Date: Tue, 11 Nov 2003 20:19:31 -0800 (PST) From: Dan Jonin Subject: Seduction enroute to Australia I was 26 years old. I had just moved back from the US to India after completing my Masters degree. Soon after, I joined a Multinational Company. As a part of the induction, I was sent to Australia to attend some technical training. I loved going on these all expense-paid foreign trips, since I could sometimes act upon some of my fantasies without bumping into someone who knew me personally. I was still a closeted gay guy, whose only indulgence in my home city was looking at cute butts and bulges, and fantasizing about getting my hands on them. Anyways, I had a stop-over flight from New Delhi to Australia via Singapore, and an eight hour layover. Reaching in the wee hours of the morning, I was still drowsy from my lack of sleep, and the beginnings of a jet-lag. I was looking for a quiet lounge at the Changi Airport in Singapore while in transit, hoping to catch up on my sleep, when I saw this really cute Indian boy, who must have been around 15-16, sitting on a clump of chairs near one of the Airport coffee shops. He seemed as he was toned, his skin looked really smooth, and had a cute dimple on his face. He was looked at me as I approached, and I gathered, he was wondering whether I too was Indian (I do look Indian, though my skin tone is pretty fair by Indian standards), and maybe while away his time chatting up. My hormones started jumping, and my heart skipped a beat. I mustered some courage and decided I had to start talking to this cutie. I started by sitting down in the lounge, one seat away from him. I got to know that he was from Mumbai, and coincidentally was also going to Australia, on the same flight as I. What a stroke off luck!! I found out that his elder sister was in Sydney. She and his brother-in-law had just moved a couple of visits, and now he was going to spend his summer vacation with them. He asked me what I did, and having exchanged formalities with him, we settled down to trying to figure out how to while away our time while we waited out the rest of the time for our ongoing flight. I suggested that we take the Singapore city tour, a free tour organized by Changi Airport Authority, as a promotion. We got our passports stamped and were hoarded into a waiting bus outside the terminus, along with about 10 other such passengers. I felt an electric shock down my spine, and almost had an instant stiffy, when we sat together next to each other, as his thigh touched mine. I didn't make any attempt to move my leg away and nonchalantly spread my legs a little wider so that I could press onto him a little harder. All the time, while we were in animated discussion about the attractions that we were being taken to, I felt the warmth of his legs brushing by mine. Suddenly the tourist bus braked, and lurching forward from it, inadvertently I grabbed onto my new found friends thigh. Feeling my hand on him, he looked at me, and had a whisper of a smile, comforting me that it was okay that I had put my hand there. I left my hand linger on for a while, which he did not resist, and moved it soon after, lest he thought that I was coming on. At one point, we disembarked to get onto a river-boat through the canals of Singapore. Again we sat down together. After about 15 minutes into the ride, I felt my friends hand on my thigh. I almost came in my pants. The heady feeling lasted for the rest of the journey. Back at the airport lounge after the 2 hour tour, we got talking about our personal lives. Since the experience I had on the bus and river-boat, I gained some confidence about steering the conversation to some more personal matters. I asked whether he had any girlfriends, to which he coyly said no. "Why", I asked, "a cute, handsome guy like him must surely attract glances from girls and an attempt to get cozy with him?" He just smiled and said that he wasn't interested. In an attempt to corner him, I pressed on. "What", I said, "how do you then get your off your rocks"? Not being used to such direct questioning on his sexual appetite, he seemed a little shocked; but my intent gaze and a warm smile comforted him that I was trying to embarrass him. He replied coyly, that he masturbated about 2-3 times a day. I almost jizzed in my pants! I continued with my questioning, "Well you must have at least fooled around with other boys?" There was shell-shocked silence and a mix of being taken aback, and curious on his face. "With guys?" he said, "doesn't that make one gay?". "No I haven't". The "Have you?" that followed almost came too quickly, which gave me signals that he was very much interested in my disposition. I told him that I had a few experiences while growing up and in college, but haven't really had sex with a guy before. Now it was his turn to sit up, and show interest in the conversation. He asked me how it happened. I decided to tease him a little. I told him, "Hey you don't expect me to tell you what all I have done, do you? This is a public place; What if someone hears us? Also, whenever I think or talk about those times, I seem to get a big boner, and that surely becomes something that everyone would see, and