SIX      

🍁 Terrifying... and thrilling. Intimidating... and exhilarating. Spine-jarring and ass-whacking - the road (if one could call it that) to Tosh was all of it, and more!

The rock strewn, uneven track winding its way up the steep versant was anything but tame -- the craggy overhangs, the dizzingly precipitous inclines... the intense azure of the clear sky above, and the lush valley below... the hushed stillness, and the whistling wind... the vast magnitude of the Himalayas all around -- the ride was utterly wild, and totally adventurous!

And there were thoses bushes of hemp, growing wild practically everywhere -- along the path, behind the outcrop, down the slope: EVERYWHERE! -- now you see, now you don't... but the crisp air redolent with its unmistakable whiff!

The bone-rattling ride abruptly coming to an end at a rocky ledge -- about a half-dozen bikes and a lone car parked randomly -- and across the little bridge sat Tosh!

"Ta-da!" Tony announced, taking off his helmet and spreading his arms wide as soon as they stopped.

🍁 Crossing over they were greeted by a cluster of shops, cafes and hotels... and banners advertising more hotels, guesthouses and restaurants!

"You have hotels here too?" asked Kashish, amazed, "I thought Tosh had only homestay and camps!"

"All the major villages have camping sites, homestay, guesthouses... and yup, hotels too!" Tony informed, "And numerous cafes and eating joints... of various types, serving desi, Israeli, Mexican, Italian and whatnot!

"Only the lesser visited, and the more remote hamlets," he continued as they walked up a narrow pathway, "have absolutely nothing... and you need to carry your own equipment, and food..."

"So, where's the camp site?" asked Bilal.

"It's on the other side of the village, a short hike up."

"Um, I'll take a room..." Aakash suddenly announced as they entered the village proper, "a hotel room."

"D U D E!" Kashish and Bilal gasped in unison, both staring at Aakash, the look scandalised!

"Yesterday I can understand," Bilal exclaimed, the look horrified, "I mean, after the bus ride, wanting a proper bed in a decent room... but today?"

"Bro, you're the one who's always insisting on living wild whenever we've visited the hills," Madhav laughed, bemused, Kashish and Bilal nodding their head, "you refuse to stay in hotels..." but he couldn't finish as Aakash waved a dismissive hand, shutting him up.

"You want to camp, rough it out, huh?" Aakash snapped, the tone irritable, "Then go ahead, I'm not stopping you... sleep under the stars for all I care, but don't tell me what to do!"

"I... um, I didn't mea..." Madhav began...

"I too would prefer a room," this time Rohit interrupted, ending the debate... making the three stare at him, disbelief turning to shocked incredulity.

"Well..." Tony shrugged, "there are some nice places a short distance after you cross the village, just before the campsite, and some newer ones about a kilometre further... an easy uphill trek."

"And what about you?" asked Bilal.

"The campsite's on the way, you'll see," Tony informed, suggesting, "you guys book your rooms and then we'll come back here for lunch, and after that... explore!"

🍁 Waving Tony goodbye at the entrance of his camp ground the six friends set off for the half kilometre uphill hike towards their hotel... the trail well marked with painted signage of cafes in the woods, guesthouses and hotels.

There were numerous lovely wooden guesthouses both within the village and just outside it, but Aakash insisted they try the more secluded hotel that Tony had mentioned -- the newest addition, set atop a hump with an amazing view.

Surrounded by the panoramic cloud-clad mountain peaks, the climb was steep, the path rocky as it meandered through the wilderness of tall shrubs bursting with wildflowers, buzzing with insects and bees... past well tended orchards, the trees laden with apples ready for harvest... the sound of a hundred gurgling streams hidden somewhere just beyond sight filling the frigid air... the songs of a million bird carried around by the rustling breeze -- was it even the real world, or had they been transported to another realm?

They had reached level ground, the trail circling around another orchard, before abruptly ascending, steep... rough steps cut into the rockface... and beyond the shoulder they could see the top of a tall tower-like structure rising skywards... painted in brilliant neon shades of blue and pink and yellow!

"That must be it," huffed Bilal.

"Who paints a building in such colours, huh?" Kashish puffed.

