Date: Mon, 23 Jan 2023 06:49:41 +0100
From: Netaji K <netajimk@gmail.com>
Subject: Usman's Journey -1

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Usman's Journey

Khaleda Begum was worried. Her husband had ran away and left her, with
three kids behind, to feed. They were potters. Having traditional business
of pottery, in Durgapur,

Lalmonirhat distric, in Bangladesh.

Durgapur was small town, with population of about 4000 people. Darla river
was their lifeline. By boat, they could cross the river, and go to
India. She used to get rich soil, to make pottery, on the banks of Darla
river. Her kids used to go for fishing, in Darla river only.

She had three kids. Usman , Imtiaz, Nafisa. Usman was eldest and 12 years
old. Followed by Imtiaz 9 and Nafisa 6. After Covid and lockdown situation,
all the potters, had lost their business.

In the beginning, Khaleda Begum took care of her family, by selling few of
the things. But now, day by day, it was becoming difficult for her, to feed
and take care of everyone, in the family. She just couldn't think of any
way, out to salvage the situation.

Like all villagers used to do, Khaleda Begum went to the Mulla ( muslim
priest), of the only mosque in the village. With his age and experience, he
used to guide, the people around.

He suggested that, she should get Usman, employed somehow. But it was
easier said, than done. In such a small town, there was no business, which
can employ Usman. Mulla suggested that she should take the help of Nazmul
Haque. He was an agent, working in big towns in India, supplying labour
force from Bangladesh.

Nazmul was 15 when he started working. Now at 30, he was well
established. He had branches in Calcutta and Delhi.

 From there only, Khaleda went to Nazmul's house. Nazmul was not there. But
his younger brother, Bashir was there. Khaleda explain him, the nature of
her work.

He told her that, Nazmul was in Calcutta. Bashir was expected to travel to
Calcutta, sometime in next week. If Khalida wants, he can take Usman with
him to Calcutta. Khalida was more than happy, and accepted the offer.

She knew, Usman was in good hands. Bashir was 18, and had travelled to
Calcutta few times earlier also. So he knew the road, and places to stay,
on the way.

Journey from Durgapur to Calcutta, was not easy one. They had to use boat,
Road transport , train transport to reach Calcutta. Though,BSF check post
was not, very big hurdle. They were kind and used to allow anyone crossing,
the border.

She came home and waited for Usman to come home, to give him the news.

After playing on the playground, Usman collected, his small belonging,
which he had kept under a tree. It was a good size fish, he could catch, in
the river. With the good dinner expected, he was also happy, and reached
home.

At the time of having dinner, Khaleda gave him a good news. Though Usman,
has spent all his life, in Durgapur, he did not feel any anxiety, about
leaving home. On the contrary, he was excited, to travel out and have, a
new experience. Now they waited for the message from Bashir.

After 2 days, Usman went and met Bashir. He had seen Bashir, earlier
also. But since Bashir was senior, they had never interacted with each
other.

Bashir was, solidly built, healthy looking boy having medium height of
5'-8". Recently, Bashir had observed, hair growth on his cheeks and
moustache. With thick eye brows and piercing eyes, Bashir was a very
handsome looking guy.

Same time, Bashir was also checking Usman.

He could see a very eager, excited boy of 12, having dark complexion, but
very radiant smile, which was reflected, in his big black eyes also. A very
pleasant and jovial boy. Bashir liked him. He was sure that, their journey
to Calcutta will be, an interesting experience for both of them.

Bashir informed Usman that, they will start their journey on Monday
morning. Generally it used to take them, three days to reach Calcutta.

It was routine for all the villagers, to get shelter in the mosque, on the
way, since there were no hotels.  They used to sleep in the mosque on the
way to Calcutta. Needed to spend on the food and transport, which in this
case, Bashir was spending.

Night before, at the time of sleeping, Usman was very excited about his
future, and had good sleep, dreaming about it.

Monday morning -

Early in the morning, they set out to cross the river by boat. After
thorough check at BSF check post, they both set the foot, on Indian side of
the border. This was the land, given them ample opportunity, shelter, food.

For Usman, it was his, first time. Though he did not know at that time
that, there were going to be many ' first ' for him in near future.

