Date: Thu, 6 Jul 2006 06:09:16 EDT From: theindigoindian@hotmail.com Subject: The Awakening The Awakening By Indigo Indian Sept 2005 (Theindigoindian@hotmail.com) This story was first published in the stories section of "Johnnie Proudly Presents" in late 2005. The usual disclaimers apply. You already know this is a site for stories of a sexual nature between males. If you're here and you shouldn't be; cop out now. Copyright is retained by the author. Comments and flames cheerfully accepted The excitement was making his lips quiver and the whole of his body felt as though it was constantly on the verge of a shivering fit. The timeless game of wrestling had stepped into the shadows as Mike and he spent more and more time concentrating on grabbing each other's tools and jewels. No consensus, in fact, no words at all had been exchanged. Both had moved into the realm of sex play without the need for words or agreements and so the game had changed from WWF to DBB; dick, balls and bum. All moves and holds were now concentrated there. The gigglings and the snortings had stopped at an early stage as it moved from a game to something with 'serious' written in it's heart. As far as Rakesh was concerned, it wasn't about winning, for as they 'wrestled' a secret longing had emerged from some secret place inside himself to have Mike put his hands on Rakesh's cock and keep them there. He'd never felt this before even though he'd had feelings causing him to question his sexual direction, they'd never been so strong before. At thirteen going on fourteen it didn't seem important. While he made sure he lost a lot he was still afraid to be caught losing in case Mike recognised his plan. He was pulled in two directions because he was also enjoying the winning. Neither of them was worried about being interrupted. Mike's parents were out for at least another three hours and the two boys had been given strict instructions to be in bed before they got back Both of them were sweating from their exertions but Mike, slightly the bigger of the two, knew how to use his weight to advantage causing Rakesh to work harder. He had never done anything like this particular brand of wrestling before but, of late, his thoughts and dreams had been about laying his naked body against Rakesh's. His cock was ever ready to respond to his imaginings and demanded a dishonourable discharge at least twice every day. Fear of disclosure had stopped any real activity before now and the game had progressed under unwritten rules, only extending the boundaries stage by stage as each boy understood the acceptance by the other of the new level. 'Stop!' blurted Rakesh holding up one warding hand. 'Hang on a 'mo. I'm roasting'. Mike soundlessly eased his frame up off Rakesh whose handsome brown face was now a ruddy orange. Rakesh sat up and pulled off his t- shirt, now stained with sweat. As it lifted over his head, Mike eyeballed the Indian boy's armpits but couldn't detect any hairs. He loved to look at his mate's dusky brown skin and the few times that chance had brought it about, the feel of his arm draped across his friend's naked, warm shoulders; rubbing on the tiny hairs at the nape of the neck, had inflamed other parts of him. 'I'm burning up too!' said Mike as he copied his pal's actions. Rakesh hesitated a moment, afraid of being thought 'uncool', but he was hot everywhere, and his jeans were made of pretty heavy material. 'Sod it', he thought flipping the steel button open and pulling the zip down even as he was standing up to drop them to the floor. Mike felt a shiver of excitement go through him as his own discarded T-shirt cleared his head giving him an eyeful of Rakesh standing before him in only his white M&S Y-fronts and socks. Mike checked out Rakesh's bulge and could see the curved outline of cock, hanging down but slightly off the vertical, and the swollen pouch of the pubescent ball-bag through the soft material but was sure there was no erection there now. There had been. A couple of times his hand had closed around a solid column causing a gasp from his mate before the inevitable counterattack. His own hard-on had been grabbed briefly on occasion too, Rakesh's hand squeezing even as it grabbed sending a new thrill of sensation through Mike's body. Both were careful not to hurt the other in this non-game. Mike was doubly afraid; afraid to be 'chicken' and not take off his own 501's and afraid if he did, the wet spot would be spotted. With a sigh he again copied his friend and stood to shuck his 'keks'. Rakesh saw the large wet spot straight away on the front of his friend's dark grey boxers, up near the top button of the fly. While chuckling inside and thrilled at his discovery, he held his peace as he pulled off first one sock and then the other. 