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The Safe Zone – Chapter 3

“Welcome to our love home bro!” I kissed K.’s cheek, he kissed me back shyly.

Charles, my bro, took K.’s hand in his and stepped over the threshold. My uncle shut the door behind us and directly went to the kitchen to get the food. He had been labouring all morning cooking delicious stuff and the mouth watering smell filled the apartment. K. sniffed happily and explored our home. My uncle came out of the kitchen carrying plates. K. wanted to pee so my bro went into the toilet with him. I followed them inside.

“Won’t you unzip?”, I asked K. as he stood looking up at us bashfully.

Seeing my reassuring smile he pulled down the zipper of his short pants and brought out his penis. He pulled back the foreskin and a stream of urine trickled out. My brother pulled out his half erect penis and started aiming his stream at the same spot where K. was aiming. K. laughed.

“Let’s play sword fight as we do at school”, said my bro.

My bro aimed the stream of his pee to cross with K.’s and they soon dissolved into giggles.  By the time they finished peeing my bro’s penis had completely hardened. K. stared at it in arousal, his boy penis hardening. My bro and he had fondled each other’s cocks in the library surreptitiously and K. knew the pleasures of a hard penis.

With their penises still sticking out of their pants both boys stepped out of the toilet. I flushed and followed them.

“Look!”, called my bro to my uncle, “K.’s showing his penis to us.”

My uncle came over to us and smiled at K. Looking slightly frightened K. looked up at uncle’s face unsure of what to do. My uncle ran his fingers over K.’s head full of curls and said, “Won’t we get out of these clothes? They are so uncomfortable and must not be worn in our love home.”

So saying my uncle pulled down his pants and let it drop to the floor. His penis flopped over his thighs. He had brown pubic hair. K. reached out and ran his fingers thru uncle’s pubic hair and to my surprise I could see my uncle’s cock twitch. He was unbuttoning his shirt by now and took it off completely. He knelt and bundled his clothes aside. He stood stark naked in front of the little boy who was feeling his penis and testicles carefully. My bro and I watched as uncle’s cock grew hard under the ministrations of the child. K. held uncle’s cock now in both his hands.

“Want to see me naked kid?”, I asked K.

He turned to me and said excitedly, “Let’s all of us take off our clothes and show our cocks to each other.”

His eyes shone with impish delight as he started pulling off his short pants and shirt. He couldn’t unbutton his shirt fast enough to suit himself. He pulled it over his head, almost tearing it off in his excitement. By now I and my bro were fully aroused and K. turned to watch us fascinated as my bro stripped off completely. I too pulled off my clothes to display my arousal. K.’s little penis was hard and he was rubbing it already. With three hard cocks around him, K. was beside himself with joy. He asked my uncle to stand him up on the dining table.

“I want to show you my cock and my ass hole!”, he shouted.

He bent over and with his fingers parted his buttocks. “Can you see?”, he asked peering around. “Now look at my hard cock.”

I made K. bend over again and stuffed my tongue in his butt crack. My nose smelt kiddie asshole as my tongue rolled the soft opening. K.’s cock got even harder and stuck to his lower belly. After I had licked K.’s kid hole a bit my uncle gently took over and licked K.’s cock and balls. My bro and I had never seen my uncle so aroused and stared at him in excitement. My uncle was actually masturbating himself as he licked K.’s boy cock! K. was grinning down at us in supreme glee. He had never thought home could be so exciting. Almost immediately uncle squirted great globs of cum all over the dining table and onto the plates. He shuddered in ecstasy. Never had I seen so much pleasure in our uncle’s face. His eyes were ablaze with sexual heat. He had always refrained from touching me and my bro sexually even though we had invited him many times to join us. We had seen him masturbate to pictures of boys and men in his collection of picture books but try as we might he would never have sex with us. With K. his reserve had vanished. He stood K. back on the floor and went to get a clean cloth to wipe the plates and table off his semen. His fat penis jutted ahead still very erect.

