I had just finished reminiscing when Sohail walked into the living-room... surprisingly conservatively dressed for an evening at home - not shorts and singlets, but a full pajama-kurta combo!

All those sweet memories, those titillating recollections of the past, our year of togetherness... had already made my cock grow rigid, throbbing with lust...and now, seeing Sohail, so fresh from the shower, absolutely glowing... I could think of nothing else, but climbing into the nearest bed with him... fuck him once more!

"Tell me," I smiled up at him, "how do you manage it?!"

He gave me a questioning look as he took the beanbag chair across the room, sitting down.

"This place," I said, looking around the room with genuine admiration, "how do you keep it so clean and organised..."

He hesitated for a very long moment, his face slowly going a smarting red, and then mumbled as he looked away, "My... um, my wife is very organised..."

"You're married?!" I exclaimed, totally blown!

He nodded, still looking away.

"How old are you?" still stunned by the news.

He looked at me briefly, the eyes as if asking: 'You don't even remember, huh, you never really cared!'; saying, "Twenty-five..."

"When did you get married?"

"After college..." he answered, and following a brief pause, added, "um, my parents didn't want me to take this job... come here... and so, I agreed..."

"Wait..." I cut in, "you mean, after college you got this job..."

He nodded, "Campus recruitment..."

"And your parents were against you taking the job and moving out of the country?!"

He nodded.

"The trade-off was that you get married and not come here alone, huh?"

He nodded once more.

"So you married? You must have been, what, barely twenty-two... um, maybe twenty-three?"

"Yes..."

"She's visiting home?" I asked

He nodded.

"And you went to drop her?"

He nodded again, suddenly fidgeting uncomfortably.

"And how come your parents agreed to let you be here, alone?"

He noticeably flinched... and then went a fire-engine red, before mumbling, "She's... um, she's... uh, carrying..." the voice barely audible.

I almost burst out laughing... felt like doubling up - Oh, Sohail, my sweet little Sohail, a husband... and a father!

But desperately controlling the urge, I simply looked back at him with artful awe as I 'wowed' in hushed wonder... my jaws dropping for effect!

He squirmed... his face a throbbing crimson.

"Well, congrats!" I said, and then stopped myself from adding the usual 'munh meetha' cliché, asking instead, "How come you didn't invite me for the wedding, huh?"

His eyes blazed as he looked up at me, into my eyes... and then turning away, mumbled, "You never gave me your contact, or your address..."

So, that was it then... it explained all those hurtful glances, those recriminatory looks!

"Oh, I'm so sorry," I replied, stifling the laugh, lying through my teeth, "but it was all so sudden, so unexpected... my grandmother passed away, and I had to leave, I never got the chance to tell you..."

It was late September, 2004 - and both calls came the same Saturday afternoon...

It had been a year and a half, at work, and I was looking for a change, had applied to a couple other places. One had shown interest, and we had been through two telephone interviews, and an online one too... and they called that day, asking me over for a meeting the next week - everything had already been finalised, the personal meeting a mere formality.

The other call was from home - my grandmother was seriously ill and wanted to see me - my father insisting that I come, immediately, since the doctors had already made it apparent that there was no hope, it was merely a matter of days!

I informed my boss about my grandmother, and was granted leave.

I would leave on Monday, take the early morning train back home... and since I would not be returning, after office I went to the movers and booked by bike. As for my other possessions, well, I had nothing much - just my clothes, the laptop, and that one, single kettle, for my tea...

Back at the house, Sohail was waiting for me... and I debated - tell him, or not?

But the twinkle in his eyes, his breathless excitement as he embraced me, kissing me with surprising ardour... telling me about his upcoming ten-day vacation, beginning Monday... his plans of coming over and spending at least a couple nights with me... made me pause as I caressed his face, slowly undressing him... leading him to the bed.

So, I left without informing him... without even a goodbye, knowing that I'd never return. Simply vanishing from his life, early Monday morning, the day his vacation started.

He looked back at me, the eyes fierce, "You could have told me you're leaving..." the hurt clearly evident in his tone, "at least written, after you left!"

"Sohail, I too didn't have your mobile number, or your postal address. We met everyday, in my room, and we never felt the need to exchange numbers or address, so where would I write, huh?"

He didn't reply, but I saw all those complains in his accusing eyes...

"Still mad at me?"

He refused to respond, silent as he sat, looking away.

"Oh, c'mon, Sohail," I laughed, "come here!"

He slowly, almost reluctantly, got up and walked over... the sweet boy, oh, well, the young man!

I grabbed his hand and pulled him down, wrapping my arms around him, "Congratulations, Sohail!"

He didn't resist, but neither did he respond, stiff in my arms.

I took his chin and raised his face, moving closer as I tilted my face...

"No!" he exclaimed, drawing his head back, struggling to get out of my embrace.

