Date: Thu, 8 Jan 2009 12:37:05 -0800 (PST)
From: John Venn <johnvenn1945@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Life Is What You Make It. Part 2 of 3

Disclaimer:

This story contains scenes of a sexual nature between young men & a teenage
boy. If this is not to your taste, or is illegal where you live, or you
find it morally offensive, then read no further and leave now!!

The story is purely imaginary and bears no resemblance to any living person
or persons as far as I know, much as you or I might wish!

Comments are always welcome at johnvenn1945@yahoo.co.uk

(Please note change of address from earlier stories)

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Life is What You Make It - Part 2

by

Alexander

Before I knew it, the holiday was over and I'd started college, which meant
a major change in my lifestyle. Apart from anything else I wasn't able to
see Andrew at our usual time and had to change it to the early evenings
when I was on my way home.

Apart from college, Andrew was the main interest in my life, to the
exclusion of almost everything else. I was aware of this of course and was
quite happy with it until I thought about it more. He was taking over what
should be my social life and I needed another interest to stop me getting
into an unhealthy routine. Fortunately I had made a few acquaintances at
college who took the edge off things, but it was Ash who I was growing more
friendly with. Not sexually, which I wouldn't have minded, but in a
companionable, easy-going way which is what I should have had at school but
always drew back from, stupidly I now know.

I haven't mentioned my own family very much so far, and that has been
deliberate. As far as I can work out, I was 'a mistake'. They are both
career minded and always have been. Ok, they fed, clothed and watered
me. Made sure I went to school and came home. In their own way, they loved
me of course, and I them. But that was about it. Once I hit puberty, they
more or less left me alone provided I was quiet and didn't make any
waves. Suited us all fine on the whole: we talked when we had to, solved
problems over meals and went our own ways by and large. Hence I suppose the
need for Andrew, and now Ash.

Talking of Ash, it was the third or fourth week of college when things
began to change between us.

Our friendship had grown stronger that I would have dared hoped for. We
spent a lot of our free time together, either working or talking about
people we knew. We'd even visited each other's homes a few times, mainly to
work together or to borrow books. His parents were nice, reasonably
well-off and proud of their only child. The only odd thing about them was
that they were intensely religious, unlike Ash. I hadn't a clue what
religion it was, apart from the fact that it was Indian, but they'd
converted a small room into some sort of temple which always smelt of
incense and had candles burning it in. When I mentioned this to Ash, he
shrugged his shoulders and said something to the effect that 'it was their
religion and I'm not that bothered. I go along with it 'cause its easier'.

Anyway, Ash had invited me to join his family for a meal one evening. It
was something like their Christmas or whatever and most of his family were
going to be there.

"It's going to be bloody boring if you can't come," he said. "There's no
one my age, and all they do is talk all night about the old days. Bores me
stupid. The meal will be good though, and we can always piss off to my room
afterwards out of the way." Then he added, "Why not stay the night?"

"After such an appealing invite, how can I refuse?" I laughed, "And yes, I
will stay the night.

Thanks."

As you can imagine, it was the last bit that convinced me. There was little
or no possibility of us doing anything together, but the chance of seeing
him naked again and sleeping in the same room as him was too good an
opportunity to miss.

The meal was interesting, far better than the ones I had had in
restaurants, but it went on for ages.

There were about a dozen people there, the women dressed in brightly
colours saris, heavily made up and weighed down with gold jewellery: I had
the distinct impression that there was some sort of inter-family rivalry
going on . The men were less decorative: sober suits and ties. What
jewellery they had on was expensive and displayed at every opportunity.

Despite their best efforts to involve me in their conversations, they
always ended up speaking Hindi or Punjabi or whatever language they
spoke. Apparently, few, if any of the ladies spoke English.

After the meal was finished, the party divided - women in one room and the
men in another. Ash and I joined the men for a while, but once the cigars
and drinks came out, we made ourselves scarce and went up to his room, not
forgetting to grab a couple of bottles of wine on the way out.

Neither of us were drinkers, but the chance of getting slightly pissed for
free was too good to miss.

Glancing at the clock as the bedroom door was close, I was surprised to see
that it was almost midnight, then meal had gone on for far longer than I
realised and I wasn't at all tired.