K. turned to my bro and shouted, “Now you take my cock in your mouth!”

Charles got down on his knees and started licking K.’s stiff boy penis. I sat down on the floor and parted K.’s buttock cheeks. I meant to finish what I had started on the dining table. K. bucked between us holding my bro’s head and pushing it towards his organ. He was insatiable, he wanted my bro’s tongue to roll without stopping. He wanted my tongue to service his boy bum properly. I clutched my bro’s throbbing penis and masturbated him. My pecker leaked pre-cum copiously. I felt K.’s anus tighten suddenly and his little body shudder. K. was having an orgasm. His breathing got laboured and he had his eyes closed. He would have toppled over in ecstasy had both of us not held him upright. Between the two of us we carried him to bed, K. had a satisfied smile on his face. This was the moment he was never to forget in his life, K.’s very first taste of freedom and unsullied sexual pleasure.

K. did not lie down on our bed for more than a minute because by then Charles and I were caressing each other’s naked bodies. My bro turned and quickly put my cock in his mouth; I pushed my head between his thighs and reached between his buttocks with my tongue. My uncle came into the room still with a raging hard on. K. took uncle’s erection in his fists and stared at us brothers having a 69.

“Do you like this K.?”, my uncle asked.

“Oh yes! very much” was the ecstatic boy’s quick reply.

This was the first time in his life he had seen so much nudity and to see his friend and me having sex catapulted him to seventh heaven. My bro came in great spurts which I had to gulp down quickly before his semen could dribble out of my mouth. Charles swallowed my cum soon after and we un-entangled to see my uncle standing there vigorously masturbating. K.’s boy cock was as hard as ever as he watched uncle with rapt attention. He examined closely as my uncle grunted his way to climax and ejaculated over the bedroom floor.

“That’s how he makes man juice”, I explained to K. “Your friend and I both make man juice. And one day soon you’ll start making it too.”

“I want to make it now!”, he said.

“You can’t K.!”, my bro explained, “You need to be over a certain age to start making that juice in your testicles. Till then you can enjoy the excitement.” My bro gently rolled K.’s balls between his fingers. “That’s where your man juice will be made when you are older.”

K. fondled his sac and massaged his hardness. “OK now lick my ass hole again!”

All three of us took turns rimming K.’s boy hole until we got ravenously hungry for food. My tummy growled in protest and K. laughed.

“You tummy farted!”, he said.

“Yes K., later I’ll make real farts – the noisy, smelly ones, you had better watch and smell.”

K. squealed in delight. “Make them now!”, he crowed.

“Can’t K. He can’t make them now, he gotta eat first”, my bro answered.

“Then let’s eat!”, shouted K. He rushed pell mell out of the bedroom and sat himself on one of the dining chairs. My uncle served us.

K. had never had anyone take so much care of him. He chattered nineteen to dozen about everything. His horrible parents, his bowel movements, his farts, his interest in watching his dad shitting through the chinks on their latrine door and smelling his farts. The little boy seemed to have a fascination for watching his father shit. He described daddy’s turds in great detail and his hairy penis too. K. had never had to courage to ask his dad to expose himself and hitherto had satisfied his boyhood desires just spying through their latrine door and rubbing himself. It seemed that a dam had burst inside the boy’s mind. He gushed forth all his desires, knowing that he was safe with us. My uncle gently urged the boy to eat as he talked out his heart. And eat he did till his plate was quite clean.

“And now for some chocolate pudding”, announced my uncle getting up.

K. squealed in delight. His talk forgotten he attacked the pudding on his plate and demanded more till he could stuff himself no more. Afterwards he lay down on the bed his eyes drooping and soon curled off to sleep.

My uncle smiled at us brothers, “off to study the two of you now!” he ordered.

He began clearing the dishes. So I and Charles sat down with our books. Charles had a very important exam coming up a few years down the line which would let him get into college to study medicine and I had my exam in finance just around the corner.

