Date: Wed, 11 Jan 2012 03:17:49 +0530 From: Khan Khan Subject: Fast-Forward Chapter 2 This is a work of pure fiction and resemblance to any person living or dead may be pure co-incidental. This story contains sexual and emotional relationships between two and more men. If such content offends you in anyway, then you are free to leave this page. If it is illegal in your area to be reading such material, then please go back. Also, even though it may contain sexual content at some point, I would like to make it a point to inform the readers that it will not contain much sex, so if you're reading this story just for the sex then you might be disappointed. It attempts to explain the many complexities that underlie each other and how and what kind of a role they play in making men dependant on other men. Feedback is welcome at afanni.toofanni@gmail.com, the last time I'd misspelt my email address. Sorry for that! Fast-Forward By Khan Chapter 2 - Come A seventeen year old boy awakens on a beach all wet and cold. The sun is just about to set on the horizon and the boy has a little problem with his vision because there still are some drops of salty ocean water hanging from his long thick eyelashes. He blinks a few times and manages to open his oval eyes wide. They are deep steel grey in colour but because of the blue hues of the sea make his eyes look almost blue too. Only if one stared into his eyes from a close proximity, as if to stare right into his soul through his eyes, would a person realise the cool steel grey that the colour of his eyes are. He can feel the golden sand underneath his bronzed skin. He feels like he has probably been roasted under the sun for a very long time. He can feel the salinity in the deepest pour of his body. Just as he tries to remember where he is, or who he is, does he realise that his head is in the lap of another person. He looks up and straight into the eyes of the person on whose lap his head lay. He's the most beautiful man that the boy has ever laid his eyes on. In fact, he doesn't even remember seeing a man before him. There seems to be an almost astonished expression on his face, as if he just saw a dead man come to life. As their gaze locks each others' eyes and as their questioning eyes drink in the reality of each other, the man's astonishment changes to a sense of relief and as he inhales in order to make some kind of verbal contact, the boy retreats from the man's lap and manages to sit up, covering his arms over his wet and naked torso to shield himself both from the wind as well the man's eyes. As he jerks himself back he sways his long red hair which shines under the last rays of the sinking sun, a brilliant shade of the deepest colour scarlet. The man smiles and says in his deep British accent, "I was scared that you would never open your eyes, and my god are they beautiful!" "Who are you? Where am I? How did I get here?" The boy is scared. "I will tell you who I am, but you have to tell me where you came from. What is the last thing that you remember?" the man asks softly, taking his palm and placing it gently on the little boy's face to calm him down. "I don't remember anything, I don't even know who I am?. I'm really scared! Who are you?" "I found you on the shore of my private beach, washed out by the sea. As far as I know there isn't anyone who shows up near this place for miles. It's a miracle you showed up on the shore and survived," the man says handing the boy a towel to cover and dry himself up. The man's deep voice and alluring smile had only a temporary calming effect on the boy. "But, I cant remember anything! I don't know where I last was, what am I going to do?" the boy clearly getting more and more fretful, lungs forward to bury his head into the man's broad shoulders. As he does this, he seems to melt away like a candle melts infinitesimally under its blazing flame, inhaling the sweet, musky and masculine odour which seems to be his natural and not a perfume. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you till the time you can remember anything at all." He says patting the boy on his back gently. "But how do I trust you?" asks the boy innocently looking at the man into his deep brown eyes. The man stares into the boy's eyes for the second time and studies he's gorgeous face carefully. He then leans forward and presses his lips against the boy's full and pink lips, crushing them with a gentle push of reassurance as he slowly runs his fingers through the boy's brilliant scarlet hair. The boy mesmerised by the man's musky scent and the sweet taste of his lips, is almost transfixed in his position and begins to feel weak in his knees, not from the shock that he just received but from a warm sensation that seems to be swelling inside of him making him feel ripples of sensory pleasures he had never known to exist before this. The older man with his athletic build of a swimmer pulls the petite frame of the boy against his body with his muscular arms by working his hand against the landscape of his neatly arched back while still kissing him. As his fingers stroked the boy's bronzed back, the boy finally pulls back from his first ever intimate kiss and lets his neck hang back from the weakening that these sensory pleasures are causing him. The man uses this opportunity to explore the boy's fragile long neck with his firm lips causing the boy to moan in ecstasy. He can feel the blood gushing through the arteries in the boy's neck which is the result of extreme stimulation for the first time. The boy is on his back on the sand and the man is slurping over the boy's nipples that are erect from attention. The sand is sticking to his back as he perspires from the brilliant love-making. The man is licking the boy's flat abs on the boy's stomach that are there due to the lack of any fat as the boy runs his fingers into the man's short blonde hair. The man's mouth is full of the boy's erect and beautiful dick that seems to be emitting a copious amount of pre-cum drenching the few sprouts of red pubic hair the boy has. The boy has discovered the man's dick and is shocked by it's size which is almost twice the size of his own dick. He is looking at it in amazement. He tries to lick it and swallow it whole. He is intently sucking on the massive dick that belongs to the most beautiful man he has ever seen. He tried his best to pleasure this Adonis of a man as much as possible The man sucks the boy's dick as the boy sucks the man's. The man slowly starts to finger the boy and the boy moans in reaction to this causing the man to suck at the boy even harder. The boy shrieks in pain as the man enters him for the first time. The boy's cheeks begin to turn red as he boy-cherry is popped like he never imagined even in his wildest imaginations. The boy is screaming, telling the man to go on and fuck him like a dog. The tension between the both of them increases as much as the friction increases. The boy is fully red in the face as the man keeps hitting his G-spot and his dick twitches in brilliance without him doing anything. They boy is on his knees now as the man ploughs from behind. The boy screams out aloud as his boy juice spurts out from his penis volley after volley and keeps on moaning softly as the man keeps shoving into his tunnel of ecstasy. The man shoots on the boy pearly white jets of stream one after the other until he has emptied his bottled lust onto the beautiful boys face and then lowers his own to lick it all off slurp by slurp. Tanveer finally ejaculates at the end of the fast forwarded montage of the video on his laptop. Not being careful, a few drops shoot right onto the screen and slowly start trickling downwards. He a dirty t-shirt and wipes the screen with it, and then himself. For some reason he always loves porn films which have an interesting story leading to the sex. Most people whom he knows don't care about the story of the scenes. All they care about is the raw and animalistic sex. But for some reason that he cannot fathom, the story of how the people would meet turns him on more than the actual sex bit. Just like the porn scene he watched just, he always lands up fast forwarding most of the video and lands up watching the end where the actors finally ejaculate. It's always the initiation and the climax that really turns him on. In fact, he has become so restless that he just cannot watch an entire full length porn film. He doesn't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing, but he just cannot get himself to sit through it. Whether it's the need to get off just then or just to get it over with because he's so bored with the whole process; every time after getting off, he seems to have this very argument in his head. He has tried to speak to some his friends about this, when it had initially began to bother him, but judging from the weird responses that he got from them, he thought it was better to keep these thoughts to himself. All his friends ever care about his the actual sex, not what happens before the sex or even after. But how can a person not be curious? What happens to the pizza boy after he's fucked in the ass for being late for his order? What happens to the mischievous boy who has slept with his brother's best friend? What grades do the students get after seducing their teachers? What happens after the boy gets raped in the forest? Even though these thoughts seem funny and quite often inconsequential, but that's just the train of thoughts that goes through Tanveer's mind and more often than not, disrupting the whole process of him trying shag while watching a porno.