Jon had spotted him, Arjun, the very first day he had moved into the service apartment just a short week after moving into the country. The youth (valet and odd-jobs handyman) had caught his eyes, and his imagination, from that very first moment... And with each passing day the intensity had grown and grown, till now, after nearly a month, it had become an unbearable compulsion - an obsession - making him seek out the boy each morning, and each evening, discreetly eyeing him whenever he spotted him. Feeling that same familiar shudder, that well-known longing - intense attraction mixed with apprehension - that he experienced whenever he came across those boys...

Moderately tall at 5'8", Arjun was handsome in an earthy sort of way, with sharp, chiseled features and large, dark eyes. Just past his teens, the boy was solidly built - large-boned and stocky - and packed with powerful, sinewy muscles that seemed to twitch with unrestrained energy under the smooth, dusky skin. Virile and macho, the boy had that indescribable something, that indefinable sensual aura that had always fascinated Jon - seeming to exude a raw sexuality that was purely animal - fatally fascinating, irresistibly enticing... yet, so very unnerving!

Carefully maneuvering and then parking in his allotted space, Jon got out and locked the car, sneaking a surreptitious glance at the boy through the corner of his eyes... noting, with a racing pulse, that the boy too was watching him - not slyly, like him, but openly - the hooded eyes directly on him, observing him, his every act.

Jon had noticed that look earlier too - that direct, lingering gaze whenever he crossed the youth's path - morning or evening - as Arjun stood waiting near the entrance foyer, ready to drive out or park a resident's car... or vacuumed the lobby, or the foyer on his floor... or polished the brass and the banister... Each time acknowledging Jon's presence with a smart, formal greeting... and a subtle smile - a smile that to Jon seemed laced with its hint of recognition - a knowing smile.

It never failed to make his heart flutter, and his pulse race, as a tingle ran down his spine. But it also made him peculiarly restive... And right now in the basement parking lot, close to midnight, that silent form observing him from the darkness was making him even more edgy. Making his heart slam in anxious nervousness, and his knees, oddly weak...

Quickly turning away, Jon strode towards the bank of elevators and pressed the button, desperately praying that the elevator would arrive soon and get him out of the basement. And as he waited, he heard a slight noise - the scrunch of sole on concrete - and was sorely tempted to turn and look... wanting to see if Arjun was leaving... But controlling the impulse he stood still and with relief saw the elevator doors part like the arms of an old, loving friend, ready to take him in its warm embrace and carry him away from that basement... away from Arjun.

Getting in, Jon pressed his floor button, impatiently tapping the door-close button and let out a nervous sigh as the doors began to close. They had nearly closed shut when, with surprise and apprehension, Jon saw a hand slip into the tiny gap between the padded door edges, forcing the doors to pause for a brief moment before sliding back... and with a hint of panic saw the valet enter.

The doors slid shut once more and the journey to the 15th floor began...

"You are late tonight," Arjun said in his curiously stilted English, the words heavily accented, "I've been waiting for you!"

'Huh?!' Jon wondered, briefly looking up at the youth and then quickly looking away - the close confines, the proximity, already unnerving him more than usual.

"Do you plan on anything more than just ogle?" the husky voice asked making Jon freeze as he stood in the corner, eyes glued to the elevator floor.

'Oh my God...' Jon gasped silently before slowly, reluctantly, looking up... seeing the valet and odd-jobs man slumped against the steel wall, observing him with keen eyes, the full lips curled in an impish smile... Desperately wishing that this was a horrible nightmare... that he wasn't actually in the elevator with that boy... wishing that he'd soon wake up - in his own room, in his own bed...

"You didn't answer," Arjun said after a short pause, looking straight into his eye.

"Wh... what do you..." Jon gurgled before trailing off, his eyes furtively looking up at the panel above the elevator door that displayed the floor number... silently groaning as he saw that they were merely on the second floor, with another thirteen to go...

"You know what I mean," the boy replied with a wide grin, straightening up.

"I... I..." Jon stuttered, his face flushed with shame and embarrassment, wishing he could melt into nonexistence... blend into nothingness.

