Date: Thu, 6 Jul 2006 06:09:16 EDT
From: theindigoindian@hotmail.com
Subject: The Awakening

                The Awakening

         By Indigo Indian Sept 2005
        (Theindigoindian@hotmail.com)

    This story was first published in the
     stories section of "Johnnie Proudly
      Presents" in late 2005. The usual
 disclaimers apply. You already know this is
    a site for stories of a sexual nature
    between males. If you're here and you
         shouldn't be; cop out now.

    Copyright is retained by the author.

   Comments and flames cheerfully accepted

The excitement was making his lips quiver and
the whole of his body felt as though it was
constantly on the verge of a shivering fit.
The timeless game of wrestling had stepped
into the shadows as Mike and he spent more
and more time concentrating on grabbing each
other's tools and jewels. No consensus, in
fact, no words at all had been exchanged.
Both had moved into the realm of sex play
without the need for words or agreements and
so the game had changed from WWF to DBB;
dick, balls and bum. All moves and holds were
now concentrated there.

The gigglings and the snortings had stopped
at an early stage as it moved from a game to
something with 'serious' written in it's
heart. As far as Rakesh was concerned, it
wasn't about winning, for as they 'wrestled'
a secret longing had emerged from some secret
place inside himself to have Mike put his
hands on Rakesh's cock and keep them there.
He'd never felt this before even though he'd
had feelings causing him to question his
sexual direction, they'd never been so strong
before. At thirteen going on fourteen it
didn't seem important. While he made sure he
lost a lot he was still afraid to be caught
losing in case Mike recognised his plan. He
was pulled in two directions because he was
also enjoying the winning.

Neither of them was worried about being
interrupted. Mike's parents were out for at
least another three hours and the two boys
had been given strict instructions to be in
bed before they got back

Both of them were sweating from their
exertions but Mike, slightly the bigger of
the two, knew how to use his weight to
advantage causing Rakesh to work harder. He
had never done anything like this particular
brand of wrestling before but, of late, his
thoughts and dreams had been about laying his
naked body against Rakesh's. His cock was
ever ready to respond to his imaginings and
demanded a dishonourable discharge at least
twice every day. Fear of disclosure had
stopped any real activity before now and the
game had progressed under unwritten rules,
only extending the boundaries stage by stage
as each boy understood the acceptance by the
other of the new level.

'Stop!' blurted Rakesh holding up one warding
hand. 'Hang on a 'mo. I'm roasting'. Mike
soundlessly eased his frame up off Rakesh
whose handsome brown face was now a ruddy
orange. Rakesh sat up and pulled off his t-
shirt, now stained with sweat. As it lifted
over his head, Mike eyeballed the Indian
boy's armpits but couldn't detect any hairs.
He loved to look at his mate's dusky brown
skin and the few times that chance had
brought it about, the feel of his arm draped
across his friend's naked, warm shoulders;
rubbing on the tiny hairs at the nape of the
neck, had inflamed other parts of him.

'I'm burning up too!' said Mike as he copied
his pal's actions. Rakesh hesitated a moment,
afraid of being thought 'uncool', but he was
hot everywhere, and his jeans were made of
pretty heavy material. 'Sod it', he thought
flipping the steel button open and pulling
the zip down even as he was standing up to
drop them to the floor. Mike felt a shiver of
excitement go through him as his own
discarded T-shirt cleared his head giving him
an eyeful of Rakesh standing before him in
only his white M&S Y-fronts and socks.

Mike checked out Rakesh's bulge and could see
the curved outline of cock, hanging down but
slightly off the vertical, and the swollen
pouch of the pubescent ball-bag through the
soft material but was sure there was no
erection there now. There had been. A couple
of times his hand had closed around a solid
column causing a gasp from his mate before
the inevitable counterattack. His own hard-on
had been grabbed briefly on occasion too,
Rakesh's hand squeezing even as it grabbed
sending a new thrill of sensation through
Mike's body. Both were careful not to hurt
the other in this non-game.

Mike was doubly afraid; afraid to be
'chicken' and not take off his own 501's and
afraid if he did, the wet spot would be
spotted. With a sigh he again copied his
friend and stood to shuck his 'keks'. Rakesh
saw the large wet spot straight away on the
front of his friend's dark grey boxers, up
near the top button of the fly. While
chuckling inside and thrilled at his
discovery, he held his peace as he pulled off
first one sock and then the other.

