Date: Sat, 2 Sep 2023 14:29:19 +0530 From: Netaji K Subject: Boy in the 6th grade Subject: Boy in the 6th grade - 1 (Gay Adult/Youth) Author's note: This short story depicts sexual acts between males of various ages. If you are offended by sex between men, teenage boys, boys or between males of any age, why are you here? If you are not a legal adult or if this content is illegal in your locale, leave now. This story is a work of pure fiction. The taboo acts depicted in this story are not condoned by the author, this is fantasy only. This disclaimer applies to all installments of this story, past and present. Please consider making a donation to Nifty. There's a cost associated with keeping this wonderful site operative. Boy in the 6th grade - 1 Hasan struggled to comprehend his teacher's lessons. He was a slow learner, but in the tribal school he attended, it didn't really matter. The smarter kids always left for better education in nearby cities, like Hyderabad. On the other hand, children with limited intellect remained in the village, taking care of livestock or working on plantations. The children who pursued higher education would visit the village once a year. As a sixth-grader, Hasan didn't know what he wanted to do in the future. However, there was one fortunate aspect to his life - he was extremely good-looking. His father, a Christian missionary, had a relationship with his young mother. When he discovered she was pregnant, he deserted her, leaving the poor young girl to fend for herself. Thankfully, the villagers supported her by providing work and some income. Hasan, a product of both Muslim and Christian heritage, had inherited his father's golden hair and pale complexion, making him stand out from the predominantly dark-skinned and curly-haired tribal community. Sometimes, he would ponder why he looked different and even wished to have darker skin and curly hair like everyone else. Perhaps one day, he thought, he would find a magical potion that could change his appearance. During the rainy season, reaching the village was quite challenging due to washed-away roads. However, with winters arrival, the scene used to change as visitors were able to come home. This season brought about an informal gathering of boys of all ages and sizes, providing them with an opportunity to reconnect and share their experiences. It felt almost like a festival time for everyone. Bhirav, who had completed his education six months ago and was now employed at a factory, was in a good mood. According to village standards, he was considered successful and had enough money to enjoy life. Physically, he was in great shape, measuring 5'10" and weighing 70 kilos. He was in the prime of his life. He was about seventeen years old, in the bloom of young masculine beauty, having just reached the full growth of manhood. The curly black hair under his brown auto parts cap was long and a deep cohl-black, pulled back into a loose ponytail in the back that hung down past his shoulders. Beneath the dark glasses his face was bronzed by the sun, strong-jawed, and handsome. His brown and brawny shoulders were wide and well muscled, proclaiming not only a life of hard work on the farm but also some serious training in the factory. His chest was deep and sculpted. There was acentered triangle of silky brown hair between his small, brown nipples. From there a thin, inviting trail of hair descended around the navel and downward into the waist of the low-slung jeans. His abdominal muscles rippled and flexed as he walked over that undulating ground. Those shoulders were as muscled and beautiful from the back as from the front. The smooth, sun-browned skin of his back gripped tightly upon strong, defined musculature, narrowing sharply toward the waist. The pants line dipped tantalizing and beltless in the back. With his near translucent complexion, dirty blond hair and awesome green eyes Hasan was an incredibly handsome young boy, deliciously so. Tall and slender with rippling teen muscles, he was temptation, walking on two legs... Already extremely shy and quiet, his awkward squirming, in the face of even the minutest attention, and his adolescent charm made him all the more desirable...He was, it could be said, the living wet dream of every man! Bhirav was simply stunned the moment he spotted this cute boy. He had seen Hasan earlier but he was looking at the transformer Hasan now. Transformed into a beautiful butterfly... colour full and young from a dull looking larva. Bhirav was standing at the sweet shop where he saw Hasan coming in the shop. Hasan was a foot shorter than Bhirav's 5'-10". What Bhirav saw was a very fair skinned shy boy , with golden hairs and thick eye lashes...a shapely nose accentuated by the pink lips. His eyes moved lower, taking in each inch of the beautiful figure.... Hasan turned slightly before entering the shop and Bhirav looked at his tight bubble butt.... Oh, so full and smooth... incredible! He knew it would send the guys in a tizzy to just catch a glimpse of that awesome butt, those firm