Date: Tue, 11 Nov 2003 20:19:31 -0800 (PST)
From: Dan Jonin <danjonin@yahoo.com>
Subject: Seduction enroute to Australia
I was 26 years old. I had just moved back from the US to
India after completing my Masters degree. Soon after, I
joined a Multinational Company. As a part of the induction,
I was sent to Australia to attend some technical training.
I loved going on these all expense-paid foreign trips, since
I could sometimes act upon some of my fantasies without
bumping into someone who knew me personally. I was still a
closeted gay guy, whose only indulgence in my home city was
looking at cute butts and bulges, and fantasizing about
getting my hands on them.
Anyways, I had a stop-over flight from New Delhi to
Australia via Singapore, and an eight hour layover. Reaching
in the wee hours of the morning, I was still drowsy from my
lack of sleep, and the beginnings of a jet-lag.
I was looking for a quiet lounge at the Changi Airport in
Singapore while in transit, hoping to catch up on my sleep,
when I saw this really cute Indian boy, who must have been
around 15-16, sitting on a clump of chairs near one of the
Airport coffee shops. He seemed as he was toned, his skin
looked really smooth, and had a cute dimple on his face.
He was looked at me as I approached, and I gathered, he was
wondering whether I too was Indian (I do look Indian, though
my skin tone is pretty fair by Indian standards), and maybe
while away his time chatting up.
My hormones started jumping, and my heart skipped a beat. I
mustered some courage and decided I had to start talking to
this cutie. I started by sitting down in the lounge, one
seat away from him. I got to know that he was from Mumbai,
and coincidentally was also going to Australia, on the same
flight as I. What a stroke off luck!! I found out that his
elder sister was in Sydney. She and his brother-in-law had
just moved a couple of visits, and now he was going to spend
his summer vacation with them.
He asked me what I did, and having exchanged formalities
with him, we settled down to trying to figure out how to
while away our time while we waited out the rest of the time
for our ongoing flight.
I suggested that we take the Singapore city tour, a free
tour organized by Changi Airport Authority, as a promotion.
We got our passports stamped and were hoarded into a waiting
bus outside the terminus, along with about 10 other such
passengers. I felt an electric shock down my spine, and
almost had an instant stiffy, when we sat together next to
each other, as his thigh touched mine. I didn't make any
attempt to move my leg away and nonchalantly spread my legs
a little wider so that I could press onto him a little
harder.
All the time, while we were in animated discussion about the
attractions that we were being taken to, I felt the warmth
of his legs brushing by mine. Suddenly the tourist bus
braked, and lurching forward from it, inadvertently I
grabbed onto my new found friends thigh. Feeling my hand on
him, he looked at me, and had a whisper of a smile,
comforting me that it was okay that I had put my hand there.
I left my hand linger on for a while, which he did not
resist, and moved it soon after, lest he thought that I was
coming on.
At one point, we disembarked to get onto a river-boat
through the canals of Singapore. Again we sat down together.
After about 15 minutes into the ride, I felt my friends hand
on my thigh. I almost came in my pants. The heady feeling
lasted for the rest of the journey.
Back at the airport lounge after the 2 hour tour, we got
talking about our personal lives. Since the experience I had
on the bus and river-boat, I gained some confidence about
steering the conversation to some more personal matters.
I asked whether he had any girlfriends, to which he coyly
said no. "Why", I asked, "a cute, handsome guy like him must
surely attract glances from girls and an attempt to get cozy
with him?" He just smiled and said that he wasn't
interested. In an attempt to corner him, I pressed on.
"What", I said, "how do you then get your off your rocks"?
Not being used to such direct questioning on his sexual
appetite, he seemed a little shocked; but my intent gaze and
a warm smile comforted him that I was trying to embarrass
him. He replied coyly, that he masturbated about 2-3 times a
day. I almost jizzed in my pants! I continued with my
questioning, "Well you must have at least fooled around with
other boys?" There was shell-shocked silence and a mix of
being taken aback, and curious on his face. "With guys?" he
said, "doesn't that make one gay?". "No I haven't". The
"Have you?" that followed almost came too quickly, which
gave me signals that he was very much interested in my
disposition.
I told him that I had a few experiences while growing up and
in college, but haven't really had sex with a guy before.