The both were supposed to walk for 3 km on dry river bed. From there
onwards, 2 km till the road. From there, they took, tonga to reach one
village. Now it was 4 o'clock in the afternoon. There was single mosque, in
that village, where they took the shelter, for the night.

Bashir had brought some home cooked food , which they both ate. For Usman,
it was the most delicious food. After which, they took the bath. Usman
never had a privacy of bathing in the bathroom . He came out wearing thin
towel and changed infront of Bashir only. Innocent that he was, he did what
he used to do, on the river bank.

Bashir could see, small body frame, muscles not fully developed, but heavy
melon like bum glued to the body frame. A small cocklet, on totally
hairless , pubic mound.

The sight was very appealing. Bashir couldn't resist the urge, to touch
Usman. So he called Usman, near him and started giving him demonstration,
about how to use towel properly.

Youth hormones were yet to come, knocking on Usman's doors. His skin, body
and everything was very boyish. Bashir made him sit in his lap. And with
the pretence of drying Usman's soles, Bashir lifted Usman's foot up
alternatively and started drying. But Usman thought that, Bashir was taking
too much time.

Usman was impressed with Bashir's muscles. He innocently praised
them. Bashir flexed his muscles. As a small demonstration, he held, Usman
tightly, in his arms. With folded legs, he could bundle, Usman easily, with
cleft , revealing his, anal mouth.

Bashir had to satisfy himself with eye pleasure only.

After churning Usman's sexy bums in his laps, Bashir had to stop, and then
they went to sleep.

Bashir was wearing lungi and Usman, inexperienced that he was, he didn't
have luxury of different set of clothes, and was wearing shorts. Actually
Usman only had two set of shorts and tee shirts, and all were pretty old.

For Bashir it was, disturbed sleep. His emotions were boiling.  He wondered
why, but in the night, he suddenly woke up to find one of his legs, folded
at the knee and on Usman's body. Usman was sleeping, face down, very
soundly. Bashir felt the warm touch of his skin on Usman's body part, which
in this case was, his bum. Bashir realised that, Usman was packing a very
muscular and fleshy bubble butt. The feel was supple and taught, at the
same time. Slowly Bashir started swinging his thighs, in slow motion.

Bashir's lungi parted and, his thighs were actually rubbing, Usman's sexy
bum. In one such motion, Usman's leg of loose shorts, went up and his buns
were partially exposed.

Flesh to flesh contact with Usman's buns, was a maddening experience, for
Bashir.

Usman's cocklet was getting massaged between, his body and floor. Moaning,
Usman turned sideways, facing other side. But he was sleeping
soundly. Bashir started caressing, Usman's stomach, with his one hand. With
excitement he pulled Usman towards him. His enlarged cock was wedged
between, Usman's buns. Bashir loved the feeling. But he decided not to
cross the line, and slept, in same position.

Next day , they both got up and got ready. Thankfully, Usman was obvious to
the happenings, took place, in the night.

Actually, he didn't know, what gift,he was carrying.  Nobody could steal,
only lucky ones will get to play with it.

Today, it was a bus journey of 6 hours, for them. Bus left them at some
point, from where, they were supposed to take local transport, to reach
village, 10 km away. That transport was tuk tuk ( diesel rikshaw, modified
to sit, maximum passengers).

Tuk tuk started it's journey after taking maximum passengers, at 07.00
pm. Because of the crowd, Usman had to sit in Bashir's lap, which was a
routine in that region.

For the first time in his life, Bashir started getting different
sensations. He remembered the closeness he felt, a night before. Also now
Usman's, most desirable butt was in his laps. Usman did not know that he
has some body part, which could excite anyone and today , Bashir was the
victim.

Bashir kept his hands on Usman's thighs. The journey was very jerky,
because of the rough road condition. Bashir's fingers, which were rested on
Usman's thighs, started moving with each jerk. Nobody was watching it, in
the dark. Now Usman also felt Bashir's fingers moving erotically, on his
thighs. And he liked the touch. With no resistance from Usman, Bashir's
fingers started going inside the hem. Flesh was warm and soft.

Usman now felt, Bashir's cock under his bums. It was 8" long and preety
fat. He never could have thought, that cock can be so big.

Usman was quite playful with it, since he didn't know the different uses of
it. Playfully he tried to hold the cock, and squeeze it in the cleft, with
his buns. But the cock was to big to fit in.

