door from inside.

I reached home feeling a bit exhausted. My wife woke up when I lay down in
bed and I told her I was with Vinod as he was sick.  Well, it was partly
true.  I couldn't sleep for a long time, feeling restless and wondering if
what happened tonight would lead to something.

I met Vinod again perhaps after a couple of months in a family gathering
and he behaved as if nothing had happened.  I wasn't surprised.
Considering how we were related, it was inevitable that we would bump into
each other.  We also had common friends and so we met each other again and
again. I could detect nothing in his behaviour to suggest that anything at
all had happened between us.  I got the message and didn't even try to find
out.  I thought it was a pity; we could have continued and no one would
ever suspect and it would be so natural for both of us to meet but then,
such is life.

Six months after that night I had just come out of the shower that the
phone rang.  It was Vinod.  He made polite conversation, enquiring about my
parents' health telling me about the politics at his office.  I was
beginning to get impatient.  It was 7pm and I had to go and meet a few
friends.  I was wondering when he would come to the point.  And then he
told me casually that his wife had gone away to be with her mother and he
was alone, getting bored.  My heart began to beat faster and I gripped the
receiver in my hand but didn't say anything.  And then after a pause he
said hesitatingly, "I was wondering if you were free later in the evening
and would like to drop in for a drink".

I took a deep breath, feeling my cock getting a little hard and said
politely that yes, I would.



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