"C'mon, you keep watching me," Arjun answered taking a step closer, "I can see the look in your eyes. So, want to do it?"

Without actually moving Jon seemed to cringe, "I, um, I don't know what you mean," he blurted out in a low voice, feeling the start of an uncontrollable shiver.

"Hey, c'mon, relax," the boy cut in, lifting both hands, palm out, "there's nothing to be ashamed of!" And then letting out a laugh lowered his eyes, adding, "Now, just look at yourself!"

Looking down at himself Jon almost gasped aloud as he noted the flagrant bulge under his well-tailored trouser front... large and distinct... realizing with shock and dismay that without even being consciously aware, he had gotten hard!

"And you still want to deny, huh?!" he heard the husky voice, mirth filled.

And as Jon stood staring down at himself, totally shamed, he saw Arjun's hand reach out and touch him... touch his hardness... caressing the heated tumescence... Strong fingers gently fluttering along the throbbing length, making his cock twitch and flex furiously in response.

"I know what you want," the boy said, almost a whisper, "what you need..." And as he looked up into the boy's dark eyes, the valet added with a wide grin, "I can give it to you."

Jon felt a frisson pass through him; his knees weak and his legs wobbly, feeling all weird, a whole range of confused emotions racing through his mind... and terror... terror of his own self, his long suppressed self that was now finally confronting him in the form of this virile young man... tempting him beyond all possible resistance... He didn't know if he should be outraged at the valet's noisome misdemeanor... his audacious boldness... or... or just give-in and let it happen?!

Well, what was wrong after all? And the boy was right - what was there to be ashamed of?

Yes, he watched boys - no, drooled over them... Had been doing so ever since that stifling summer's afternoon in junior high, fifteen years ago... the afternoon he had stumbled upon Skip and Kevin...

Skip - his best buddy, quiet and sober; and Kevin - star athlete and most popular guy in school, ruggedly handsome and captain of the football team...

Sitting at home and with nothing to do Jon had gone over to Skip's. It was late afternoon, and the house seemed weirdly silent as he knocked on the kitchen door. He knew Skip's parents were at work, but Skip should be home... and as he pushed against the screen door, it opened!

Calling out he entered the house, but only silence greeted him... and that's when he heard the squeak... faint but regular... making him wonder as he tip toed out into the hallway. The sound seemed to be coming from the upper floor and knowing that it might be wrong, Jon had still gone ahead, stealthily walking up the stairs on silent feet... following the noise, going down the passage right up to Skip's room... the sound now louder... joined in by other sounds - whimpers and groans...

And as he stood before the open doorway, he saw the two pairs of legs on the rumpled bed... widely spread - one pair atop of the other... instantly recognizing the lower pair of legs by that distinctive mole on the ankle... Skip's left ankle; his eyes widening with disbelief, unblinking as he took in the scene; his heart slamming wildly, as he quickly realized what was happening...

He knew it was wrong; knew that he shouldn't be there... yet he stood frozen, unable to move; his legs rooted to the spot, his eyes fixed between the spread pair of legs... watching that thick, glistening shaft sliding in and out of that fiercely clenched orifice... Seeing the large buttocks quiver and flex as it powered the pistoning cock... Listening to Skip's quivering wail of pleasure with each entry... pleading... pleading for more... and the heavy grunt of contentment as the pubes smacked audibly against the buttocks... the sinewy teen bodies coated with perspiration... glowing with sexual passion.

Both boys grunting and writhing as they indulged in their forbidden act of love... and then the guy on top went berserk - furiously slamming in, the hip a mere blur, uncontrollable as it rose and fell at lightning speed, before grinding in... Cursing, the boy on top held still, his ass cheeks flexing violently in the ultimate throes of consummation... And that's when Jon had, with utter disbelief, recognized the voice - Kevin!

And Jon stood - stunned... totally captivated... bewitched by the sight, the sound, and that distinctive smell... the smell of sex!

That scene... and that sound, remained deeply etched in his mind... playing and replaying ever since... driving him crazy... making him shake and shiver every waking hour... and dream of it each night... Suddenly unable to even look at Kevin without remembering that afternoon... seeing that slimy, glistening thick shaft plowing his best buddy's tight orifice... Flushing as he sensed the rigid heat in his own boxers at the recollection... Wondering how it would feel like to take it in...