would seem a tad inappropriate, don't you think"? Almost immediately, his cute lips puckered, and he said, "Awww, please tell me. Please, please?". "And what about the boner", I asked, knowing that he had deliberately skipped mentioning that. He become incredibly shy again, lowered his eyes, kinda stole a glance at my crotch, which made my dick jump up in anticipation, and said "Listen, you can keep your hand on top of it, or a newspaper .. please, please tell me". I wasn't giving up. I asked him, "And what if you get a hard-on"? He shifted a little uncomfortably. I looked down at his crotch, and could definitely see a little bulge. He had been sporting a hard-on for a while! He almost didn't know where to look, when he realized that I knew he had a stiffy. Not wanting him to feel uncomfortable, I just continued, without soliciting any further answer to my question. "Well, let's see. When was the first time? Actually, I have been interested in male anatomy since childhood. My first time, I remember was when I was 8-9 years old. I had a cousin about 6-7 with whom I used to fool around. We used to hold each other's willies and squeeze them, and lick each other's assholes. It was his idea. I remember getting grossed out then, but my cousin used to enjoy doing it to me, and I never complained. I remember looking at crotches of young guys all the time. But the real stuff happened with one of my soccer mates from my neighborhood. I used to play a lot of soccer while growing up, when I was about 15. I used to hang around with two other friends, and we ended up spending most of our playing hours together. One of them, who was a year younger than me, while playing in his house, suggested that we measure each other's dicks. The other guys, a real cutie, who was about 12 then, also agreed. While I was the most reluctant, I finally gave in also. So we all dropped our shorts, and after a few tugs each were sporting a hard-on. The guy who was a year younger, looked at my dick, and exclaimed that I was really big; and thick. I was embarrassed, but my heart was jumping all the same with pride. Without any warning, he suddenly put his hand on my dick, and started stroking it, feeling both the length and height of it. Using his middle finger and thumb, he tried to measure the entire shaft length from the bottom of my nuts to the tip of the forehead. I am uncut, and my foreskin still didn't retract at that time. But my cock did a little jump, to which both the guys laughed. Soon, we were all feeling each other up, and stroking each other. There was a lot of pre-cum oozing, the heady smell in the entire room, and our eyes closed in pleasure. We continued doing a lot of foreplay and circular jack-off in the next couple of days, but never blew a load for fear of our parents finding out. One day, I called the younger of the two friends over home, saying that I had some good porn stories in my house. He came over, and we were in my room reading it up, when I put my hands inside his shorts and started feeling up his balls, and stroking his shaft. He didn't mind obviously. Since my folks were home, we concluded quickly, and while he was exiting the front door, I put my hand boldly on his package from behind, and told him that "Now we can surely do this to each other". From that day, we developed a special bonding. One night while returning from a friend's party, I asked him if he wanted to fool around. When he returned an affirmative, I quickly turned the car to a quiet dark by- lane. Turning off the engine, and waiting a while to ensure that no one was around, we quickly pulled our trousers down to our ankles, and started fondling each other. After about 15 minutes of doing so, I don't know what came over me, I asked him, whether he wanted to blow each other. He just said, "you first". So, I bent over, and saw a cock close-up for the first time in my life, I let out a tentative lick, and without knowing much, just gobbled up his dick in my mouth, and started sucking. I used my tongue a lot and seemed to give him a lot of pleasure, since he started bucking his hips into my mouth, as I slid it up and down his shaft. My own boner was raging by now, so after about a minute of my first blowjob, I got up and told him it was his turn now. Oh, that was divine pleasure! The warmth of the mouth in indescribable. Much better than any hand-job or masturbation technique in this world! He tenderly sucked on my knob, and then took his tongue down the side of the shaft till he reached my balls, and back again to the top, till I almost came. Seemed like an eternity, but we stopped in about a minute. Don't know whether we felt guilty or not, but we never talked about this incident with each other again. Don't get me wrong. Not that we didn't do it again later. Many times, but just that we never talked about or acknowledged liking guys and doing stuff to each other. I stopped. I was back in the real world again. For the first time during this entire narrative, I looked over to my new found friend at the Airport, to see how he was taking it. He looked in a stupor. He had savored every word of mine, and seemed enraptured in thought, and putting my stories into vivid