Whilst Ash opened the wine, I looked around his room. It was much like mine
in many ways - a typical teenage boy's room, although perhaps tidier than
most. What impressed me was the enormous double bed which dominated the
room.

"Bollocks to that lot," Ash grinned as he handed me a glass. "Let's relax."

Without further ado, he stripped down to his waist and kicked off his shoes
and socks. Smiling back at him, I threw my clothes on top of his and sipped
the wine. What we talked about I've no idea, all I can recollect is that we
were free and easy with each other, the chat flowing readily. All I do
clearly remember is being unable to take my eyes from Ash's flawless torso,
and drinking enough wine to stay sober but loose my inhibitions.

It was whilst having my final piss of the night in his bathroom, clad only
in my underpants that things began to develop. What with having something
of a hard-on, I was finding it difficult to piss in the bowl. It didn't
help when Ash came in and stood beside me, freed his limp tool and let his
stream flow. We'd been in similar situations a hundred times before;
sharing bogs was no big deal. And as normal, I looked down at him. What
wasn't normal was that I was springing a boner, and we were alone.

"Got a problem there Phil?" Ash grinned, nodding down at me.

"Sort of," I grinned back. "Must be the effect you have on me!"

"Must be," he replied. "Can't be the wine, it's non-alcoholic. We don't
drink."

Tearing my eyes from his groin, I looked at his face to find that he was
being serious. Slightly embarrassed, I returned my gaze to my own
predicament and forced my bladder to drain itself. Out of the corner of my
eye, I saw what was the beginning of Ash's erection.

"Snap!" I giggled as I left him to finish.

Still in our underwear, we climbed into bed, facing each other, but a
respectful distance apart.

"Ever have anyone else for sleep-overs?" I asked, making myself
comfortable.

"Sometimes," Ash replied. "We're a big family and it gets a bit crowded
sometimes. Usually its my cousin Imran I get stuck with."

"Why? What's wrong with him?"

"He's only eleven," Ash giggled. "Doesn't even know what its for!"

I laughed lightly and rested my hand on my now soft cock.

"Last time he was over, I woke up to find him having a good feel if you
know what I mean."

"What happened?" I said, my dick now coming to life slightly.

"Felt him back. Scared him shitless!"

We paused for a while, each with his own thoughts, until I summoned up the
courage to ask him a question.

"Can I ask you something personal?"

"Yeah. Go ahead," Ash replied, looking at me.

"Why don't you have any hair, you know, down there."

"Complicated question," Ash smiled. "Short answer is that I shave them
off. Long answer is that my religion has a weird attitude to sex. It
doesn't exist until you are married. Women are supposed to be virgins and
totally ignorant of all things sexual until their marriage day. Men stay as
boys until they marry, and only then can they let their hair grow. We're
not even suppose to know how babies are made."

"Must make life interesting, " I grinned.

"Tell me about it," he laughed. "I had a wet dream once and my father found
out. He went ballistic, telling me how bad I was and how I must learn to
control myself. That I must've been having wicked, unclean thoughts!"

"How the Hell do you manage then?" I asked. "How are you supposed to learn
stuff?"

"Ah. That's where the weirdness comes in. One day I was taken out for a
long car ride by my uncle. He was suppose to tell me everything I needed to
know, but sort of secretly if you get what I mean. Trouble was that is was
so embarrassed, he couldn't even use the right words. It was all so
pathetic, it wasn't true. He spent so long talking all round it that if I
hadn't known what he was talking about, it could've been gardening for all
I knew. All he had to tell me was to have a wank once a day!"

By now we were both stroking our cocks discretely under the bed clothes,
watching them rise and fall gently.

"I learned more in ten minutes from Cousin Raj than I did in hours from my
uncle," Ash went on.

"All the boys in our family mess about with each other, same as they do
back in India. It's a sort of open secret, no one mentions it, no one is
supposed to know it happens. But everyone does.

They're even glad in a way because it stops us chasing the girls, or having
wet dreams!" he laughed.

"So," I said, choosing my words carefully, "If you and I were to, err, mess
about for example, no one would mind?"