Later, all through that summer, he had gone back to Skip's house... slyly sneaking around the back in the desperate hope that he could once more catch the two at it, watch them do it again. And though he had spied Kevin's bike in the backyard on several occasion, the kitchen door unfortunately, and frustratingly, had always been locked! Twice he had even seen the two ride away into the surrounding woods... sure about what they intended to do in the open wilderness... He had been tempted to follow, but he hadn't dared to, afraid that on the lonely path they would have spotted him... would have guessed...

And ever since that day - all through high school, his years at the NYU, and still later while he worked in the big city - he began watching the boys. Boys in their tanks and cut-offs, exposed in all their youthful glory - bulge and all... Boys in their tantalizingly low rise jeans... Watching them pass by with their exaggerated swagger and naughty grins... Boys with perfect bodies and perfect tans, bronzed and handsome, flexing their youthful muscles in self-assured masculinity, boisterous. Boys in the streets - walking, biking, rollerblading; disporting in rambunctious exuberance; or just lounging around the numerous parks as Jon aimlessly walked the Village streets - down Christopher, Bleecker and Hudson.

Silently standing around the subway entrance, or opposite the Oscar Wilde Bookshop... Pausing at the Cage to watch the virile basketball players... or simply sitting and nibbling on his thin, crisp crust fresh pizza at John's Pizzeria... Discreetly watching, as he stood hidden behind the crowds of entertainers, guitar strumming singers, dog walkers and chess players around the central fountain of the Washington Square Park... Watching, just watching those natty young boys - the gay boys - so free, so wild; recusant, and rebellious... bright eyes and mischievous grins... unifying soulful sensuality and potent male bodies with raw masculine power - so alluring... and yet, so intimidating... Tempting and tantalizing... Threatening!

Silently watching... and desiring. Wanting, and dreaming...

And so finally, out of desperation, and a desire to conform to accepted social norms, he had chosen to get himself a 'girlfriend' instead... or rather, allowed Betty to 'take' him on as her boyfriend - dating her... and yes, letting her fuck him!

Well, he would have preferred to just date - go out for movies, dances and dinners - hold hands and maybe, just a chaste good-night kiss; but Betty had other ideas... taking the initiative herself on their fifth date, and he found himself naked and stretched out on her narrow bed... with her straddling him... taking him in... fucking him... And it had been that way ever since!

Well, he liked it, liked the feel - relishing the smooth slid in, the warmth and the stifling clutch... but more than that, he was happy, happy and relieved to have been absolved of his onerous masculine duties and male prerogatives... Happy to just lay there as she wiggled her mammoth tits in his face, stuffing the engorged nipples into his mouth, intoxicated in her own pleasure... Smothering his cock in the capacious embrace of her boobs... forcing blood into those tiny capillaries... making him grow hard. Kissing, licking and sucking him before finally straddling him and riding away to glory... While he just lay with eyes closed, imagining... imagining about Kevin... and that thick, big cock... picturing that glistening shaft ravaging his virgin innards... wondering how it would feel... wishing for it...

Oh, how he'd have loved to be where Skip had been... feel that rigid hardness enter him... fill him... gratify him. Yet, somehow never managing to muster up enough courage to allow it to happen; unable to let himself be swept by the tide of maddening desire, let go and indulge. Continuing instead to just eyeing those young boys he saw each day... the boys from the Village... but deliberately avoiding the knowing glances, taking flight at the slightest hint of acknowledgment... swiftly scurrying away whenever he was met with an inviting smile... Never bold enough, never daring!

But now, being here, in this alien land so far away from home, couldn't he just let go for once and give up to his gay desires? Get fucked just this once? What was there to stop him? Besides, he'd be gone in another five months, back home, and no one would even find out...

The slight shudder of the elevator as it came to a stop brought Jon back to the present.