Now it was his turn to sit up, and show interest in the
conversation. He asked me how it happened. I decided to
tease him a little. I told him, "Hey you don't expect me to
tell you what all I have done, do you? This is a public
place; What if someone hears us? Also, whenever I think or
talk about those times, I seem to get a big boner, and that
surely becomes something that everyone would see, and would
seem a tad inappropriate, don't you think"? Almost
immediately, his cute lips puckered, and he said, "Awww,
please tell me. Please, please?". "And what about the
boner", I asked, knowing that he had deliberately skipped
mentioning that. He become incredibly shy again, lowered his
eyes, kinda stole a glance at my crotch, which made my dick
jump up in anticipation, and said "Listen, you can keep your
hand on top of it, or a newspaper .. please, please tell
me". I wasn't giving up. I asked him, "And what if you get a
hard-on"? He shifted a little uncomfortably. I looked down
at his crotch, and could definitely see a little bulge. He
had been sporting a hard-on for a while! He almost didn't
know where to look, when he realized that I knew he had a
stiffy. Not wanting him to feel uncomfortable, I just
continued, without soliciting any further answer to my
question.
"Well, let's see. When was the first time? Actually, I have
been interested in male anatomy since childhood. My first
time, I remember was when I was 8-9 years old. I had a
cousin about 6-7 with whom I used to fool around. We used to
hold each other's willies and squeeze them, and lick each
other's assholes. It was his idea. I remember getting
grossed out then, but my cousin used to enjoy doing it to
me, and I never complained. I remember looking at crotches
of young guys all the time. But the real stuff happened with
one of my soccer mates from my neighborhood.
I used to play a lot of soccer while growing up, when I was
about 15. I used to hang around with two other friends, and
we ended up spending most of our playing hours together. One
of them, who was a year younger than me, while playing in
his house, suggested that we measure each other's dicks. The
other guys, a real cutie, who was about 12 then, also
agreed. While I was the most reluctant, I finally gave in
also. So we all dropped our shorts, and after a few tugs
each were sporting a hard-on. The guy who was a year
younger, looked at my dick, and exclaimed that I was really
big; and thick. I was embarrassed, but my heart was jumping
all the same with pride. Without any warning, he suddenly
put his hand on my dick, and started stroking it, feeling
both the length and height of it. Using his middle finger
and thumb, he tried to measure the entire shaft length from
the bottom of my nuts to the tip of the forehead. I am
uncut, and my foreskin still didn't retract at that time.
But my cock did a little jump, to which both the guys
laughed. Soon, we were all feeling each other up, and
stroking each other. There was a lot of pre-cum oozing, the
heady smell in the entire room, and our eyes closed in
pleasure. We continued doing a lot of foreplay and circular
jack-off in the next couple of days, but never blew a load
for fear of our parents finding out.
One day, I called the younger of the two friends over home,
saying that I had some good porn stories in my house. He
came over, and we were in my room reading it up, when I put
my hands inside his shorts and started feeling up his balls,
and stroking his shaft. He didn't mind obviously. Since my
folks were home, we concluded quickly, and while he was
exiting the front door, I put my hand boldly on his package
from behind, and told him that "Now we can surely do this to
each other". From that day, we developed a special bonding.
One night while returning from a friend's party, I asked him
if he wanted to fool around. When he returned an
affirmative, I quickly turned the car to a quiet dark by-
lane. Turning off the engine, and waiting a while to ensure
that no one was around, we quickly pulled our trousers down
to our ankles, and started fondling each other. After about
15 minutes of doing so, I don't know what came over me, I
asked him, whether he wanted to blow each other. He just
said, "you first". So, I bent over, and saw a cock close-up
for the first time in my life, I let out a tentative lick,
and without knowing much, just gobbled up his dick in my
mouth, and started sucking. I used my tongue a lot and
seemed to give him a lot of pleasure, since he started
bucking his hips into my mouth, as I slid it up and down his
shaft. My own boner was raging by now, so after about a
minute of my first blowjob, I got up and told him it was his
turn now.
Oh, that was divine pleasure! The warmth of the mouth in
indescribable. Much better than any hand-job or masturbation
technique in this world! He tenderly sucked on my knob, and
then took his tongue down the side of the shaft till he
reached my balls, and back again to the top, till I almost
came. Seemed like an eternity, but we stopped in about a
minute. Don't know whether we felt guilty or not, but we
never talked about this incident with each other again.
Don't get me wrong. Not that we didn't do it again later.
Many times, but just that we never talked about or
acknowledged liking guys and doing stuff to each other.