Ash laughed, and said, "They'd freak out. Within the family is OK, but
outside of it is definitely out, at least it's supposed to be," he added
with a grin. "One of my cousins told me about a friend of his who wouldn't
ever do anything at all. Eventually his father had to persuade someone to
almost rape him to check that everything was working OK. So, the answer is
no one would really mind if they didn't know." As he said this, he looked
at me and gave me the slightest of smiles.

Reaching into his bedside cupboard, he pulled out an old T-shirt. "My
secret weapon," he grinned, holding the much abused and stained shirt up
for me to see.

"There must be a year's stuff on there," I grinned, sliding my pants off.

"Not quite, It's not all mine anyway!"

By now we were both naked and keen for things to get started. As we moved
together, I was suddenly unsure of what to do. I'd learned a lot from
Andrew, most of which would be abhorrent to Ash, and the last thing I
wanted to do was annoy him. I decided to let him take the lead.

"Lift up," he whispered, tapping me on the shoulder.

I leaned upwards to let him put his arm round me, more or less forcing me
to do the same to him.

Getting comfortable once again, our hands snaked their way downwards and
took hold of our erections.

My hand sensed the heat and solidity of his cock for the first mind-blowing
time. The fact that it was thinner than either mine or Andrew's became
evident straight away as my fingers tightened. As did the strange feeling
of his cockhead and absence of skin.

"Feels nice, " I moaned as he grasped me softly.

It was obvious that Ash was no novice. I don't know how many other dicks
he'd held in his hand, but he'd learned a lot however many it was. He spent
as much time caressing my balls, between my legs and even round my butt as
he did holding my shaft. Even Andrew could learn a thing or two from him.

For my part, the feel of a circumcised cock and hairless groin were
intoxicating. I let my fingers drift around, searching for things which
weren't there, deriving an intensely erotic pleasure, echoed in my red-hot
penis.

"Can I have a look?" Ash whispered, giving me a squeeze. "I've never seen
an uncut cock before.

Not close up anyway. And you've got hair!"

We threw the covers back and I spent a glorious ten minutes examining each
other in minute detail.

Looking at his cock, I saw that there was no scar or extra skin
anywhere. To all intents and purposes, it was as if there'd never been a
foreskin at all.

"Wonder how they do it?" I mused. "Must hurt!"

I jumped as Ash worked a finger under my foreskin and caught a nail on
it. "Ouch!" I cried involuntarily.

"Sorry!" he grinned. "I suppose it's much more sensitive than mine."

Inspection over, we cuddled up again and pulled the blankets back over
us. I toyed with his nipples with one hand as I began to masturbate him
slowly with the other.

"That's good," he shuddered as I stroked his chest.

"Wanna cum yet?" Ash whispered softly.

"No, not yet. Why? Do you?"

"No. I like this. Let's do it all night!"

"Let's!" I sighed.

"Can I ask you something else?" Ash said seriously.

"Go on."

"Are you gay?"

I'd been expecting this, and wasn't surprised. And given the situation we
were in and my promise to myself to be honest whenever I could, I told him.

"Yes. I think so. Probably. Do you mind?"

"What do you think?" he giggled, giving me another painful squeeze where it
hurt most.

"Ouch!" I yelped playfully, returning the favour.

I was totally blitzed by the way in which he accepted my answer. No
recriminations, no nasty comments, not even the slightest hint of
distaste. He might just as well have been expecting it, as if he already
knew, which he couldn't have as I didn't know myself until a few days
ago. But his total, unquestioning acceptance of what to most people would
have been the kiss of death to a friendship was astounding.

"How about you?" I asked quietly.

"Don't know. I like doing this sort of thing, but I've never done the other
and so I can't tell. In any case, its different for me than it is for you."

"How so?"

"Well, its almost expected of you, as I said, when you're my age, and even
when you're married it's no big problem. Especially when you can't do it
with your wife 'cause she's pregnant or something. We take adultery and
rape much more seriously. The culture's different in Britain. If ever the
boys at school found out we were doing this, they'd skin us alive, after
castrating us! People have a big hang-up with male to male sex in this
country, like it's a disease or something. And yet under-age sex, rape and
adultery are far more common here than they are in India. So who's to say
what is right or wrong?"

"But what if you're grown up and gay?"

