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Sunday, 30 August, 2020      

🍁  "The next five days you're mine..." Aakash said softly looking down at Gunjan as they stood a little distance away from the group waiting to board the bus, passing his arm around the boy's delicate shoulders and pulling him close.

For some unknown reason the words thrilled Gunjan, and he felt a shudder of excitement course down his spine as he looked up, wide-eyed, at Aakash, his stunningly handsome, effervescent seventeen-year-old highschool senior -- chain-smoking, uber-cool bad boy... wickedly charming, outrageously flirtatious, faintly amoral... alternately funny, and forebodingly menacing -- a coy smile making his full, perfectly red lips quiver in nervous agitation.

"You now belong to me..." Aakash reiterated lowering his face close to the boy's, giving a mischievous crooked grin as he rapidly wiggled his eyebrows, "just me!"

"Hey! You two!" they heard Rohit holler, "We're boarding, plan on coming or what?"

"Stay close," Aakash winked, giving the shoulder a gentle squeeze before straightening up and leading him to the bus.

Aakash led Gunjan to the rear of the bus, "There'll be fewer people here..." he stated by way of explanation, smiling enigmatically as he steered the boy to the window seat, taking the aisle seat himself, his arm still firmly around the shoulder.

Their friends took the front seats, all four of them, as did the handful of passengers - most preferring the forward seats to the rear ones.

And soon they were off - to Bhuntar... and Parvati Valley!

Now, Parvati Valley needs no introduction (and neither does Kasol, Tosh or Malana), people in the know, knows; but then, for the uninitiated: it is the last remnant of the old hippie trail of India -- famous (or, infamous ?) for its fresh, high quality weed and, of course, the much coveted, internationally acclaimed, Malana Cream!

🍁  Mystic and mythical, enchanting and mesmerising - the deep, narrow Valley of Parvati casts its seductive spell as soon as one steps within... enticing the trekker, the seeker, and the stoner... luring him on to explore, to delight, and to rejoice.

Hemmed in by the steep versants of the soaring Himalayas, clothed in myriad hues of green, and cloaked in emerald... the enshrouded landscape is dotted with picturesque little villages and hamlets perched atop every available ledge and plateau... and scattered with holy sites, sacred groves and hot springs...

The crisp mountain air filled with the lilting acoustic of cascading waterfalls and tumbling streams... and the ever thundering roar of the swift-flowing, icy Parvati River...

The towering deodar, oak and pine offering scintillating glimpses of the lofty snow-capped peaks in the distance through ever shifting, ever swirling blue mist... the slopes, the berms, and the undergrowth lush with exotic ferns, and the ubiquitous hemp, the bushes growing wild everywhere...

Dappled trails, paths, and unmarked tracks lazily meandering through the lush verdure skirting past cherry and walnut groves, apple and pear orchards... leading to remote mountainous passes and intemerate expanse of boulder strewn highland meadows carpeted in grass and bursting with wild flowers... the open table-top offering captivating views of the dazzling snow-clad crests...

The Valley breathtakingly beautiful, totally enthralling!

And towards the western edge of the valley, on the banks of the frolicking Parvati, sits Kasol: a village, and a town - Stoner's Paradise; flocked by people from across the globe, watering hole of the planet's most discerning potheads!

It is the epicentre of wild raves -- endless trance and psychedelic parties deep in the surrounding woods away from town; the much touted year-end music fest, and wild, year-round gigs...

Kasol's also the gateway to Tosh - a hippie paradise beyond the last road head; Chhalaal - a quaint little village, an easy and straight walk across the hanging bridge, home to legendary, unending psytrance parties; and Malana - a tiny, miniscule speck nestled high up the steep slope... home to farm fresh grass and award-winning hash!

🍁 The bus sped down the highway in the dark of the night, hurtling towards Bhuntar, a solid 11 hours ride away -- it was 10.40, and they had been on the road for only an hour since setting out from Majnu-ka-Tila.

The city was far behind them, the bus gradually falling silent as the lights were dimmed and the volume turned down - most seats now reclined, passengers snug in their blanket... a few already dozing.