'Are you gettin' naked?' Mike said softly,
hope in his voice. 'Naw, replied Rakesh,
'Just too hot and if we're gonna keep playin'
I gotta do somethin' to be cool. 'Sides, this
is how wrestlers dress'. Mike reached down
and hopped first on one leg, and then the
other as his jeans cleared his feet. He
repeated the action to pull off his damp
socks, throwing them onto the sofa and then
stood just in his boxers, still breathing
heavily.

'Wanna take a break 'n grab a drink?' Rakesh
said from his place on the living room floor.
'No way Man!' Mike shouted, 'I'm set to pull
your knob right off right now! And I'm gonna
have those undies off too'

Rakesh squealed with laughter, covering his
crotch and rolling into a ball on his side,
his body convulsing. It was his open,
laughing face that had first drawn Mike to
become his friend in the first place. That
and the smooth brown skin Mike saw in the
changing rooms when getting ready for that
first cross-country run of the new term.

Mike dived down on top of his vulnerable
friend thrusting a hand down the waistband of
those Y-fronts and grabbing a handful of
Rakesh's ass as the game began anew; not
wrestling and not sex but something in-
between.

There was a world of a difference now that
the boy's bodies were almost naked. Slippery
white flesh slid on slippery brown flesh and
their senses were heightened. Rakesh realised
for the first time that his nipples were
sensitive to touch as they erected from Mikes
chest rubbing and sliding on his. On the
first successful cock
snatch, Mike found that Rakesh's dick was
already more than halfway erect. That
knowledge, plus the feel of his friend
through the soft cotton material gave Mike an
instant hard-on. Rakesh found it with his
hand a moment or so later and, as Mike gave
way released it only to grab it again, in the
flesh, by thrusting the same hand through the
open fly of Mike's boxers. It was a planned
move but Rakesh had not expected it to be so
successful.

Mike froze at the feel of the hot hand
enclosing him. Rakesh froze, still holding,
and a point of no return had been reached. In
the middle of the freeze, Rakesh felt Mike's
cock pulse in his hand as he squeezed gently.

'Right, now you've had it', said Mike as he
launched himself on top of the grunting
Rakesh whose two hands were now needed to
hold off the heavy body on top. As Rakesh's
hands gave way under Mike's weight, Mike
slipped slightly to one side and slid one
hand directly into those soft Y-fronts,
feeling the pubes as his fingers closed
around the soft silken sheath housing the
rigid column of flesh that was his friend's
erection.

Both froze once again. For both of them, it
was as though time stood still and the game
was ignored. Mike could feel the pounding of
his own heart even as he felt the heart pulse
in his friend's cock. For Rakesh, everything
had suddenly taken on a dreamy aspect. The
world had gone into slow motion. He made no
attempt at counterattack and simply let both
of his hands fall out to the side as he
closed his eyes enjoying this, the first ever
hand on his hard dick other than his own. The
amazing sensations he was enjoying made him
brave enough to say, 'Shit, that feels so
good, I don't want it to stop: ever'.

Mike had sensed too that the game was over,
had served its purpose and the words from his
friend gave him the green light to proceed,
knowing there would be no 'telling'. He
slowly pulled up and then down on the skin of
his friend's cock a few times as he shifted
his weight off Rakesh who lay unmoving. Mike
then levered himself semi-upright with his
free hand, simultaneously pushing back the Y-
fronts with the back of his engaged hand so
that Rakesh's hard tool was revealed lying
just proud of his belly with it's puckered
tip pointing directly at the brown boy's
belly button. Mike had never managed to see
it before, soft or hard, and was impressed by
his pal's equipment. As Mike released it for
a moment in order to push the Y-fronts
further down, he looked down on a penis the
equal of his own.

Rakesh's cock was different in that it was in
shades of brown and had lots of loose skin
gathered at its tip. It was oval in cross-
section and wider at the base than at the
end. The underside of its head and its
inverted-Y were faintly visible beneath the
foreskin. Mike's hand moved onto it again
fully enclosing, enjoying the excited heat
given off and then slid back the skin so that
the pinkish tip exposed itself to air, a
glistening teardrop in its eye telling of
Rakesh's excitement and pleasure. Mike
desperately wanted to reach down with his
tongue and gather up the pearl but was afraid
it would be a step too far. His eyes moved up
to the Indian boy's face as he said, huskily,
'Enjoying?' He was incapable of other words
as his mouth was so dry his tongue was
sticking to its roof.