"Your floor, sir," he heard Arjun announce, the voice low and husky. "Shall we?" the boy asked as the doors slid open, before quickly adding, as if reading Jon's thoughts, and doubts, "And being Friday, no one is back yet," he smiled, "no one need to know. No one will know!"

"Want to take a shower first?" he heard the valet ask walking in close, their bodies almost touching, before adding with a crooked grin, "or maybe we could take it later, together..."

Jon turned and stared back at the boy, his pale blue eyes dilated with arousal, and apprehension. Desire and fear...

Arjun reached out and traced Jon's jaw-line, from ear to chin, smiling up at the nervous man.

Well, Arjun had the benefit of having met (and bedded) many a shy and bashful individuals; and seeing Jon now, sensing his arrière pensée, he knew he had another unsure and timid man on his hands. Well, he could handle him... knew how to handle him! In fact, he enjoyed the coy guys even more than the bolder ones... There was fun if one of the participants was timid and reluctant, tremendous fun in the slow game of seduction... of gentle persuasion. The consummation, when it finally came, was much more delectable, more rewarding!

Arjun had enjoyed the game ever since that first time, when he had enticed, coaxed and finally induced the awkwardly self-conscious and timid eighteen year old son of his father's employer...

His father worked at the man's sprawling country mansion as the head gardener, and insisted on taking Arjun along during Sundays and holidays, to help out and learn the trade, as he put it.

At fifteen, his body flooded with the freshly unleashed hormones, Arjun had suddenly grown up into a handsome, strapping country lad... his loins constantly smoldering with the fire of desire, desperate to try out the freshly enlarged equipment between his legs; calm the raging flames of passion. And there had been sufficient opportunities available... He had already noticed the glances he received from both men and women; especially the men - young and not so young... Some even befriending him, tousling his hair playfully and patting his cheek, as they offered to take him to town for a movie, or a treat... passing their arms around his shoulders and hugging him. It thrilled, and fascinated him, and he could easily sense the real purpose behind all those friendly banter... each time giggling coquettishly in reply as he nodded, "Sure, I'll ask my dad...", sending the men scurrying away in a hurry!

He wasn't even remotely keen on those country bumpkins and village louts... His interest lay in the city guys - guys with education and tastes... Guys who had style, and class... Guys who took good care of themselves... Arjun had his sight set!

That summer, when the owner of the mansion came home for a quiet vacation (as they did every summer), Arjun became aware of the young son. Slim and slender, the eighteen year old boy was a quiet and reclusive young teen, given to spending hours with his books sitting under the shaded veranda, or in the outhouse, lost in his own happy world. But that summer Arjun noted a change - the boy suddenly appeared less inclined in his books... and more in, well... Arjun caught him hovering wherever he was working - be it the front lawn, the flower beds, the vegetable patch or the garden shed - hidden discreetly behind trees and shrubs and hedges... watching. And each time Arjun turned to look, the boy ducked!

Arjun quickly caught on. He smiled to himself, well, this was his chance... and a slow game began.

The garden workmen (and some of the household staff) usually left around dusk each day... but Arjun began to stay back later than usual, thrilling his father with his sudden interest in gardening... 'There's still hope for that boy,' the old man thought with pride and joy as he watched his son fuss around in the nursery, or the vegetable patch... or the tool shed, cleaning up the tools and implements! But Arjun's interests lay elsewhere, and he remained ever alert, keeping a sharp eye for the master's son. And sure enough, he was invariably lurking close by - behind the nearest tree, or the highest hedge... sidling as close as he could get, watching the young servant... and Arjun led him on a merry dance, a small step a day...

Once Arjun was sure that all the men had left, he headed straight for the tool shed at the far end of the back garden, took off his work shirt and pranced around in the small yard, acting busy... He knew the teen was nearby; watching... and he had his game plan ready! By the third day he was stripping down to his shorts, washing up at the tap behind the tool shed, giving the boy an eye full of bare flesh.

And then a week later, as the workmen left for the day, Arjun led the boy behind the tool shed once more... he was ready for the final act.

