Why do we do things, that we do at times... is there an answer? Guess not... and that's what we call IMPULSE!
Young, charming, with boyish good-looks... Intelligent, educated and decent... I come from a family of high social standing - a family that is highly regarded and spoken of in hushed tones and glowing terms.
Rich, cultured, and steeped in tradition... we are a close knit family, where each member of the clan stands stoutly by the side of the rest - ferociously loyal, and proud in the name... and of course, our cherished family values that each member of the clan took immense pride in!
Raised with military discipline, we were also firmly grounded -- no pretension, and no vanity!
[ So, how do I explain what happened the other day? ]
I was in a rundown part of town going from point A to point B (on my way to a friend's for lunch), cruising along smoothly in the light Sunday late morning traffic, humming an old tune... when nearing the intersection, the traffic slowing, I carefully manoeuvred the car to the right lane (since I had to take a right), and slammed the brakes.
[ Here, I need to tell you that we are a Nation of right-hand drive, and keep to the left of the road (LHT) - which is our right side - and taking a right turn at an intersection is either outright prohibited or controlled. ]
Well, less traffic or more, these lights take their own sweet time to change and lowering the glass a crack I lit a cigarette, inhaling deep, letting out a satisfied sigh... and as I sat, I caught some rapid movement to my right...
[ Well, another little éclaircissement: at intersections where right turn is permitted, the opposing straight traffic has the first right of passage, and only then, for a very brief period, the right turn is allowed, before the light once more turns red. ]
Turning my head I glanced, and saw the most glorious sight of the morning...
There, right outside my window, at eye level, standing on the raised central median (crossing island, central reservation - whatever you call it), was the most devilishly divine, mouth-watering, track-clad bulge (trackpants, sweatpants, joggers, whatever you wanna call it - those cheap ones that you can pick up at sidewalk stalls).
And at first glance it was obvious that the guy was au-naturel under that much-used, much-faded, much-frayed piece of garment... for there was this most cutest, the most tantalising lump lifting the thin material away from the body!
Feeling an instant stirring in my loins, I lowered the glass completely and leaned slightly further to the right and discreetly looked up... and felt my heart thrill at what my eyes saw -- a most adorable young lad... slender and tall... large eyes, sharp chiselled features, and the most incredibly full, pouty lips!
He had a healthy, bronzed complexion... and tight, dark, unruly curls that fell in a seductive way across his forehead...
He was Beautiful - Absolutely Yummy!
In one hand he held a much battered grip-flask, and in the other a half-dozen precariously stacked khulads (earthen/clay cups) -- probably tea from a nearby tea-stall for the family, or friends -- his eyes scanning the swift moving traffic, waiting for the lights to change so that he could cross over to the other side of the street.
Travelling lower, down the slightly rumpled, stained undershirt (vest or singlet, whatever you wanna call it), my eyes were back to where they belonged, where they had been first snared - his crotch - and locked in on that cute package once more, carefully studying the lump...
It was clear that this awesome display was the result of an incredible narrow waist... and a flat, almost hollowed abdomen, that really pushed out his pubes, displaying his joy, his pride even more acutely as he stood ram-rod straight.
'Boy-oh-boy!', I groaned, feeling ridiculously hot -- it was a real handful... the distinctly large, heavy pair of balls languid between the solid thighs... lovingly cradling the slumbering treasure of his young manhood in its luxuriant fold... all of three or three and a half inches of thick, spongy flesh... the head (glans penis) clearly, distinctly delineated -- a cut cock!
I really don't know what got into me, but it was so maddeningly tempting -- right there, blatantly on display... inches away, so within reach -- and extinguishing the just lit cigarette I slowly stretched out the fingers of my right hand and very deliberately brushed along the length of the lump...
The crotch instinctively jerked back - reflex action - and then, to make sure that there was no confusion, no ambiguity, in anyone's mind about the contact being accidental, I brazenly reached back and petted the un-fended lump with my full palm, giving it a gentle squeeze... feeling a very distinct and appreciable response from the object of my attention as I swiftly ran my thumb up and down along the entire length!
The poor kid tensed, his hips jerking away, his pubes drawing back... but he didn't have anywhere to go, the median was but a narrow strip, and both his hands being occupied, he had no way of protecting his unshielded, exposed crotch!