'Are you gettin' naked?' Mike said softly, hope in his voice. 'Naw, replied Rakesh, 'Just too hot and if we're gonna keep playin' I gotta do somethin' to be cool. 'Sides, this is how wrestlers dress'. Mike reached down and hopped first on one leg, and then the other as his jeans cleared his feet. He repeated the action to pull off his damp socks, throwing them onto the sofa and then stood just in his boxers, still breathing heavily. 'Wanna take a break 'n grab a drink?' Rakesh said from his place on the living room floor. 'No way Man!' Mike shouted, 'I'm set to pull your knob right off right now! And I'm gonna have those undies off too' Rakesh squealed with laughter, covering his crotch and rolling into a ball on his side, his body convulsing. It was his open, laughing face that had first drawn Mike to become his friend in the first place. That and the smooth brown skin Mike saw in the changing rooms when getting ready for that first cross-country run of the new term. Mike dived down on top of his vulnerable friend thrusting a hand down the waistband of those Y-fronts and grabbing a handful of Rakesh's ass as the game began anew; not wrestling and not sex but something in- between. There was a world of a difference now that the boy's bodies were almost naked. Slippery white flesh slid on slippery brown flesh and their senses were heightened. Rakesh realised for the first time that his nipples were sensitive to touch as they erected from Mikes chest rubbing and sliding on his. On the first successful cock snatch, Mike found that Rakesh's dick was already more than halfway erect. That knowledge, plus the feel of his friend through the soft cotton material gave Mike an instant hard-on. Rakesh found it with his hand a moment or so later and, as Mike gave way released it only to grab it again, in the flesh, by thrusting the same hand through the open fly of Mike's boxers. It was a planned move but Rakesh had not expected it to be so successful. Mike froze at the feel of the hot hand enclosing him. Rakesh froze, still holding, and a point of no return had been reached. In the middle of the freeze, Rakesh felt Mike's cock pulse in his hand as he squeezed gently. 'Right, now you've had it', said Mike as he launched himself on top of the grunting Rakesh whose two hands were now needed to hold off the heavy body on top. As Rakesh's hands gave way under Mike's weight, Mike slipped slightly to one side and slid one hand directly into those soft Y-fronts, feeling the pubes as his fingers closed around the soft silken sheath housing the rigid column of flesh that was his friend's erection. Both froze once again. For both of them, it was as though time stood still and the game was ignored. Mike could feel the pounding of his own heart even as he felt the heart pulse in his friend's cock. For Rakesh, everything had suddenly taken on a dreamy aspect. The world had gone into slow motion. He made no attempt at counterattack and simply let both of his hands fall out to the side as he closed his eyes enjoying this, the first ever hand on his hard dick other than his own. The amazing sensations he was enjoying made him brave enough to say, 'Shit, that feels so good, I don't want it to stop: ever'. Mike had sensed too that the game was over, had served its purpose and the words from his friend gave him the green light to proceed, knowing there would be no 'telling'. He slowly pulled up and then down on the skin of his friend's cock a few times as he shifted his weight off Rakesh who lay unmoving. Mike then levered himself semi-upright with his free hand, simultaneously pushing back the Y- fronts with the back of his engaged hand so that Rakesh's hard tool was revealed lying just proud of his belly with it's puckered tip pointing directly at the brown boy's belly button. Mike had never managed to see it before, soft or hard, and was impressed by his pal's equipment. As Mike released it for a moment in order to push the Y-fronts further down, he looked down on a penis the equal of his own. Rakesh's cock was different in that it was in shades of brown and had lots of loose skin gathered at its tip. It was oval in cross- section and wider at the base than at the end. The underside of its head and its inverted-Y were faintly visible beneath the foreskin. Mike's hand moved onto it again fully enclosing, enjoying the excited heat given off and then slid back the skin so that the pinkish tip exposed itself to air, a glistening teardrop in its eye telling of Rakesh's excitement and pleasure. Mike desperately wanted to reach down with his tongue and gather up the pearl but was afraid it would be a step too far. His eyes moved up to the Indian boy's face as he said, huskily, 'Enjoying?' He was incapable of other words as his mouth was so dry his tongue was sticking to its roof. 