rounded cheeks.... But then, he just couldn't let that happen... he had to suppress his feelings.... the real him.... But calling of his raging hormones were forcing him to do otherwise. That night Bhirav couldn't sleep at all. Image of Hasan left him twisting and turning in the bed. Next day he decided to go for a simple swim in the afternoon. It was quiet at that time with hardly anyone on the river bank. Bhirav loved that atmosphere and just sat under a tree enjoying the scene. From the corner of his eye he caught some movement in the water. A head was popping up and down without creating any ripples. It was a boy, careless and unaware of any presence of a stranger around. After 5 minutes that boy decided to come out of the water, and for the first time Bhirav realised, it was the same boy. His heavenly body emerging slowly out of water. Breathlessly Bhirav stared at that boy. There was a slight smattering of few strands of silky blond hair, barely visible, under his arms.... but the torso was left bare and smooth, the boy tits pink and so tender looking, already pointed and stiff with the excitement flooding his body.... Lower still, his eyes traveled, over the flat belly, to the sudden rise of the pubic mound... covered with a tiny strands of silky, curly blond hair.... and out of the bush rose the most tender looking stalk, his penis, about two inch in its flaccid state and just over four when hard.... The balls hanging low in their silky sac, two equally large globes.... rolling slightly as he shifted. God might not been kind while blessing that boy with good brain but was more generous while showering him with the best physical attributes. Boy froze the moment he saw Bhirav. It was too late to go in the water or hide somewhere behind a tree or bush. Boy looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Bhirav was the first to come out of stupor and gave a warm smile. Boy still couldn't move. Bhirav got up and went to him. Picking his towel... Bhirav started drying that boy. Not knowing what to do, the boy simply stood there. Bhirav had complete access AND an excuse to touch that beauty everywhere. Bhirav started drying him neck down. He dried Hasan's back first before turning him around. Now Hasan was facing away. Towel was wrapped around his chest and Bhirav was cupping his boy breast. Bhirav just pulled Hasan in and both stood still enjoying the situation. Feeling his heart rampage within his ribcage, slamming violently finding the man standing right behind him - his head barely reaching the man's chest! Wild-eyed, Hasan stared at nothing feeling the stranger's warm embrace...his hot breath near his right ear...his swollen lump against his lower back. Realising his nudity in front of stranger, Hasan hurriedly bent down and inturn pushing his buttocks back on now stiffenning cock. Hurriedly he just wore his shorts. Bhirav amusingly looked at the offering. A boy extremely cute and cuddly in a short which was too tight. It was merely covering his groin area, accentuating his every curve and an outline of his thin cock. Hi Hassan! I am Bhirav . Do you remember me. Hasan remembered strenger's mesmerising eyes...chiselled-featured, full-lipped and square-jawed... the handsome face was topped with jet black glossy hair... equally black, thick eyebrows hooding those darkly enchanting, amazingly long-lashed, kohl lined hazel eyes...Disconcertingly captivating. Totally magnificent! Strenger leaned in, his warm crotch flush against the boy's lower back... one palm flat over Hasan's wildly thumping heart... resting his chin down on Hasan's head. Smooth-cheeked, wide-eyed, nostrils flared... the tiny, pouty little mouth slightly parted, Hasan stared into nothing from behind a headful of straight, silky golden limp hair framing that elfin cute face. "Your heart's on overdrive..." the strenger whispered huskily as he bent his knees, his face almost level with the boy's, his palm swirling over Hasan's chest, fingernails raking at the pointy boy nipples and his straining cock pushing at the thin cotton of the towel... the eyes glinting as he asked with a crooked smile, "Excited, eh?" Shaken by an uncontrolled jitter Hasan didn't know if he was excited or nervous... or, simply terrified... staring silently, his mind a total blank... his pubescent cock very awake! "Nervous, huh?" the man asked again, the hand slowly sliding up... reaching for and gripping the satiny chin, tilting Hasan's head up... bring his face closer, his warm breath washing over the boy's flushed face, "Done it before?" Quickly lowering his gaze Hasan shook his head... and instantly felt the man's other hand grab his crotch, full palm... making him gasp in shock, and horror - shock at the blatant, and unexpected act; horror at the realisation of the intensity of his own arousal: he was rock hard! His thin stem of cock was shooting out from his body like an arrow. And now this, this weird new feeling -- his wildly pounding heart, his head literally swimming... his ears blocked, and every bit of his entire body