Gunjan sat silent, hands carefully folded on his lap, staring at the silent moving images on the distant TV screen - there was nothing else to do, nothing to see outside...

"Sleepy?" he heard Aakash ask, and felt the hot breath against his face, the lips almost brushing his ear.

Gunjan glanced at him and shook his head silently.

They had been sitting huddled close... well, cuddled close... Aakash's arm still around his shoulder, holding him almost crushed against his torso... the back of his fingers, as usual, caressing his silky smooth cheek... the other hand occasionally patting his left arm, the fingertips fluttering up and down along the exposed skin, setting his flesh atingle... making Gunjan break out in goosebumps.

A little shy, and a wee bit awkward, Gunjan lived a sheltered life, smothered in love, warmth and affection... happy in his small town existence, content in the comforts of innocent adolescence... that is, till his dad moved to the BIG city, and his simple universe was turned on its head!

It was at the end of his seventh grade, and he had just turned twelve - precariously perched on the threshold of puberty.

A straight 'A' student all along, getting into the BEST school in town wasn't a problem... but after the move, with the onset of the new academic year, his trepidation soon gave way to dismay...

He found himself surrounded by an effervescent gaggle of teens -- playful, boisterous and totally uninhibited with a colourful sense of fun... forever preoccupied with having a 'good-time'.

Simply put - Being Boys!

Well, he felt like a fish out of water...

He kept his head down and remained focused on his studies... mostly keeping to himself... but his disarmingly wide-eyed innocence, his coy demeanour was endearing to his big city peers, and soon he was being pursued and persuaded... invited to join every group in school. The teachers too encouraging him to be more participative... be part of the various activities... and with their gentle persuasion and persistent nudge, he soon signed up for the Science and the Debate Clubs... finally beginning to make friends.

And that's where he met Aakash, a straight 'A+' over-achieving, gorgeously handsome, tenth grader -- star debater and the youngest captain of the debate team... also, captain of the cricket team... vice-captain of the basketball team... (youngest ever) president of the Student Council -- frightfully witty, staggeringly gregarious, ever helpful, and... IMMENSELY popular!

Aakash didn't bother much with the newest member of the team other than an occasional smile of acknowledgement, and a cursory nod every once in a while... mostly ignoring him.

But Gunjan experienced an instant, and inexplicable fascination -- Aakash's dreamy good looks, those smoldering dark eyes... his academic excellence and achievements, his athletic prowess and accomplishments, left him totally enamoured, and completely captivated -- stealing shy, sneaky glances wherever they crossed path, yet remaining tongue-tied and fidgety whenever they happened to be in the same room.

Soon the school year was over, and after the almost two-months summer break once school reopened, Gunjan (now in ninth grade) couldn't believe his eyes!

Aakash had undergone a dazzling transformation -- on the cusp of manhood, the boy was even more taller... the shoulders, much broader... the once subtle teen muscles, now markedly pronounced... and he filled his school uniform most amazingly, the fabric seeming to meld, hug him like cling film wraps around a sandwich: Fabulously handsome... Maddeningly enticing!

And he shaved too - no peach fuzz, and no chin scruff!

[ Also, as Gunjan soon discovered: Aakash chain-smoked (mostly pot), serial dated (multiple girls), and raced his dazzling red Ducati down busy city streets! ]

It nearly drove Gunjan crazy... and suddenly realisation dawned - not only why he was so fascinated by the older boy, but also, what exactly he wanted...

🍁 "Have you ever kissed a girl?" Aakash suddenly asked, his lips close to Gunjan's ear.

With a start Gunjan turned to look at him, eyes wide, the beginning of a flush slowly creeping up his cheeks as he shook his head.

"Have you even made out with a girl?" the older boy queried, the eyes narrow, the lips curled... the back of his fingers continuing to caress the cheek.

Gunjan shook his head once more, lowering his eyes.

"A guy perhaps?" Aakash persisted.

Gunjan's head shot up, the eyes even wider now, the cheeks smartingly crimson... and then he shook his head gently once more.

Aakash let out a slight sigh reclining his seat and stretching out his long legs under the seat in front... the pelvis thrust forward and high.