'Mmmmmh', replied his friend, 'Don't stop
now, keep moving it like that'.

Mike managed to gather some spit separating
his tongue from his palate to continue, 'Can
I pull right back? Will it hurt?'

'Mmm - yeah, but only if you pull it back too
far. Try! I'll tell you when to stop, then
you'll know'.

Mike's hand slowly eased back the foreskin,
the slick, wet, pinky-grey head appearing as
if by magic. As the skin gathered on the
ridge of the crown, Rakesh gasped, 'Ok! Stop
there!' Upon the command, Mike's hand moved
forward again rolling the membrane so that it
slid across the cock-head. His hand took up
an independent motion, repeating the forward
and back action, enjoying the response from
Rakesh as the Indian boy's knob swelled and
throbbed again and again under his hand. On
each upstroke, Mike's fingers bumped gently
over the sheathed crown, and his thumb
completed a little shimmy on the underside
generating a singularly powerful pulse.

Rakesh's breath was coming in short gasps now
as the sensations crowded in on all of the
nerves gathered in his foreskin and around
the head and shaft of his tool. A point in
the pit of his stomach was trembling and
gathering itself for its role of squirting
semen from the body. This was immeasurably
more exciting than the simple solitary
wanking Rakesh had tried for the first time
just 8 months previously. It felt as though
his whole body was alive, tingling and as
though his whole centre of being was caught;
held in Mike's hand.

Mike's longing to put his lips where his hand
grasped, was overwhelming. He was still
afraid but Rakesh's responses gave him
courage where none had existed before. 'Can I
lick it? .. Suck it?' He said, tentatively.

Rakesh's eyes opened wide and he looked a
little startled as he gazed into Mike's eyes.
There was a pause long enough for Mike's
heart to start pounding in fear. 'Would you
do that?' replied Rakesh, continuing with,
'Yeah, go on', smiling hesitantly through dry
lips without waiting for Mike's answer. There
was another pause as Mike removed his hand
and just looked down, recognising the two
different types of pulsing of Rakesh's penis;
the repetitive and constant pulse in time
with his heartbeat as blood coursed through
and the inconsistent but more fulfilling
irregular pulse of sexual desire. Rakesh's
cock seemed to expand its width by a third
each time this occurred.

As if in slow motion, Mike reached his head
down and the tip his tongue softly connected
with the wide root of Rakesh's cock and slid
upwards following the path of that bulging
tube on the underside of Rakesh's penis.
Untrained but instinctively, his fingers
grasped that same root and pulled the silky
skin backwards even as his tongue steered
itself to the leaking eye, pausing to paint
two silky circles on the underside of the
exposed head before moving up to curl the
enlarged pearl of precum onto his waiting
lips. Rakesh's balls tightened in response to
the curls and Mike's palm, lightly resting on
them picked up on the cue. His tongue went
back to curl two more circles, pulling the
same reaction along with a hiss and an, 'O
fuck!' from the brown-skinned boy.

Mike decided to cut to the quick and his
tongue briefly wet his lips before enclosing
the pink head to slide wetly and quickly down
Rakesh's shaft, pulling up and then repeating
the action two more times without drawing a
breath.

Rakesh's back arched at these slides. His
cock had never felt like this. not just his
cock but his balls and that, as yet
unidentified point inside him that caused his
eyelids to quiver and shake. Mike's lips took
another plunge but this time he paused and
held still with his mouth fully encasing his
friend's equipment, his lips brushing the
sparse hairs at its base. He then mouthed at
the root of the cock, the back of his throat
nuzzling Rakesh's cock-tip.

Rakesh could feel the surge building and, as
much as he was in Nirvana, he was impatient
to touch Mike's body in the same way. 'Hang
on a sec', he said, gently pulling Mike's
head free of his cock, 'Twist around. Let me
have yours'.

'Yeah, Ok.' Said Mike, as he swivelled his
body around with all of that nimbleness of
evaporating childhood. His body came to rest
with his feet pointing past Rakesh's head.
Without knowing the name, they had adopted
the classic '69' position.

As Mike was moving round, Rakesh had swiftly
lifted his legs and removed his Y-fronts
entirely. His nakedness caused a fresh thrill
to surge through his body. In the moving,
Mike had missed his chance to see his
friend's hole but he knew other opportunities
were not too far away.