"Usually they get married anyway, but don't live together properly if you
see what I mean. The real gays, the ones who don't marry are treated as a
bit of fun really. No ostracism or anything like that, just different."

"All the time we were talking, we were playing with each other, not leaving
our dicks alone for a second, and I was ready to burst.

"Ready to cum yet?" I whispered.

"Thought you'd never ask!" he grinned.

We didn't go frantic even then. Keeping up a slow, steady pace we
masturbated together, arms round our shoulders and taking fantastic delight
from each stroke. Then the all-too-familiar tingle started deep in my
groin.

"Cumming!" I stammered.

The trick now is to ignore what your body tells you. Keep up the same
steady pace, no matter what. The final orgasm is then really spectacular,
massive and gut-wrenchingly painful. Physically knackering, but well worth
it.

In the split second before we shot our loads, Ash pulled me into him,
wrapping his legs round me and hugging tightly. The sensation of our dicks
pulsating between us, and the heat of the warm spunk melding us together
was the most exhilarating thing ever.

"Secret weapon time," Ash grinned as he reached over and grabbed the once
green shirt. "One thing about being bald is that it's a damn sight easier
to clean up," he laughed as the rag was thrown at me.

******* We were having lunch in the cafeteria the following day when Ash
asked me what plans I had for the evening. I sensed that this wasn't just
an idle question, there was something behind it. Andrew and I had arranged
to meet in fact, but I hedged my bets.

"Nothing really. Why, wanna come over my place?"

He looked at me as if I was stupid. "Stay the night?"

He nodded, mouth full of hamburger.

"Love you to," I grinned. "But better clear it first," my heart racing at
the unexpected turn of events.

I rang my mum at work, something I very rarely do unless I have to.

"Mum, can I have someone stay over tonight?" I asked.

"What? Oh, yes. Stay over. Who?" She was obviously busy, probably painting
her nails.

"Madonna."

"Oh, yes. Good. That's allright." she disconnected before I could thank
her.

I waited thirty seconds before my phone trilled.

"Who?" she asked, now paying full attention.

"Ashok. You know, the boy I am at college with."

"Oh. Yes. I thought for one minute you said Marilyn. That's fine.."

I gave the thumbs up to Ash, who beamed back at me and reached for his
phone. Whilst he was getting the OK, I sent a message to Andrew, begging of
our date, blaming pressure of work. The reply I got was fairly obscene, the
gist of it being that I'd better get my arse round his place tomorrow or
else!

Evening meals were a bundle of fun at my house as a rule. Both mum and dad
had company lunches and therefore saw no need to make a fuss at
home. Frozen meals, take-aways and fish and chips were the norm. In five
years since the kitchen was extensively and expensively modernised, I don't
suppose it'd seen more action than a normal family one sees in a month.

That night it was Chinese, which was usually one of the better ones: thank
goodness she hadn't chosen Indian!

After the meal was finished, mum went into her home office to do her
solicitoring and dad went into his den to do his accounting. Or so I
assume. They could have had boyfriends or mistresses in there for all I
knew or cared.

"They're weird!" Ash grinned as we sat at my desk sorting our college work
out.

"I think they're aliens," I laughed. "Lost in space and time and just
pretending to be human until they're rescued!"

I gave Ash the guided tour of my room, pointing out the more salient points
such as the desk, the bookcase and bed. Christ! I suddenly thought. The
bed! It's only a single, and even my parents might think something was
seriously wrong if it was the only one used. Normally guests would use the
spare bedroom, but that would defeat the whole object of Ash's stay over.

"Bugger it!" I said in frustration. "You're supposed to sleep in the spare
room I guess. Fuck it!"

I very rarely swore, but I was royally pissed off.

"Wait. Come with me," I said in desperation., kicking my brain in gear.

As I half expected, the spare bed hadn't been made up. Grabbing a pile of
sheets and blankets from the cupboard, I threw them at Ash and told him to
take them to our room. Next stop was the attic. It took us a while to find
what I wanted, but eventually I found it.

"Here," I grinned. "One portable, temporary bed, Ash for the use of."

I dragged out my old sleeping bag which I hadn't use in years, bought for a
misguided attempt at becoming a Boy Scout when I was 13. Within five
minutes we'd fixed up what hopefully looked like a usable bed to the casual
observer.