"Dude, every building here, all the places we've been to, are painted in those weird neon shades," panted Madhav, "psychedelic, I presume!"

And as they approached the steps, there, right by the side of the orchard, surrounded by small trees and flowering shrubs, stood the most amazingly enchanting two-storied wooden house that could be imagined - right out of a fairytale! - and by the side of the path a small wooden sign pointing towards it read:

They stood there, transfixed... gaping... till finally Gunjan gasped, "It's SO beautiful!" the tone hushed, the eyes wide... making them all turn to look at him.

"Let stay here!" Rohit announced.

"What about the hotel?" asked Bilal, pointing towards the gaudy structure poking high.

"What about it? We're not like booked or anything..." Aakash responded, passing his arm around Gunjan, heading towards the Last Resort.

🍁 Aakash dropped his backpack and turned to look at Gunjan, smiling, "Come here!"

The boy came, and arms tight around each other, they were soon kissing... their breath harsh and noisy as Aakash chewed on those juicy red lips.

During that final stretch - from Barshaini to Tosh - Gunjan had sat clinging Aakash for dear life, their body pressed tight... throughly enjoying every nerve-wracking moment of it... and when Aakash mentioned that he wanted a room instead of a tent, he instantly understood what it meant... totally thrilled, his heart thumping wildly with joy... keeping his eyes lowered as the guys expressed shock and astonishment... supressing the smile, while blushing.

And now that they were in the room (with a proper bathroom attached!), he could barely conceal his excitement.

"So, you wanted to check, huh?" Aakash grinned pulling back, his arms still wrapped around the boy's narrow waist, "Well, take it out now and check!"

The mention of his brazen little act earlier made Gunjan go red in the face, giving a coy smile as he looked up at Aakash.

"What?!" the older teen asked, "go on, take it out..."

"We need to go back to the campsite and then the village..." Gunjan mumbled, his eyes lowering, drawn irresistibly to Aakash's distinctly bulging crotch front, suddenly giggling as he added, "We don't want to be late!"

"I don't care!" Aakash grinned back, "You kept me hard most of the ride, rubbing yourself against me, and now I want you!"

"Huh... it was the road!" Gunjan cried with feigned shock, looking up, blinking rapidly.

"The road didn't rub itself all over my back, the road didn't grope between my thighs!" Aakash replied, the tone seeming stern, the eyes twinkling, "You did, and now you remedy the situation..." his hands promptly moving lower to grab the twin mounds, squeezing, making Gunjan gasp as their lips joined in another kiss, both gnawing at each other's mouth... both dreadfully horny!

The knock on the door at that moment made them pause... both wondering - 'Now what ?!'

"WHAT?" Aakash called out gruffly, both quickly disengaging.

"Open the door," came Rohit's voice.

Opening the door Aakash stepped aside as Rohit entered, a folded piece of fabric in his hand...

"Here..." extending his arm he offered it to Gunjan, "The glare of the sun is intense, and you must be cooking in that heavy turtleneck. It's a scarf, loop it and wrap it around your neck, and wear a normal t-shirt with a jacket... your arms and neck will be safe from curious gaze," turning his head to give Aakash a fierce glare...

"What?!" Aakash asked, bewildered.

"Try and be a little gentle," Rohit said, the tone disapproving, "don't hurt him!" and then spinning around walked out of the room, pulling the door shut... leaving behind a very confused Aakash, and a heavily blushing Gunjan.

"What did I do?!" Aakash finally exclaimed in bafflement, turning to look at Gunjan, "What did you tell him?"

"Nothing!" Gunjan shook his head, horrified that Aakash could even think of such a thing.

"Then what was that all about, huh?" and as Gunjan stood with lowered eyes, his face red, added, "What... mind telling me, eh?"

"Um... Tony commented about my... er, walk..." Gunjan mumbled in an embarrassed tone, "at the breakfast table... Rohit was there... and he probably guessed about the hickeys..."

Aakash let out a snort, "Fine, change and we'll go..."

Gunjan quickly looked up, "Swear, I didn't say a thing!" the eyes beseeching, the tone precative.

Aakash smiled, "I know... Rohit always knows everything, observes and notes everything," shaking his head as he added, "a real pain in the ass!" and then pulling Gunjan, kissed him, giving a crooked smile, "You can check me out later, after lunch!"

