Date: Fri, 31 Mar 2023 05:34:53 +0530
From: Netaji K <netajimk@gmail.com>
Subject: Usman's Journey -1c

Subject: Usman's Journey -1c
 (Gay Adult/Youth)

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Nazmul left his office and drove back to his home. Weather was good. He
felt very exilarated. Never, had he experienced, such an exquisite
pleasures, that too, from a 12 year old, inexperienced boy.

He knew, Usman was natural. If trained properly, he could be great
asset. After forming some plan in his mind, he started whistling.

As he entered the house, he saw, Bashir waiting for him in the hall.

Observing Nazmul in jolly mood, Bashir guessed everything. Most
importantly, he understood that, he had lost Usman permanently.

Nazmul informed Bashir about, new branch, coming up in Mumbai. And Bashir
was supposed to look after it.

He also informed Bashir, to take morning flight, for Mumbai. Sadly, Bashir
couldn't even plan, a last, farewell fuck. But there was no option. He had
to go. He couldn't disobey, Nazmul.

They both discussed future plans for Mumbai office, over a
dinner. Suddenly, Nazmul remembered, Usman was alone and hungry.

After dinner, Bashir went to sleep. Nazmul took the tiffin, prepared by his
servent and left for office.

There was a guard. But he couldn't trust anyone, after knowing Usman.

After reaching, he opened the door with his keys. He saw, Usman was
sleeping,

Guest house was a small, make a shift arrangement, consisting one hall, one
small room, having a single bed, and attached bathroom.

Usman's body was covered by thin bed sheet. He was sleeping face down,
taking one knee bent and up. Sleeping beauty that he was, Usman was epitome
of innocence.

But, Usman had to eat. It was upto Nazmul to execute this hard task. He sat
on the bed. Just looking at Usman, memories came flooding.

Lovingly, Nazmul started stroking Usman's upper body. Thin cover slided
away from Usman's body. Nazmul found that,Usman had no clothes.

Actually, Usman thought, he was alone. So why to bother about nudity. He
never expected, Nazmul to come and open the door.

Finding it hard to resist, Nazmul got up and removed his own
clothes. Slowly, he lied down with Usman. He took Usman's head and placed
it on his arms.

Other hand was busy, giving simple long strokes, on Usman's back. Usman
shifted closer, sensing the comfort. But he still was fast asleep.

The bed was too narrow. So Nazmul lifted Usman , put him on the top. Now
Usman's head was resting on Nazmul's chest. Inflated muscles were like a
pillow.

Both were naked. Usman was completely relaxed and sleeping happily on
Nazmul's body. Usman's cock was soft.

But Nazmul? It was totally opposite story.

All the sensory engines were fired with the recent memories. His strokes
were no more, unintentional. Nazmul felt,his cock, coming out of deep
slumber.

He saw, the tears, dried at the corner of the eyes. He felt guilty for
sending Usman through, such tough assignment. He decided, not to hurt this
boy.

But what to do with the awakening cock. Nazmul's cock was inflated and was
like a baby sleeping between it's parents.

This baby sleeping between, brought Usman back from the dreamy world.

He failed to understand, many things.

Why and how, Nazmul came back. How could Nazmul slip under him, without
waking him up. Lastly, how the hell, could he took that enlarged cock, up
his bum.

It showed on his face also. Nazmul explained him about dinner. For the
first time, Usman realised , how famished, he was.

Nazmul lifted Usman up from his body. Took him to the small table, and
opened the tiffin.

Flavour from the tiffin was, mouth watering. Usman, just devoured the
food. He thanked, Nazmul for guessing correctly.

After he finished his dinner, he got up to wash his hands. That time, he
understood, whole time, he was sitting in Nazmul's laps, NAKED. Why that,
even Nazmul was also naked.

He blushed and went to the bathroom, to wash his hands. But after entering,
he decided to take bath, and get cleaned thoroughly.

Nazmul didn't want to trust Usman on thoroughness. So, he too entered the
bathroom. He wanted to clean Usman, himself.

After starting the shower, he just held Usman, with him, under the
shower. After two minutes, he started washing without soap. His fingers,
deftly worked on Usman's body.

After rinsing, he took soap in his hands and started applying.

Nazmul was giving good massage to Usman.  It was just not enough, with this
sweet little boy.

Nazmul cleaned, each and every crevice, all the places, difficult to
reach. The moment, Nazmul inserted, his finger in the boy pussy, a sigh
escaped from Usman's mouth.

That was one body part, which has done overtime for last three days. But at
the same time, that finger felt good. It was cleaning the mess, Nazmul had
created.

Nazmul turned him around, to wash front side. For fingers, there were many
distractions.

Nipples it had to pinch, flat stomach,it had to massage, smooth groin,it
wanted to play on and the small beauty to hold and clean.

Nazmul decided, tonight, he had to taste it. He could play with it, in many
ways. He needed Usman to enjoy it also.

After drying Usman and then himself, he picked up Usman, in his
arms. Kissed him deeply. Usman was like a favourite doll in his
hands. Small, pure and delicious.

He put Usman down on the bed. Kissing continued. Now he used his palms to
stroke Usman's torso.

At the tits, Nazmul brought his both palms together to hold it
pressed. Nipple buds came out of its sheath, and started looking out
angrily.

Nazmul started pinching it with his teeth. Though soft, it's bite were
surely generated erotic pains.

Usman's hands were free and he started pulling Nazmul's hairs. Couldn't
exert enough pressure. Usman started biting his own lips.



This was not accepted by Nazmul. He took that task in his own hands, sorry
his mouth.