"Parents?" Ash queried.

"Never," I replied, but slipped the lock on the door anyway to make him
feel comfortable.

"So, what now?" Ash said, his voice low and sexy.

I looked at my bed and back at him, eyes innocently wide.

"Piss off!" he grinned. "It's only eight o'clock. Even I couldn't manage
twelve hours!"

"Worth a try," laughed, knowing he was right of course. "Take your shirt
off for me instead?" I added seriously.

"You really are gay, aren't you," he giggled. But he took it off anyway.

"Only for you," I said, stroking his chest and then removing my own shirt.

"What books have you got?" he asked, walking to my bookcase.

"Top shelf SciFi and horror. Middle ones general fiction and college
books. Bottom shelf specials."

He went straight to the bottom shelf and read the authors: "Besson,
Burroughs, Fry Genet, Hollinghurst, Holleran ...." he mouthed to himself.

"Don't recognise any of them," he said as much to himself as to me.

Sitting on the floor, he pulled out one or two at random and read the
blurb, grinned slyly at me and checked out a few more. I took advantage of
his pre-occupation and sat beside him, one hand on the back of his neck,
stroking it gently. His only reaction was to smile at me.

"Are they all gay?" he asked.

"Mostly," I grinned. "Either the book, the author, or both."

"My parents would disown me if I took one of these home," he said, flicking
through 'The Wild Boys'.

"But they're all good literature," I said. "Almost classics some of them."

"Good literature means Shakespeare or Dickens in English and Naipaul or
Narayan in Hindi," Ash grinned, picking up another book.

"Bloody Hell!" he said as he found a salacious bit in Fry's 'The Liar',
which isn't difficult.

I couldn't tell if he was blushing or not, but I saw his cock harden and
felt his temperature rise under my skin as he read the bit about the Daisy
Chain Club.

Replacing the Fry, his eyes skittered along the books, trying to choose
one.

"Which are best ones?" he said, running his hand down the shelf.

"Depend what you want," I sniggered. "Onanism, group wanking, blow jobs,
sodomy, rape? It's all there if you know where to look!"

"Unbelievable!" he gasped. "Show me."

"Take your trousers off first," I giggled. "These books are only supposed
to be read naked."

"That's blackmail." he laughed.

"So? What are you?" I grinned, stroking his arm pointedly.

"Pervert!" he said, unfastening his belt.

We spent the next hour sprawled out on the carpet, wearing just our pants,
skimming through the books and picking out the 'best bits' to read to each
other.

My choices were a bit eclectic, quite deliberately. I chose the beautifully
written seduction of the young Walker by Metcalf in 'Now and Then', the
seduction of Alexander the Great by Bagoas in 'The Persian Boy', as well as
other similar pieces. I chose not to show him the battle scenes from 'The
Wild Boys', but we did find the oral sex piece in 'Aelred's Sin' and even
the brilliantly erotic buggering of the 15 year old Edmund by the 12 year
old Kevin in 'A Boy's Own Story'.

After I'd read the last bit about Edmund and Kevin, I was ready for bed -
and Ash.

As we shucked our pants off, I noticed with glee that we were both
iron-hard and glistening with pre-cum. I don't know about Ash, but I was as
aroused as ever I'd been, my whole body crying our for intimate contact
with Ash, to feel his flesh against mine, to feel his soft hand on my
aching cock, to do whatever it took to satisfy my lust. Diving into bed, I
almost dragged Ash in with me.

"Come on," I urged desperately, embracing him viciously, "Let's do
something."

I forced my hand down between us, grabbed his cock and started to jerk him
off.

"Slow down," he giggled, "We've got all night, and I want this to last."

The shock of hearing him say this, coupled with the hand clamped on top of
mine, brought me to my senses. Shit! I'd done it again. I took a deep
breath and held it.

"OK," I gasped once my heart had stopped pounding. "I'm OK now. Sorry!"

He stroked my cheeks with the back of his hand and smiled at me.

"I've got a cousin just like you," he laughed. "Can't wait. All over and
done with in two minutes.

No fun at all."

"How many cousins you got?" I asked.