Technicolor fertile imagination in his mind. I looked at his crotch, and now you could clearly make out a full-blown hard-on. He was wearing surfer shorts, and the shiny exterior of the fabric, I could clearly see the entire outline of his dick-head and shaft. From the way it was encased, I guessed he was wearing briefs too, but there was a spot at the top, where his head was. He was oozing precum, just listening to my story! "You'd better hide that", I said. Interrupted with my comment, he looked at my face and seeing me gazing at his crotch, he looked down to realize his tool's demeanor. He suddenly blushed, and put both his hands on his crotch and looked very embarrassed. I pushed at this chance, and asked him whether he would like to go to the Airport hotel to freshen up. Changi Airport is phenomenally organized on these counts. They give rooms even for a couple of hours, for people to change, wash-up or just take a quick nap. We had more than 5 hours left in waiting saga. Maybe he thought that was the best escape from his predicament. While I surely had seen his discomfiture, he surely didn't want the entire Airport staring at him. A pre- cum spot for some reason doesn't ever dry up easily! He agreed eagerly. We picked up our hand-luggage and walked over to the Airport hotel counter at the terminus. He decided to hang on behind, while I completed the formalities for taking a room for a couple of hours. He was very conscious that he didn't want anyone to think that we both were headed to the same room. It's funny how people react to situations, always wanting to keep themselves and their conduct to be held at the highest stead. In India, I guess, most people are homophobic, gays and bisexual guys are closeted, and gay-bi curious guys are definitely under the rocks. Anyways, so we trudged up to the elevators which took us to the 6th floor where our room was. All throughout the walk to the room, he was a safe 10 paces behind, maybe in a quandary of whether this was the right thing to do. But I guess he had taken a good liking to me, and was most definitely interested in hearing the rest of my exploits, in the private confines of a place, where nobody but us knew of the effect I was having on him! I dropped my bags in the room, as did he. My mind was racing on how I should develop the next step. I had got him comfortable and obviously turned on. Now what? I too had never done this before. I was a confirmed closeted gay guy, whose only exposure to gay sex was a few tentative and furtive licks on cocks, and a lot of feeling up of cocks, but nothing more. In fact, I hadn't even put anything apart from a finger up my sweet arse. Very difficult proposition; and it doesn't go in very deep. The sensation is very intense, but then I never could figure out what else to put in that would be the size of a cock and would go in deep. There aren't any sex-shops in India that I know off that sell dildos, so my experience too was very limited. My reverie was broken with his soft voice asking me, whether I would continue my story now. I looked over at him, and saw that he had settled himself comfortably on the bed. He was sitting up, but had his legs spread-out straight. I noticed his milky white legs then. Very smooth, lightly tanned, and the portion that I could see till his surfer shorts, very sexy! I looked at his bulge. Amazingly enough it hadn't subsided as yet. I guess at his age, I too had a permanent boner! He seemed to have adjusted his crotch, because his dick was now going up the opposite side. Must be his comfortable side. Everyone has a side that they prefer to the other. I quickly thought that if I continued as he wanted, I would only get more and more frustrated at seeing just the bulge of a very sexy, sweet, innocent 15 year old, without getting any further. So I decided to get a little bold. I already knew my effects on him, and in my mind, I almost thought that I could easily manipulate this kid into doing anything that I wanted him to. Only cautiously. Ensuring that he comfortable all the way. And he had to feel that he was doing stuff off his own accord and because he wanted too. Not being maneuvered. So, I told him that I was going to take a shower. I was wearing Jeans and T-shirt, and though not visible very clearly, I surely also had a boner all this while, and had a phenomenal amount of precum staining my Speedo-briefs. "I don't know about you", I ventured, "but I have quite a stain on my underwear. I want to ensure that I don't blow my load in it, since I don't have anything else to wear, and an underwear-less 6 hour flight from Singapore to Sydney, is not what I wanted. So, I am going to take a shower and step into the bathrobe. Do you mind"? "Are you going to be naked in it?", he asked innocently. "Yeah, but I'll have a bath-robe on, right? It's not that I am parading this place in the buff", I joked. He smiled. His divine black eyes twinkled. Don't know if it was the thought of just me being naked inside the bathrobe or something else he had in mind? Last step to shed all inhibitions. "Hey, maybe you should also do the same? I saw the pre-cum on your shorts? Do don't want your sister to see that when you get to