Without any conscious effort Gunjan's eyes, of their own volition, lowered... drawn inexorably to that pronounced bulge now on blatant display between the slightly parted thighs... staring unabashedly.

"WHAT!" he heard Aakash's exclaim of feigned shock, the voice barely audible... and quickly looked up, red-faced.

"Wanna touch?" Aakash questioned softly, the lips curling in an impish grin... his hand slowly sliding down from the boy's shoulder to wrap around his slim waist, pulling him even closer. "Wanna feel, huh?"

Gunjan gulped as he stared back at Aakash in horrified silence... totally mortified with shame.

"It's okay, no one will see..." the older teen whispered impishly, and then releasing Gunjan's hip pulled back his arm, slightly straightening up as he reached for the blanket, adding conspiratorially, "and I won't tell anyone!"

Unfolding it he spread the blanket over them... and then gently taking off Gunjan's glasses, carefully folded and placed the spectacles in the seat pocket before pulling the boy in a tight embrace, taking his chin between his thumb and forefinger, lifting his face... and kissing him on the mouth for the first time... making him gasp nasally.

Pulling back slightly he whispered, "Shh... don't make so much noise, you'll wake everyone!" before planting his lips back over Gunjan's... taking the boy's right hand and placing it between his thighs, over his distended jeans-clad crotch front.

Aakash had never really bothered with the tiny little boy, an eighth-grader, when he joined the Debate Club mid-year (it was end-2017 ) - weirdly awkward, and mostly silent... fidgeting about constantly.

But then, after two years, in his last year of school, Aakash finally 'noticed '... and God! his eyes were incapable of looking away!

That year, Gunjan had snatched victory for the debate team on more than one occasion, before getting them their tenth straight win in the inter-school championships!

Aakash was still the captain of the team, but being his final school year, he wasn't an active participant anymore, simply sprending time with his team whenever needed - offering suggestions and tips, discussing and strategising; and observing Gunjan... closely.

Now in tenth, the boy seemed changed - no, he still was awkward, still mostly silent - but had grown to become, in a weird sort of way, intolerably cute, and fascinatingly enchanting!

Just under 5' 6", slender, and perfectly smooth... Gunjan had a headful of dark, silken hair, straight and limp... HUGE ears, almost elephantine, sticking out weirdly... very large, long-lashed eyes, forever wide, hidden behind thick-framed glasses... a pert little nose... and a mouthful of large, slightly crooked buckteeth that, no matter how hard he tried to cover them, eternally stuck out from behind incredibly full, perfectly red, lips...

He had also recently started wearing braces!

That, along with the way he constantly moved and twisted his lips, mouth and jaws, his tongue poking and prodding - (maybe it was the braces) - made him even more, maddeningly, adorable!

And suddenly, Aakash couldn't take his eyes off the boy...

🍁 Gunjan's heart was pounding, his pulse racing... the blood pumping audibly in his ears... he could have died at that moment and have no regrets!

Aakash's lips were moist and soft against his... insistant... doing things he never knew possible... arousing emotions and feelings in his young body, and mind, that he had never experienced before, or been aware that they even existed...

And that bulge between Aakash's thighs... even through the denim he could sense the heat, gauge the bulk... his own cock rock hard in its pouch, hurting as it struggled to create space...

Agonised moans bubbled up his quivering throat without invitation... and despite his best efforts Gunjan was unable to hold them back much longer, stifle the relentlessly rising cries of passion, finally letting out a gasp... and instantly Aakash slipped his tongue in... rolling it around his mouth, tickling his palate... making him grab the older boy's bulge tighter.

Meanwhile, Aakash's hands hadn't been idle either, roving the tender form of the trembling boy continuously -- his cheeks, his arms... down his back, and up his front -- brushing and feeling... seeking out the turgid boy-nipples poking through the thin cotton, scraping the pointed nubs with his fingernails from over the t-shirt, making Gunjan push out his chest with desire...

And then, reaching lower, between the boy's thighs, flattening his palm over the tented boy-crotch, pressing down gently... sensing Gunjan part his legs in wanton invitation... quickly grabbing the adolescent arousal and lightly squeezing... making the boy moan in his mouth, the pelvis strutting high in response.