"Boys? Six, and before you ask, I've done it with all of them except little
Raj, and he won't be long I don't think. How many you done it with?"

"Two," I said. "You, and ... a friend."

"You poor thing!" he giggled. "No wonder you're frustrated. You need more
practice!"

"Chance'd be a fine thing," I sighed.

"Everything comes to him who waits," he said, "What sort of things do you
do? Stuff we read in the books?"

"Sort of. Hand jobs. Feeling. Hugging. That sort of stuff. And kissing and
blow jobs," I added quickly.

"Not the other, then?"

"No. Not yet. I'm not sure I even sure want to. Must hurt like fuck," I
giggled. "What stuff have you done?"

"Like you, I guess. Mostly hand jobs, but I've had a BJ or two. We're not
really into much more than that. At least the other's aren't."

I wriggled around slightly to see him better and continued to feel around
his tackle. I couldn't get enough of the peculiar sensation of a skinless
cock and denuded groin, for some reason it turned me on incredibly. As did
his tentacle-like fingers, currently probing my balls.

"Wish we'd met before," I moaned, closing my eyes as a wave of bliss ebbed
through me.

"Me too," Ash sighed. "You wouldn't believe how much I've wanted this to
happen."

My eyes flicked open in astonishment and I stared at him, dumbfounded.

"What?"

Ash looked flustered for a second, aware he'd let slip something he'd
rather have kept to himself.

"I've fancied you for ages. That's why I kept away from you in school,
scared that you'd laugh at me or something. That, and other things."

"What things?"

"Messing about with my cousins is one thing, that's OK. But to do anything
outside the family is a big step. Major, major problems if they even
thought I was doing this, especially with a ....., with someone who wasn't
Indian. You think being outed at school would be bad. It'd be a hundred
times worse at home."

And I thought I had problems. At least my parents were disinterested in my
social life as long as it didn't affect them. It wouldn't matter if they
learned I was gay, probably be glad that they'd save money on a wedding!

"Shit!" I whispered. "Didn't know it was as bad as that. I'm sorry."

Ash smiled wryly. "I never would have believed that I could tell you all
that. I wish I hadn't."

"Bollocks! I'm glad you did. Makes me feel special, makes me feel
good. I've felt the same way about you for ages, but've been too shit
scared to do anything about it."

"Honest?"

"Honest."

We lay together, embracing loosely and feeling a bit awkward as we thought
things over.

"Do me a favour?" I whispered, stroking Ash's neck.

"What?"

"Let me kiss you?"

Our lips met hesitantly. Experimentally. Tenderly. I got the most peculiar
feeling in the pit of my stomach as we held each other, like a million
butterflies having a party, and a dull ache in my chest.

Nothing at all like when Andrew and me had kissed. That was sheer lust, an
on-the-spur-of-the- moment thing. With Ash, it was better. Not even sexy in
a way, just extraordinarily heart-warming.

"Again?" Ash grinned.

We kissed once more, a little more passionately this time, revelling inn
the novelty of it. Our dicks (whilst still erect, had softened somewhat)
twitched a bit as we relaxed in each other's arms, staring at one another.

Spontaneously we broke into a fit of the giggles, the rather tense
atmosphere dissipating instantly, much to our relief.

"Enough talk. What you wanna do?" Ash growled.

"Everything!" I growled back.

I squirmed across and lay on top of Ash, our foreheads touching, my legs
outside his. Gently I started to rock up and down, the friction of our
chests exciting our nipples. Somewhere beneath us, our dicks came to life
and joined in the fun. Rolling over, Ash buried me under his beautiful body
and carried on, our stomachs now slickened with pre cum.

He leaned towards me and brushed my lips with his, the initial pack turning
into a deep, lascivious tongue wrestle. One of us was moaning, I don't know
who, perhaps both. My arms clasped behind his back and I pulled him even
closer to me.

"I thought your eyes were black," I said after we separated.

"They are," Ash replied.

"No. They're very deep brown."

"Pale blue," he grinned, staring into mine. "Lovely pale blue."

"That's what my grandmother calls me, Blue Eyes."

"Hey!" he said, thumping me on the chest. "We gotta get you a nickname!"

"Why?"

"All my family have got 'em. Ort of secret name."