Over the next few years K. became part of our family. My uncle helped him with his homework and his grades shot up. My bro was 16, I 26 and K. was 11 when uncle had a windfall in his little business. He had bagged a large business contract in Thailand. I and my bro knew that the only way to make our uncle rich was if we could stay back in India and my uncle went to live in Thailand. We could join him once my brother’s studies were over and done with. My bro could practice medicine and perhaps study further and I might join our uncle in his business in Thailand. For now I was working in a bank in India.

And so it came about that I and my bro bid a sad farewell to our uncle at the airport and came back to our home together. My bro wept on my shoulder. I hugged him tight standing in our living room.

“We still have each other”, I consoled.

K. was very much part of our lives and felt at home in ours. I made sure Charles was not disturbed in his studies for his pre-med entrance exams coming up soon. I got him all the books he needed and made sure his study area was quiet and comfortable. He would often sit up late at night memorizing facts and figures.

Our sexual desire for each other was insatiable still and never waned in its ardour. By this age my bro routinely made me shave off his armpits, pubes and around his anus. He is naturally smooth so there was not much to shave. K. too had started sprouting wisps of pubic hair.

In the evenings K., my bro and I would get into heavy bouts of sex on our bed or anywhere else in the house we fancied. K. was an expert at sex by now and had completely lost all sense of shame with us. He would squeeze into the latrine with me and my brother as we shat. He would finger fuck my brother’s and my assholes together. His dream was to take both our cocks together in his mouth and suck. But his boy mouth could barely allow mine. My brother’s cock was too thick to be taken in. Even my mouth would ache if I sucked my bro off for too long. But that was an ache I savoured. Unfortunately the camera my uncle bought years ago had by now given up its ghost and we could click each other no longer. We showed K. pics of me and my bro having sex years ago and K. gazed with wonder at a younger us.

When med school saw Charles get admission we were very happy. I wrote a long, newsy letter to my uncle telling him how we celebrated with a cake and chocolates. My uncle started sending us larger sums of money every month so that Charles lacked nothing in his studies. He would only buy the very best of reference books from abroad and had a complete human skeleton hung on a hook on the wall near his study table which he could learn from. If Charles had poured over books before he entered med school he veritably drowned in them now. His academic scores consistently reflected his brilliance. I too started dabbling in the stock market in India and, with the help of my uncle, in other countries. I earned a steady income which surpassed my salary at the bank where I worked. Over the years I became quite a wizard at stocks and had a huge amount of money in my bank account. We still lived simply, me and my bro, and by the time my bro graduated from med school I had made enough in the stock markets to leave my job and engage full time in it.

I was insistent that a basic medical degree was not enough for my brother and I sent him to Oxford to study further. It was the ‘80s and I felt very lonely without my bro by my side. K. was there but it was not the same. My bro sent home letters, hastily scribbled because of his academic pressures, saying how much he missed me. I travelled to Oxford once or twice to be with him but came back soon since I did not want him to take his mind away from his studies. I paid for his entire fees and travel and he lacked nothing. Almost all his classmates had to work part time to pay their college fees but not Charles. He lived in a large comfortable apartment near his college and hospital. His landlady was a kindly old soul with heart of gold. She made sure he never went to bed or class hungry.

“You need to feed the doc,” she would say, “and heaped Charles with healthy meals.”

At Oxford too Charles’ academic brilliance glittered. He was invited to join three hospitals as staff which he politely declined. He wanted to get back to India, he said, and help poor people there. The British doctors at his college understood and appreciated his dedication. Charles had made very few real friends and had a lot of admirers. Females who approached him with romantic ambitions were politely but firmly turned away.