Bashir was so ecstatic that he could have lost his control all together.

Usman tried to hold that sizable piece of meat between his buns. He could
have used his hands to position that cock properly. But he was very
inexperienced. So he took the help of the jerks. With each jerk, Usman was
getting up and again sit down on the cock, after adjusting it with his
buns.

Now Usman's buns and Bashir's lap were the most energized zones, in that
tuk tuk.

Taking advantage of one jerk, Bashir pushed his fingers in Usman's crotch.

The whole play field there, was barren, devoid of any hair. Bashir's
fingers started sliding, like on a marble floor. Now Bashir became expert,
in taking advantage of the jerks also. His fingers started roaming
freely. From pubic area, to ball sac below. In the same journey, of his
strokes, he touched Usman's cock, now stiff and stood tall at 3
inches. Bashir started playing merrily, with the whole package.

Though, they both did not want their journey to end, Bashir knew better and
stopped there only. But still Bashir was reluctant and did not remove his
fingers. Usman was looking ahead and holding his hands tightly, on the
metal bar in front of him.

After half an hour, their journey ended in the village. As planned, they
went to the mosque. Made their sleeping arrangements, took bath and
attended prayers. After prayers they both had some food in one dingy
restaurant outside only.

They both returned to their sleeping arrangements in the mosque. But they
found that they were not alone. There was one more fellow, sleeping along
side only. They both were not exactly happy, but accepted the
situation. That fellow kept on talking with Bashir for sometime. After
looking at Bashir yawning, he stopped talking and went to sleep.

Now Usman was sleeping between those two adults. Bashir did not dare to
make any move. But he could not sleep either. Usman was awake, in the
beginning, but slept, sometimes afterwards.

Suddenly, he woke up to, a sensation of something warm touching his
burns. Slowly he opened his eyes and tried to assess the situation. He was
facing Bashir. And the warm sensation, on his bum was, from the
stranger. Stranger was caressing, his buns with sheer lust.

But it was not the caressing, it was his cock touching, sliding, lightly
between his buns.

Usman shifted slightly towards Bashir. He took one hand of Bashir and put
it on his bum.

Bashir's hands contacted the foreign cock, in his territory. The stranger
jerked his cock away and withdrew his hands immediately. But now, Bashir
knew the game and wanted to protect his territory. So he kept his hands on
Usman's bum. To further assert, his rights on the territory, Bashir pushed
his hands in Usman shorts and squeezing Usman buns, he pulled Usman close
to him. Now Usman felt secure.

Usman did not mind, Bashir's fingers touching, his tiny pucker, and he did
not know, the purpose of the touch. Bashir's fingers and mind, both had
never felt, the need of wandering, in such a virgin territory. But they
both liked, what Bashir was doing on Usman's bum. Making some purring
noise, they both clinged to each other. Only frustrated soul was the
stranger. He cursed his luck and faced other side and tried to sleep.

In the morning Bashir opened his eyes, to find stranger gone, and Usman
sleeping in his arms. Bashir tenderly kissed Usman. He wanted Usman, to
sleep soundly in his arms, but also knew that they will have to start their
onward journey.

They both got up and after getting fresh, they started their next leg of
journey. From here to Calcutta, it was 36 hours of journey by passenger
train. After reaching the station, Bashir went, to one ticketing agent and
booked one birth, accomodating two people in the night. Day time it was
always crowded.

After they started their journey, Usman was excited and watching outside
the window continuously. Bashir had offered him window seat. He had
understood that, Usman had never seen, the world outside, their village.

After lunch Usman started feeling sleepy. So they changed their seats. Now
Bashir was sitting at the window. Usman kept his head in Bashir's lap and
slept. There was a third fellow also. But he did not mind Usman
sleeping. On the country, to accommodate the sleeping boy, he took Usman's
legs, and put it in his own laps. He also put the cloth around his own
neck, in his lap, covering Usman's legs.

