We finally stumbled out of the bathroom, still kissing and groping - two hormone-surcharged, giggly schoolboys, with some devilishly evil plan up their horny sleeves, impatient to put it in action.
He threw me down on the bed and immediately climbed over, straddling me... leaning forward and grinning down, "Now, for my birthday gift!" he whispered.
"You just had it!" I quipped with a simper, looking up at him, loving him.
"That was just starters..." he retorted, sitting down, those amazing buns settling over my quickly hardening phallus, warm and heavy... rotating them sensuously, making me groan with renewed lust.
And suddenly we weren't laughing anymore... both silent, both serious, as we stared back at each other... his eyes dark with passion, the pupils dilated... those bloated lips even redder, quivering... and his fiery arousal pressed hard against my belly, hot and rigid...
He was so clean, so fresh… so naked. So gloriously beautiful... with that distinct masculine smell... the youthful musk of arousal... So damningly intoxicating... So deliciously desirable!
I wanted to reach up and pull down his face... bite and suck on those lips... kiss him again and again. Hug him tight, press him to me till we merged into one single entity... Love him like no one had ever loved before... Make wild and passionate love. Give him all that he could ever ask for... pleasure him and thrill him till he was completely satisfied. Make him happy - just make him Very Happy!
For a brief, fleeting moment I felt a sudden pang of nervous fear - I was so new to all this, so 'unaware' of the physical part of love and loving - a novice! Terrified that I'd fail him, disappoint him... betray his expectations. But equally quickly, blinked away the ugly thought.
Love didn't need a 'finishing-school'; nor any training, or experience. It came naturally... on its own, teaching as it unfolded. I may be new and a virgin... but my body would guide me, and my heart would lead. I could never fail simply because I loved him... loved him beyond every possible limit...
Finally, unburdened and unshackled of the past, I became bold... all hesitancy, all inhibitions discarded... all doubts and uncertainties cast aside... Suddenly in charge...
Reaching up I took his face in my hands, pulling him down, kissing him, hungry and furious, both slobbering... wet and obscenely noisy... suddenly our breath short and laboured... both gasping at the amazing sensation flooding our body as we rotated our pelvis... rubbing each other's arousal in shameless wantonness.
I shook with lust, my heart slamming... I wanted to love him, glorify him… worship every single inch of his magnificent body… Do whatever my heart said... do whatever he wanted... let him, and his reactions to my every act guide me...
Rolling him off me, I climbed over... and he let out a groan... his eyes glazing over... those bee-stung lips, impossibly tumid, pouting out... seeking the contact we both desired. Crushing my mouth against his I kissed him once more... licking and sucking and nibbling those bewitching baloops... and he just groaned lustily in response... his arms tight around me, kissing back with a ferocity that was exhilarating.
Leaving those awesome haematic lips, reluctantly, I move across his face... to his eyelids, his nose... his ears and his cleft chin... Working down his neck and across his chest... Sucking on those glorious boy tits - a dark russet - engorged with turgid passion... nuzzling in his lush armpits, my tongue playing in the silky growth... circling and twirling... flitting across... and then moving lower down along his quivering belly... and around his musky groin, ignoring his painfully twitching man-part... tickling his thighs with my tongue... and past his knees... to his feet...
And then up again, all the way... showering him with tiny love bites and little nibbles... quick licks and passionate pecks, making him squirm and thrash... giggling and groaning as he wiggled under me, his hands caressing my head and face... reaching down to grab my buttocks, his fingers digging in.
Drunk with passion... insane in love, I just didn't seem to get enough of him... unwilling to stop, reluctant to relinquish... moving up and down... on and on - my tongue, my mouth and my hands a crazed team of tireless explorers - searching out every little cranny, every fold - touching, kneading and fondling... licking, kissing and nibbling.
I flipped him over and began once more - from the nape of his neck to the sulcal folds of his incredible derrière - working my way down the spine and over the small of his back... to those amazingly bewitching buttocks - so smooth, firm and full-bodied... and yet, so tender and pliant, quivering and flexing under my touch.
My fingers kneading and caressing... as my mouth kissed, licked and nibbled... over and across the twin mounds of prime boy flesh... along the tantalising cleft... and under the gluteal crease... Till the whole area glowed a deep blush, glistening with my saliva; the cheeks flexing and his hips jerking and swaying in response as he moaned away lustily, calling out my name in a guttural whine.
One hand snaked between his parted thighs, reaching under him... touching and caressing his balls, taking them in my palm... petting his maleness... before reaching higher and wrapping my fingers around his hardness... fondling and stroking... his hips lifting off the bed, rocking, as he moved his rampant arousal through my fist, imitating the act of mating... his moans strained...
Rolling him over once more... I looked at him, at his glorious genitals... finally paying attention to his raging manhood...
