Date: Tue, 24 Nov 2009 18:53:56 -0800 (PST)
From: Peder Pederson <pederdagreat@yahoo.com>
Subject: A tree, Chapter 7

VII
Postlude (Harvest)


    It had been a year since Rebecca had appeared in K. L. A year of
growing and adjusting, a year of sorrow and a year of joy. It was not easy,
but it was working.
    Lalita had died suddenly several months after Rebecca had been in
K. L. Harish was devastated, as would be expected. For several times, with
no apparent reason at all, the normally reserved Harish would burst into
tears. Brad could only hold him and try to console him as best he
could. When he was with his family, this never happened. It would have been
untoward. Yet, with Brad, all was known, all was shared and he felt no
embarrassment after these incidents. In time the ache in his heart
lessened, but the emptiness remained and would so for a very long time.
    Brad and Harish, after much discussion, weighing the various issues and
problems, decided to buy a two storey link-house together. It was Harish
the practical one who brought up the proposition.  They looked for a long
period and found a suitable dwelling on the edge of the city. It was an
older two storey link house. It had been poorly maintained, so they were
able to bargain and obtain it at a reasonable price. After some renovation
and considerable painting it presented an eminently suitable house for
them. The upstairs, when renovated, possessed four bedrooms, two relatively
spacious rooms with an adjoining bath. One for Harish and one for
Brad. Although the understanding was that both would sleep in the same
bed. There were two other slightly smaller bed rooms--one for Sita and a
guest room--and another bathroom opening to a central hall. On the ground
floor was a spacious living-dining area, another small
bedroom--euphemistically referred to as a maid's room--a kitchen and
another bathroom.
    The time in renovation was longer than expected. Brad was a detail man
and took joy in overseeing literally every aspect of the remodeling. They
moved in over a long, three day weekend--Saturday the two households were
brought together and unloaded; Sunday was the day everything was arranged;
and Monday they recouped.
    Harish was the first to wake up, he was on his back, Brad lay next to
him on his side, one leg thrown over Harish's and his hand gently cupped
Harish's cock and balls. Harish smiled. Whenever the slept together Brad
always cupped Harish that way as they drifted off to sleep. Carefully he
removed Brad's hand and slid out from under his leg. He slipped into his
sarong--he had taken to sleeping nude with Brad. He showered, quickly
dresses and went downstairs. Sita had wakened earlier and, as was her
routine, had turned on the television and watched cartoons. Harish prepared
a light breakfast for Sita and hot coffee for himself an Brad.
    "Do you like your new house, Sita?"
    "Yes uncle, my room is bigger than the other one."
    They chatted brightly as Harish sipped his coffee and perused the
morning paper. Over the months Sita and Harish had developed a real
affection for each other.
    An hour later Brad came down the stairs.
    "Jeeze, was I beat!"
    "You still look beat!" Harish chided.
    "Yeah? Well that's what I get for doing all the work!"
    Harish flipped Brad the finger behind Sita's back. They were careful
not to to use coarse language in front of her, or any overt signs of
affection--at least for the time being.
    That evening they went to The Lotus for their supper. Neither wanted to
cook. Brad and Harish both cooked, it was not a real passion for either
one, but they were credible in the kitchen.
    As the two were sipping their coffee, Brad mused, "You know this is the
first place the three of us came to eat?"
    "I remember," Harish smiled, adding, "And where we ate after Port
Dickson."
    Brad understood the association, and he too smiled.