Usman felt the similar warm object, touching his legs. First he tried to
check with his toe fingers. His toe fingers encountered something warm and
stiff. He opened his eyes to look at Bashir. But Bashir was sleeping. Usman
did not want to trouble Bashir. But now, he felt hands pushing themselves,
in Usman's shorts, to touch his private parts. He was wondering, why
suddenly, everybody was interested in his privates. No body cared, even a
glance, when he was in his village. With the strangers hands pushing
fingers, roughly inside his shorts, he was swimming in a pool of confused
emotions. The stranger, must have liked, what his fingers were touching
there.

Fingers, forcefully spread Usman's thighs,wide. Now, stranger had free pass
to move, on the hairless plane,from scrotum to anus. The stranger was no
newcomer, when playing the game of sex. But this boy was different. His
fingers crossed the stiff cocklet, and started playing there, with his
three fingers. Usman got carried away, with this,three fingers massage, and
was lost till, he found, fingers were trying to penetrate,his poop
hole. Now it was painful. Usman started squirming.

Bashir suddenly felt the movement, and opened his eyes. He understood the
whole thing, and make Usman sit. Stranger also did not show anything on his
face and keep on looking other side. Now Bashir decided, to be extra
careful, in such situations.

Stranger got down at some point in the evening. After their dinner, they
both decided to go to sleep. Bashir changed his dress to lungi. Usman was
in his shorts, and did not need the change.

On Indian trains, generally after nine, there is one dim blue light in the
cabin, and everyone goes to sleep.

Bashir took out, one thin shawl to cover both of them, and tried to sleep
with their heads, in opposite direction. Trains, generally,swing, sway and
vibrate. Day time, it's not noticeable. But night time, its different
story.

They bring out, erotic element, out in the open. Bashir directed Usman, to
change his position and sleep in the same direction, like him.

Usman was sleeping outside, and firmly held by Bashir in place, to arrest
the swinging, and swaying movement. Bashir's fingers had crept, in Usman's
shorts and held his cock firmly. They both where swaying to the trains
rhythm.

Bashir took out, now his enlarged cock and pushed it in Usman's shorts,
through his leg opening. Usman middle part was sandwiched, between Basheer
's hands and Bashir's groin. With swaying movement, because of the trains
rhythm, Bashir's cock was pushing and trying its luck, in the unknown
territory.

Usman also felt the healthy cock head between his buns, roaming aimlessly,
from perrinium to upper end of the cleft. Bashir was still pulling Usman by
holding his cock, but that was not necessary. Usman's buns liked the game
and did not want to go anywhere.

With the rhythmattic jerks and the whole excitement,of last thirty minutes,
Bashir cock reached the anal gate of Usman and surrendered there. But
before surrendering, Bashir's cock had kissed, the anal mouth firmly and
spewed it's sperms, injecting it fully inside, but without
penetration. Usman also felt the warm flood, inside his passage. Whole
experience was so painless and pleasurable to Usman that, he orgasmed
immediately.

It was first time in his life, he had organismed.

Funny thing was, it was first time for Usman to see, to experience , to
receive the sperm parcel sent by the any cock.

But it was dry orgasm. Nothing came out. But Usman's cock jerked few
times. Also Usman's anal mouth squeezed, Bashir's cock head.

They both slept Soundly after such an exhaustive but out of world
experience.

In the morning they both got up early. Got fresh, and had tea and snacks at
some station. Usman was continuously looking outside the window. But he was
feeling Bashir's stare on him continuously. Bashir was thinking something.

They reached Howrah station. Now Calcutta was very close. But Bashir had
decided to stay, in some lodge, in Howrah only. He did not want this
journey to end. Usman did not know, anything better. So Bashir took one
room in decent lodge.

They, both were fatigued , after long train journey, so they took bath and
slept. In the evening they got up, and had some sumptuous dinner. Bashir
went to some shop, to purchase perfumed oil and then, they both went for a
movie. Again this was first, for Usman. There was no theatre in his
village. They both were feeling like a newly wed couple.

Bashir, because of the treasure , he stumbled upon,in the form of Usman and
for Usman , everything was new experience.

After movie, they came back to the lodge. Both were looking forward to
great ,beautiful, romantic and most importantly, FRUITFUL night ahead.

 Again they both changed to their night dress. Usman in shorts & Bashir in
lungi. Usman went to switch off the lights. But Bashir had different
thoughts. So he instructed Usman, to leave the lights on. Actually Bashir
wanted to visually see, touch , smell, taste and feel the gift, he has got.