Leaving those luscious lips Aakash moved across Gunjan's soft, smooth cheek... then down his neck... kissing, licking, nibbling... his hand quickly lifting the t-shirt as his mouth sought out an engorged boy nipple... pursing his lips to suck in the tumid nub... making Gunjan whimper, his hand urgently squeezing the older teen's rapidly hardening lump.

Sexually fully charged, both were now breathing noisily... in the throes of mindless lust... oblivious of their surroundings, or the consequences of their very public actions... when abruptly releasing the boy's saliva drenched nipple, Aakash drew back his mouth and sat up... quickly reaching under the blanket to push the boy's hand away, rapidly undoing his button fly and sliding his jeans, along with his boxers, past his hips... down his thighs before taking Gunjan's hand once more and placing it on his now fully exposed, rigid and throbbing cock.

Gunjan felt the sizzling shaft - firm and unbending - flex in his grip, his fingers barely able to wrap around the girth... but even before he could fully appreciate, or admire, Aakash's mouth was back once more... licking, nipping, and sucking his boy-tits - first the left, and then the right... driving him insane as his hand fiercely held onto that throbbing cock for dear life!

He didn't know how long it went on - his mind numb, his body insensate - but it sure did seem like an eon... when Aakash lifted his face and very softly whispered in his ear, "Want to suck?"

Gunjan was in no position to either acquiesce or refuse, nor was he in charge of his own faculties -- God! he just had the first kiss, real kiss, of his young life... had just made out with the very same guy of his wildest fantasy -- he was in no postion to respond or reply! His mind was frozen in a dreamy stupor, his overwrought senses numbed!

And so, he remained as he was - eyes shut tight, mouth open, sucking air through flared nostrils... in a dazzling daze!

Lifting the blanket with one hand, Aakash placed his other hand behind Gunjan's head, applying light pressure... gently guiding him lower, and under the blanket... towards his waiting cock...

Gunjan opened his eyes, desirous of finally catching a long awaited glimpse of the object he had so desired over the past couple years... dying to see Aakash's manhood up close... but alas, it was pitch dark under the blanket, and there was nothing to see... but, dark or not, he could still sense the radiating heat of sexual arousal... and smell the heady musk of manhood - the intoxicating aroma of aroused genital; his hand feeling the teen phallus stiffen further... the flexing shaft seeming to grow even thicker with the approach of his mouth...

Now, what was he supposed to do?

Gunjan had never sucked a cock before... and yes, unbelievable though it might seem, had never watched porn either - straight or gay - but he was now ready (and willing ) to do absolutely anything that Aakash may want... any thing to pleasure the senior!

Nostrils filled with the powerful masculine scent of Aakash's genitals, Gunjan parted his lips and flicked out his tongue... the moist tip rapidly licking the swollen, bulbuos crown... gathering up the single drop of clear dew that had oozed out of the tiny slit...

The contact - of tongue and cock - albeit brief, sent a shuddering, nerve-wracking spasm shooting down the spine of both boys... making Aakash suck in air with an audible hiss... his hips bucking high, as his fingers curled tightly around fistful of Gunjan's hair.

The warm and salty nectar that his tongue had just lapped up seemed ambrosial - like the best thing he'd ever tasted - and the uncontrolled jerking of the older boy's hips, his agonised hiss... the tightning fingers in his hair, now spurred Gunjan on...

He didn't know, true... but he'd learn... and Aakash's moans... his hips... and the fingers curled in his hair, would guide...

Opening his mouth wide Gunjan inched his head forward... slowly wrapping his full lips around the bloated head... taking almost half of it in his mouth... his fingers pulling back the already, partly retracted foreskin further down... feeling his jaws being pushed apart as Aakash strutted his hips up, forcing the remaining portion of the glans inside... saliva gushing in to lubricate the passage, filling his mouth as his lips slipped past the flared sulcal ridge... trapping the whole head within.

First-timer or pro, noob or seasoned, Nature and Instinct has an ingenious way of teaching... imparting knowledge and know-how that suddenly seem innate... coming naturally without any conscious effort... making one inherently know without even realising it... and so it unfolded, under the blanket...