tingling... and, his cock? - Hurtfully Erect. Throbbing and flexing crazily in his form-fitting stretch trunks, as if ready to burst out of its own skin! This was all so totally new... something he had never felt or experienced before, EVER! He was like bat-shit horny, ready to do anything the man wanted. It was a scary feeling... and it was exhilarating! "Man, you're hard..." the Bhirav let out a soft laugh giving the boy bulge a gentle squeeze, "You want it, huh?!" Even before Hasan could collect his thoughts, the man brought his face even closer... those full, manly lips covering his parted mouth... sucking out his breath! With a whimper Hasan's hands shot up, grabbing the man's arms... his crotch pushing down into the man's palm, sensing the strong fingers clutch his raging boy package. And as the man nibbled and nipped at his juicy, cherry lips, while still squeezing his teen bulge... Hasan felt his other hand release his chin and move lower... snaking down his slim waist to grab at his bare right butt cheek! "Man, that's one amazingly awesome pair of butt you have..." the man grinned pulling back his mouth for a moment, giving the fleshy globe a quick squeeze, patting the pair, "You had my complete attention the moment I caught a glimpse of these yesterday!" The man was once more back to kissing him, chewing on his pouty lips... his hands caressing and kneading his boy parts - front and back. Eyes shut tight and ears buzzing, Hasan felt the hand release his ass and move up, over the small of his back... sliding and slithering between their bodies... the fingers wiggling past the waist and slipping right there... the warm palm covering his right ass cheek, the fingers curled, holding the boy butt in a loving grip! "That's one incredibly firm ass you've got there..." the man expressed with evident wonderment between pecks and nibbles, his hand busy squeezing the plump globes, "How did you even manage to keep the village guys away, huh?" For a fleeting moment Hasan wondered whether he was giving in too easily? Whether he should respond with indignation at the barefaced effrontery of the stranger? Or, should he pull away and bolt... go looking for his friends? But little Hasan could just stood there, letting the man take the liberty... powerless under that hypnotic gaze... becharmed by the hazel eyes. Hopelessly horny under the masterful ministration of those magical digits... that persistent tongue... those witching lips... shivering all over in the throes of mindless arousal, going on gazing at the stranger in mute concupiscence! €~€~ Bhirav, the esteemed and invincible sex partner, found himself facing an unimaginable predicament. His heart and soul were etched with compassion and a gentle nature, yet destiny laid an arduous path before him. It demanded a shift in his usual demeanor, urging him to cast his mild treatment aside and don the armor of aggression towards his student--a junior, a young boy whose bubble butt had made him crazy, was thirsty for knowledge and yearning to conquer the untamed world of the this game. The bond hitherto shared between them was one forged by trust, affection, and an unspoken lust. Bhirav had nurtured the budding mate, guiding his sex mate with a tender touch, celebrating every tiny victory as Hasan made small progress towards the ultimate prize, getting fucked. At every stumbling hurdle, Bhirav extended a helping hand, all time patient and understanding, as a companion should be. Yet, the sands of time swept the young boy closer to a realm that required more than kindness. It demanded a strength that could only be unlocked through the keys of sexual aggression. And so, with a single goal in his mind, Bhirav made the choice to transform his benevolence into a formidable sex force, concealing his tender tendencies within a cloak of urgency. The second day of their meeting arrived, and with it, an atmosphere swirling with an unfamiliar air of intensity. The gentle smile that once adorned Bhirav's countenance was replaced by an unmistakable determination etched upon his face. The look in his eyes became piercing, penetrating the weakest chinks in Hasan's armor, urging him to rise above the limitations he himself had imposed and surrender to Bhirav. Bhirav was fantasizing about many ways... he can enjoy Hasan's young and tender body. From the ashes of a mild person, a fierce warrior emerged. Bhirav wanted to cajole the young boy beyond his perceived boundaries and push his fat cock in that juicy pussy, all the while nursing a silent ache within his cock. His voice, once a soothing lullaby, now thundered like crashing waves, shaking the very core of Hasan's being. Every word dripped with a passion and lust for mating, fueling a growing fire within the depths of their shared souls. And though the transformation was painful, there was an undeniable beaut huy in it. Bhirav recognized that to truly soar, tender boy must be tempered through trials of fire. As the seconds turned into hours, the student began to grasp the essence of his mentor's forceful teachings. He