First Bashir removed, the only short from Usman's body. He stared and
appreciated Usman, in all his naked glory. Soft and tender and boyish body,
of a 12-year old, fleshy bubble butt of 15 year old boy, smile of an
innocent boy and sparkling eyes. Bashir could not believe his luck, that he
stumbled upon, such an erotic treasure.

He could see, the delicate neck, boyish and undefined muscles of the chest,
nipples which where equally innocent and untouched by the maturity
bug. Stomach was flat with 'inny' naval.

Below that area, was the well contoured pubic mound, without even a hint of
hair growth. Bashir had almost forgotten, that stage in his own life, when
he was so young.

Nicely shaped, very delicious looking,three inch cock, round nut sac with
nuts, clinging closer to the body.

Tender and glistening skin of the thighs was dark and oily.

He turned Usman to lie face down.

The scene there was no different. Twin globes, had dominated the scene, but
rest everything was perfectly shaped. Bashir couldn't resist and he touched
twin globes and started stroking it. Actually fingers were not enough. He
buried his nose there.

Bashir could smell, a hint of musky odour, mixed with perfume of the soap,
lingering there. Don't know why, but he put his mouth to the anal mouth,
and hummed there.

Usman felt the vibrations inside his body. It was totally different and
erotic experience for him. No one had played with his body the way, Bashir
was playing.

Bashir took out perfumed oil bottle, purchased from the market. Lovingly
poured it on Usman back. And slowly he started giving erotic massage, with
his fingers. Bashir's fingers were awakening the sensors unknown to Usman,
till that moment.

After giving enough attention to his back, Bashir poured more oil on
Usman's boy buttocks. Now his fingers started giving definitive strokes,
centring around the hidden, tiny pucker.

Usman's body was awakened from inside. There was too much going on, in his
body. But from outside he remained still. Usman just closed his eyes
tightly and focused on the sensations, imminating from, inside his body. He
experienced the explosions, every spot, where Bashir's fingers where
touching.

Now Bashir parted the twin melons. Still it was difficult to locate the
pucker. Bashir took more oil on his fingers and tried to locate the
pucker. His finger touched the pucker.

 The touch sent jolt in Usman's body. In response, he lifted his
buttocks. It was really natural reaction but it exposed the tiny pucker, a
bit.

Bashirs fingers had glimpse of that tiny pucker, as if they had eyes. And
it advanced, towards it. Bashir fingers where oily. Bashir started giving
massage, to that tiny pucker.

Bashir's fingers wanted to deliver more and more oil on the pucker, and
that's what they did. Pucker relaxed, because of all the oily massage, it
was getting.

Bashir tried to insert, index finger, and it went in to the first
knuckle. Usman felt the pains. As a reaction, he thrust his buttocks up and
into the hands of Bashir. Suddenly he found Bashir's, whole finger inside.

Usman inside was hot and very tight. It exerted pressure on Bashir's
finger.

Till this whole time, the storm creator, fingers were working from
outside. Now for the first time, Usman felt the storm creator, Bashir's
fingers, inside his body. Now the finger started moving inside his body. It
touched very tender, prostate gland. It was the moment of realisation for
Usman.

The bursting sensation, happening within his body was now crossing, all the
limits and coming out of body.

Slowly Bashir, tried to add another finger. But he found it very difficult,
to push it in. After relentless efforts he could push the second finger
inside. Now he tried to catch hold of prostate with both the finger tips.

The sensation was overwhelming. Usman spasmed, but alas, again futile
one. Nothing came out. But, in response, he automatically curled his toes
and upper body.

Now Bashir was maddeningly in love with this sweet little boy. No efforts
were enough to appreciate the beauty. Bashir simply took out his fingers
and buried his nose in the valley, again. He deeply, inhaled the boy's
heavenly musk , mixed with perfume oil.

He simply turned Usman, in face up position.

Now he wanted to taste the delicate thick pencil like structure. He started
feasting on, Usman's tender cock. At 3 inch, it too was very beautiful and
typical boy cock. It had very lucscious feel to it. The whole experience
was beyond explanation for Bashir. Slowly he released the cock and started
journey downwards. He took both the nuts in his mouth and created suction
to it. Usman legs were shaking like it had experienced trimmors. Bashir
lovingly kept moving his hands on the Usman's legs and held it in his hand,
folded in the knees, and dived for the trophy.