Sydney, do you? You can air the shorts using the hair-dryer in the bathroom? And there are 2 bathrobes in there". He paled a little, but not from fear, but I guess in his mind, this was the ultimate in being naughty! Little did he know what I had in mind? A silly chuckle escaped in my mind at the thought. He thought for a split second, then agreed that it would indeed be best. Listen, why don't you go on ahead, and I'll see what I can rummage up from the fridge to eat and drink. Anyway you need it more immediately. I don't yet have a spot on my Jeans". Wicked, I thought. Manipulating things this way! What the heck, it doesn't happen everyday. And all this was very hot and stimulating. Extended foreplay! He modestly trooped off into the bathroom, not wanting to shed any of his articles in front of me. Soon after I heard the shower being turned on. I quickly ran through the rest off the plan in my head. How to get him to lose his clothes in front of me? Step 1, get him naked in a bathrobe. Done. "Hey", he called out from inside. "Will you please keep my clothes outside? I don't want them to get damp with the steam inside". "No problems". I went to the bathroom door, where he had opened up a crack, and had his hand out handing me his shorts and T-shirt. I noticed his briefs or whatever was absconding. I chuckled. He must have taken my hair-dryer idea seriously. I looked up beyond his hand into the bathroom and a heavenly sight sent me to dizzying heights. The bathroom mirror was right in my angle of vision. Unknowingly, my cute friend was showing me his softest, smoothest bubble-butt that I had ever seen! Oh, did I almost cum then, or what? I lingered on to see what his frontage had to offer, but decided to keep it for later. Incidentally he had white briefs on. So I was right! So, what's next in the `How to Guide in Making Someone Lose Their Inhibitions?'. Well, get alcohol involved. Correct? The mini-bar was amply stocked with all kinds. I didn't know if our young friend was into hard liquor as yet, so I decided to get some Beer. Heineken and Sam Adams. Adams it was. The darker ale always gave me a buzz on an empty stomach. Some Macademia nuts to go with, and some Pringles. Enough. Having put my collection on the side-table, I decided to gave my cutie a surprise when he came out. I took off my Jeans and my T-shirt. While I don't have pecs, I am pretty well toned. My soccer days had given me a pretty nice looking body, smooth is what I kept it, and a tan that went up to my waistline. I was wearing a shocking yellow Speedo- brief. Very low-cut and very sexy. I shave my pubes, mostly around my dick, with a slight V-patch at the top. Makes the entire crotch area tingle with smoothness. I looked at myself in the room body length mirror of the wardrobe. Quite a sexy sight. I rubbed my crotch with one hand, and felt up my nipples with the other. They are quite small, but perky with this level of titillation. Oh, the feeling! My dick, which had gone soft by now, was fast growing with expectation again. I decided to sport a semi-hardon. Believe me, in a Speedo, that is sexiest thing you can see in a guy. Many a beaches I have been to, in that state, always drawing stares, cautious, as well as direct, at my privates. Never did anything, different matter. Time for things to change. I sat myself down on the sofa, and started on a Beer. I had called room-service in earlier, and got myself delivered a couple of more bottles. 8 in all. Enough, I guess, to send us both into a tizzy. I started thinking about the proceedings off the day, and how we had got to the current stage, whence I was sitting on the sofa in my underwear waiting for a kid to come out after a shower, just in a bathrobe. I got to the semi-hard state again, just right for my young friend, when I heard the shower being turned off. The sight of the kid in a white towel bathrobe, with wet hair, walking out of the bathroom, made my cock throb in anticipation. Expectantly, he seemed a little shocked to see me sitting in my underwear. I stood up saying, "I think I better get that shower too", noticing his eyes glued to my dick and it's size. "Wh-what are you doing in your underwear", he said. "My clothes, as well as yours, were crushed, so I just gave them out to house-keeping for ironing. Do you mind"? "Ohh", was all he could muster. I opened up a bottle of Beer for him, and asked him to polish of the snacks and Beer while I took the shower. For a kid of 15, he quickly took the bottle from my hand. I guess, he started drinking early, and also that was a good thing to do, rather than talk, when you don't know what to say to a guy in his underwear in your room. I kind of prolonged his discomfort a little, by hanging around him a little more. My dick had grown a little more, straining the sides of my underwear, which I saw him noticing. Was it my imagination, or did a notice a little tent underneath his robe? I walked on in to the bathroom, but pushed the door, and it rested at a slightly ajar position. Same position from where you could see the bathroom mirror. In the bathroom, I took of my underwear and nonchalantly started stroking my now really hard cock. With my other hand