After those early few minutes of hesitancy and uncertainty, Gunjan soon got the hang of it, and then there was no stopping him!

Bobbing his head slowly, he was soon taking a little over a quater of the shaft in his mouth, while his hand continued to stroke the remaining length of the surprsingly long appendage. He did try to take in more, but each attempt beyond that thick quarter ended with his gag reflex kicking in, making him retch and splutter... so he stopped trying... and Aakash didn't complain, nor did he insist that Gunjan suck deeper...

And yup, he also let his hand rove, exploring Aakash's genitals... running his fingers through the lush, neatly trimmed, pubes... along the groin... feeling the scrotal sac - satiny soft and silky smooth to touch - passing under the balls, craddling the unbelievably heavy pair before quickly returning to the base of the thick shaft, once more caressing, stroking and jerking... thrilling as he felt it flex and pulse in response... the tip gushing out a continuous stream of that slippery, salty dew of passion... Aakash making all sorts of funny, guttural sounds in his throat...

Gunjan also licked around the base of the shaft, and the pubic arch... wiggling his tongue through the pubes, getting the clipped curls wet... kissing and lapping along the whole throbbing length of the pulsing cock - front and back - before returning to once more take it in his mouth.

Whatever he did... however he did it, Aakash seemed to like it, approve of it -- his bucking and swaying hips, those uncontrolled spasmodic jerks... his fingers curled in Gunjan's hair... and those barely suppressed strangled grunts and groans conveying it more eloquently than any words of appreciation could ever express.

Engulfed in sensual pleasure, lost in exquisite pleasance, yet, Aakash wasn't mean or selfish, nor inconsiderate, concerned only with his own delight... his hands unceasing as he reciprocated in equal measure, caressing Gunjan - his left hand stroking the boy's head, the fingers running through the silky strands one moment, then grabbing fistful of hair the next; while his right hand explored the tender flesh of the shivering boy - groping and fondling the soft, smooth, hairless torso under the t-shirt... toying with the boy-nipples one moment, and then sliding past the waistband to reach inside... groping the buttery cheeks of his satiny soft buttocks, kneading the warm flesh mounds... reaching further down, between the thighs...

The touch, the feel of that perfectly smooth skin, the warm, silky soft flesh arousing fresh new desires, making Aakash want more, quickly undoing Gunjan's jeans and pushing it past his hips... caressing and fondling the now exposed, naked buttocks... once more reaching between the legs... determined fingers slithering between the cheeks this time... curious as they probed within the deep cleft...

The touch was new - weirdly odd, yet exqusitely thrilling - and it sent a frisson of excitement coursing through Gunjan's entire slim frame, making him shudder as he groaned around the flexing cock filling his mouth... his ass bucking in response, pushing back at the explorative fingers...

Gunjan had lost all track of time and space... just that throbbing, twitching, flexing column of engorged flesh in his straining mouth, and those amazing fingers touching him where no one had ever ventured before, was real... everything else was just some far distant... vague reality... something that he didn't even want to bother with... when he sensed a perceptible change...

Impossible as it may sound, but Aakash's cock seemed to stiffen even further, the rigid shaft seeming to grow wider... and his fingers in Gunjan's hair suddenly, brutally fierce... the hand fondling his buttock turning almost savage as he grabbed the cheek viciously and squeezed... the finger tip frantic as it nudged at his tiny opening... as if desperate to breach the vestal portal right then!

"Will you... uh... ta, take it..." Gunjan heard Aakash hiss urgently from the other side of the blanket, close to his ear, the breathing laboured and harsh... the hips almost frenetic, the thrusts untamed, "unnh, in your... mouth?"

Gunjan didn't fully understand the import of those words, but responded by tightening his grip around the crazily flexing base of Aakash's cock, clamping down his lips around the head, and almost instantly the moment was upon them...

With a heavy grunt Aakash's hips thrust upwards, almost involuntary, sending nearly half his cock charging into the boy's already stuffed mouth, the bulbous head slithering its way past the fauces... shooting the first volley deep down the throat... before pulling back slightly, flooding Gunjan's mouth with thick, viscous strings of semen... sizzling hot... maddeningly inebriating.