absorbed the knowledge like a parched land soaks in the rain, embracing the art of the sex game with a newfound vigor. In their silent moments of reflection, Bhirav clung to the promise he made to himself. He yearned for the day when Hasan would bridge the gap between them, rising above his own expectations, conquering the very peaks of the sex game they both held dear. The price Bhirav paid was heavy, but he knew the results would be worth it. Bhirav trailed his right hand down Hasan's spine, a trail of gooseflesh spreading across Hasan's back in its wake. As Bhirav's hand neared his ass, he could feel the heat being given off by Hasan's battered buttcheeks. Letting Bhirav's fingers trail gently down the perfect cleft between those two rosy globes, Bhirav could sense Mark's ass wiggle imperceptibly, his asshole seeking something hard and penetrating. He probably wasn't even aware of it. Once again, his body betrayed him. -s-shit, Bhirav," he stuttered, scared now, "Just l-l-let me go. You are huge. I w- w-won't be able to take it. ." "Of course you won't," Bhirav said, bringing his fingers up to his own mouth and spitting generously onto them, "I'm gonna be keeping a real close eye on you, Hasan. Real close." Then Bhirav jammed his right index finger up to the webbing in Hasan's asshole. "FUCKKK!" he screamed. Sure, it probably was uncomfortable, but the asshole his knuckles crashed through hadn't seen any use. Of that, Bhirav was sure. And Hasan's whole body stiffened, and Bhirav felt his sphincter knotting itself around Bhirav's finger as Bhirav began twisting it around inside of him. Having his hand planted on the firm backside of a handsome young stud like Hasan was having its effect on Bhirav. The fit of his short's quickly got uncomfortable, his burgeoning prick strangled by the denim in its attempt to stretch down his pantleg. He let go the hold he had on Hasan's hair, to rip open his fly, and let his dick loose. It tumbled out, quickly stretching to full length in its newfound freedom. He then used his free hand to part Hasan's buttcheeks even wider, giving him a better view of his fingers plundering Hasan's asshole. Have you ever been fucked before Hasan?" Bhirav asked, grinding his fingers in and out of Hasan's butthole, feeling his prostate hardening under the not-so-gentle prodding of his fingers. "S-s-sure," he replied, "all the time." "The truth," I demanded, as I jammed a third finger into his already choked chute. "Aaggg," he groaned, "N-n-no. Never." As much as he tried to act like he hated it, his pelvis was gyrating in rhythm with Bhirav's fingers, pushing back against Bhirav like a dog in heat, speaking to Bhirav of his deepest desires. Hasan craved a man who could use him the way he needed to be used, a man who could possess him and force him to perform unspeakable acts. Hasan was one hot piece of ass, and Bhirav was more than ready to oblige him. Hasan craned his head around trying to watch Bhirav over his shoulder. He moaned as Bhirav let his dick settle into the groove of his ass. Bhirav reached forward and grabbed his right arm pulling it back and placing it on his own asscheeks. "Now, come on, open up for me," Bhirav ordered. Hasan got the idea, dropping his torso forward, laying his face in the grass, as he reached back with both hands to spread his cheeks wide open. Where his fingers pressed into the reddened flesh of his ass, the skin turned white, just like a sunburn. Bhirav allowed himself a brief smile, taking pride in the results of the treatment Bhirav had given him. Bhirav levered his bare phallus down, taking aim at the blossoming knot of muscle Hasan had revealed to him. The rosette of pink flesh quivered in anticipation. The thought crossed Bhirav's mind that the work out his fingers had just given his sphincter may not have been adequate. If he hadn't caught Hasan alone at the river, he might have worried about that.... reluctantly. "Ya, Allah!" Hasan groaned as Bhirav pressed his cockhead against Hasan's hole, "You're really gonna do this." Hasan was near to cry. "You bet," Bhirav replied, not knowing if it was a question or not, as Bhirav bent forward and spat a mouthful of saliva down Hasan's crevice. A thick strand trailed lewdly from his lips to Hasan's ass before Bhirav wiped it away. Sliding his boner up and down Hasan's crack, Bhirav generously coated both his cockhead and Hasan's asshole with spit. Then, fisting his shaft, he grabbed hold of Hasan's hip with his other hand, and speared into Hasan's narrow chute without warning. His scream echoed through the glade. And Bhirav hadn't even gotten the head in yet. Grabbing hold of his narrow waist with both hands, Bhirav thrust into him viciously, sending his cockhead and an inch of marble-like shaft into the steamy confines of his rectum. The next scream wasn't as loud as the first, probably because he was too busy gasping for air. Bhirav held still for a moment, letting him adjust to the breaching of his defenses, and then started pressing into him again. God, but he was hot and tight. And