🍁 They strolled around the tiny village for a bit... even visiting a couple orchards, the owner of one allowing them to pluck an apple each... before Tony led them to a quaint little cafe a short distance away from the village...

"Try their Tibetan, awesome!" he said as they took a table under an ancient oak.

The joints came out during lunch... and by the end of it both Bilal and Kashish were in a very merry mood, giggling away as they babbled and joshed... Madhav doleful, eyeing the pair, casting an occasional glance Rohit's way, hopeful... Aakash contemplative, his arm flung around Gunjan's shoulder, the fingers carressing the smooth cheek...

"So, any party happening tonight?" Bilal asked between mouthfuls looking at Tony.

"Not that I heard..." Tony shrugged, "probably not, hardly any crowd, the campsite's practically empty!"

"And, where do we get those Tosh balls you mentioned?" Kashish grinned, making Tony throw back his head, laughing aloud.

"Haven't you guys had enough already, huh?" Rohit began letting out an exasperated snort.

"Just asked, okay..." Kashish instantly retorted, Bilal too joining in as they japed.

"Ask, yes... and ye shall receive," Tony chuckled, sounding Biblical, "and the rates are actually low right now, what with Lockdown and travel restrictions!"

"How low?" asked Aakash, suddenly alert and interested.

"Just a thousand... per tola!"

"Why not!" exclaimed Kashish.

"Why not, indeed!" chimed in Bilal.

"Sure," grinned Tony, "but after we get back from our little trek... you know, 4.20!"

"Aww..." both groaned, "C'mon!"

"It's a lovely waterfall, about half hour from the place you're staying..."

"Uh, more walking?!" griped Kashish.

"That's the only thing you do here, walk and wonder, take in the beauty and exult. Do absolutely nothing for a change!" Tony grinned back, before looking at Aakash, adding with a sly smile, "Or, maybe just stay locked in your room..." abruptly leaving the sentence dangling in the frigid afternoon air.

"This isn't the city," Rohit observed, "with sights to see, or malls to while away lazy hours. We came here to hike, trek... at least that's the impression I had when we planned the trip!"

"Exactly!" exclaimed Tony, all smile, "Just two type of people visit this Valley... the real nature loving adventurer, to enjoy the splendour, the grandeur... and the stoner, who's only focused on his next high, seeing nothing, experiencing nothing! Which one do you wanna be, huh?"

🍁 They walked past more orchards, and then through a thick pine forest, climbing higher... the dappled trail narrow and uneven, the rocky floor criss-crossed by numerous little runnels... and for the first time catching glimpses of weed plantations - not the feral bushes growing wild that they had seen till then, but proper, well-tended farms!

The air suddenly resonating with a distant roar... gradually growing louder as they walked out from under the shadows of the trees... crossing over a ridge before descending for about twenty-five metres... and there, around the shoulder of a rocky outcrop... across a wooded valley from where they stood at the edge - a magnificent waterfall thundering over the rocks as it tumbled down the hillside... the waters frothing white, spraying a plume of fine mist high and wide... which then caught the sun's rays, splitting the light into bands of vibrant colours - a shimmering rainbow!

Breathless 'aah!' and 'ooh!' later, with pictures and selfies taken... they turned around and set out once more, headed for wherever Tony took them next.

This time following a different path... sauntering through more woodlands and across a meadow carpeted green and bursting with vibrant shades of blue, yellow, red and purple -- poppies, irises, primulas and buttercups -- skipping over countless little rills gurgling across the field as they rushed over rocks and pebbles, weaving around larger boulders...

Descending through a deodar forest to a small glen cloaked in green, the land gently rolling away to the west... Tony leading them to a small clearing beyond a grove of stunted junipers with a magnificent view of the towering peaks to the north and east.

🍁 Joints came out once more... as did packets of munchies, and sodas... Madhav too joining in for a post-lunch toke - kind courtesy, Rohit.

And so they sat - talking and laughing... and smoking - lost to the outside world... enjoying the crisp afternoon breeze with its distinct nip... the comforting apricity... and the reverberating woods all around...