"What's yours?"

"Sesa."

"Meaning?"

"Rabbit," he laughed. "And for you ...... Kiran! Boys name. Means 'ray of
light'!"

"Piss off!" I grinned and hit him on the arm. Privately though, I was
pleased. It was the first 'official' nickname I'd had.

"And one more thing," Ash went on. "A top, top, top secret."

"Go on," I said, full of curiosity.

"Between us cousins, we have a special word we use if one of us wants a bit
of, you know, fun."

I leered at him, grinning broadly. "Tell me."

"Jungli. Means wild. Like in wild animals."

"Jungli. Kiran. Jungli. Kiran." I tried the words out, getting used to how
they felt.

"What do you call this?" I sniggered as I shook his penis.

"A boy's best friend!" he grinned. "But in Hindi, we have lots of words for
it, like in English. The proper word is lund. But it can be lingam, zubra
or zabri. Sometimes even Abdallah, but we don't use that much 'cause it
sounds too much like Abdullah."

"Fancy going a bit jungli now?" I asked, feeling like a bit of action.

We toyed with each other for ages, winding each other up until we were
almost past the point of no return. We kissed and cuddled until our lips
ached and our brains turned to mush. The bed clothes had long since fallen
to the floor, and the sight of Ash's shiny brown skin rubbing against my
pale pink flesh was sublimely erotic. Kissing and licking my way down his
body, I found my head just inches away from his coffee-coloured
dick. Unable to resist temptation, I swirled my tongue round it, rejoicing
in its perfection. I kissed his dark red crown, swallowing its nectar. I
suckled it into my mouth, paused slightly and slid it into my throat. Ash
was groaning loudly, his hands pressing on the back of my head, begging me
not to stop. I straddled him, letting my cock brush against his lips.

The moans subsided to a mewl as he took me in: I writhed as his tongue
found my cockhead, screamed silently as he deep throated me. Coughed and
spluttered as I swallowed his cum. Fucked his face as I fed him mine.

Afterwards we kissed, exchanging seminal fluids deliciously, tongues making
sure not a drop was wasted. We collapsed against each other, totally spent
and ecstatically happy.

"I could get used to that," Ash whispered softly in my ear. "Very used to
it."

"And there's no need for your secret weapon, either," I smiled.

Needless to say, we didn't get a lot of sleep that night. Once in a while,
one of us would wake up to make sure we weren't dreaming. To kiss the body
next to you, to hold the flaccid member of your partner before drifting off
again. By chance we awoke together sometime in the early hours, and wanked
each other off lazily, licking the cum off each other's hand.

College was given a miss the following morning, we would've been far too
late anyway. By the time Ash and I had showered, aired my room and had
breakfast it was well after ten o'clock. We parted at his house - he to
change, I to go into town as I'd just remembered that I'd arranged to see
Andrew.

It was a disaster. I wasn't in a very good mood to begin with. There was no
way I could continue seeing Andrew and Ash at the same time and I hadn't a
clue how to tell Andrew. I knew intuitively that Ash and me had something
special going for us, don't ask me how I knew, I just did. Maybe it was the
butterflies I got in my stomach every time I thought of him; maybe it was
that happy, smiling face of his which was never out of my mind for long;
maybe it was the fun we had whilst having sex.

I don't know.

Andrew and I kissed for a while, and ended up in his bed, naked and cuddled
up. The problem was that I couldn't keep my dick hard. Despite Andrew's
best efforts and my trying my damnedest to keep it up, it always let me
down. Realising that we were both wasting our time, I apologised profusely
to him, pleading stress of work for my short comings.

To give him his due, he took it very well, telling me that it sometimes
happens like that, and I shouldn't blame myself. We kissed briefly at his
door as I left, feeling as low as ever I'd been. I think we both knew we'd
met for the last time. In an odd way, I felt sorry for both of us. Andrew
had been my first, and for that I will ever be grateful. For Andrew, I was
someone who filled a big gap in his life, who up until today made him feel
happy. But we both knew it was sheer lust that drove us together and
nothing more. Good whilst it lasted, but that was all.

I hate falling out with anyone. Hate parting on bad terms and so I was
feeling less than happy with myself as I trudged away from
Andrew's. Needing some TLC, I texted Ash. "Pissed off. Can I come round?"