Nazmul was unable to understand, when he would get out, of hypnotic powers
of Usman's young beauty.



Whatever Nazmul decided, his decision used to crumble, by just looking at
Usman boyish body.

For now Nazmul didn't go for the main course. He slipped, under Usman, but
this time, he held Usman in opposite direction.

Usman was now looking at, ten inch long and fat,, natural marvel. With one
wide open eye, on the top.

Usman could see, a glistening white drop of pearl, at the eye. Though, he
was inexperienced, he knew it's value.

Usman extended his toung tip, lapped it. With the loss of precious pearl,
Nazmul's cock shuddered in protest.

Same time, Usman felt, Nazmul's toung on his pussy lips. Feel was like a
cool ointment, applied on the inflamed area.

Hard worker they both were, they started working very hard.

For Usman, main work was, to lap up, valuable pearl, which used to appear,
periodically. Meanwhile, just keep on, cajoling the monstrous cock, by
licking it from all sides.

He had his hands free to help him. He tried to hold, that monstrous tower,
firmly at the base. Usman's palms could feel, the hot blood, flowing. He
was very happy to play with the lovely toy.

It wasn't only toy really. It was a tool to acquire knowledge. Boy was
ambitious. He wanted to be knowledgeable and successful, in his life. May
be, that's why, destiny has brought him to Nazmul.

At the other end, because of the rocking movements of Usman, his tiny
pucker was winking at Nazmul. It was challenging Nazmul to attack and
win. Nazmul had stubbly chin scraping Usman's silky anal mouth.

Nazmul was looking at, totally hairless and dark skin, around the eye of
the cyclone. Nazmul could guess by now, many will get lost, loose their
fortunes, in it.

Nazmul didn't attack it directly. He had to do some reiki of surrounding
area. Contoured and undulating tight muscular and fertile land, inviting
him for tilling.

Maybe it was a trap or death zone, if you loose the sense of time. Nazmul
decided to enjoy territory for restricted time.

Nazmul started licking and biting, alternately. Sometime, his teeth
scrapped the soft skin in the narrows,at the border.

Usman was lost in pleasure he was getting. He forgot, what he was doing,
for some time.

It was like, Nazmul was carrying sensors, on his tongue and planting it on
Usman's body.

Preperation was such that, Usman's pucker started, twitching.

It bloomed to it's full capacity, accepting the fate. Bloomed flower knew,
whatever comes to collect pollen from it, will be totally destroyed.

Meanwhile, Usman's mouth was trying it's level best to accommodate, to
please that huge, love tool. Every time, he tried to engulf it, he could
only achieve five inches of it, in his mouth.

With full determination, he took it in and adjusted his throat on it,
capping the cock. Usman started giving humming vibrations to it.

Now, it was totally new, even for the expert player like Nazmul. It was
first time, he was experienceing vibrations on his cock, while it was
placed, deep inside the throat.

Nazmul stopped midway, whatever he was doing. He just wanted to float, in
that experience. There was steady and continuous string of white precious
pearls, coming out from the eye of nazmul cock.

Usman had no worries about loosing them. He loved to consume, the love
potion. He had developed the test as he had consumed it in loads and loads,
for last three days.

Now nazmul wanted to go for it main course.

He just turned around the small frame, hovering above him , and took Usman
under him.

He parted Usman's legs, in the air, and placed his lone, armored, warrior,
at the pussy gate.

His cock poissed, before entry. Slowly it started penetrating, and for
getting consumed, in that sweet, melting pot.



With their vigorous recent fucking, nazmul expected easier
penetration. Alas, passage was equally tight, like it was earlier. Usman's
pussy muscles, had magical powers. It could come back to its a normal size,
within 10 hours.

Usman,, also had, one more trick up his sleeve. Ripple effect. He decided
to try it on Nazmul's cock.

Presently,he was under Nazmul, in pinned down condition. And it wasn't a
pin. Telephone pole like huge cock, was getting lodged in his pussy. That
too, in missionary position, where, there was no escape.

You try, how ever you wish, you were going to get drilled.

Nazmul abruptly stopped midway. Now, what was that sensation around his
cock, which was buried, six inch in. Usman had started exprementing on on
his cock, with ripple effect.

Long long ago, he used to mastrubate. Same sensation, he was getting
now.. Only difference was, there was no hand used. Only a muscular, warm,
encasement, working on his cock.

The pleasuring sensation he got, was out of world. Usman had great talent,
at both the ends.

Without getting lost in the sensation, Nazmul kept on going in with his
journey towards the goal.

Now Nazmul was seeking, Usman's mouth. He wanted to kiss him
desperately. He sought out, Usman's lips and pinched them with his lips.

Usman felt, Nazmul's thick and coarse skin, on his silky smooth skin.

This friction on the lips, his stiff and trapped cock getting roller
massage, his pussy getting fucked royally, kept his body boiling.

It was like, going up in a giant wheel. At the peak, he lost control ,on
his body. He orgasmed, this time, with small amount of sperms.

Nazmul's condition was not very different. With his lips tasting soft and
silky lips and cock enjoying, unique anal mastrubation, he too ejaculated
with tremendous force. His whole body shuddered, with the ferocious
intensity, of the orgasm.

First time a sigh escaped from his mouth. He couldn't believe that, boy
wonder, lying under him, was having such a tremendous talent stuffed , at
both the ends. It was truly God's gift.

Nazmul registered there for one hour.

Nazmul got some sense now, about lating boy rest for a while, which was
impossible, Nazmul being there. Reluctantly he detached himself from the
twelve year old boy wonder.

Kissed him good bye and left.

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