I let my hand dangle out of the window and slowly raised my eyes... looking directly into his.
He was staring back, the looked stunned -- bewildered, astonished and uncertain, all at the same time... and even a wee bit embarrassed perhaps -- his hands desperately trying to hold onto the flask and khulads without dropping the fragile items, while at the same time try and shield his vulnerable... his treasured, family jewels.
And then once more I did something unthinkable -- still looking into his eyes I gave him a naughty grin as I softly, in the most rustic, street-parlance, told him how beautiful his cock was: "Tumhara ye lund bada hii mast hain!" - [Your dick's absolutely awesome]
His eyes widened as his jaws dropped and he gawped back at me, dumbfounded -- the look of surprise and confusion soon turning to one of amazed incredulity, and then shocked disbelief!
Shock at maybe what I had just done and said, especially in the unrefined terms employed... and disbelief at someone, so obviously of a higher social standing (cultured and genteel), driving an expensive, sleek car, was even capable to doing and saying such uncouth, impolite, vulgar things!
If he still haboured any doubts about the contact, vanished instantly, and he flushed, staring back in abashed wonderment, still unsure if he had heard me right.
All of this transpired in a matter of one, single minute!
And just as I was beginning to enjoy myself - the light turned green!
HELL! - things always had to happen at the wrong moment... and with the horns blaring behind me, I reluctantly shifted gear and pulled away... watching the reflection of a still dumbstruck young man staring at my fast receding car... mouth open, and the crotch front distinctly more pronounced!
Well, guess that was that, and as I rolled the glass up and returned to my humming, from where I had left off, grinning to myself at my own shockingly outrageous behaviour, I was sure that this guy would be another of those gut-wracking, cock-raising encounters that you keep having at airports, in crowded malls, or across the street... and soon I was dwelling on other thoughts.
But then, what do we really know, or understand, the greater games that the powers-that-be play with us?
Do you believe in coincidence - that remarkable concurrence of events that have no apparent connection with one another?
Life is all about coincidences and incidents, right?
Or, is there more to it - the natural, the supernatural, or maybe even paranormal? Fate? Destiny?
Or, is coincidence simply a matter of right place - right time? The human mind trying to explain the unexplained, comprehend the incomprehensible? Simple random occurrences that we try to ascribe meaning to?
After a highly enjoyable afternoon with friends while headed back home, tapping the steering wheel to the beat of the number that the radio was belting out, I was once more in that same area... and as I approached the crossing, the lights turned red.
But since I'd need to turn left, (a left turn is free here), the lights didn't mean a thing to me... and as I slowed and swerved left, I looked around, my eyes scanning the sidewalks on either side -- hey, don't get me wrong, I wasn't searching for anyone, just generally -- and what should my eyes light upon, but that same young lad... now showered and fresh, dressed in his Sunday best, walking out of a tiny alley...
I drove on and then pulled over, watching the boy in my rear view mirror... seeing him cross the street and walk down towards where I was parked... and as he approached I flipped the lock... and threw the passenger side door open the moment he came close... watching him stop abruptly, startled by the suddenly swinging door blocking his path.
Probably curious... likely outraged... he stooped and looked in... and then, as quick recognition dawned, I noticed the slight unnerving of those amazingly large, long-lashed, hazel eyes... and then he gave a small, coy smile of acknowledgement... the look quizzical.
I grinned back and jerked my head, signalling him to get in.
He hesitated for a brief moment, uncertain... and then parting those full lips wide he dazzled me with one of the most sultriest smiles I'd had in a long time... silently getting in and pulling the door shut.
"Fasten the seat belt," I said as I pulled back into the late afternoon traffic, adjusting the mirror so I could look at his face, swiftly driving away.
The boy was breathtakingly beautiful... and with those fabulously large, long-lashed doe eyes, those full, pouty lips... his delicately chiselled features, and silky-smooth skin... if dressed in women's clothes, he could easily be mistaken for an incredibly pretty young girl!
And his maddeningly sweet, shy demeanour... his coy smile... the restive twitching of his hands in his lap as he sat toying with his fingers, only adding to his charm...