I started stroking my balls, and let out a slight moan. He must have heard it, because I suddenly saw in the mirror, him looking into the bathroom from the `oh so deliberate crack in the door'. I turned myself away from the mirror, so that I couldn't see him anymore, but was sure that he got a good side profile of mine, including my ever increasing motion on my thick shaft. I am about 7.5 inches long and pretty thick, with a venomous vein slithering down the top portion of my member. I was so horny that I decided to increase his agony. Playing at his curiosity, I took some soap solution in my palms, I started rubbing it all over my crotch, making the sliding motion effortless, and driving me to another level of ecstasy. I took a careless look at mirror, and saw his dick now tenting real hard in his bathrobe. I had my guy. I started walking towards the shower, and I heard the quick shuffling of feet scurrying back to the sofa. I turned on the shower, stayed under it for a while, willing the effect of the masturbation and seeing myself being watched, away from my throbbing member. I rinsed myself off, and then still slightly wet, I wore the remaining bathrobe, and loosely tied the strap on in the front. When I came out, I saw my friend on his second drink, trying to look busy with a magazine. I exclaimed, "Ah, that feels really good. Warm water is so soothing". He said, "You took an awful long time in there". So, he wanted me to admit to masturbation, huh? "Yeah, I was remembering the times I had with the guys I told you about, and got myself worked up a little", I said with a wry smile and a wink. His cute dimple became larger at the mention of that. Soon, we got engaged in sundry conversation, and had finished our third drink apiece. I could surely feel the warmth of the Beer having effect on my body, and from the kid's eyes, I could make out that he too was reeling a bit. Out of the blue, he asked me "So, have you done anything with any other guy, since the first time"? "Yup, two times since", I said. "Tell me what happened"? "Ummm, I'm not sure I should be telling you all this stuff? I might be leading, and I am not too sure if you interested in the details", teasingly I said. "No, no, it's OK. I want to know. I've never done anything with anyone. I just wanted to know what it is like". "Well, with my friend, you know, it continued for a while. Once he came over to my hostel, when I was in engineering, once with two other guys. All of were dear friends. You know how dorm rooms are. Really crampy. Anyways, I had a rug in my room, and the other two friends decided to sleep on the floor. My friend and I shared the bed. What luck, eh? Anyways, while the other two went to sleep, I felt my friend's hands on my dick. We both were wearing shorts, which we pulled down, and soon enough he put both our cocks together, one on top of another, and started stroking me. While I was engrossed in this feeling, I suddenly felt something wet going into my mouth. It was his tongue. Gawd, was that a good feeling! My first frenchie! We stroked ourselves to sleep that night. The next morning, the other two friends decided to take a walk the campus. I quickly latched the door from inside, and you should have seen us. We were in each other's throat. My friend sat down on the bed, and pulled my shorts down. And without saying anything else, dove at my cock. Oh, that same warmth. He used his tongue wonderfully on the underside of my cock. Ooh, man was that hot. He had figured out this great flicking technique, which just drove me to the edge. His tongue laced my shaft, all the way to the bottom of my dick, and took one of my balls in his mouth. That was it, I was ready to come. He rolled my nut in his mouth, all the while tonguing it. Then he came back to the dick-head, and started taking the entire meat into his mouth. Crazy feeling that is, I tell you. He slowly started pumping my dick in this mouth, up and down, while holding onto the base of my cock. I felt his other hand on my balls, caressing them, oh so slowly. I wondered if my friend had been with anyone else, whilst I was away in school, because, after the first time, he seemed like a professional now. Deep throating was the next thing I was introduced to, taking my entire 7.5 inch dick in his mouth. I was in ecstasy land. Better than anything else that I had done before. Soon after, I felt my loins stirring and a gushy feeling at the bottom of my stomach. I knew I was about to cum. There was no let-up though. He continued pumping both with his hands and mouth. My dick throbbed and became harder, at the first sign of the searing cum jettisoning out from deep within. I came in some many spurts, it's not funny. I think that was the greatest load too. My body was writhing in pleasure. I opened my eyes to see, cum dripping out of my friend's mouth, but he didn't release his grip or mouth from my dick. As I completed the last throes of my explosive ejaculation, he got up, and gave me a French kiss. I didn't realize it until his tongue tasted very salty and very thick. I was tasked my own cum. Pretty nice, actually. I knew from that day on, that I was hooked on to giving and getting head from