Rakesh hoisted himself up on one elbow and
reached his free hand across his naked body
to take hold of Mike's cock even as Mike
started again on Rakesh with his own hand.
The white boy's tool fought back and refused
to be pulled from the opening of the boxers.
'Lift up and take these off!' Rakesh said,
breathlessly.

Mike responded immediately. For some reason,
although he was a little body-shy there was
no thought or hint of embarrassment as he did
a part-roll backwards, scooping his boxers
down onto his upraised legs. Rakesh smiled
for he had seen the brown orifice that Mike
had missed on himself. As Mike's legs came
down again, kicking off the boxers as they
fell, Mike's long, slender cock waggled from
side to side causing Rakesh to giggle. Mike
giggled too.

Mike again hoisted himself up on one elbow to
look down on the smooth brown nakedness of
his friend. His breath caught at the sheer
beauty of his friend's body. There wasn't an
ounce of extra fat anywhere yet the Indian
boy was soft and rounded, almost feminine in
his lush contours. The jutting, proud cock
with its leaking head and dark pouch beneath
instantly denied the possibility.

Rakesh was seeing Mike's body, especially
Mike's cock, for the first time and was
transfixed. Mike was built very differently
down there to himself. His own balls always
seemed to be tight up against his body, but
Mike's were hanging down low and Mike's dick
was a long tube, white and pinkish verging
towards brown-skinned at the end with the
cherry-red cock-head half-way out of its
encircling sheath.

'Does your skin pull back too?' Rakesh asked,
his fingers easily fitting all the way round
the tube and squeezing without up or down
motion, waiting for the answer. 'Yeah, no
probs', said Mike, his body in ecstasy,
responding with several pulses at the feel of
his friend's hand squeezing.

Rakesh pulled back all the way, the
glistening cherry head was amazing to him for
his own seemed ever to be that pinkish-grey
it was now. Mike's cock was also leaking -
copiously - and strands of sticky pre-come
were suspended from its tip down to a tiny
puddle of the stuff on his hairless belly.
Rakesh scooped the puddle up with his
forefinger and brought it close to his nose,
sniffing. As there was little scent about it,
he tongued his finger, very tentatively,
looking at Mike to see if there was
disapproval there, even despite Mike's own
oral experimentation. Mike simply smiled as
eye contact was made and Rakesh said, 'It
tastes just like mine; no difference!'

Mike laughed and said, 'Did you think it
would? Just 'cause your skin is brown?' Both
boys laughed at the idea and then got down to
the business 'in-hand'. Rakesh asked Mike,
even as his hand enclosed Mike's cock once
more, 'Can I suck yours?' His hesitancy was
understandable. Both boys were deep into
areas of vulnerability and both were
frightened still, even at this stage, of
being, 'found out' or denounced.

'You can do anything you want.' He said as he
lay back, baring his body and his inner self
to his friend.

'Ok' said the Indian boy who was desperate
also to experiment for the first time and who
had no constraints as regards oral sex
despite his ethnic background which stated
such activity to be 'Gandha' - dirty. He
simply reached over and put his lips right at
the eye of Mike's willy, sliding down and
down and down slowly until the white boy's
dick touched the back of his throat, causing
him to gag a little. Rakesh realised his lips
were never going to reach down to Mike's
brownish pubes unless he relaxed some or
changed his position, or something!

For Mike, who had longed for this moment and
wet-dreamed of it often, the sensation was
way beyond his fertile imaginings. The hot
wetness and the effect of Rakesh's soft lips
sliding across the full circumference of the
nerve-rich membrane of his sheath was
ultimate bliss, almost unbearable. His dreams
had come true with a boy he had secretly
loved for some time. He almost came instantly
and it took all of his control to hold back
the urgent need to spill his seed which felt
as though it was boiling inside him,
desperate to get out.

'Oh boy', he said as Rakesh slid his mouth
upward, 'I nearly spunked then, it was so
flamin'good'.

Rakesh pulled free and smiled at his friend
saying, 'I'm glad you didn't. Oh, not because
of your spunk in my mouth, but because I
don't want to finish too fast.' Mike was
thrilled to hear theses words for in his
dreams he always came in the unidentified
dream-subject's mouth, invariably jetting
furiously into his pyjamas - usually as sleep
was torn away.