We drove on in silence... my eyes dancing between the mirror and the road... drinking in his beauty.
I never, and I mean NEVER, hook up with strangers, and I NEVER pick up guys at street corners...
But as I said at the start... I know not what, I know not why... but I was doing things that day that was so beyond the usual me!
I took him to my neat little studio apartment, a very private pad, that I maintain close to my office for various exigencies, and extraneous situations -- like meetings that go on too late, or unscheduled work that drag on for too long, and yes, also for any such eventualities -- driving straight to the basement parking area.
"Let's go," I smiled at him, cutting the engine and getting out.
He followed quietly as I led the way to the elevator... suddenly seeming nervous... maybe even slightly scared?
Once inside the apartment I closed and bolted the door, and turning around saw him standing there... arms limp on either side, eyes scanning the room...
He didn't seem overwhelmed by the display of luxuriant wealth... the fanciful gadgets... simply curious.
Going closer, I smiled, running the back of my fingers across his handsome face... my thumb dragging over his full lips... seeing his eyes close as he sucked in air with a loud hiss...
"You are so pretty..." I whispered -- yes, I used the term 'pretty' and not 'handsome' or 'good-looking'.
Eyes still closed, his hand quickly reached up to grab my wrist... but he didn't stop me as he tilted his head, trapping my hand between his smooth cheek and shoulder.
Leaning forward I brushed my mouth across his and felt those soft, full lips tremble... but they remained closed.
"You like guys?" I asked pulling back.
He opened his eyes and looked at me, into my eyes, and nodded.
"You've had sex with guys?" I asked again.
He nodded again, "Back in my village, my cousin..." he said, speaking for the first time -- his voice soft and sweet, almost childlike.
"How old are you?" I asked, suddenly apprehensive.
"Eighteen..." he answered - and that made me ten years older!
"And your cousin?"
"Twenty-six now."
"Oh, so he seduced you?" I asked, one hand gently caressing his arm, while the other gripped his narrow, almost nonexistent waist.
He nodded.
"When did it first happen?"
"About three years back..."
"He brought you here, to town?"
He shook his head, "My maamu (maternal uncle) has a garage here... after I finished highschool, he got me here, six months back..."
"You don't meet your cousin anymore?"
"He works in a different city... when he visited home, every other month, he... he..." and he trailed off, giving a slight shrug.
"And what about here, the past six months, anyone?"
He shook his head.
"You miss the sex?"
He stared back at me, the eyes wide... and after a moment nodded.
There was no guilt, there was no shame... just a frank, matter-of-fact, honest statement!
Passing my arm around his slim waist, I pulled him into me, covering his mouth with mine, and this time he responded... his lips pliant, parting as my tongue slipped in.
He gasped... and moaned, both his hands gripping my shoulders as he ground his pubes into mine, and I could sense his arousal there... the searing heat radiating out, the benign lump that I had so admired that morning, now a raging boner... long and thick... pulsating with life.
Pulling back, I slowly began undressing him, undoing each button of his plain shirt... and then slipping it off his shoulders, caressing the warm, amazingly soft and smooth skin as it got exposed... groaning with lust as I saw his bare, hairless torso... the nipples dark brown and pointed, two mouth-watering raisins ready for the picking, set in the centre of two surprisingly large areolas circled by a few, straggly strands of silky fine hair...
Lowering my face I took one between my lips, my tongue tip swiftly swirling over the engorged teat... and heard him suck in air once more... a loud, long-drawn hiss...
He tasted clean, and smelt of cheap soap... but that didn't matter much as I gently nipped the turgid nub, making him groan out loud, his fingers gripping my shoulder tighter.
And as I slurped on his boy-tits - right and left - my hands slid lower... unbuttoning his jeans before unzipping the fly... and slipping my hands inside the waistband I quickly realised that he had nothing on underneath!
Working the jeans off his hips with my wrists, I reached in further... feeling those smooth globes... fondling and kneading the twin mounds before grabbing them...
That narrow waist... that slender hip couldn't hold on much longer, and his undone jeans simply slid down... falling all the way down to his ankles... and he was totally naked now!