Five minutes later my phone buzzed.

"What's wrong?" Ash's worried voice asked.

"Can't tell you over the phone. Can I come round?" Then added, "Don't
panic. It's nothing to do with us."

I could almost taste the relief as he absorbed this. "Yes, of course. Have
you eaten?"

"Yes," I lied. I couldn't have eaten anything to save my life.

Just the sound of Ash's concerned voice made me feel better and by the time
I'd reached his house, I was in a more cheerful mood, pleased that we were
to meet so unexpectedly.

In the privacy of his room, I explained the situation between me and
Andrew, the whole gory mess.

He listened sympathetically and without comment, letting me get it out of
my system. After I'd finished, he put an arm on my shoulder and gave me a
little hug.

"Come on," he said. Let's go out."

We ended up in a local bistro where we came across a couple of guys we knew
from college, had a few games of pool with them and more Coke than I'd had
in ages. I soon forgot my troubles and all-in-all we had a good time. What
with one thing and another, I'd not been out like this for a long time, and
by the time we headed for Ash's house was back to my old self.

There was still a lot of college work to do, our evening out having eaten
into our 'work time' quite severely and so we settled down to work on the
family dining table. It was very pleasant sitting with the family, and the
time sped by without my realising it. Glancing up at the clock, I saw with
horror that it was not far off eleven o'clock.

"I'd better go," I said to Ash, gathering up my books. "Look at the time!"

"Why don't you stay the night?" Ash's father said. "It's a bit late to
wander the streets."

Ash and I looked at each other. There was just the slightest hint of a
smile on his face and he shrugged his shoulders as if to day 'why not?' I
thanked them all and ferreted out my mobile phone.

It was too late to talk to my parents and so I sent them a text message to
both of them, letting them know where I was. At the back of my mind, it
registered that neither of them had tried to contact me to ask.

"This's becoming a habit," Ash grinned as we undressed for bed. "One I
like!"

"Me too," I answered, watching him. We'd hardly touched each other all day
and I'd missed it.

We hugged, our lips touching lightly, crotches pressed together, separated
only by the thin cotton of our underpants. Climbing into his bed together
seemed the most natural thing in the world, as if we'd been doing it all
our lives. We lay side by side, shoulders and thighs just touching, looking
into each other's eyes.

"Wanna read for a bit?" Ash asked.

"Naah, can't be bothered."

He turned the light out and we rolled over to face each other. Ash's hand
slid down and pushed its way under the elastic of my pants and came to rest
on my dick.

"Just checking!" he whispered.

He made no attempt to do anymore than that, allowing his fingers to curl
around my cock but stopping there.

I reached for his tool and sighed to myself as its warmth permeated my
hand.

"You've made a good impression on my father," Ash whispered. "He think's
you're OK.."

"I'm glad. But we've hardly spoken."

"He's a good judge of character, and he's watched how you behave and
stuff. Besides, he knows your dad through the Rotary Club."

This didn't surprise me. We live in a small town and everyone seems to know
everyone else, which is OK most of the time, but can lead to a few problems
once in a while!

"He asked you to stay tonight. That means a lot; makes you an honorary
cousin so to speak. He thinks you're good for me!" he giggled.

"And aren't I?" I said, tightening my grip on his dick.

"Oh yes. Very good. But not in the way he thinks!"

We nattered on in this way until sleep began to overtake us. With a last
cuddle and kiss, Ash turned his back on me and closed his eyes. I snuggled
up as close to him as I could, my chest against his back, arm draped over
him and my crotch resting against his butt.

Sometime during the night we'd swapped positions. Ash was leaning against
my shoulders, his morning boner resting between my arse cheeks. I pushed my
bum back and reached over to pull him in tighter.

"Pack it in!" I heard a voice whisper in my ear, followed by a kiss on my
ear. "It's too early for that. Besides, I might get to like it.!

I rolled over and kissed him properly.

"Morning," I yawned.

"Morning," Ash sort of said - I'd learned already that he wasn't a morning
sort of person. He stumbled out of bed and went towards the bathroom,
taking his wood out ready for his morning piss.


End of Part 2

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