'Mmmmmh', replied his friend, 'Don't stop now, keep moving it like that'. Mike managed to gather some spit separating his tongue from his palate to continue, 'Can I pull right back? Will it hurt?' 'Mmm - yeah, but only if you pull it back too far. Try! I'll tell you when to stop, then you'll know'. Mike's hand slowly eased back the foreskin, the slick, wet, pinky-grey head appearing as if by magic. As the skin gathered on the ridge of the crown, Rakesh gasped, 'Ok! Stop there!' Upon the command, Mike's hand moved forward again rolling the membrane so that it slid across the cock-head. His hand took up an independent motion, repeating the forward and back action, enjoying the response from Rakesh as the Indian boy's knob swelled and throbbed again and again under his hand. On each upstroke, Mike's fingers bumped gently over the sheathed crown, and his thumb completed a little shimmy on the underside generating a singularly powerful pulse. Rakesh's breath was coming in short gasps now as the sensations crowded in on all of the nerves gathered in his foreskin and around the head and shaft of his tool. A point in the pit of his stomach was trembling and gathering itself for its role of squirting semen from the body. This was immeasurably more exciting than the simple solitary wanking Rakesh had tried for the first time just 8 months previously. It felt as though his whole body was alive, tingling and as though his whole centre of being was caught; held in Mike's hand. Mike's longing to put his lips where his hand grasped, was overwhelming. He was still afraid but Rakesh's responses gave him courage where none had existed before. 'Can I lick it? .. Suck it?' He said, tentatively. Rakesh's eyes opened wide and he looked a little startled as he gazed into Mike's eyes. There was a pause long enough for Mike's heart to start pounding in fear. 'Would you do that?' replied Rakesh, continuing with, 'Yeah, go on', smiling hesitantly through dry lips without waiting for Mike's answer. There was another pause as Mike removed his hand and just looked down, recognising the two different types of pulsing of Rakesh's penis; the repetitive and constant pulse in time with his heartbeat as blood coursed through and the inconsistent but more fulfilling irregular pulse of sexual desire. Rakesh's cock seemed to expand its width by a third each time this occurred. As if in slow motion, Mike reached his head down and the tip his tongue softly connected with the wide root of Rakesh's cock and slid upwards following the path of that bulging tube on the underside of Rakesh's penis. Untrained but instinctively, his fingers grasped that same root and pulled the silky skin backwards even as his tongue steered itself to the leaking eye, pausing to paint two silky circles on the underside of the exposed head before moving up to curl the enlarged pearl of precum onto his waiting lips. Rakesh's balls tightened in response to the curls and Mike's palm, lightly resting on them picked up on the cue. His tongue went back to curl two more circles, pulling the same reaction along with a hiss and an, 'O fuck!' from the brown-skinned boy. Mike decided to cut to the quick and his tongue briefly wet his lips before enclosing the pink head to slide wetly and quickly down Rakesh's shaft, pulling up and then repeating the action two more times without drawing a breath. Rakesh's back arched at these slides. His cock had never felt like this. not just his cock but his balls and that, as yet unidentified point inside him that caused his eyelids to quiver and shake. Mike's lips took another plunge but this time he paused and held still with his mouth fully encasing his friend's equipment, his lips brushing the sparse hairs at its base. He then mouthed at the root of the cock, the back of his throat nuzzling Rakesh's cock-tip. Rakesh could feel the surge building and, as much as he was in Nirvana, he was impatient to touch Mike's body in the same way. 'Hang on a sec', he said, gently pulling Mike's head free of his cock, 'Twist around. Let me have yours'. 'Yeah, Ok.' Said Mike, as he swivelled his body around with all of that nimbleness of evaporating childhood. His body came to rest with his feet pointing past Rakesh's head. Without knowing the name, they had adopted the classic '69' position. As Mike was moving round, Rakesh had swiftly lifted his legs and removed his Y-fronts entirely. His nakedness caused a fresh thrill to surge through his body. In the moving, Mike had missed his chance to see his friend's hole but he knew other opportunities were not too far away. Rakesh hoisted himself up on one elbow and reached his free hand across his naked body to take hold of Mike's cock even as Mike started again on Rakesh with his own hand. The white boy's tool fought back and refused to be pulled from the opening of the boxers. 