I stopped. I was back in the real world again. For the
first time during this entire narrative, I looked over to my
new found friend at the Airport, to see how he was taking
it. He looked in a stupor. He had savored every word of
mine, and seemed enraptured in thought, and putting my
stories into vivid Technicolor fertile imagination in his
mind. I looked at his crotch, and now you could clearly make
out a full-blown hard-on. He was wearing surfer shorts, and
the shiny exterior of the fabric, I could clearly see the
entire outline of his dick-head and shaft. From the way it
was encased, I guessed he was wearing briefs too, but there
was a spot at the top, where his head was. He was oozing
precum, just listening to my story! "You'd better hide
that", I said. Interrupted with my comment, he looked at my
face and seeing me gazing at his crotch, he looked down to
realize his tool's demeanor. He suddenly blushed, and put
both his hands on his crotch and looked very embarrassed. I
pushed at this chance, and asked him whether he would like
to go to the Airport hotel to freshen up. Changi Airport is
phenomenally organized on these counts. They give rooms even
for a couple of hours, for people to change, wash-up or just
take a quick nap. We had more than 5 hours left in waiting
saga.
Maybe he thought that was the best escape from his
predicament. While I surely had seen his discomfiture, he
surely didn't want the entire Airport staring at him. A pre-
cum spot for some reason doesn't ever dry up easily! He
agreed eagerly. We picked up our hand-luggage and walked
over to the Airport hotel counter at the terminus. He
decided to hang on behind, while I completed the formalities
for taking a room for a couple of hours. He was very
conscious that he didn't want anyone to think that we both
were headed to the same room. It's funny how people react to
situations, always wanting to keep themselves and their
conduct to be held at the highest stead. In India, I guess,
most people are homophobic, gays and bisexual guys are
closeted, and gay-bi curious guys are definitely under the
rocks.
Anyways, so we trudged up to the elevators which took us to
the 6th floor where our room was. All throughout the walk to
the room, he was a safe 10 paces behind, maybe in a quandary
of whether this was the right thing to do. But I guess he
had taken a good liking to me, and was most definitely
interested in hearing the rest of my exploits, in the
private confines of a place, where nobody but us knew of the
effect I was having on him!
I dropped my bags in the room, as did he. My mind was racing
on how I should develop the next step. I had got him
comfortable and obviously turned on. Now what? I too had
never done this before. I was a confirmed closeted gay guy,
whose only exposure to gay sex was a few tentative and
furtive licks on cocks, and a lot of feeling up of cocks,
but nothing more. In fact, I hadn't even put anything apart
from a finger up my sweet arse. Very difficult proposition;
and it doesn't go in very deep. The sensation is very
intense, but then I never could figure out what else to put
in that would be the size of a cock and would go in deep.
There aren't any sex-shops in India that I know off that
sell dildos, so my experience too was very limited.
My reverie was broken with his soft voice asking me, whether
I would continue my story now. I looked over at him, and saw
that he had settled himself comfortably on the bed. He was
sitting up, but had his legs spread-out straight. I noticed
his milky white legs then. Very smooth, lightly tanned, and
the portion that I could see till his surfer shorts, very
sexy! I looked at his bulge. Amazingly enough it hadn't
subsided as yet. I guess at his age, I too had a permanent
boner! He seemed to have adjusted his crotch, because his
dick was now going up the opposite side. Must be his
comfortable side. Everyone has a side that they prefer to
the other.
I quickly thought that if I continued as he wanted, I would
only get more and more frustrated at seeing just the bulge
of a very sexy, sweet, innocent 15 year old, without getting
any further. So I decided to get a little bold. I already
knew my effects on him, and in my mind, I almost thought
that I could easily manipulate this kid into doing anything
that I wanted him to. Only cautiously. Ensuring that he
comfortable all the way. And he had to feel that he was
doing stuff off his own accord and because he wanted too.
Not being maneuvered. So, I told him that I was going to
take a shower. I was wearing Jeans and T-shirt, and though
not visible very clearly, I surely also had a boner all this
while, and had a phenomenal amount of precum staining my
Speedo-briefs. "I don't know about you", I ventured, "but I
have quite a stain on my underwear. I want to ensure that I
don't blow my load in it, since I don't have anything else
to wear, and an underwear-less 6 hour flight from Singapore
to Sydney, is not what I wanted. So, I am going to take a
shower and step into the bathrobe. Do you mind"? "Are you
going to be naked in it?", he asked innocently. "Yeah, but
I'll have a bath-robe on, right? It's not that I am parading
this place in the buff", I joked. He smiled. His divine
black eyes twinkled. Don't know if it was the thought of
just me being naked inside the bathrobe or something else he
had in mind?
Last step to shed all inhibitions. "Hey, maybe you should
also do the same? I saw the pre-cum on your shorts? Do don't
want your sister to see that when you get to Sydney, do you?
You can air the shorts using the hair-dryer in the bathroom?