Releasing his tits, and his buttocks, I stepped back... letting out a soft sigh as I saw him in all his naked glory... his jeans bunched at his feet...
The boy was ravishing!
Aware that I was keenly observing him, his nudity, he blushed... suddenly self-conscious, but neither ashamed, nor embarrassed... simply standing there, the arms limp on either side, the head slightly tilted back, the eyes half closed, furiously licking his awesome full lips... breathing heavily... his slim frame jerked by sudden, spasmodic shudders.
Slender -- almost waif thin, but not bony -- the boy was smooth all over, the teen muscles subtle, but well formed and firm under the taut, bronzed skin... the almost straight torso gently tapering down to his incredible narrow waist... and at the centre of that trijuncture (where the torso met the thighs) the bare, silky-smooth expanse of skin finally broken by the lush patch of dark, curly pubes... and from amidst that unruly bush rose his teen cock, large and handsome, pointing high as it flexed and throbbed... the cut head glistening with a coating of the leaked precum.
I reached over and slowly turned him around... staring in awe and admiration at his butt -- the kid had an ass to die for -- two perfect peeled melons, large and rounded, full and firm!
Turning him back once more, I took his rigid cock in my hand, giving it a loving squeeze... and heard him groan, his hips strutting forward... and as I looked at him, into his hazel eyes, our gaze locked...
He seemed to be waiting for some sign, some signal... wanting to hear my approval... and as I smiled at him, his lips too parted, the eyes twinkling with joy as he graced me with that same coy, killer smile.
Suddenly bold, he reached out... grabbing the hem of my tee and swiftly tugging it over and off me... reaching down to unbutton my snug capri shorts, undoing the fly... before pushing it down along with my briefs... disrobing me.
Now it was his turn to stare and gander... and he did exactly that... his eyes, and his hands - roving and touching... gawping and groping... peeking and prying...
No longer coy, and no more uncertain, he proved to be a cute little horny bastard... well versed in the joyous games of carnal exploration and pleasure!
Dropping down on his knees he grabbed my cock with both hands... fascinated as he stroked the semi erect shaft... pulling back the thin, delicate foreskin all the way down before pulling it back up... his tongue lashing out to take quick licks... and then he literally gobbled me! swiftly taking me deep down his warm throat... making me groan at the sudden moist heat engulfing my quickly hardening phallus... making me lift high on my toes as I grabbed his head, tugging at his thick, curly locks...
Once fully hard - flexing and throbbing - he withdrew his mouth and retracting my foreskin swirled his tongue around the exposed glans... and then drew the skin up, trapping his tongue within, continuing to swirl it... one hand firmly holding my thick base, the other keeping the hood in place!
My laboured breathing, my twitching and flexing buttocks... my curling toes... proved the fact that there is nothing like a good, hands-on education in the practical school of learning... and he had been very well-trained!
"Let's take a shower..." I said placing my hands on his hunched shoulders... hating to break it up, quit a perfectly amazing blow-job... but I wanted more, and I seriously needed a shower - what with being out the whole afternoon and all that.
He paused, pulling back to look up at me, seeming confused.
"A shower," I repeated with a smile... and soon we were headed for the bathroom.
"What's your name?" I asked as I opened the overhead shower, setting the water to the right temperature.
"Afroze..." he answered.
"Wow, that's a real lovely name, Afroze," I said and he gave a shy smile.
"So, how many times have you done this with your cousin?"
"Each time he came home, many..." he replied as I pulled him under the warm spray, "and sometimes he got his friends too..."
"Wow, a real gang-bang session, eh?" I grinned, and since he didn't seem to get the 'gang-bang' part, staring back at me, uncomprehending, I added,
"How many friends?" pouring a generous amount of shower gel onto my palm.
"Sometimes two, sometimes three..." he replied.
"And they all fucked you?"
He nodded, as I began lathering him up.
"Together... um, I mean you guys did it together?" I asked as with wide swipes I went up and down the length of his slim frame, my hands slipping and sliding... under his arms... between his legs -- caressing and fondling... tweaking his nipples... cradling his dangling balls... kneading those glorious globes...
"Um... yes... they took turns," he wiggled, ticklish probably.
Reaching up I grabbed his smooth cheeks and pulling him close, gave him a quick peck on those pouty lips.