'Lift up and take these off!' Rakesh said, breathlessly. Mike responded immediately. For some reason, although he was a little body-shy there was no thought or hint of embarrassment as he did a part-roll backwards, scooping his boxers down onto his upraised legs. Rakesh smiled for he had seen the brown orifice that Mike had missed on himself. As Mike's legs came down again, kicking off the boxers as they fell, Mike's long, slender cock waggled from side to side causing Rakesh to giggle. Mike giggled too. Mike again hoisted himself up on one elbow to look down on the smooth brown nakedness of his friend. His breath caught at the sheer beauty of his friend's body. There wasn't an ounce of extra fat anywhere yet the Indian boy was soft and rounded, almost feminine in his lush contours. The jutting, proud cock with its leaking head and dark pouch beneath instantly denied the possibility. Rakesh was seeing Mike's body, especially Mike's cock, for the first time and was transfixed. Mike was built very differently down there to himself. His own balls always seemed to be tight up against his body, but Mike's were hanging down low and Mike's dick was a long tube, white and pinkish verging towards brown-skinned at the end with the cherry-red cock-head half-way out of its encircling sheath. 'Does your skin pull back too?' Rakesh asked, his fingers easily fitting all the way round the tube and squeezing without up or down motion, waiting for the answer. 'Yeah, no probs', said Mike, his body in ecstasy, responding with several pulses at the feel of his friend's hand squeezing. Rakesh pulled back all the way, the glistening cherry head was amazing to him for his own seemed ever to be that pinkish-grey it was now. Mike's cock was also leaking - copiously - and strands of sticky pre-come were suspended from its tip down to a tiny puddle of the stuff on his hairless belly. Rakesh scooped the puddle up with his forefinger and brought it close to his nose, sniffing. As there was little scent about it, he tongued his finger, very tentatively, looking at Mike to see if there was disapproval there, even despite Mike's own oral experimentation. Mike simply smiled as eye contact was made and Rakesh said, 'It tastes just like mine; no difference!' Mike laughed and said, 'Did you think it would? Just 'cause your skin is brown?' Both boys laughed at the idea and then got down to the business 'in-hand'. Rakesh asked Mike, even as his hand enclosed Mike's cock once more, 'Can I suck yours?' His hesitancy was understandable. Both boys were deep into areas of vulnerability and both were frightened still, even at this stage, of being, 'found out' or denounced. 'You can do anything you want.' He said as he lay back, baring his body and his inner self to his friend. 'Ok' said the Indian boy who was desperate also to experiment for the first time and who had no constraints as regards oral sex despite his ethnic background which stated such activity to be 'Gandha' - dirty. He simply reached over and put his lips right at the eye of Mike's willy, sliding down and down and down slowly until the white boy's dick touched the back of his throat, causing him to gag a little. Rakesh realised his lips were never going to reach down to Mike's brownish pubes unless he relaxed some or changed his position, or something! For Mike, who had longed for this moment and wet-dreamed of it often, the sensation was way beyond his fertile imaginings. The hot wetness and the effect of Rakesh's soft lips sliding across the full circumference of the nerve-rich membrane of his sheath was ultimate bliss, almost unbearable. His dreams had come true with a boy he had secretly loved for some time. He almost came instantly and it took all of his control to hold back the urgent need to spill his seed which felt as though it was boiling inside him, desperate to get out. 