And there are 2 bathrobes in there". He paled a little, but
not from fear, but I guess in his mind, this was the
ultimate in being naughty! Little did he know what I had in
mind? A silly chuckle escaped in my mind at the thought. He
thought for a split second, then agreed that it would indeed
be best. Listen, why don't you go on ahead, and I'll see
what I can rummage up from the fridge to eat and drink.
Anyway you need it more immediately. I don't yet have a spot
on my Jeans". Wicked, I thought. Manipulating things this
way! What the heck, it doesn't happen everyday. And all this
was very hot and stimulating. Extended foreplay!
He modestly trooped off into the bathroom, not wanting to
shed any of his articles in front of me. Soon after I heard
the shower being turned on. I quickly ran through the rest
off the plan in my head. How to get him to lose his clothes
in front of me? Step 1, get him naked in a bathrobe. Done.
"Hey", he called out from inside. "Will you please keep my
clothes outside? I don't want them to get damp with the
steam inside". "No problems". I went to the bathroom door,
where he had opened up a crack, and had his hand out handing
me his shorts and T-shirt. I noticed his briefs or whatever
was absconding. I chuckled. He must have taken my hair-dryer
idea seriously. I looked up beyond his hand into the
bathroom and a heavenly sight sent me to dizzying heights.
The bathroom mirror was right in my angle of vision.
Unknowingly, my cute friend was showing me his softest,
smoothest bubble-butt that I had ever seen! Oh, did I almost
cum then, or what? I lingered on to see what his frontage
had to offer, but decided to keep it for later. Incidentally
he had white briefs on. So I was right!
So, what's next in the `How to Guide in Making Someone Lose
Their Inhibitions?'. Well, get alcohol involved. Correct?
The mini-bar was amply stocked with all kinds. I didn't know
if our young friend was into hard liquor as yet, so I
decided to get some Beer. Heineken and Sam Adams. Adams it
was. The darker ale always gave me a buzz on an empty
stomach. Some Macademia nuts to go with, and some Pringles.
Enough. Having put my collection on the side-table, I
decided to gave my cutie a surprise when he came out. I took
off my Jeans and my T-shirt. While I don't have pecs, I am
pretty well toned. My soccer days had given me a pretty nice
looking body, smooth is what I kept it, and a tan that went
up to my waistline. I was wearing a shocking yellow Speedo-
brief. Very low-cut and very sexy. I shave my pubes, mostly
around my dick, with a slight V-patch at the top. Makes the
entire crotch area tingle with smoothness. I looked at
myself in the room body length mirror of the wardrobe. Quite
a sexy sight. I rubbed my crotch with one hand, and felt up
my nipples with the other. They are quite small, but perky
with this level of titillation. Oh, the feeling! My dick,
which had gone soft by now, was fast growing with
expectation again. I decided to sport a semi-hardon. Believe
me, in a Speedo, that is sexiest thing you can see in a guy.
Many a beaches I have been to, in that state, always drawing
stares, cautious, as well as direct, at my privates. Never
did anything, different matter. Time for things to change.
I sat myself down on the sofa, and started on a Beer. I had
called room-service in earlier, and got myself delivered a
couple of more bottles. 8 in all. Enough, I guess, to send
us both into a tizzy. I started thinking about the
proceedings off the day, and how we had got to the current
stage, whence I was sitting on the sofa in my underwear
waiting for a kid to come out after a shower, just in a
bathrobe. I got to the semi-hard state again, just right for
my young friend, when I heard the shower being turned off.
The sight of the kid in a white towel bathrobe, with wet
hair, walking out of the bathroom, made my cock throb in
anticipation. Expectantly, he seemed a little shocked to see
me sitting in my underwear. I stood up saying, "I think I
better get that shower too", noticing his eyes glued to my
dick and it's size. "Wh-what are you doing in your
underwear", he said. "My clothes, as well as yours, were
crushed, so I just gave them out to house-keeping for
ironing. Do you mind"? "Ohh", was all he could muster. I
opened up a bottle of Beer for him, and asked him to polish
of the snacks and Beer while I took the shower. For a kid of
15, he quickly took the bottle from my hand. I guess, he
started drinking early, and also that was a good thing to
do, rather than talk, when you don't know what to say to a
guy in his underwear in your room.