The family was visiting friends in a neighboring village, and the teen had remained home (as he usually did). Arjun walked behind the tool shed, stripped completely naked, and began to wash himself... his shoulders, arms and back... scrubbing between his legs with deliberate care... lifting up his low dangling balls to reach under... Within seconds he heard the rustle, and the labored breathing. He gave the older teen a few more minutes and then suddenly spinning around darted towards the hedge where the kid sat hidden, grabbing him...

Naked and dripping, and his bare pubes practically shoved into the horrified boy's scarlet face, he smiled down at the trembling teen, hauling him up... The poor boy, scared and on the verge of tears, could only whine as the young gardener reached out for his tented teen crotch and squeezed the aroused genitals... and then, without a word led him into the tool shed, shutting the door behind them...

Thrown across an old wooden crate, and his pale ass sticking out high, Arjun de-virginated his master's young son with loving care... using tool grease to ease the breaching of the tight city-boy orifice...

Oh, what a glorious summer that was - a summer to remember!

The boy was insatiable, begging for more as he offered his slender, city-bred body - mouth and ass - to be used, and abused as the gardener boy pleased; his eyes pleading, as his frantic hands and mouth slavered over the naked teen body. And Arjun was most willing - for over two months he fucked the boy in every conceivable way in the tool shed, in the fields beyond the village, and even in the boy's own bed... leaving him whimpering and overflowing with fresh country teen spunk!

Once out of high school, Arjun moved to the big city, and it was like stepping into Paradise - a veritable treasure trove of desirable and well-heeled city dudes - his type of men! The city was teeming with cute colleges teens, and hot young executives desperate for his kind of rugged, virile country boys, and he attracted the same kind of attention here too. He quickly picked up the nuances of city life, and was soon meeting up and pleasuring men... Along the way, while doing a series of odd jobs (mostly as gardener and guard - where he also picked up some basic plumbing and electrical skills), he learnt driving. And that was it - within a year he landed himself a handyman's job at a business establishment, and then ended up at the service apartment - as valet and odd-jobs handyman - doing his regular duties... and even servicing a few willing residents!

And then Jon moved in...

Almost instantly Arjun recognized that tortured, tormented, and hungry gaze. He liked the man, liked everything about him... especially those pale-blue, scared eyes... and he was suddenly confident that he'd score!

Caressing Jon's face with the back of his right hand, Arjun looked up into the man's eyes, the full lips curled in a smile as he saw the fear there... and the desire. Lifting up on his toes he kissed Jon's quivering, open mouth... licking the parted lips... slipping in his tongue... giggling as he heard the gasp. His left hand fluttered over the man's heaving chest... and traveled lower, back between Jon's legs... rubbing his palm over the desperate lump... fondling and squeezing it lovingly, before reaching behind and patting the buttocks.

Arjun pulled away and stepped back, and then smiling up at Jon, began to undress with slow, seductive gyrations of his hips... Tugging off and flinging away his t-shirt... running his hands across the firm pecs... and flat belly... unbuckling the belt, before undoing the single button and pulling down the zipper. He pirouetted on his toes and thrust his ass out at Jon... his palms covering the amazingly full and firm twin globes... patting them invitingly... And suddenly he was working the jeans off his hips... sliding them lower... past his powerful thighs... letting them drop. He stepped out of them and turned around once more... pausing for a moment as he looked up at Jon, his lips curled in a devilish smile, his gaze fixed on the man's flushed face... observing the flared nostrils, the glazed eyes staring back at him... the glistening tongue tip desperately swiping across the parted lips, moistening them... slavering with anticipation, desperate to see the boy naked... desperate to finally indulge in his secret passion.

Arjun grabbed the bulging front of his briefs and squeezed the package, silently laughing as Jon let out a low whimper... And then with a flourish he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of the brief and in one fluid motion shoved them down, bending as he stepped out of them and flung them across the room... Standing up straight in front of Jon's bulging eyes... finally bare... buck naked... displaying his youthful wares with that self-assured, almost arrogant confidence, which Jon so admired, yet totally lacked.

"Like it?" Arjun asked thrusting his hips forward.

Jon just stared on... totally unashamed... completely bewitched!