At long last seeing another man, close-up, for the first time. My heart slamming away as I stared on at his turrical monolith in unadulterated admiration. Remembering with a sudden rush that it was this love for, and fascination with the beauty of the male form and the male genitalia that had first made me aware of my own sexuality... had ensorcelled me... making me crave for male love.
Feasting my eyes on his absolutely stupendous phallus - straight and tall... engorged... the delicate skin - silky smooth and soft - stretched thin, the colour, a delicate flush... Pulsing with a savage intensity. The glans half exposed by the partially retracted foreskin, the colour of claret, ruddy, glistening with the teary dew of leaked passion... The pubic hair dark and silky, a curly mass circling the thick base in perfect symmetry...
And the testicles - large, very large - sagging low in their equally smooth and satiny package... hairless and pink... weighed down, no doubt, by the loaded orchises, bubbling with his unshed teen seed...
Reaching out I curled my fingers around the shaft once more... slowly lifting him up... feeling him flex and twitch in my grip...
I was, finally... after an eon, actually touching and fondling a man, his penis... The pain tore at my heart as I closed my eyes and kissed the tip of his magnificent cock - in love and in gratitude... smelling him, tasting him, and loving him... Slowly, taking him in!
He groaned, his pelvis strutting up... his hands lashing out, grabbing my head... the fingers tightly curled in my hair.
Unaware of the intricacies, or the complexities of love, I just let the saliva flow... gradually taking him deeper... using my tongue and my fingers to guide and to goad...
Time stopped and everything blurred... as my whole being centred between the V of his legs... aware of just his scent, and his heat... and that throbbing hardness in my mouth... Loving and lavishing him with all my heart... letting his moans and his bucking steer me... lead me on.
I became aware of the tensing of his legs as they stretched out... shaken by an irregular spasmodic jerk... and his hips swaying and lurching... the groans a mere throaty whine... his fingers in my hair suddenly frantic... tugging, “Darsh… ah… please…” he hissed, “pleaseeee... uh, I don’t want to cum now… not yet,” shifting his hips, attempting to pull away, take his cock out of adoring mouth.
I lifted my face, looking up across his fluttering abdomen, seeing it flex savagely... and his heaving chest... convulsive in agonised torment.
"Darsh, take me... take me now!" he hissed, his hands pulling me up.
My heart slammed... suddenly nervous... once more assailed by doubts... all my confidence of a moment ago fast evaporating... totally clueless as to what I should be doing... how to go about it. Yes, I had the basic idea, of course... but not exactly sure of the details. Suddenly scared, terrified that I might hurt him in my ignorance... somehow damage him...
Thankfully, Ankur had it all sorted out... quickly rolling away and getting off the bed, picking up his discarded jacket and extracting a slim, bluish squeeze tube.
With a start I realised what it was... And also understood that he had been carrying it the whole day… That he had it all planned... had come prepared!
He got back in bed, and unsnapping the top squeezed out a generous amount of the clear gel onto his palm... reaching under, between his legs, applying the lubricant...
I felt an involuntary shudder as I watched him... mesmerised...
He took some more of the clear liquid... and getting between my thighs slathered it along the entire throbbing length of my penis... squeezing a glob directly onto the tip... before climbing over me... squatting... Holding me in a firm grip, steady... as he guided me between his ass cheeks... to that tiny opening...
He paused for a moment and then with little squirms, and snappy jerks, slowly... ever so slowly worked the bloated tip in... gradually impaling himself!
I gripped the pillow and stared back at him... barely breathing - my lungs inflating and collapsing in short bursts - my whole body wracked by an uncontrollable shudder, from head to foot. Transfixed as I watched his flushed face... His eyes tightly shut... the nostril flared... and those lips, those haematic lips... slightly parted over the clenched teeth, swollen with arousal... redder. Seeing the beads of perspiration break out over his agonised brows... So ravishingly beautiful in his passion!
I could sense the snap of the tight ring... and the gradual embrace of heat as it surrounded me, covering more and more of my length... slowly travelling lower... torturously suffocating...
He had me half way in when he slumped forward, over me, his face buried in my shoulder, panting...
We lay that way, joined... silent and still... till finally Ankur moved... gently swaying and rocking his hips... back and forth... and I perceived the slight change in the tensity of the passage - now suddenly slicker... more accommodating... the violent contractions much subsided... and the grip less fierce.
Ankur raised himself slightly and then abruptly, with a tremendous power, slammed down, sucking me into that torrid cavity... taking me in completely... right down to the very root!
I let out a groan as my arms wrapped around his shoulder, hugging him... my legs taut as they stretched out...
He paused once more, holding still and then passing his arms under me, rolled us over... wrapping his long legs around my waist... fluttering his eyes open to look up at me, into my eyes, "Darsh, you're the first man..." he whispered with a strained smile, before closing his eyes and hugging me tight...
I moaned, burying my face in his shoulder... my hips suddenly alive as it began to gently rise and fall in the ancient ritual of mating...
Both groaning as we floated away on the wings of ecstasy...