it wasn't just that. His asswalls were convulsing along the length of Bhirav's dick, gripping and rubbing him to near delirium. "Ya Allah," he moaned breathlessly, with about half the length of Bhirav embedded in his ass, "I can't take any more." Hasan was sobbing. "Yer gonna take it all, little man," Bhirav grunted, shoving his hips forward, sliding in another fraction of an inch. And with Bhirav's piece parked up his butt, it wasn't like he was going anywhere. "Come on. Open up that sweet ass. Wider!" His face contorted as he stretched his cheeks wider apart, his knuckles whitening with the effort. With a low moan, he arched his spine, pushing back against me. One had to admire that kind of determination. And Bhirav did, looking down to see his pink asslips flex and swallow another two inches of cock. His body went limp and he groaned, trying to deal with the new wave of pain and fullness that coursed through him. Hasan was struggling. Reasonably certain that Bhirav had made his point, Bhirav knew Hasan needed his support and encouragement to make it through the rest. After all, Bhirav didn't want this to be a one-time, never-to-be repeated event. Bhirav wanted-no, needed-him to be coming back for more. All summer. "Yer doin' good, Hasan," Bhirav said reassuringly, rubbing his hands up and down Hasan's sides. "Uhhh! Shit!" was his whispered reply, as, eyes squeezed shut, he fought to control his breathing and relax his muscles. Reaching underneath him, Bhirav massaged his belly, feeling its tautness and the way it bulged in trying to accommodate Bhirav's prick. Bhirav loved watching a kid's stomach rising and falling in rhythm to his thrusts, seeing Hasan's prick and balls bounce as his dick bottomed out. Not this time, Bhirav sighed. This fuck was all about domination. But it was going to be a long summer, and if he treated Hasan right, he was sure he'd be back for more. Then, Bhirav would get his chance. "Okay, Hasan," Bhirav encouraged him, "Almost there. One more time. Ready?" Hasan nodded his head, gritting his teeth together. One could see the sweat running off his brow. He may have been slacking off earlier, but he was working now. Tightening Bhirav's grip on his hips, Bhirav bided his time, timing the rhythmic convulsion of his sphincter around Bhirav's shaft, waiting for just the right moment... "Now," Bhirav yelled, lunging into him while pulling Hasan back towards him, intent on impaling Hasan completely on his phallus. "FUUUCCCKKK!" Hasan shrieked, as his hips slammed forward, the head of Bhirav's shaft nestling firmly into the bend of his gut. Hasan's asshole was stuffed with Bhirav's cock. "Atta, boy," Bhirav congratulated him, looking down to see nothing but his pubic hair pressed into kid's crack, "How does it feel to have a man's cock buried in you Hasan?" Hasan moaned, pulling his hands from between Bhirav's hips and his asscheeks. Planting them beside his shoulders, he lifted his torso off the ground so that he was on his hands and knees. He was trembling. Bhirav checked the urge to start pile driving into him. This needed to be at Hasan's pace. At least, this time. Next time, Bhirav could script a different story. And, moment by moment, Bhirav was getting more sure that there would be a next time. "Fuckin' hurts like hell," Hasan groaned, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Yeah, but ya like it. Don'tcha?" Bhirav replied, rubbing his lower back with a firm pressure. "Yesss," Hasan hissed, lowering his forehead to the ground, but staying on all fours, "But, oh, fuck, this hurts!" He sucked in a lung full of air and let it out slowly. For Bhirav's part, he held still, his cock blissfully planted in the hottest, tightest piece of ass Bhirav ever had the pleasure of fucking. After a few moments, his breathing became more regular and Bhirav could feel and then see the muscles in his back relax. "Are ya ready?" asked Bhirav ,itching to throw him the mean fuck they both needed. "Yeah," he moaned, "Fuck me, Bhirav." Fuck me with that mean and man cock of yours. It was music to Bhirav's ears. Bhirav almost came out of his skin when Hasan rocked back and felt the hot embrace of his sphincter slide along Bhirav's cock. For a moment, Bhirav wondered if he was ever going to get his dick back, but Hasan's asshole finally surrendered its grip on Bhirav's member. Again, fighting the urge to start lunging in and out of Hasan, Bhirav started a slow, gentle rhythm of fuckthrusts, withdrawing steadily more and more of his dick from Hasan's protesting orifice on each backstroke. It wasn't long before Hasan was pushing back to meet Bhirav's thrusts, moaning blissfully. "You like getting it up the ass? Don'tcha, Hasan?" "Shit ... yeah," he replied, his words punctuated by the air exploding from his lungs as Bhirav's cock nudged into places where he'd never been touched before, "Fuck ... me ... Bhirav ... hard." The boy was a natural. Hasan took to Bhirav's big piece like a pig to the mud on a hot summer day, squealing with delight, thrashing about in ecstasy. Bhirav