The boy was magnificent - even more alluring, and beautiful, with his clothes off... sinfully tempting! Smooth and toned, he seemed sculpted to perfection... But Jon's hungry gaze was riveted to the spot between the boy's legs... staring in shameless admiration at the turgid phallus - it wasn't enormous or huge - just about average length... but... Jon gulped... it was thick... absolutely, grotesquely thick!

Arjun took himself and began to slowly stroke... running his fingers up and down the pulsating length... pulling back the foreskin to expose the taut and glistening crown... and then rolling it back over the bloated, reddened head... turning his hips first right, and then left... displaying himself, flaunting the capacious thickness. Obviously proud of his body, and his cock... "You ready to take it in, huh?" he asked with a wide grin.

Jon could barely remain standing... His legs trembled and his knees were wobbly. He was shaking all over... he felt choked... his head buzzed...

Arjun walked over to where Jon stood, still wide-eyed and slack jawed, still shivering. "Want me to undress you, huh?" he asked fondling the obscene bulge between Jon's thighs through the pants.

"I... I... um, I've... I've never done... done it before..." Jon blurted out, lowering his eyes, his face burning with shame.

Instantly Arjun paused, his eyebrows high in surprised wonderment as he looked up into Jon's eyes, "A virgin..." he exclaimed in a low whisper, smiling slightly.

He was all tender now - the eyes soft and the touch gentle... the voice soothing as he whispered sweet endearments, slowly leading Jon, one tiny step at a time. He loosened and removed the tie, before slowly undoing the shirt buttons and slipping it off Jon's shoulders. Caressing the tingling flesh as it got exposed... running his hands across the bare chest... circling and then gently tweaking the erect nipples...

He leaned closer, rapidly flicking his tongue over the pointed nubs... slavering the burning flesh with the soothing touch of his moist tongue... Working his way lower... and lower, his hands around Jon's waist.

Arjun dropped down on his haunches, the tongue leaving a moist trail down the quivering belly, circling and then wiggling in the deep indentation of Jon's navel... the fingers slowly undoing the belt... and opening the button... before lowering the zipper...

Jon shivered and closed his eyes - No, he wouldn't stop the boy... he had denied himself for too long... not anymore!

Arjun worked the trousers off Jon's hips and slowly slid them down... and then reaching up, hooked his fingers in the waistband of the tented boxers, tugging them down... baring Jon... setting his spring-loaded cock free to wave like a demented semaphore in front of his face.

Jon felt a shudder pass through him and let out a deep groan, his hands reaching out to grab the young man's shoulders for support. There was neither shame, nor any restraint now - he was simply in the grip of a maddening desire - a desire that he had kept suppressed for ages. Now, desperate to finally take the place of Skip... feel the weight of another man on top of him... feel a rigid cock enter of him... Finally cry and beg, weep and plead, the way he had heard Skip do that summer's afternoon...

He lowed as Arjun reached up and took him in his hand, wrapping his fingers around the throbbing, pulsating column of flesh... softly squeezing and stroking it... smearing the drooling precum with his thumb all over the tingling crown... His other hand reached lower, between Jon's legs and gathered up the tightly knotted scrotum, hefting it in his palm and gently squeezing the balls.

"It's beautiful..." the boy whispered, lightly flicking his tongue tip across the taut glans.

Releasing Jon's genitals Arjun stood up and cupping his face kissed him on his mouth... And this time Jon responded, kissing back as he moaned into the valet's mouth, sucking in the probing tongue, his arms tight around the boy's broad shoulders... clinging on.

The silent room soon echoed with the harsh breathing of the two men as Arjun slowly, carefully maneuvered Jon towards the bed... breaking the kiss to sit him down. "You want to fuck me..." he asked with a smile, and when Jon didn't respond, added "or, would you like me to fuck you?"

Jon gulped, and then looking up into the valet's eyes, simply nodded.

Arjun let out a small laugh and climbed in, his mouth once more seeking out Jon's... the familiar tongue once more slipping in as he lay him down... arms holding each other in a tight embrace... aroused genitals lustily rubbing against each other.