I kind of prolonged his discomfort a little, by hanging
around him a little more. My dick had grown a little more,
straining the sides of my underwear, which I saw him
noticing. Was it my imagination, or did a notice a little
tent underneath his robe? I walked on in to the bathroom,
but pushed the door, and it rested at a slightly ajar
position. Same position from where you could see the
bathroom mirror. In the bathroom, I took of my underwear and
nonchalantly started stroking my now really hard cock. With
my other hand I started stroking my balls, and let out a
slight moan. He must have heard it, because I suddenly saw
in the mirror, him looking into the bathroom from the `oh so
deliberate crack in the door'. I turned myself away from the
mirror, so that I couldn't see him anymore, but was sure
that he got a good side profile of mine, including my ever
increasing motion on my thick shaft. I am about 7.5 inches
long and pretty thick, with a venomous vein slithering down
the top portion of my member.
I was so horny that I decided to increase his agony. Playing
at his curiosity, I took some soap solution in my palms, I
started rubbing it all over my crotch, making the sliding
motion effortless, and driving me to another level of
ecstasy. I took a careless look at mirror, and saw his dick
now tenting real hard in his bathrobe. I had my guy. I
started walking towards the shower, and I heard the quick
shuffling of feet scurrying back to the sofa. I turned on
the shower, stayed under it for a while, willing the effect
of the masturbation and seeing myself being watched, away
from my throbbing member.
I rinsed myself off, and then still slightly wet, I wore the
remaining bathrobe, and loosely tied the strap on in the
front. When I came out, I saw my friend on his second drink,
trying to look busy with a magazine. I exclaimed, "Ah, that
feels really good. Warm water is so soothing". He said, "You
took an awful long time in there". So, he wanted me to admit
to masturbation, huh? "Yeah, I was remembering the times I
had with the guys I told you about, and got myself worked up
a little", I said with a wry smile and a wink. His cute
dimple became larger at the mention of that.
Soon, we got engaged in sundry conversation, and had
finished our third drink apiece. I could surely feel the
warmth of the Beer having effect on my body, and from the
kid's eyes, I could make out that he too was reeling a bit.
Out of the blue, he asked me "So, have you done anything
with any other guy, since the first time"?
"Yup, two times since", I said.
"Tell me what happened"?
"Ummm, I'm not sure I should be telling you all this stuff?
I might be leading, and I am not too sure if you interested
in the details", teasingly I said.
"No, no, it's OK. I want to know. I've never done
anything with anyone. I just wanted to know what it is
like".
"Well, with my friend, you know, it continued for a
while. Once he came over to my hostel, when I was in
engineering, once with two other guys. All of were dear
friends. You know how dorm rooms are. Really crampy.
Anyways, I had a rug in my room, and the other two friends
decided to sleep on the floor. My friend and I shared the
bed. What luck, eh? Anyways, while the other two went to
sleep, I felt my friend's hands on my dick. We both were
wearing shorts, which we pulled down, and soon enough he put
both our cocks together, one on top of another, and started
stroking me. While I was engrossed in this feeling, I
suddenly felt something wet going into my mouth. It was his
tongue. Gawd, was that a good feeling! My first frenchie! We
stroked ourselves to sleep that night. The next morning, the
other two friends decided to take a walk the campus. I
quickly latched the door from inside, and you should have
seen us. We were in each other's throat. My friend sat down
on the bed, and pulled my shorts down. And without saying
anything else, dove at my cock. Oh, that same warmth. He
used his tongue wonderfully on the underside of my cock.
Ooh, man was that hot. He had figured out this great
flicking technique, which just drove me to the edge. His
tongue laced my shaft, all the way to the bottom of my dick,
and took one of my balls in his mouth. That was it, I was
ready to come. He rolled my nut in his mouth, all the while
tonguing it. Then he came back to the dick-head, and started
taking the entire meat into his mouth. Crazy feeling that
is, I tell you. He slowly started pumping my dick in this
mouth, up and down, while holding onto the base of my cock.
I felt his other hand on my balls, caressing them, oh so
slowly. I wondered if my friend had been with anyone else,
whilst I was away in school, because, after the first time,
he seemed like a professional now. Deep throating was the
next thing I was introduced to, taking my entire 7.5 inch
dick in his mouth. I was in ecstasy land. Better than
anything else that I had done before. Soon after, I felt my
loins stirring and a gushy feeling at the bottom of my
stomach. I knew I was about to cum. There was no let-up
though. He continued pumping both with his hands and mouth.
My dick throbbed and became harder, at the first sign of the
searing cum jettisoning out from deep within. I came in some
many spurts, it's not funny. I think that was the greatest
load too. My body was writhing in pleasure. I opened my eyes
to see, cum dripping out of my friend's mouth, but he didn't
release his grip or mouth from my dick. As I completed the
last throes of my explosive ejaculation, he got up, and gave
me a French kiss. I didn't realize it until his tongue
tasted very salty and very thick. I was tasked my own cum.