His toung came out and touched the anal ring. But toung was not happy,
tasting from outside. So tongue entered the love tunnel. For Usman, this
was umpteenth , first of the series.

Was this the same body he had?

Till couple of days ago, his life was very simple and carefree. Now the
same body was, a mountain of pleasure, not only to him but, even for Bashir
also.

Bashir's tongue was very muscular and round. without bone, twisting and
reaching out, was different than, the fingers. Usman was unable to decide
which one was better, toung or fingers. After lapping up the imaginary
honey from the love tunnel, Bashir removed his tongue.

Bashir lifted Usman knees, to his chest. And lovingly he started looking at
the, upturned anal opening.

Though tiny and totally hairless, pucker was sleek enough and invitingly
called for more assault. It was looking sleek with all the oil and saliva
poured on. It was very difficult for Bashir, not to accept the invitation.

Holding legs in same position, Bashir got up on his knees. Very lovingly,
he placed head of his cock on the tiny pucker. Bashir had to exert great
control, and not to push it in, in one go.

He wanted to make love, and not simply satisfy the physical need.

He reached Usman's mouth and started kissing him for the first time. Usman
was completely lost. But Bashir had not forgotten the important work to
do. So slowly he started pushing his cock in, which was waiting at the anal
gate.

The experience was like a typical sign graph for Usman. First a momentally
discomfort then graph went up to sudden sharp shooting pain then again came
down to only discomfort. Momentarily he lost his consciousness. When he
regained his consciousness he realised that, Bashir had held his cock in
place, and not moving at all.

Usman got enough time to get settled, get adjusted, to the whole invasion
thing.

 Bashir felt Usman relaxing his anal muscles. Bashir started sinking, his
love weapon, deep within Usman's body. Though there was some discomfort for
Usman, he started getting the pleasure in waves.

On the inward journey, Bashir's cock touched the prostate. Bashir slowly
withdrew his cock and again penetrated with slightly increased force. And
slowly he started doing it again and again. With every inward thrust, his
cock was touching, kissing, communicating with prostate.

The tempo, accompanied by hissing sound and sigh, had started building
up. And after ten minutes of pistoning, it went through the roof. Usman
felt like, his body was on fire. Virtually getting dissolved ,into a very
hot lava.

At the same time Bashir also felt, the electric current passing from head
to toe. He felt like there was great churning taking place, inside his
body. Suddenly the energy got a way out and it erupted through, his own
cock.

Bashir's semen may have acted as a catalyst. Because now Usman also felt
the lava boiling within. He felt the same churning effect. Lava within his
body was continuously looking for a way out. And it got a way out and Usman
also erupted.

Again a first time , an orgasm with sperms.

At that time Usman did not know but, he virtually tried to crush Bashir's
body between his thighs. At the same time he tried to squeeze Bashir's
flesh , on the back, with his palms.

His mouth was not ready to leave Bashir's mouth. Usman was making, all type
of sounds in Bashir's mouth. It took at least twenty minutes for them to
come to senses.

Physically both remained in the same position. Bodies intangled with each
other. Mouth glueed together. Bashir's weapon still firmly deeply embedded
inside.

Bashir was amazed. He had not lost his erection at all. But Bashir was a
considerate lover and he knew that, Usman needed rest. So he simply lay
down besides Usman keeping his cock inside.

Sometime in the night, Bashir woke up to find, Usman slowly moving front
and back on his cock. He remained still. After sometime he took Usman on
the top, and let him do all the work. Now Usman increased the pace. He
searched for Bashir's mouth, As if he needed some consolation, he put his
mouth on Bashir mouth.

Bashir extended all the help (and his cock), asked by Usman.

Now Usman was frantically riding Bashir's cock. Again Usman felt the
similar sensation inside his body. He contracted his anal muscles, creating
vice like grip. Bashir loved the feeling of penetrating in that pressurized
grip.

First Usman erupted. It created waves like ripples around Bashir's
cock. Bashir also errupted.

This was the union they both wanted, this was the union they both
loved. After two intense love making sessions also, both did not want to
let other go. They both slept in same condition, fused together.

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