"Why not?" I asked, caressing his flushed face, "I know you want me!"

"I'm married..." he blurted, the eyes tightly shut.

"Married?!" I cried with feigned amazement, "What's that got to do with us? You're not cheating on her!"

"Please..." he pleaded, his head still tilted back.

"You with another guy?" I asked.

He blinked his eyes open, giving me a cold stare, not bothering to answer the question.

"Met anyone, after I left..." I asked again, suddenly curious, "or, in college?"

His eyes blazed with hurtful rage as he looked at me, into my eyes, the tone fierce, "I never looked for anyone, and so, I never met!"

God, the boy was lust incarnate, especially with his childish ire... his cute petulance... and I simply had to have him!

I went all soft and mushy...

"I too missed you, Sohail, terribly," I whispered, touching his lips with my finger tips, "but there was no way I could get in touch..."

He jerked his face away...

"Won't you forgive me, huh?" I persisted.

He didn't respond, silent as he kept his face turned away.

It was time to change strategy...

Releasing him abruptly I asked, my voice suddenly cold, "Then why did you bring me here?"

He looked startled as he turned, facing me, "I... uh, you said you needed a... um, affordable place... and since I was alone..."

"Exactly!" I cut in brusquely, my tone frosty, incriminating, "Since you are alone, you thought you could get me home... provide me with free accomodation, ah, so helpful in a strange city. But what you want is sex, simply sex, just like it was before! And being alone, you knew that no one would ever find out!

He gaped, stunned by my accusation.

"Don't give me that look, Sohail, I know I'm right," I asserted, driving in my advantage, my look appropriately incriminating, "and I also know your scheme in bringing me home instead of guiding me to an affordable hotel!"

He simply sat, frozen in shock, unbelieving.

Well, now was the time to switch track once more... simply fuck his mind, and then fuck his ass!

I grabbed his hand and placed it between my thighs, over my cock, my voice sufficiently choked with suffering passion, "See, I've been that way ever since I saw you at the airport. Sohail, I recognised you instantly, the moment I saw you, because I had never forgotten you!"

The poor boy, oh well, young man... still in shock, didn't know what to do, how to react... didn't even draw away his hand... cold and limp as it lay covering my crotch, shaking lightly.

"How could I ever forget you, Sohail..." I pressed ahead, taking his chin once more, lifting his face, hammering home the final nail, "You know it in your heart, don't you?"

He wavered, his eyes suddenly uncertain as he looked up at me.

"You do want me, don't you?" I whispered, my hand on his cheek, caressing.

He remained silent, his eyes closing, the lips aquiver.

"It could be like before," I murmured softly, "or, I could leave right now..."

He succumbed, letting out a small sigh, and instantly I leaned forward, brushing my lips against his.

A jolt ran through him, and he moaned.

"You too missed me as much as I did, huh?" I whispered, tracing those full lips with my thumb.

He nodded slowly... his hand still between my thighs, where I had placed it... still covering my erect phallus... the tremor more pronounced now.

"I went to that house each day, for over a month, never believing the old man when he told me that you had left... sure that you'd come back. I sat on the steps, waiting for you, late into the night, but you never came..." he whispered, the voice choked, tremulous.

"Oh, Sohail," I exclaimed, pulling him close, embracing him, kissing him... licking those awesome lips... gently biting them again... after eight long years!

He whimpered, just like before... still a scared, unsure teen... his hand suddenly moving as he began to slowly caress me... fondle my erection through the denim.

I released him and began undoing the buttons of his kurta... and he once more made that peculiar sound in his throat, but didn't stop me... timidly raising his arms when I pulled it off...

I gasped with pleasure as his still smooth, firm torso came into view... his nipples already engorged... a pair of russet raisins... mouth-watering!

Taking one between my lips I reached lower, undoing the drawstring of his pajama... reaching in... and he groan as my fingers curled around his turgid manhood... the flesh column pulsing and throbbing with desire...

Releasing his nipple I lifted my face and kissed him once more... those red, quivering lips... and he sighed, suddenly kissing back... his breath harsh and ragged... his arms quickly wrapping around me... grabbing on for dear life!

He was groaning with lust as he opened his mouth and sucked in my tongue... his fingers gripping my shoulders... slowly sliding back on the couch, pulling me over him... his pelvis desperately rubbing against my groin - no more reluctance, no hesitation...

"You want to do it here?" I asked, breaking the kiss and lifting my head.

He blinked open his eyes, staring blankly, and then silently disengaged, standing up... suddenly naked as the undone pajama slid off, revealing his manly arousal in all its turgid splendour; exposing his plump ass to my view... still awesomely full and firm - sinfully tempting, divinely delicious!

Taking my hand he led me to the single bedroom, his bedroom... to his marriage bed!