Pretty nice, actually. I knew from that day on, that I was
hooked on to giving and getting head from guys."
All this while that I was speaking, I saw that my friend had
got back to his raging boner state. It was tenting in his
robe. I too had a huge hardon. Since my robe was looser than
his, my dick-head had actually slipped out from one side. He
was surely looking straight at my boner.
I told him, "Listen, I gotta take care off my boner, if you
know what I mean. All this talk and remembering my first few
times, has got me really hot. Please don't mind OK". Before
he could even answer, I was taking my robe off, and here I
was sitting in front of this cute kid, butt naked, with a
throbbing shaft, my ball sac really tight and precum oozing
out from the dick-head. He saw my entire length and just
blinked hard, his eyes wide, mesmerized. I started stroking
my dick, and feeling my ball-sac with one hand, while taking
another bottle of Beer with the other.
"Hey, you are really huge!", he said, almost gasping to
say something. His intense stare at my dick continued
unabashedly.
Taking the cue, I told him, "You're pretty big there too,
sport". As soon as he registered that I was now talking
about him, he became a little conscious.
"No, no, it's not as big as yours. Your's is very
nice".
"Hmmm, let me judge that for myself", I said. "Why don't you
take off your robe too"? I was telling myself, "Oh thank you
god, thank you, this is absolute bliss".
He didn't take off his robe, but parted the front. That
was heaven! A smooth chest, cutest pair of nipples, rosy. A
whiff of brown pubes at the top of his dick, and the
smoothest cock I have ever seen. Even his balls were totally
hairless. His balls were pretty huge, and they hung low. His
dick was not very thick, but an impressive 6 inches, for his
age. And it was rock hard, pointing straight at the ceiling.
"Very nice", I said. "I think you will grow some more, and
it already is pretty big for your age".
"Will it"?, he asked with such innocence that my heart
almost melted.
"Sure, how often do you jack-off? The more you do, the
longer it gets. Also, as you start having sex, that too
increases the size". He was uncut too, and the foreskin was
still on his dick-head, showing me only the piss-slit. "And
you have to start taking the foreskin as far back as
possible", I told him, knowingly.
"Oh, is that so. But, I've tried that. I can do it now,
but it still hurts. And it's really sensitive at the tip,
after I have taken it down. I thought it was a wrong thing
to do".
"You should try soap or some other lubricant while
masturbating".
"Yeah, I guess". Then he smiled coyly, and confessed
that he was watching me in the bathroom, using the soap.
When I told him, I knew, he didn't know where to look! Ah,
that expression! Worth the tease and discomfiture. I just
wanted to hug him and hold him in my arms. Now right now,
there will be time for that too.
"Tell me more", he said, feeling a little free that we
were both not ashamed anymore at looking at each other's
bodies.
I thought, what the heck, let me turn this guy on with my
escapades, and see what he does next.
"In my third year in engineering school, we had to go to
this far-off city in the boonies, to do our practical
industrial training. I ended up going to Gomia in Bihar,
where ICI's explosives factory was. There were students from
other schools also who had come there. There was this kid
from IIT-Delhi who had come there. Oh, he was heart-breaker.
Killer looks. Soft skin, and white as a peach. He has a
mischievous smile always, and soon became the prankster
within the group. Everyone liked him, but I had this extra
special liking for him. After the day, we used to go to the
`officer's club', where there was a pool. A few of us used
to dive in, with Beer bottles at the side. That was bliss.
We were getting paid pretty well as interns there, and we
had nothing else to blow up our stash, than in the officer's
club. This guy and I became pretty-good friends. We used to
take showers before getting into the pool, but unlike the
West (which I realized later when I was doing my Master's in
the US), we all wore our trunks while take showers. Since
the shower room was small, we had to take turns using it.