'Oh boy', he said as Rakesh slid his mouth upward, 'I nearly spunked then, it was so flamin'good'. Rakesh pulled free and smiled at his friend saying, 'I'm glad you didn't. Oh, not because of your spunk in my mouth, but because I don't want to finish too fast.' Mike was thrilled to hear theses words for in his dreams he always came in the unidentified dream-subject's mouth, invariably jetting furiously into his pyjamas - usually as sleep was torn away. Mike pondered the idea of Rakesh's spunk in his own mouth; how would he feel? Would it make him sick? The answer came to him immediately: No way Jose! He already loved this smaller, brown boy, how could a part of him, a substance generated by love-making be 'yukky'. Mike, even with the inexperience of early adolescence, thought of it as love- making rather than sex. In any case, Mike had tasted his own on more than a few occasions and, apart from his initial, 'Yeaggh, shit', had found the taste to be acceptable. The first time he had ever swallowed was when he had been trying, like every schoolboy does who has found his cock to be a thing for pleasure as well as pissing, to see if he could give himself a blowjob. Unlike Prince, The Artist, Mike's lower rib was still in place and he was an inch or two short of the mark. To achieve the unachievable, he had laid down on his bed with his curved back stretching up the wall and his legs bent over his head. It was not the most comfortable position, but the thought of sucking himself dry had given him a terrific hard-on so he had stayed there wanking hard until his spunk jetted out with force, opening his mouth at the last moment in an unplanned affair which resulted in his surging semen plastering his face and tongue with hellish and surprising speed. The swallow was a pure reaction and it was that which brought out the, 'Yeaggh'. Upon reflection, Mike found he had enjoyed the experience and from time to time repeated it. Rakesh hadn't put his mouth back onto Mike, wanting to extend the time of sheer pleasure. He simply held the other boy's dick, squeezing softly and tugging gently at the base of the long member, seeming to examine it. Unlike Rakesh, Mike's dick wasn't any wider at the base but seemed to be an even and circular cross-section over its whole length; a Doric column of hard throbbing muscle and skin topped with a slicked, glistening cherry-red bell. With a hesitant jerk, Rakesh leaned down and, with the rough middle of his tongue, laved the red head, rubbing on the sensitive underside before rotating around the crown. Mike's cock swelled in Rakesh's fingers as he did so, fresh pre-come spilling onto the other boy's tongue, telling the young Asian that the move was successful. Mike lifted up from his full reclining position and elbowed himself into a position to first hold, then latch his mouth onto Rakesh's cock. Without any words, both boys shifted position, each lying on his side and both went into full suck-mode. The time for words was past, previous fears were now buried and both sensed that the other could not last long, each understanding that urgency was now the watchword. Their actions dispelled once and for all the sense that this was a game. With both hands now free, Mike lifted Rakesh's upper leg and bent it at the knee, gazing at last on his friend's hole even as his nose buried itself in the other boy's scrotum. Mike was a natural and was able to absorb the whole of his friend's cock whereas Rakesh would have to learn, over time, how to accommodate the full length of Mike without gagging and sputtering. The learning would be fun. Mike sucked and Rakesh sucked. Rakesh used one free hand to massage the base of Mike's tube while Mike gently explored Rakesh's balls. The urgent need to come was building fast. Rakesh gasped with yet another swirl of Mike's tongue. Mike could hardly stop himself from screaming. Without warning Rakesh suddenly jerked. His body spasmed. His spunk, hot and viscous, spurted lightly but urgently into Mike's mouth. Rakesh cried out, his mouth releasing Mike for just a moment. Then he sucked harder. The action of his mouth and Rakesh's boy fluid tingling his taste buds put Mike almost over the top. He held back and back. All the considerable early-teen muscle power of his sphincter couldn't stop it. He was five or so seconds behind Rakesh. Jetting, his mind-images splintering into a kaleidoscope of emotions and sensations, listening to Rakesh cough as the Indian boy's mouth filled with the richer, creamier spunk of the slightly older boy, Mike could only wonder at the power of this act. Neither moved their mouths off. Both enjoyed the sensation of the weakening pulses of the other. Both enjoyed the fact that their tongues and mouths were coated. For Rakesh, this was the first time he had tasted the stuff. It had never occurred to him to taste his own and there had never been any such event or occasion before. Both became dreamy in the post-ejaculatory sensations. Rakesh marvelled at the continued hardness in his mouth while Mike was gently tonguing the softening but bulky column his mouth contained. For both, it was a dream come true, an awaking to that heady combination of love and lust. The awakening was just a precursor.