Enchanted by the intense lazuline of the clear sky... the shimmering baize of the verdant slopes... the pristine white of the jagged peaks, the candent snow forming a dividing line between the chatoyant green and the azure blue...

Swirling mist enshrouding the vista one moment, and then gone the next... the rocks seeming to change colour with the shifting rays of the sun... the air thick with the well-orchestrated concert of birds and insects in the forest!

Even an eloquent bard would be at a loss for words... an avid photographer forget his camera... an artist falter in his strokes!

Bilal and Kashish sprawled out on the ground, seeming somnolent, blowing lazy rings of bluish haze up into the sluggish air...

Madhav and Rohit giggling softly as they snuggled close, whispering to each other...

Aakash slumped against a rock, arms wrapped tight around little Gunjan, his chin resting on the boy's head as Gunjan sat reclined between his parted thighs, his arms flung around Aakash's raised knees.

Each captivated by the sheer beauty of the place... entranced in the tranquility of the moment.

"It'll soon get cold," Tony suddenly announced, standing up, "so we must return now, you guys'll need warmer clothes if you plan to stay out longer..."

"What about the... um, balls?" Kashish asked, his mind singularly focussed on trying out every available variety on offer!

"Sure, once we get back to habitation!" Tony replied, picking up the cans and wrappers at his feet... Rohit and Gunjan joining in... stuffing the trash back in their knapsacks.

"I'm hungry!" announced Bilal standing up.

"Yeah, me too!" declared Kashish.

🍁 "Tony!" a thirty-something guy greeted as they sat munching on pizzas.

"Bhai-ji!" Tony greeted back, up on this feet, both hugging.

"Where are you headed this time?"

"Chanderkhani to Naggar, then back home."

"Your olive..." the man smiled, shaking Tony's hand, palms clasped... before waving good-bye, and was gone.

"Olive?" asked Madhav, curious.

Tony laughed, "I guess it's got to do with the firangs, you know, olive... the small, round and blackish-green fruit, versus balls, the male testicles!" opening his palm to show them the two shrink-wrapped black globules. "The guys here are probably more comfortable selling olives to balls, especially to the ladies!"

"How much?" asked Aakash.

"A thousand each... one's for me."

Aakash paid the amount and Kashish took one, Bilal almost immediately snatching it out of his fingers... both pair of eyes gleaming, the grin on both face dopey!

"What's it between you and Red Ice?" Rohit suddenly asked, "Like, I have no clue about all this cream and hash and bud or leaf, but still, curious to know..."

"Well, be it charas or hash... your friends here can enlighten you about bud and leaf... a discerning smoker, as opposed to a mindless stoner, knows the good from the thrash. Malana charas is one of the best, so is the Rashol cream, and in great demand.

"Once the locals realised the kind of money the visiting foreigners were willing to pay for their high quality product, they got smart, unwilling to sell lower to the desi crowd... refusing to bargain or haggle. And somewhere along the line the isolator was adopted, and now, the leftover harvest, the remnants after extraction, the poor quality plants and plant parts, that are otherwise worthless, are compressed and filtered by the machine, weighted by ice blocks, and voila ! you have your Red Ice!

"It's the trashiest hash on the planet!

"And the sad part is... sorry to say, but yes, the NCR crowd, especially the younger ones, flush with dad's easy cash, and no knowledge of the plant, or its various derivatives... simply happy getting high, perpetuated this frenzy, thanks to social media and group posts!

"Now every young visitor wants the famous Ice... and the locals are more than happy to provide. Not only they get a high price for the dregs that would otherwise be thrown away, they can now sell the real stuff to firangs and get paid in dollars!"

Willy-nilly, little Gunjan too getting enlightened in the process...

"You mentioned that guys just walk up and offer to sell," asked Madhav, "so, how come no one approached us in Kasol?"

Tony laughed, "Yes, they do... and you, a group of young boys... the PERFECT target! But, you were with me, and I'm known and recognised here, I never buy from them... so, by association, approaching you would be a futile endeavour, a waste of time!"

🍁 "You guy's should now head back..." Tony told the boys, "it will get dark, you know, all of a sudden, and it's not very safe to walk around in the dark."

The sun had long dropped behind the mountains, but hadn't set yet... the light still bright.