Once, the two of us got into a mock-fight on who would go in
first. We both were pushing against each other, trying to
get ourselves in through the door. After quite a bit of
jostling, we decided that we'll both take the shower
together. No biggie, since we were wearing trunks. But, our
man was the clean kinds. Every shower he took he had to use
soap. So, he got busy giving me, unknowingly, the greatest
ever wet-show. On this occasion, I was feeling really
naughty. When he turned around to put his hands inside his
trunks to wash his privates, I quickly took his trunks down
in one stroke. He turned around and gave me ample view of
his soft cock, all lathered with soap. He looked mad. I ran
out and jumped into the pool, leaving him to wash up and
gather up his trunks from around his knees. I was enjoying
myself in the pool, when he saw him come rushing out, to
exact revenge for my deed. I scampered all over the pool,
but he most definitely was a better swimmer than me. Soon he
had caught up with me, took hold of my head, and was dunking
me inside the water. Once inside, I didn't know what to do,
so I groped around to hold onto something to come up, and
guess what found his crotch. I just grabbed his package. Oh,
it felt so soft and silky, even through the trunks. The
pressure was enough that he let go off me, but not enough
for him to get out off my grab. As he struggled to get my
hand off, I squeezed his balls gently. I don't know if it
was just my imagination, but during the time that I had held
onto his package, it seemed to have grown bigger. Seeing
that getting a release was a futile exercise, he did the
next best thing. He too grabbed my balls. My dick was
already semi-hard, but with his touch it just started to
grow. For a while, I don't think he knew how to handle the
situation. I don't think he had held anyone's dick before,
and didn't know how to react to a holding a hard one. As he
held on, I massaged his balls and dick a little more in my
grasp, and lo and behold I felt him getting hard too. He
quickly released me, and swam away, maybe to give respite to
his hardon, and more importantly I think to ensure that
nobody saw the effect my grabbing had had on him. A couple
of nights later, we were all gathered in the dorm that the
company had provided, and decided to do a very teeny guy
thing. We hired a video and some cassettes to watch some
pornography. I was sitting next to this guy while we were
all watching. I was in shorts, and this guy was in his
pajamas. We were all feeling the effect of the movie in our
loins. This babe was being doggie-fucked by a young guy who
had a monster dick. Half-way through the movie, the lights
went off. Power-cut is a phenomenon you get used to growing
up in India. All the guys except the two of us, went up to
the roof to feel the cool breeze. It was pretty hot in
summer in India. Seizing the situation, I asked my friend
whether he was hard. He said yes, and asked me if I was. I
told him, "Yeah, that's why I couldn't get up and go up". He
nodded understandingly being in the same predicament. I
don't know how I got so bold; I snuck my hand over and first
kept it on his thigh, and then slowly proceeded to his
crotch. I think the alcohol that we all had consumed during
the evening made us a little less uninhibited. I grabbed his
dick, and told him "Hey you have a pretty nice cock".
Through his pajamas, I started stroking him ever so slowly.
Great feeling! After I while, I felt his hand on my crotch,
grabbing my dick through my shorts too. Heaven descended on
earth! We were getting pretty hot with the mutual jack-off,
and I think he was about to cum, when we heard our friends
calling out to us. That was the end of that night. We waited
for our erections to subside, and went up to join the
others. Disappointed that we were interrupted, I vouched
that I would continue this later. Sure enough, a couple of
days later, we were also smoking a joint. One of the guys
had got a small packet of `grass', and we all, as first-
timers, were being explained by this seasoned guy, how to
`tornado' - inhaling the smoke and keeping it inside, till
the joint went around and came back to you! A few puffs, and
I didn't know what hit me. Everything was reeling. I tried
to control it, but my head was just so woozy it was not
funny. I looked over to see the other, and in between my
rounds of getting back to reality, I saw my hot friend,
looking dazed up at the sky (we were in the roof-top). I
kept staring at him for what seemed like an eternity. His
cute face made me remember the last time we were feeling
each other up. I felt a jolt through my body, as the most
powerful feeling reached out into my loins. My dick went
from soft to hard in 5 seconds flat! I am glad I was wearing
briefs inside my shorts else I'm sure I would have been a
laughing stock. I tried to concentrate on my friend's crotch
area to see if I could catch sight of my prized obsession.
My friend suddenly got out of the daze, and said that the
feeling was getting to him. Our other friend, who introduced
us to smoking pot, told us that he could take a shower if
the hit was getting really unmanageable. It usually calms
people off. My friend got up, I guess with the purpose of
doing exactly that. I too got up thinking that I could
relieve my hardened dick off it misery, in the shower. I
went to my room to take off my clothes and grab my towel.