guys." All this while that I was speaking, I saw that my friend had got back to his raging boner state. It was tenting in his robe. I too had a huge hardon. Since my robe was looser than his, my dick-head had actually slipped out from one side. He was surely looking straight at my boner. I told him, "Listen, I gotta take care off my boner, if you know what I mean. All this talk and remembering my first few times, has got me really hot. Please don't mind OK". Before he could even answer, I was taking my robe off, and here I was sitting in front of this cute kid, butt naked, with a throbbing shaft, my ball sac really tight and precum oozing out from the dick-head. He saw my entire length and just blinked hard, his eyes wide, mesmerized. I started stroking my dick, and feeling my ball-sac with one hand, while taking another bottle of Beer with the other. "Hey, you are really huge!", he said, almost gasping to say something. His intense stare at my dick continued unabashedly. Taking the cue, I told him, "You're pretty big there too, sport". As soon as he registered that I was now talking about him, he became a little conscious. "No, no, it's not as big as yours. Your's is very nice". "Hmmm, let me judge that for myself", I said. "Why don't you take off your robe too"? I was telling myself, "Oh thank you god, thank you, this is absolute bliss". He didn't take off his robe, but parted the front. That was heaven! A smooth chest, cutest pair of nipples, rosy. A whiff of brown pubes at the top of his dick, and the smoothest cock I have ever seen. Even his balls were totally hairless. His balls were pretty huge, and they hung low. His dick was not very thick, but an impressive 6 inches, for his age. And it was rock hard, pointing straight at the ceiling. "Very nice", I said. "I think you will grow some more, and it already is pretty big for your age". "Will it"?, he asked with such innocence that my heart almost melted. "Sure, how often do you jack-off? The more you do, the longer it gets. Also, as you start having sex, that too increases the size". He was uncut too, and the foreskin was still on his dick-head, showing me only the piss-slit. "And you have to start taking the foreskin as far back as possible", I told him, knowingly. "Oh, is that so. But, I've tried that. I can do it now, but it still hurts. And it's really sensitive at the tip, after I have taken it down. I thought it was a wrong thing to do". "You should try soap or some other lubricant while masturbating". "Yeah, I guess". Then he smiled coyly, and confessed that he was watching me in the bathroom, using the soap. When I told him, I knew, he didn't know where to look! Ah, that expression! Worth the tease and discomfiture. I just wanted to hug him and hold him in my arms. Now right now, there will be time for that too. "Tell me more", he said, feeling a little free that we were both not ashamed anymore at looking at each other's bodies. I thought, what the heck, let me turn this guy on with my escapades, and see what he does next. "In my third year in engineering school, we had to go to this far-off city in the boonies, to do our practical industrial training. I ended up going to Gomia in Bihar, where ICI's explosives factory was. There were students from other schools also who had come there. There was this kid from IIT-Delhi who had come there. Oh, he was heart-breaker. Killer looks. Soft skin, and white as a peach. He has a mischievous smile always, and soon became the prankster within the group. Everyone liked him, but I had this extra special liking for him. After the day, we used to go to the `officer's club', where there was a pool. A few of us used to dive in, with Beer bottles at the side. That was bliss. We were getting paid pretty well as interns there, and we had nothing else to blow up our stash, than in the officer's club. This guy and I became pretty-good friends. We used to take showers before getting into the pool, but unlike the West (which I realized later when I was doing my Master's in the US), we all wore our trunks while take showers. Since the shower room was small, we had to take turns using it. Once, the two of us got into a mock-fight on who would go in first. We both were pushing against each other, trying to get ourselves in through the door. After quite a bit of jostling, we decided that we'll both take the shower together. No biggie, since we were wearing trunks. But, our man was the clean kinds. Every shower he took he had to use soap. So, he got busy giving me, unknowingly, the greatest ever wet-show. On this occasion, I was feeling really naughty. When he turned around to put his hands inside his trunks to wash his privates, I quickly took his trunks down in one stroke. He turned around and gave me ample view of his soft cock, all lathered with soap. He looked mad. I ran out and jumped into the pool, leaving him to wash up and gather up his trunks from around his knees. I was enjoying myself in the pool, when he saw him come rushing out, to exact revenge for my deed. I scampered all over the pool, but he most definitely was a better swimmer than me. Soon he had caught up with me, took hold of my head, and was dunking me inside the