Pulling away his mouth Arjun moved back to Jon's chest, slurping his way towards the turgid tits... swirling his tongue around the taut areolas... sucking on the erect nipples. Gently gripping them between his teeth and lashing them with his tongue... making Jon heave up his chest and groan out in lust... his hands, for the first time, moving between the boy's legs... seeking him out... touching him... feeling him... wrapping curious fingers around the thick, turgid shaft, as if measuring the girth, reassuring himself of the possibilities... Caressing and stroking.

Moving around to give Jon better access, Arjun worked his way lower... his mouth licking and kissing his way back to Jon's pubes... And soon the warm mouth was covering Jon's cock head... slowly drawing him in...

Jon's hips lurched up as he let out a groan... suddenly in the grip of intoxicating lust... The valet slowly sucked him in... taking more and more of that throbbing shaft in his mouth... playing his tongue over and around the twitching surface... taking him deeper, until Jon was gasping for air, feeling the tight clutch of the boy's throat... It seemed like the valet had swallowed him completely!

With his nose buried in Jon's lush pubes, Arjun was doing all sorts of wonderfully incredible things to the cock... seeming to suck out his very essence through that madly flexing column... Making him lurch and groan... driving him out of his raving mind!

Jon reached out and grabbed the bobbing head... stroking and caressing another man's head, face and neck for the first time in his life, and loving it. Grabbing fistful of the boy's hair, Jon pushed his face deeper into his groin, babbling incoherently... realizing with a start that no one, absolutely no one but only another man, could really know how to give head! And Betty was even nowhere close to what Arjun was arousing in his loins...

He was shivering... he was shaking... sensing the start of the frenzied flexing in his gut. His toes curling and uncurling... as his cock flexed in preparation... close... on the verge... And it amazed him... He never could have imagined that he could cum this soon... this quickly!

He wanted release, he wanted to cum... and yet, he didn't want the moment to end... He called out Arjun's name... his voice a quivering screech... tugging at his hair while shoving his cock deeper at the same moment... and suddenly the mouth was gone!

He blinked his eyes open and looked up into the grinning face of the valet hunched over him, "Roll over," the boy commanded, hands on his hip and shoulder, turning him around, "and keep your legs closed."

Jon lay still, his heart slamming away, suddenly acutely aware of the moment... suddenly conscious of the fact that his long wait was finally about to end...

His rigid cock pressed hard into the mattress, Jon waited, holding his breath... He felt Arjun get off the bed and heard his footsteps move away, followed by the sounds of clothes being ruffled... He froze...Was the boy leaving? Was he disappointed with Jon... or was this simply his game - bring the man to the verge and then retreat? Jon was horrified... tempted to look up, back over his shoulders... but also scared to do so. Afraid that if he saw Arjun pulling on his clothes, he'd be no longer able to control himself... He'd fall at the boy's feet and beg to be fucked. But wait... he heard the footsteps return, back to the bed and soon felt Arjun climb in...

"Relax," the boy whispered close to his ears and Jon felt the strong fingers on his ass cheeks... caressing, kneading and massaging the twin globes, "I need to get you ready..." And then he was tugging the cheeks apart... reaching in... touching him in the most agonizingly intimate way... Making Jon shiver with anticipation as he felt the soothing caress of the cool air of the room reach in and touch him down there... along with the fingers.

The hand withdrew and Jon heard the faint sound of a cap being undone and then felt something cold and moist being slapped between his buttocks... Slimy fingers sliding into the crack once more... smearing him with it... coating him... working the lube in... The voice soothing, whispering encouragement as he kissed and nibbled his ear lobes and neck... The hands continuing to softly knead and massage the buttocks... a strong finger back into the crevice... sliding along the cleft... nudging at the clenched orifice each time it passed over it...

Finally Arjun rolled over and mounted Jon, covering him - chest to back, groin over quivering buttocks... thighs pressed over his - and that burning, rigid slab of thick flesh wedged between his cheeks...

Arjun moved... and so did Jon... the stiff cock sliding smoothly along the cleft of his buttocks... up and down... up and down... Jon felt a hand slide in between them and felt Arjun's pelvis lift off... and then the hot tip of the valet's cock was gliding in, between the slippery cheeks... carefully guided to his tiny opening... nudging at his anus... "You're my first virgin adult," he heard Arjun whisper into his ears and gripped the pillow.