When I reached the bathroom, a shocking sight awaited me. My
cutie friend was sitting on the floor. He was wrapped around
only in a towel. He still had a dazed expression on his
face. I went up to him to enquire if everything was OK. I
heard him say that he could walk anymore, and had to sit
down. The whole earth was spinning. I grabbed his underarms,
and pulled him unto his feet. I don't know what I was doing,
but thinking that I could probably get him off his high by
putting him under the shower, I took him into one of the
shower stalls. I turned the water on, and cold jets started
beating down. I took off his towel and shoved him under
that. I felt something cold too, and saw that my towel was
getting wet, so I decided to take it off too. While I was
doing this, I saw my friend reel forward and his head hit
the wall where the shower was. In desperation thinking that
he would fall, I quickly reached over to his waist from
behind and grabbed him towards me. I was suddenly aware of
his smooth body, with water dripping all over, touching
parts of me tingling them with sensation unparalleled. I
moved my hand over to put a vice-grip on his waist, and drew
him closer. My dick was completely hard again, and this
motion ensured that my cock was pressed between his butt
cheeks. I could have spent an eternity in that position,
feeling the warmth of his butt ensnaring my entire crotch. I
used my other hand and put it around his chest to straighten
him up, under the shower, and in the same motion, dropped my
hand which was on his waist, a little lower so that my
forearm was now on his pubic hair, and I could feel the base
of his dick. It had become semi-hard, but was still hanging
down. I took the soap bar and started rubbing it on his
back, underarms, neck, lower-back, butt cheeks. Feeling that
he could steady him self now, I bent over, and lathered his
legs. I felt up his inner thigh, and gave it an extra-long
rub. Then I turned him around. His eyes, still glazed, were
fixed on mine, definitely enjoying the rub I gave him, but
enquiring pleadingly whether this was the right thing to do.
I just gave him a warm smile, rinsed his back off, and
started on his frontal body. I got to his torso, and spent
precious moments on his nipples, circling them round and
round till they were absolutely taut. By the time I reached
his stomach and abdomen, he was totally hard. His pecker, a
magnificent 7 inches, with its nice purple head, was staring
straight up at me. I teasingly lathered his pubes, and went
down below to his balls, being careful not to grab his dick.
He seemed to be in delirious delight. He kept his eyes
closed, and almost seemed to lurch forward, wanting me to
touch his member. Finally, with one quick motion, I held
onto his dick, and lathered it slowly, up and down, up and
down, using my entire palm, easing it down slowly onto his
ball sac, rolling them in my hands, and back up again. I
heard him start to moan, and his sighs becoming raspier. His
hands went around me, and suddenly he drew me sharply close
to him, in a bear-like hug. Our dicks met, and the heat
emanating from both our groins, just seemed to spread like
wildfire through both our bodies. My head right next to him,
I started kissing his neck, ear-lobes, all the while with my
hands behind him, squeezing his butt-cheeks gently. His
hands also started roaming my backside, driving me up the
wall. I moved away and faced him, then closed my eyes, and
leaned over to plant his first ever guy-kiss. Soon enough, I
had my tongue inside him, and we were tonguing for the
longest time over. Oh! The pleasure! The effect of the pot
was wearing down, but enough that all our sexual passions
were ignited and at its peak. Disengaging from our love
suckle, I started moving down, kissing his neck, chest,
moving onto his nipples, which I started suckling, and using
my tongue to flick them. He was in seventh heaven. His
moaning had become louder. As I traced his lower body,
stomach and abs with my tongue, his dick hit my jaw. I
grabbed hold off it, and put my mouth over his dick. He just
fell back onto the wall, I guess by shear emotion and
strength of what he felt. I held his cock from the base
jacking him off up and down, and alternating between rubbing
his ball-sac. My mouth was thoroughly lubricating his shaft
head and almost half his dick length. I gently flicked my
tongue at this crown, feeling up the ridge, and getting back
to as much as I could deep-throat him. He held my head with
his hands, grabbing it and bringing it forward, as he
started lunging into my mouth. I was gagging, but decided to
continue. He seemed to be reaching his pinnacle, his point
of no return. His dick started to throb, and soon, waves and
waves of delightful cum hit the back of my mouth. His dick
continued to spurt, and throb inside my mouth. I just kept
pumping the base of his dick never letting go of his dick.
Finally, I release it, and started licking the underside of
his dick, and the crown, as his dick started to soften. He
seemed weak in his knees and they seemed to buckle with the
pleasure I had just given him. I got up, and with the
remnants of his warm love potion frenched him again. I guess
that's the best way to get guys addicted to cum"!
I stopped to look over at my airport buddy. He had started
stroking his dick, and there was precum oozing out of his
piss-slit. His dick was really hard, and the he had pulled
his foreskin back. His crown was absolutely reddish pink.
Lust like a cherry! I was also, all this while that I was
narrating, doing the slow-dance number with my guy-tool. I
think both of us were really horny, and wanted the next set
of stories to continue, with the two of us being
protagonists now!
Want me to continue? Do you like the stories, the narration,
the plot, the passion?! Mail me with your comments at
danjonin@yahoo.com. Those who are in India, and want to
experience some of these lovemaking enacted, contact me. I
shuttle between Calcutta and Bangalore. I am 33 years old
now, and love to hang out with smooth guys aged 16-24.