water. Once inside, I didn't know what to do, so I groped around to hold onto something to come up, and guess what found his crotch. I just grabbed his package. Oh, it felt so soft and silky, even through the trunks. The pressure was enough that he let go off me, but not enough for him to get out off my grab. As he struggled to get my hand off, I squeezed his balls gently. I don't know if it was just my imagination, but during the time that I had held onto his package, it seemed to have grown bigger. Seeing that getting a release was a futile exercise, he did the next best thing. He too grabbed my balls. My dick was already semi-hard, but with his touch it just started to grow. For a while, I don't think he knew how to handle the situation. I don't think he had held anyone's dick before, and didn't know how to react to a holding a hard one. As he held on, I massaged his balls and dick a little more in my grasp, and lo and behold I felt him getting hard too. He quickly released me, and swam away, maybe to give respite to his hardon, and more importantly I think to ensure that nobody saw the effect my grabbing had had on him. A couple of nights later, we were all gathered in the dorm that the company had provided, and decided to do a very teeny guy thing. We hired a video and some cassettes to watch some pornography. I was sitting next to this guy while we were all watching. I was in shorts, and this guy was in his pajamas. We were all feeling the effect of the movie in our loins. This babe was being doggie-fucked by a young guy who had a monster dick. Half-way through the movie, the lights went off. Power-cut is a phenomenon you get used to growing up in India. All the guys except the two of us, went up to the roof to feel the cool breeze. It was pretty hot in summer in India. Seizing the situation, I asked my friend whether he was hard. He said yes, and asked me if I was. I told him, "Yeah, that's why I couldn't get up and go up". He nodded understandingly being in the same predicament. I don't know how I got so bold; I snuck my hand over and first kept it on his thigh, and then slowly proceeded to his crotch. I think the alcohol that we all had consumed during the evening made us a little less uninhibited. I grabbed his dick, and told him "Hey you have a pretty nice cock". Through his pajamas, I started stroking him ever so slowly. Great feeling! After I while, I felt his hand on my crotch, grabbing my dick through my shorts too. Heaven descended on earth! We were getting pretty hot with the mutual jack-off, and I think he was about to cum, when we heard our friends calling out to us. That was the end of that night. We waited for our erections to subside, and went up to join the others. Disappointed that we were interrupted, I vouched that I would continue this later. Sure enough, a couple of days later, we were also smoking a joint. One of the guys had got a small packet of `grass', and we all, as first- timers, were being explained by this seasoned guy, how to `tornado' - inhaling the smoke and keeping it inside, till the joint went around and came back to you! A few puffs, and I didn't know what hit me. Everything was reeling. I tried to control it, but my head was just so woozy it was not funny. I looked over to see the other, and in between my rounds of getting back to reality, I saw my hot friend, looking dazed up at the sky (we were in the roof-top). I kept staring at him for what seemed like an eternity. His cute face made me remember the last time we were feeling each other up. I felt a jolt through my body, as the most powerful feeling reached out into my loins. My dick went from soft to hard in 5 seconds flat! I am glad I was wearing briefs inside my shorts else I'm sure I would have been a laughing stock. I tried to concentrate on my friend's crotch area to see if I could catch sight of my prized obsession. My friend suddenly got out of the daze, and said that the feeling was getting to him. Our other friend, who introduced us to smoking pot, told us that he could take a shower if the hit was getting really unmanageable. It usually calms people off. My friend got up, I guess with the purpose of doing exactly that. I too got up thinking that I could relieve my hardened dick off it misery, in the shower. I went to my room to take off my clothes and grab my towel. When I reached the bathroom, a shocking sight awaited me. My cutie friend was sitting on the floor. He was wrapped around only in a towel. He still had a dazed expression on his face. I went up to him to enquire if everything was OK. I heard him say that he could walk anymore, and had to sit down. The whole earth was spinning. I grabbed his underarms, and pulled him unto his feet. I don't know what I was doing, but thinking that I could probably get him off his high by putting him under the shower, I took him into one of the shower stalls. I turned the water on, and cold jets started beating down. I took off his towel and shoved him under that. I felt something cold too, and saw that my towel was getting wet, so I decided to take it off too. While I was doing this, I saw my friend reel forward and his head hit the wall where the shower was. In desperation