He let out a small laugh of joy, and then reaching down grabbed my rigid cock, squeezing the flexing shaft, "You too have a very nice cock," he said, his fingers slowly stroking the length, "nice, big and thick..."
"You like it big?" I asked, my hands once more back on his buttocks...
He nodded, letting out a gasp as I slid my soapy fingers between his ass cheeks... dragging them along the deep cleft... over the tightly clenched orifice... and in spite of what he had stated about his cousin and himself... and the 'taking-turns-to-fuck' scenario, the opening was tight... obviously small from the feel of it... and as I nudged it, he lifted up on his toes, letting out a grunt... his ass pushing back as he grabbed my shoulders.
"Nnngh..." he lowed, his head resting on my shoulders, his grip tighter now as my fingers began working around the tightly clenched opening... slowly and gently working the tensed muscle.
He parted his thighs, offering me better access to his hidden treasure... letting out a continuous moan, his hips swaying and bucking as my soapy fingers slithered between the cheeks... down along the hairless perineum... and up to the tailbone...
And as I held the plump cheeks apart, swirling my fingers around the hole, tapping it... I felt it pout out... the tight ring push back at my adorning fingers...
I nudged it with my thumb and as it pouted, shoved it in...
He groaned, his hips jerking wildly as my thumb breached the first hurdle, going in up to the first knuckle...
I pulled it out and almost immediately shove in the middle finger, feeling him push down... quickly adding a second... rotating them... working them further in right up to the first knuckle...
Afroze's grip was fiercely tight on my shoulders, and a constant gurgle bubbled out of his parted lips as his head nested against the crook of my neck... his ass flexing as he squeezed my fingers with the torturously tight, torrid innards!
His body shuddering as he slumped against me for support... his rigid, drooling cock pressed against my belly, smearing his slimy precum across my abdomen... and I probed deeper, wiggling my fingers, nudging at the lump behind his cock and heard him suck in air, letting out a long, low moan.
Wrenching out the fingers I turned him around and he quickly bent forward, his legs parting as he offered me his ass...
But that wasn't my idea, I wasn't intent on fucking him then, in the shower, something I never really enjoy much, though I love to take showers together, and swatting his butt I slid my fingers once more, into the groove... gliding my hands along the cleft... lower, collecting his balls to squeeze them lightly... and then back up again... working my hands along the spine, pulling him straight...
He whimpered and turned his head to look at me, a bit confused... his eyes questioning.
I smiled and getting the shampoo poured a generous amount on his head, working up the lather...running my hands down the nape of his neck... reaching to the front and up his face... back in the hair...
He finally seemed to get it -- that I didn't intend to fuck him in the shower -- and turning around ask, "Can I?" pointing a finger at the bottle.
"Sure!" I responded, smiling at him.
Afroze picked up the bottle of shower gel and moved in closer... his hands gentle and sensuous as he began working from my shoulders... down my arms... lower, across my smooth torso, and down to my pubes... touching and fondling my rigid cock... pulling back the partly retracted foreskin and running a soapy finger and thumb over the exposed glans, around the flared rim. And then he was reaching for my scrotum... cupping my testicles... sliding his hands under it, between my thighs...
I closed my eyes and lost myself in the moment.
His hands moved up once again... to my turgid nipples, tweaking both, his thumbs moving in circles over the pointed tips... and then under my arms, making me wiggle, and laughing at my discomfort.
He didn't turn me around, instead he moved in closer, his arms encircling me as his palms soaped my back... up and down, the fingers massaging around my shoulders... over the arms and down my sides, moving lower... over the small of my back and then on to my buttocks, caressing and kneading... gliding in his fingers between the cheeks...
He once more reached for my genitals with both hands... hefting my large, low hanging balls, cupping them... fingers wrapping around my engorged shaft... squeezing the flexing column...
I looked at him, his eyes were closed, his nostrils flared... those full lips impossibly distended...
Wrapping my arms around him I pulled him into me... hugging him... our body slippery and slithery... our soapy hands gliding as we explored each other's masculine contours... both our breath coming in harsh spurts...
Back in the room, all fresh and dried, I threw him down on the bed and climbed over...