Mike pondered the idea of Rakesh's spunk in
his own mouth; how would he feel? Would it
make him sick? The answer came to him
immediately: No way Jose! He already loved
this smaller, brown boy, how could a part of
him, a substance generated by love-making be
'yukky'. Mike, even with the inexperience of
early adolescence, thought of it as love-
making rather than sex.


In any case, Mike had tasted his own on more
than a few occasions and, apart from his
initial, 'Yeaggh, shit', had found the taste
to be acceptable. The first time he had ever
swallowed was when he had been trying, like
every schoolboy does who has found his cock
to be a thing for pleasure as well as
pissing, to see if he could give himself a
blowjob. Unlike Prince, The Artist, Mike's
lower rib was still in place and he was an
inch or two short of the mark. To achieve the
unachievable, he had laid down on his bed
with his curved back stretching up the wall
and his legs bent over his head. It was not
the most comfortable position, but the
thought of sucking himself dry had given him
a terrific hard-on so he had stayed there
wanking hard until his spunk jetted out with
force, opening his mouth at the last moment
in an unplanned affair which resulted in his
surging semen plastering his face and tongue
with hellish and surprising speed. The
swallow was a pure reaction and it was that
which brought out the, 'Yeaggh'. Upon
reflection, Mike found he had enjoyed the
experience and from time to time repeated it.

Rakesh hadn't put his mouth back onto Mike,
wanting to extend the time of sheer pleasure.
He simply held the other boy's dick,
squeezing softly and tugging gently at the
base of the long member, seeming to examine
it. Unlike Rakesh, Mike's dick wasn't any
wider at the base but seemed to be an even
and circular cross-section over its whole
length; a Doric column of hard throbbing
muscle and skin topped with a slicked,
glistening cherry-red bell. With a hesitant
jerk, Rakesh leaned down and, with the rough
middle of his tongue, laved the red head,
rubbing on the sensitive underside before
rotating around the crown. Mike's cock
swelled in Rakesh's fingers as he did so,
fresh pre-come spilling onto the other boy's
tongue, telling the young Asian that the move
was successful.

Mike lifted up from his full reclining
position and elbowed himself into a position
to first hold, then latch his mouth onto
Rakesh's cock. Without any words, both boys
shifted position, each lying on his side and
both went into full suck-mode. The time for
words was past, previous fears were now
buried and both sensed that the other could
not last long, each understanding that
urgency was now the watchword.  Their actions
dispelled once and for all the sense that
this was a game.

With both hands now free, Mike lifted
Rakesh's upper leg and bent it at the knee,
gazing at last on his friend's hole even as
his nose buried itself in the other boy's
scrotum. Mike was a natural and was able to
absorb the whole of his friend's cock whereas
Rakesh would have to learn, over time, how to
accommodate the full length of Mike without
gagging and sputtering. The learning would be
fun.

Mike sucked and Rakesh sucked. Rakesh used

one free hand to massage the base of Mike's

tube while Mike gently explored Rakesh's

balls.

The urgent need to come was building fast.

Rakesh gasped with yet another swirl of

Mike's tongue. Mike could hardly stop himself

from screaming.



Without warning Rakesh suddenly jerked. His
body spasmed. His spunk, hot and viscous,
spurted lightly but urgently into Mike's
mouth. Rakesh cried out, his mouth releasing
Mike for just a moment. Then he sucked
harder.


The action of his mouth and Rakesh's boy
fluid tingling his taste buds put Mike almost
over the top.


He held back and back.


All the considerable early-teen muscle power
of his sphincter couldn't stop it.


He was five or so seconds behind Rakesh.


Jetting, his mind-images splintering into a
kaleidoscope of emotions and sensations,
listening to Rakesh cough as the Indian boy's
mouth filled with the richer, creamier spunk
of the slightly older boy, Mike could only
wonder at the power of this act.


Neither moved their mouths off. Both enjoyed
the sensation of the weakening pulses of the
other. Both enjoyed the fact that their
tongues and mouths were coated. For Rakesh,
this was the first time he had tasted the
stuff. It had never occurred to him to taste
his own and there had never been any such
event or occasion before.


Both became dreamy in the post-ejaculatory
sensations. Rakesh marvelled at the continued
hardness in his mouth while Mike was gently
tonguing the softening but bulky column his
mouth contained.


For both, it was a dream come true, an
awaking to that heady combination of love and
lust. The awakening was just a precursor.