By the year the Berlin Wall fell Charles was back home with me, now fully qualified as a doctor of adolescent medicine. We watched the news on TV sitting together in the living room in India. We read the newspapers avidly as I hugged my brother’s naked body the next morning.  Charles was gentler with me now and had a much more serious demeanour than in the past but his sexual appetite had not abated one bit. He had been completely celibate while abroad and his sexual hunger struck him with a vengeance now that he was back with me. He would expertly massage my prostrate with his finger while he deep throated me and got me to the verge of an orgasm and stop just before I climaxed. He continued to massage my prostrate while he sucked me to the edge of the next orgasm. I nearly went crazy with ecstasy in bed with my bro. I would suck his cock for hours and it would never lose its hardness.

My uncle convinced us both to join him in Pattaya where he lived in splendour.  My bro started his practice in Pattaya city. Every morning my bro’s driver would bring his shiny black Rolls and drive him to his clinic and every evening drive him back home. Very quickly Charles became popular as a doctor who really cared for his patients and had unerring diagnosis. He insisted on taking no fees from his poorer patients and they in turn worshipped him. It was very common to have one or the other of his patients place some simple farm produce as an offering on my bro’s desk. His practice soon grew to be too small for his clinic and he moved into a hospital which he bought. Here his poor patients continued to be treated completely free of cost. The rich always made it a point to pay him more than his fees since they knew what he did for the poor. He was a very well liked doctor.

K. by now had taken admission in a college in India to study English Literature. As the years passed his letters to us grew more and more infrequent till they stopped altogether. We never met him again. If you are reading this, K., you know who you are. You remember the times you spent with us. Please do get in touch with us. I and my bro would love to see what you have made of yourself.

We came back to India with our aging uncle in the mid ‘90s. We bought a large bungalow in Delhi, refurbished it and lived together, my brother having sold off his practice to capable Thai doctors. I excelled in the financial world and we had each amassed small fortunes. Our penchant for not such an opulent living ensured that our bank balances got fatter and fatter.  By any standards in India our combined wealth made us well off if not very rich.

Every year all three of us would go on a month long vacation to a village somewhere in a poor part of India. It would be a different part of the country every year. It was our dream to setup an orphanage for boys. We explored various options and visited many orphanages. We saw with horror the appalling conditions the boys lived in. But before we could settle on a location for our orphanage our uncle took ill and passed on. My bro did his best and got him treated in the best of hospitals but old age defies the best of doctors. On that day years ago when Lord Shiva carried off our uncle’s soul to heaven we grieved. My bro and I spent locked up in our bungalow together for the next 15 days crying off our anguish. We followed the rituals which the next of kin are supposed to so that our beloved uncle’s soul could find peace and be reborn in a higher plane.

The year was 2001 and the day 9/11. We watched in horror our television screen. Truly man’s evil had surpassed all bounds. Thanatos, mankind’s desire to kill according to Freud, was getting stronger by the day. We prayed for the people in America.

Early the following year I and my bro travelled to a tiny village in the south of India. It was very isolated and the people lived in poverty. We went to out a dilapidated boys’ orphanage not far from the village and our hearts went out to all four of its residents, whom I shall call Peter, Roger, Mark and Bob for the purposes of this account. I took over the derelict orphanage owned by a very old man who could barely move about much less take care of the boys. I pensioned off the old man and he went off to his village and died soon after. Those boys remained in my love home far from prying eyes. I moved into my new home, the orphanage, with the four residents. Charles gave financial support and stayed on to see the single floor building rebuilt properly.

The four boys took to nudity and sex as duck to water. As soon as they saw my bro and I stripping off and having sex in front of them they lost their inhibitions. Inside our love home they learned to stay naked and indulge in frequent orgies. With passing years their sexual desires grew by leaps and bounds. This was to be the start of me and my bro seeking out badly treated orphan boys across India and bringing them to live with us in our home of love and care....and freedom.

My brother went back to his practice in Delhi and made frequent visits to our home. With his medical degree it was not difficult for him to spot abused boys in orphanages across the country. He tried his best to get them out of those situations and bring them to our “Safe Zone”.

 

.... to be continued