Sex for me is more than just ramming in and dumping my load, and so, the next half hour was spent adoring the naked twink I'd picked up... my hands and mouth paying obeisance till he was a groaning, moaning, whimpering mass of quivering flesh... crying out to be fucked as he spread his legs wide in invitation.
I wasn't done yet, and pulling away I flipped him over... my mouth seeking out those amazing mounds of flesh... kissing and caressing, nibbling and biting... making his sway his hips as he lifted his ass high... gurgling all the while...
It was unbearable, and I could hold back no longer... reluctantly leaving his ass, I kissed my way up along his spine, mounting him, covering his back, and he responded by spreading his thighs wide once more, lifting his ass...
"Want it inside, huh?" I whispered in his ear.
"Yes!" he gasped hoarsely, nodding his head, gripping the pillow with both hands, "Yes, fuck me!"
I lifted up and got off the bed... and instantly he looked up at me, startled, the groan agonised and disappointed.
"Relax, just lube and a condom!" I smiled at him as I quickly pulled open the drawer and took out the tube and the condom packet -- I never do bareback!
Lying there, his eyes hooded, glazed, he watched silently as I unrolled the rubber down my shaft and then buried his face in the pillow as I climbed back in...
Lubing his ass thoroughly, I grabbed my cock and placing it over the twitching orifice, applied pressure... he whimpered, his ass lifting a little higher... and on the third thrust I breached his portal!
His head snapped back and he let out a yowl as the bloated head stretching the recalcitrant ring, bored in... the constricted sphincter muscle snapping back once more, holding me firmly in its tight grip under the flared rim...
And then I felt him open up... wide... and I sunk in...
The inside of his rectum was a seething cauldron... viciously tight... and boy, did the kid know how to work those muscles!
He had me groaning within minutes... my hunches, my thrusts savage as he slammed back with equal ferocity... both grunting as we fucked up a storm, the room reverberating with the loud slap of flesh on flesh...
About a twenty minutes later his ass simply went crazy, tugging at my buried cock with a viciousness that was unbearable - the undulating inner muscles seeming to chew and gnaw my rapidly pumping shaft... his hips (and ass) rising high, off the bed... and then he squeezed, almost stopping me in my track, letting out a low, gluttural moan... his ass flexing wildly as he exploded... splashing the bed with a gallon of his thick, viscous teen spunk!
After a good three minutes he slumped back on the bed, his ass less fierce, his moans now a gentle purr...
Another ten minutes, and I pulled out, rolling off him... both panting, both covered in sweat despite the cool air...
Afroze immediately rolled over and embraced me, resting his head on my heaving chest, one hand reaching lower, grabbing my flaccid, rubber clad cock.
"Stay back..." I said once we both regained our breath, and our composure.
He lifted his head and looked at me, a huge grin lighting up his face, the eyes twinkling, "You mean it?"
"Uh-huh..."
"But..." he paused, the eyes uncertain, "um, my uncle won't like it if I just vanish for the night... he'd worry."
"Call him, tell him you're with friends," I suggested.
He laughed, rolling over on his back, "We don't have a phone at home!"
[ Note: The events narrated here happened in the pre cellphone/smartphone era. ]
"Oh, well..." I shrugged, slowly sitting up and pulling off the condom, tying it before dropping it on the floor.
"Not tonight, but if you want we can plan it, and I'll make some nice excuse for staying out the whole night," he said with a naughty grin, rolling over on his stomach, his ass on full display.
"And how do we plan, huh?" I asked, caressing his pretty face, "How do I get in touch?"
"You just ask anyone at the intersection for Mohsin-bhai's garage and they'll show you," he replied, the face serious, the eyes earnest, and then suddenly asked, "You have a bike... motorbike?"
I nodded.
"My uncle does only motorbikes and scooters, no cars," he smiled, explaining, "and I'm at the garage from six in the morning till around nine-thirty in the evening, everyday, except Sundays."
"You too repair bikes?"
He clicked his tongue, "Nah, I can't, but I watch the mechanics and uncle says if I'm keen I too can learn..."
"Then what do you do at the garage all day?" I asked, genuinely interested, my fingertips gently caressing his arm and shoulder.
