Date: Sat, 28 May 2005 12:44:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sujit Saksena <sujsak@yahoo.com>
Subject: As Time Goes By 4 (A Story From India)

...Ashok moved forward and caressed his face with
his feverish warm hand...

It was a signal that he would have loved to have from
a man he knew was of his kind but coming as it did
from Ashok, he was confused and equally perturbed,
thinking perhaps of the consequences for their
friendship once the passion subsided. Ashok could feel
him go rigid with diffidence, and in a loving voice
said, "Let us go with the flow-leave the rest to
destiny, ok?" And he concurred. A smile now
replaced his feeling of longing and Ashok rose to
switch off the light. He wanted to see Ashok"s
face while making love but then one cannot have a
perfect world.
He could feel Ashok get into the bed and move towards
him. In the silence of the night of a hostel room
located outside the hustle and bustle of the city, it
was his thumping heartbeat that guided his dithering
hands to Ashok"s hair and he began searching the
contours on his face. "Umm...", the
small sounds from the fever sublimated throat of Ashok
were almost like a call to let the dream price be
available to this gay Cinderella at least for the
night. And who is worried what will happen once the
spell is over? The night is yours now, the caress of
the moonlight to guide the few shreds of love in
one"s fleeting life. Ashok drew him close in
embrace-which showed the embracer"s ignorance of
the subtleties of love itself-and Somesh did not waste
time confusing this gauche with unease at the first
experience of male to male sex. He made the embrace
more affirmative by melting into Ashok"s chest,
caressing it with his nose. He always loved
Ashok"s hairy chest which he had seen in bits
and pieces till now. But now when he had the chance to
expose it, there was no light. Life indeed is weird.
At last he rose and kissed Ashok"s forehead and
then it was like the bursting of a dam-it was
fervently licking and kissing of the body whose soul
he had so much loved and admired. He licked
Ashok"s eyelids and tracing his forehead, moved
to his earlobes, kissing and licking them as if there
was no tomorrow.
"Somesh..ahh...yeah...ah", the
familiar yet the well sought out sounds that one seeks
from one"s lover to feel truly satisfied. And
that aroused the lover in him even further and he
reached back to the eyes and then licking the nose and
finally their lips met. The lock of the lips more
languid than urgent. On any normal day, Ashok would
have avoided even speaking with his breath smelling of
anti-biotic dried stomach. But love was in the air.
The kiss emboldened the man in Ashok even with his
fever generated weakness. And now both wanted to feel
each other unhindered by the barriers of clothes. They
broke the kiss to take off their respective shirts and
vests. And it was then a mad rush to kiss and lick
every conceivable zone of the upper body. He kissed
Ashok"s hairy tuft and then moved to the
nipples. Moving his tongues round the nipples he made
sure not only to draw Ashok into the fever of love but
also spread the ripples of arousal to all the parts of
his body. Ashok was almost breathless with arousal,
drawing Somesh to savour the taste of his musky Vicks
scented chest and this drew Somesh just numb to any
sense other than carnal putting in even more efforts
to arouse his lover for the night. He moved to
Ashok"s back and invigorating the armpits, the
small of the back, the waist and the shoulders with
his tongue and lips he turned Ashok on his back and
moved again to the chest and nipples. Ashok turned
more assertive and insistent this time round. He
started running his legs now paining with the extreme
arousal on Somesh"s thighs. Taking the cue,
Somesh moved to Ashok"s belly button and then
further downwards. Making love indeed is the ultimate
union and if as aestheticians suggest, union means
becoming one and the same, the two were now the same,
with their raised body temperature suffering equally
from Ishq ka bukhar, as some Hindi song would describe
it. He removed Ashok"s bothersome pyjamas and
then stripped his own trousers and undies. How much he
would have loved to savour the first glimpse of
Ashok"s body only in the skimpy briefs. But he
left all to his fertile imagination in the absence of
any light-gays sometimes are the best schizoids who
can make their sexual performance even more fulfilling
by concurrently unleashing their daydreams. He
caressed Ashok"s thighs while licking the lower
leg and Ashok once again was tossing in the bed as if
in acute pain. He licked the toes and sucked each
digit and it was the same masculine aroma that was the
hallmark of this handsome man"s whole being.
Somesh then moved upwards, licking Ashok"s inner
thighs while remembering to pinch the nipples with his
extended hands. The prince charming was almost forced
to lock his legs around Somesh"s shoulders.
Somesh moved his lips around the groin and reaching
more to the centre of the treasure trail, he tried to
swallow the swollen shaft now almost burning with
fire. "AAAArrrrrgh....", Ashok was too
overcome with passion and almost violently drew Somesh
into another embrace and reached for his lips. The
kiss this time was pure passion-wild and reckless. And
the lips parted only to let the teeth and the mouth
indulge in a symphony composed of love bites. Somesh
recalled the beautiful depiction of such passion in
Govind Nihalani"s classic "Drishti",
with the beautiful renditions of Kishori Amonkar as
the background score.  Those beautiful renditions may
have been absent in his case but he had the music of
Ashok"s sighs, grunts and even small cries.
Indeed Ashok was the ultimate wild child in bed
too-the natural child as psychology guys would call
it. And Somesh was enjoying every moment of nurturing
this kid. He finally removed Ashok"s briefs and
while enjoying the taste of copiously generated
precum, tried to fully gauge the size of the manmeat
with his mouth. It was normal-like in most men but
sweat had made it smell like heaven. It was like a
grand ball of pheromones in Ashok"s room now.
Even the chronically straight guy would have turned
gay with such man scents all around. Somesh sucked
Ashok with the same desperation that Ashok gasped for
breath and release. And then he shouted,
"Aah..yeah...ohh...
Somesh..I..I..I"m cum...aaahhh" He did
not wait for Ashok to try and move away and made sure
that Ashok came in his mouth and he had every drop of
this nectar savoured by his tongue. Ashok now looked
fulfilled even in the absence of the any light and he
looked at the fulfilled face while releasing his own
juices with his hands. He came like never before-it
was like being beck to the teenage days of copious
release. And the verve extended beyond the release.
Somesh kissed his man for the night as if in deep
appreciation and maybe in gratitude. But with an
assertive embrace and kiss, Ashok made it clear that
the act was love between two persons where there are
no obligations, nor is there a need to express
gratitude. It was then that for the first time that
Ashok said those words, "I love you Somu, and I
mean it."

To be continued...