Jon winced as Arjun applied pressure, slow but relentless pressure... prodding his anus, coaxing the tiny mouth with the cock tip... hips rising and falling, beating a regular, determined beat - gentle, yet strong...

Jon wanted to spread his legs wide... open up his ass... but Arjun's powerful thighs restrained him, held his legs in place, closed... And the pressure mounted... insistent... and with a gasp Jon felt the fluttering of his tormented orifice...

It was a weird sensation, totally indefinable - like in a dream... he felt the delicate lips pout out and then part before the persistent demand of the boy's phallus... stretching wide to admit the fat intruder... the rigid heat gradually slipping in... filling him... making him groan involuntarily as his hips bucked in response, his ass lifting off the bed... his thighs straining against Arjun's in a desperate attempt to part.

With short, sharp and deliberate jabs, the boy gradually opened him up, feeding him more and more of that immensely thick shaft... going further in... sliding higher... making Jon gasp for air like a drowning man. It was relentless... encroaching further as it straightened the convoluted curves and delved deeper. And then, suddenly, he felt Arjun's bush tickle his buns... He was taken!

He felt stuffed... felt bloated... This was it... God, this was it! Jon was full... finally complete for the first time in his life! He bit down on his lower lip to strangle the cry that rose from the depth of his soul and lifted his ass in total submission... ridding himself of all past shackles and finally enjoying the feeling!

Arjun gave him a minute to adjust and then began to move - drawing back... tugging at his gut... and then pushing in - plunging the lethal lance back into him with a gut-wrenching ferocity. The valet meant business now, gradually speeding up, slamming into Jon with a speed and power that was mind-boggling, and yet so damned exhilarating. Throwing back his head Jon let out a wail, pushing back at Arjun - slam for slam - lost in the tremendous arousal coursing through his body...

The boy shifted slightly... lifted higher... and now he was hitting something - something deep in Jon's belly... repeatedly hitting it, driving him out of his mind! It was an incredible sensation -- intense and numbing - wracking his whole body... growing and radiating... filling him, overwhelming him...

Burying his face in the pillow, Jon gasped and groaned... the heavy, guttural grunts punctuated at regular intervals by the sharp trill of sheer bliss... both rocking in tandem... on and on... soaring higher... till suddenly Jon went stiff... his whole world exploding in a kaleidoscope of brilliant colors... and then going black...

Slowly he came around... and the first thing he sensed was that feeling - it was still there... still intense... but less urgent... and... the bedsheet under him was wet and sticky... clinging to his torso as he moved... And that smell... that strong smell of sex... Gradually he also became aware of Arjun - the boy was still working his hips... still ravishing his dilated ass hole with that formidable tool... the hunches now furious... And the boy was making all sorts of funny sounds... his hands clutching Jon's shoulders in a tight grip...

The valet shoved in and held still... But Jon could feel the frantic flexing of the penis deep in his belly... feel each pulse... and also feel the fiery heat flooding him... and he lifted his ass up to capture that warmth... receive the spurting milt. He felt a tremendous sense of satisfaction, and wallowed in the knowledge that he was the recipient of the virile young man's ultimate oblation of love... That he had caused the young stud to climax and expend his seed.

Jon was finally complete!

"You want more, huh?" Arjun laughed, and then gripping his limp cock wagged it at Jon, "Relax, let me catch my breath first!" and then with a nod added, "You can have it any time you want, as much as you want. Now, make me hard and I'll do you again!"

Jon needed no further invitation... scrambling between the boy's spread thighs, he lowered his face, taking to cock sucking the way babies take to pacifiers, slurping away... loving the feel of the warm flesh in his mouth... Savoring the musky, masculine smell of it... the smell of expended semen... thoroughly enjoying the chore of getting the boy hard. And once he had accomplished the task, Arjun kept his promise and fucked him... In fact, he fucked Jon twice more before the light of dawn forced them apart...

But then, Jon wasn't worried, or sorry any more - he knew it now... and he also knew that the next five months would be sheer heaven for him...