"I came here in the hope I'd get some decent job, and I'm put up with my uncle, and his family... I stay there... eat... so I kind of help out at the garage. I clean and set thing right before the guys come at eight, and then clean up after them..." he shrugged, "run errands, you know, tea, water... handing things... putting them back..."
"Oh, okay..." I said reaching out and patting his awesome butt, "let's eat something and then I'll drop you home."
"You will?"
"Of course," I answered, getting off the bed and reaching for the phone, calling for a pizza.
And as we waited -- cuddling and kissing... nuzzling and nibbling -- he told me some more about home and family... his six months in the city... and then the bell rang.
Grabbing my robe, and the wallet, I went to answer... and as I opened the door, I saw the dazzling smile on the cute teen face of the pizza-boy freeze as he saw me in my short, flimsy robe...
"Your, um, uh, pizza... sir..." he stuttered, his eyes roving elsewhere, rather than my face... the smooth cheeks flushed.
"Thanks!" I said with a broad smile, taking the box and handing him the money, a generous tip included.
"Uh, thank you, sir!" he exclaimed, his eyes wide.
'Well, that was one hell of a twink...' I thought as I closed the door, reminding myself that I must order more pizza from the joint.
[ Guys who thought I'd invite the pizza-boi in for an orgiastic threesome... go, cry your eyes out! ]
No sooner had we polished off the very large pizza, that Afroze was between my thighs, his hands and mouth frenzied... and once I was groaning with lust he got up on the bed and lifted his legs high, parting them wide, offering me his ass once more.
The kid was HORNY, and after a dry six months, was desperate to get fucked!
Putting on a condom as I got between his splayed thighs, he grabbed my cock and pulled me closer... guiding me to his anus... letting out a grunt as I shoved in and sank over half the thick length... his head thrashing on the pillow, his hands tugging fistful of the bedsheet.
And as I hilted myself, he wrapped his legs around my waist, both his arms wrapping around my shoulder, groaning as he heaved and rolled his ass... flexing those tight rectal muscles... slammed back at me!
Almost half an hour later I exploded... both panting, both exhausted... both our torso coated with Afroze's slimy cum...
I fucked him once more that evening... before finally getting out of bed and heading for the shower...
I parked the car and turned to look at him, "Well..."
It was pretty late, the streets empty and silent.
"Will... will we meet again?" he asked in an unsure voice.
"Maybe..." I smiled, and then taking my wallet extracted four crisp five hundred rupee notes. "Take," I said, offering him the money.
He looked down at the money, and then slowly lifted his face, his eyes directly looking at me, into my eyes... there was hurt in those large, hazel eyes.
"Sir," he said, using that term for the first time, "I'm poor, yes... you picked me up and I went with you, had sex, yes... but please, sir, don't make me a whore by paying me money for what we did!"
[ WOW! ]
"AFROZE..." I shook my head, surprised, and taken aback, "this money is for you... get yourself something, anything... that you want, that you like, I'm NOT paying you for sex!"
He kept on staring, "I told you, I've come here in search of work, any work, I can and I'm willing to do any sort of job, even hard physical labour... or office work, I've studied enough," he paused, and then went on. "If possible, get me a job, but please, sir, don't pay me!"
I sat stunned... and then cleared my voice, "Afroze, I'm sorry, but that wasn't my intention... you mentioned your relatives are putting you up and you feel bad about it since even after six months you haven't found work, so I was..."
"Sir," he stopped me, and then smiled, "thank you, but I can't take the money, if you can, get me a job," and then he got out, closing the door softly, walking away into the darkness...
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POSTSCRIPT: Hah! you guys have questions, eh? Want answers, huh?
Yes, I called a dear friend and got him a job at their chain of resorts - the very next day!
And yes, we met again, thrice, and yes! we had sex too...
Thrice? Why only thrice... um, why did we stop?
For the same reason that I didn't employ him myself - I don't sleep with my employees; and I stopped because of that look in his beautiful, wide, hazel eyes - the constant look of gratitude... indebtedness. I didn't want him to sleep with me because I got him a job, or feel beholden in any way. So, yes, I stopped meeting him.
THE END!
- a story by Outlaw