    Later, that night, after Brad had prepared Sita for bed and tucked her
in they both sat quietly watching the news on T.V.
    It was about 10:00, earlier than usual when Brad stood up and said,
"I'm going to bed," as he walked around Harish's chair. He bent over and
ran his tongue around Harish's ear. It was an action that he early
discovered sent erotic chills through Harish's body.  "You coming up too?"
    "I think I will," Harish answered in mock seriousness.
    They both laughed.
    Having stripped off their clothes the got into bed, embraced an kissed
each other. Their hands began to roam over now familiar terrain, familiar
places that they knew would slowly bringing the other to a state of
excitement.
    Harish whispered into Brad's ear, "I love you Brad Forsythe."
    "I love you Harish Kumar," came the reply.
    Their bodies began to writhe as each attempted to get closer to the
other. Harish reached down and grasped Brads rigid pole and began to
manipulate it. Almost simultaneously Brad took hold of Harish's turgid cock
and maneuvered the foreskin in a way that brought deep moans from his
lover's throat. Suddenly, Harish jackknifed and slipped Brad's throbbing
cock into his mouth. He swirled his tongue 'round the head and fondled the
opulent ball sack.
    Brad groaned. "Lay beside me," he gasped, "I want to suck your cock
too." Harish complied and soon they were ardently engaged in
soixante-neuf. Brad's upper leg was flexed and Harish reached between and
behind grasping Brad's firm ass and forced his cock even deeper into
Harish's throat. Harish slipped his fingers into the deep cleft of that
beautiful ass and Brad arched his leg even higher to give easier access.
Harish reached behind him and groped for the bottle of lubricant on the
bedside table. He poured a dollop on his finger and returned it to that hot
cleft and sought out the puckered button. Finding the prize, he slowly,
gently slid his finger into Brads hot ass hole and began to finger fuck
him. Brad groaned and reached for the bottle, anointed his finger and
inserted it into Harish's tight ass hole. They both sucked and
finger-fucked each other. The delicious joy of having your cock sucked and
your ass fingered at the same time, sent
 both into
 paroxysms of desire.
    Brad slowly withdrew his finger and generously lubricated it again. He
also slathered the lotion over his index finger. Carefully he overlapped
the two fingers and inserted them again gently up Harish's ass.  He had
done this several times before and the action caused uncontrolled quivering
and deep primordial groans from Harish.
    As Brad reinserted the two fingers, Harish gasped with pleasure. He
lowered his head until his nose was buried deep in Brad's cock
hairs--inhaling the dusky aroma. He quickened the pace of his plunging
finger, rotating it as he entered and exited. The sensation sent Brad into
spasms of delight as Harish knew it would. They continued this interlocked
dance for some minutes, each spiraling upward into the sweet miasma of
lascivious desire.
    Suddenly Harish sat up, spun around facing Brad and said, "Oh, Brad I
do love you!"
    Saying that he took up the bottle of lotion poured a copious amount
into his palm and spread it liberally over Bard's upstanding, opulent, hard
rod. Brad gasped. He did not immediately realize the full import of this
sudden action. Awareness dawned on him when Harish reached behind himself
and anointed his already quivering hole.
    "You don't have to . . . "
    "I want to!" Harish interrupted. He straddled Brad's hips, positioned
himself, reached for Brads solid cock and positioned the head.
    Brad reached up and placed his hand on Harish's chest as if to restrain
him. "Be careful!" he urged.
    "I will," Harish muttered, concentrating on the task,
    "Take deep breaths!"
    "I am," came the whisper. Harish began to lower his body onto the
formidable tool. He concentrated, took deep breaths, relaxed and exerted
more pressure. The tight sphincter had already been relaxed somewhat by
Brad's fucking fingers. The flared head popped in. Harish's eyes widened
not so much from any great discomfort, but more in surprise.
    "Are you all right?" Brad asked with concern.
    "I'm fine," Harish breathed and bore down some more. Nearly a third of
that cock was buried up his quaking hole. Again he took a deep breath and
bore down; and then again, until the whole length had slid passed that
tight gate. He sat on Brad's cock for a few seconds, adjusting to the
sensation of having that considerable cock inside him. Then slowly he
lifted up a bit and then back down. Both men gasped in pleasure. Then he
began a rhythmical lifting and lowering of his body as his ass fucked that
tumid dick.
    The initial sexual-shock-sensation of his cock entering Harish's ass
had passed and Brad began to revel in the rhythm established by Harish. He
looked up into Harish's eyes and said, "Harish . . . I love you." Saying
that he took his lover's cock in his hand and began to knead it. Harish's
concentration on getting that cock into his ass had caused his own cock to
diminish somewhat. However, soon he was rigid again.
    Soon Brad countered Harish's downward plunge with an upward
thrust--sending his cock deep into Harish's ass. They met each other's
movements as if in a superbly choreographed ballet.
    As cock fucked ass and hand fucked cock they both were brought to the
edge of that erotic abyss. They both urged the other forward. Forward to
that point where there was no turning back! That primeval release.
    A tingling sensation at the base of the spine lased back and forth to
the hyper sensitized cock-heads in ever increasing intensity and
speed. Conscious will evaporated in the ferocity of primordial, cosmic
need. Muscles of their whole bodies began to tense, edging towards the
expected release. Suddenly the edge was achieved in a blinding flash of a
thousand lights brighter than the sun. Eyeballs turned upwards, the lungs
exhaled vibrating the vocal cords in a deep guttural groans. Ass muscles
wrenched, balls drew up, the already engorged cock enlarged even more!
Spurt after spurt of hot lustral cum shot from cock openings--flooding
insides, bathing outsides. Their bodies wrenched and jerked to drain the
last remnant of desire for the very core of their beings.
    "MY GOD!" was all Brad could say.
    Harish fell forward on his lover's cum flooded chest, his ass still
retained its grip on that marvelous tool. "I love you.  I love you.  I love
you, " Harish breathed rapidly into Brad's ear.
    Their breathing slowed down and they slipped into a sated slumber.
    Much later they roused themselves, went silently into the bathroom and
languidly showered. Each silently and tenderly bathed the other. The
intimacy of this shower was beyond being erotic. Neither became erect. They
toweled off and returned to bed.
    Simultaneously they said to the other, "I love you." They wrapped their
arms around the other and slipped into a deep satisfied sleep.


    This was to be a pattern that they followed for years, with
variations. As their needs arose, Harish would be the initiator, or, at
another time Brad would lead. And, there were times when both felt a need
to institute the action. Those times were filled with cosmic fire. They
probed the depths of their love and desire and often scaled to the heights
of passion.


    If a small seedling is nurtured, it will grow, mature into a strong
tree and bear fruit for many years, regaling all with its benefits.