was now pulling out of him almost completely and corkscrewing back in with authority, Bhirav's hips smacking noisily against his backside, Bhirav's sweaty balls slapping against his thighs. What Hasan lacked in experience, he made up for with enthusiasm. He worked his lucious hips in a grinding circle, screwing his hungry asshole about Bhirav's pillaging dick. No one knows how long they went on like that, screwing like animals, grunting and sweating. Hasan's back and ass became slick with sweat, both with his and Bhirav's that had dripped onto him, making it difficult for Bhirav to keep his hands planted on Hasan firmly. But that had long since stopped being important. It wasn't necessary for Bhirav to hold Hasan in place anymore. He knew his place. Bent over in front of a big dick. "Allah ... I'm ... fuckin' comin'," Hasan yelled, as Bhirav felt his guts lock down hard on his prick. The way Hasan's taut, little body shuddered told Bhirav he was having a mind- blowing orgasm. The guttural sounds and string of profanities spilling from his mouth only served to reinforce Bhirav's observation. Bhirav kept right on plowing into Hasan's hot little butt, feeling the urgency in his own loins building. Bhirav knew he wasn't going to be far behind Hasan. "Oh, Allah," he moaned as his arms buckled, and he slumped to the ground. Bhirav slammed into Hasan three more times, and then yanked his prick free from Hasan's butt. Bhirav jerked his prick furiously. It took only three pulls before his balls melted and rushed up through Bhirav's cock. The first shot sailed past Hasan's head. The next three spurts squirted out like thick lines of white, splashing onto Hasan's head and neck. Grunting with the spasms that wracked Bhirav's body, he deposited the rest of his load onto Hasan's back, the jagged white smears contrasting with the deep brown tan of his skin. Bhirav's head was still spinning when he finally stood up, nearly tripping over Hasan's prone form beneath him. Hasan lay there, totally spent, taken and used. As Bhirav watched, Hasan reached back with one hand, and gently fingered the now gapping hole in his backside. His butthole was swollen and red, but Bhirav knew that would only be temporary. "Don't worry," Bhirav said, kicking off his boots, "it'll close up." "I know," he said slyly. Perhaps Bhirav had been wrong in his assessment of how inexperienced Hasan was. Hasan stared at the drooping mass of dickmeat hanging from Bhirav's groin. "I just can't believe I had all of that up in me." "Believe it," Bhirav declared. It was time to see if Hasan would be a repeat customer. "And believe me, you're one hell of a fuck. I wouldn't mind dipping into you, again, if you're game." A big grin spread across his handsome face, oddly sexy with the thick clots of come sticking to his cheek and hair. He didn't say another word. He didn't have to. Bhirav pulled off his jeans and headed for the river. "Come on," Bhirav called after him, "let's rinse off and then get back to work." They splashed around in the water for about five minutes, and then got dressed. Bhirav escorted Hasan back to where he was supposed to have been mending. At the end, Hasan bid farewell to his special trainer, his guide, his sex guru, feeling a mix of gratitude and excitement. The Bhirav's sex guidance had given him a renewed sense of purpose and an unwavering belief in his abilities in this field. Initially he was apprehensive about the big step he wanted to take but ultimately after the step was taken with Bhirav's style, he had liked what Bhirav introduced to him. Hasan walked away from that meeting with his head held high, ready to embrace the challenges and triumphs that awaited him. True his asshole was on fire, but pains were subsiding. Maybe river water bath helped to reduce the intensity of pains. Xxxxxxxxxxxcccxxxccc He was, triumphant and transformed now, Bhirav's heart surged with unparalleled joy. Words escaped him, emotions swelling, for he understood the purpose of his journey as a sex companion. The transformation, though painful, had birthed an unbreakable bond forged in the crucible of courage. As they embraced in shared victory before parting ways, Bhirav took Hasan in tight embrace and whispered words of praise and gratitude, acknowledging the strength of endurance which was hidden within his sweet pussy. And in that precious moment, Hasan realized the importance and power of his pussy. Bhirav, had granted him a gift far greater than the tricks of the sex game. He had blessed him with the unbeaten experience... first of his life. What a force... what an intensity. Yes ... this was the first time... but he knew.. it won't be the last time. Their journey was not merely one of a sex partners, but of two souls entwined, forever bound by the sacrificial flames of passion and love and lust. €~€~€~ If you enjoy this story, please support Nifty! By supporting Nifty, we can continue to use this wonderful, free archive. Visit: http://donate.nifty.org Please visit Netaji under prolific author's listing, for more of my stories