Gunjan gulped furiously... unwilling to lose even a single drop of the precious liquid... but there was simply too much of it... and all too soon... and despite his best effort, the viscid fluid kept leaking out of the corner of his overloaded mouth... smearing his cheek and Aakash's pubes...

It must have gone on for the better part of two minutes before finally Aakash gave a powerful lurch and his hips fell back... his quacking stomach, his spasming legs slowly calming down... his cock giving a few final twitches before gradually begining to soften...

It was only after Gunjan had swallowed the last remaining gobs of cum in his mouth that he fully realised what had just happened, and it gave him a colossal sense of accomplishment - he had just pleasured the person he so loved, so admired... it thrilled him!

Aakash had fallen silent, and his cock too was rapidly softening... but surprisingly, it still was of immense proportion, the head still a mouthful as Gunjan continued to lazily suck on it, - like a baby suckles a pacifier - very happy, unwilling to let go... wishing he could remain that way forever - his head resting on Aakash's abdomen, and the older teen's cock firmly in his mouth... the intoxicating fumes forever surrounding him, permeating his every pore... wishing that the moment would never cease, that the bus would never stop...

The sudden gush of cool, fresh air, and the subdued glow of dimmed lights after the total darkness made Gunjan aware that Aakash had lifted the blanket... was tugging at him...

Gunjan didn't want to move, didn't want to leave that cock, but Aakash seemed adamant... grabbing him by his shoulders and in one swift, fluid motion lifting him back to a sitting position and rolling over him... licking his face, and around his cum smeared mouth -- his chin, cheek, and his puffed lips -- lapping up the leaked semen before covering his mouth and inserting his tongue back inside... exploring his oral cavity once more...

Gunjan moaned, grabbing Aakash's shoulders with both hands, and felt the older boy's hand slide down his body... grabbing and pulling down his already undone jeans past his hips...

And soon Aakash's mouth followed... leaving Gunjan's lips he kissed his way down the convulsing torso... back to the engorged, pointed little boy-tits... swirling his wet tongue over and around before pursing his lips and sucking in one... his fingers fluttering through the sparse boy pubes before gathering up the turgid cock in his loving grip.

Gunjan's hips instantly strutted high and he bit down on his lower lip to stifle the cry that instinctively rose from the deepest pit of his gut...

Well, it didn't even take a whole three minutes before Gunjan's body arched high, completely lifting off the seat... his legs stretching out, twitching uncontrolably, his toes curling... and then he exploded... his copious teen spunk shooting high before falling, splattering his crazily flexing stomach, and the blanket.

It was a massive orgasm... the load, HUGE... and it sapped him of all strength, leaving him drained... numb and insensate... and he slumped back, Aakash continuing to gently stroke his fast softening, still twitching, still dribbling, penis... sending frissons of painful pleasure shooting up and down his entire body as the older boy's thumb repeatedly circled the super sensitive glans...

It was almost ten minutes before Aakash finally rose and covered Gunjan's mouth once more... kissing passionately as they wrapped their arms around each other, snuggling close... Gunjan purring softly.

[ Both boys amazingly unconcerned with the cum that seemed to be everywhere - wet, sticky and slimy - already coating the younger boy's belly and pubes... the blanket... and now being smeared all over by the older boy's roving hand !]

The gentle sway of the moving bus, the warmth of Aakash's comforting arms around him, the vividly crisp memory of the just transpired events felt so amazing, so soothing... and engulfed in that aura of contentment -- the still fresh smell accompanied by the lingering taste -- soon made Gunjan drowsy, on the verge of falling asleep... when he felt Aakash take his hand and slowly move it lower... placing it between his thighs, on his spent, but still nerve-tinglingly large penis, softly whispering into his ear, "Here, you can hold..."

And as Gunjan wrapped his fingers around the warm, spongy column of flesh, feeling the rhythmic pulse of the pumping blood coursing through the big vein, Aakash kissed his forehead, "It belongs to you now!"

🍁 to be continued...