thinking that he would fall, I quickly reached over to his waist from behind and grabbed him towards me. I was suddenly aware of his smooth body, with water dripping all over, touching parts of me tingling them with sensation unparalleled. I moved my hand over to put a vice-grip on his waist, and drew him closer. My dick was completely hard again, and this motion ensured that my cock was pressed between his butt cheeks. I could have spent an eternity in that position, feeling the warmth of his butt ensnaring my entire crotch. I used my other hand and put it around his chest to straighten him up, under the shower, and in the same motion, dropped my hand which was on his waist, a little lower so that my forearm was now on his pubic hair, and I could feel the base of his dick. It had become semi-hard, but was still hanging down. I took the soap bar and started rubbing it on his back, underarms, neck, lower-back, butt cheeks. Feeling that he could steady him self now, I bent over, and lathered his legs. I felt up his inner thigh, and gave it an extra-long rub. Then I turned him around. His eyes, still glazed, were fixed on mine, definitely enjoying the rub I gave him, but enquiring pleadingly whether this was the right thing to do. I just gave him a warm smile, rinsed his back off, and started on his frontal body. I got to his torso, and spent precious moments on his nipples, circling them round and round till they were absolutely taut. By the time I reached his stomach and abdomen, he was totally hard. His pecker, a magnificent 7 inches, with its nice purple head, was staring straight up at me. I teasingly lathered his pubes, and went down below to his balls, being careful not to grab his dick. He seemed to be in delirious delight. He kept his eyes closed, and almost seemed to lurch forward, wanting me to touch his member. Finally, with one quick motion, I held onto his dick, and lathered it slowly, up and down, up and down, using my entire palm, easing it down slowly onto his ball sac, rolling them in my hands, and back up again. I heard him start to moan, and his sighs becoming raspier. His hands went around me, and suddenly he drew me sharply close to him, in a bear-like hug. Our dicks met, and the heat emanating from both our groins, just seemed to spread like wildfire through both our bodies. My head right next to him, I started kissing his neck, ear-lobes, all the while with my hands behind him, squeezing his butt-cheeks gently. His hands also started roaming my backside, driving me up the wall. I moved away and faced him, then closed my eyes, and leaned over to plant his first ever guy-kiss. Soon enough, I had my tongue inside him, and we were tonguing for the longest time over. Oh! The pleasure! The effect of the pot was wearing down, but enough that all our sexual passions were ignited and at its peak. Disengaging from our love suckle, I started moving down, kissing his neck, chest, moving onto his nipples, which I started suckling, and using my tongue to flick them. He was in seventh heaven. His moaning had become louder. As I traced his lower body, stomach and abs with my tongue, his dick hit my jaw. I grabbed hold off it, and put my mouth over his dick. He just fell back onto the wall, I guess by shear emotion and strength of what he felt. I held his cock from the base jacking him off up and down, and alternating between rubbing his ball-sac. My mouth was thoroughly lubricating his shaft head and almost half his dick length. I gently flicked my tongue at this crown, feeling up the ridge, and getting back to as much as I could deep-throat him. He held my head with his hands, grabbing it and bringing it forward, as he started lunging into my mouth. I was gagging, but decided to continue. He seemed to be reaching his pinnacle, his point of no return. His dick started to throb, and soon, waves and waves of delightful cum hit the back of my mouth. His dick continued to spurt, and throb inside my mouth. I just kept pumping the base of his dick never letting go of his dick. Finally, I release it, and started licking the underside of his dick, and the crown, as his dick started to soften. He seemed weak in his knees and they seemed to buckle with the pleasure I had just given him. I got up, and with the remnants of his warm love potion frenched him again. I guess that's the best way to get guys addicted to cum"! I stopped to look over at my airport buddy. He had started stroking his dick, and there was precum oozing out of his piss-slit. His dick was really hard, and the he had pulled his foreskin back. His crown was absolutely reddish pink. Lust like a cherry! I was also, all this while that I was narrating, doing the slow-dance number with my guy-tool. I think both of us were really horny, and wanted the next set of stories to continue, with the two of us being protagonists now! Want me to continue? Do you like the stories, the narration, the plot, the passion?! Mail me with your comments at danjonin@yahoo.com. Those who are in India, and want to experience some of these lovemaking enacted, contact me. I shuttle between Calcutta and Bangalore. I am 33 years old now, and love to hang out with smooth guys aged 16-24.