"But we still have the moon, right?" Kashish giggled.

"Yeah, it's full moon!" concurred Bilal, eyebrows high, the eyes glazed.

"Yes, the moon's full, but the woods will be dark... and this isn't Chhalaal, Tosh is regularly visited by both the brown and black bear... and trust me, no one wants to meet the Himalayan bear at night, in the woods!"

"What about you, huh?" Bilal questioned, "you too will have to walk back to your camp in the dark!"

"That's why I suggested we leave now..." Tony grinned, "besides, I always carry bear-spray!"

"Bears really visit Tosh?" asked Rohit.

"Yes," responded Tony, "and all the villages... the camp sites. By nature they are wary of humans and avoid people, crowd... the lights, but wandering around in the woods after dark is different, and should be avoided. Bears HATE being surprised and can get very aggressive, that's why it's always a good idea to make a lot of noise... you know, talk aloud, sing... announce your presence from far, so that the bear can move away from your path."

"You're making it sound scary..." Madhav mumbled, slowly sitting up.

"Dude, it's still light," Tony laughed, trying to reassure, "and you'll be back long before it gets dark, real dark!

"C'mon, let move," Rohit said as he stood up...

"Huh, it's just a bear!" Bilal smirked, the tone dismissive.

"Yeah, bear, not beer!" retorted Rohit.

"Serious, start now and you'll be there long before dark," Tony said, getting up.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you!" Gunjan heard Aakash whisper, the breath hot against his cheek, the arm tightening around him.

[ Well, aside from aiding one attain new altitudinal height, weed sure did seem to make virility go viral, adding brawn to the benumbed brain ! ]

🍁 "Sleepy?" Aakash asked lowering his face, rubbing his nose against Gunjan's ear.

Gunjan shook his head... staring at the dying embers of the bonfire.

'Sleepy, huh !' Gunjan mused, a soft smile playing on his full, red lips as he recollected the events of the previous night -- they had hardly slept a wink -- somehow sure there wouldn't be much of sleep that night either - not that he was complaining.

They were out in the back garden of the Last Resort, post dinner... a small clearing with flowering shrubs surrounded by the tall pines, sitting around a bonfire with the only two other guests at the place -- Hans and Chris -- the birds having long fallen silent, the nocturnal insects now raising a loud chorus amidst the stillness... the air brumous, the tinged orb of the moon casting a faint glow.

Hans, in his fifties, from Austria, was a regular to the Valley since the early 90s... visiting every two years, March to June. But this year he got stuck and couldn't leave - Lockdown and international travel ban - experiencing monsoon for the first time, and now looking forward to the Himalayan winter, if regular flights didn't resume.

Chris was from New Zealand, twenty-eight, his third visit in the past ten years... had planned to leave before the rains, but got stuck, and with the ongoing flight restrictions wasn't quiet sure about going home... not interested in moving down to the plains, the big cities, or Goa... happy where he was.

And with nothing else to do, both travelled extensively within the valley (and the neighbouring ones), ending up visiting every single village (multiple times) - spending a week here and couple days there, camping in the woods... always returning to Tosh, before setting off again!

Kashish and Bilal -- both having reached a higher altitude than Tosh, having become more elevated than the highest yogi -- had finally fallen silent after their non-stop blabbering since early evening, simply letting out an occasional giggle every now and then, gasping each time a wispy tendril of the ever swirling mist silently crept by.

Madhav, slumped against Rohit... languorous, hummed some unknown tune intermittently, barely audible.

"Want to go in?" Aakash asked, his hand sliding down Gunjan's back... the tongue tip flicking out to quickly lick the helix.

Gunjan looked at Aakash, smiling softly, nodding... the thought of another night in bed with Aakash almost instantly making him hard!

"Let's go then," Aakash said, standing up, "good-night, guys!"

🍁 A whole day without a single moment, or opportunity... and even before the door clicked shut Aakash was on little Gunjan... taking off his glasses, beginning to strip away his clothes, both kissing hungrily... hands famished as he groped the exposed flesh... the boy clinging onto his shoulders, groaning with lust, as he kissed back.

The first day - in Kasol, then Chhalaal - they had at least made out before finally uniting back at the room... but Day 2 had been terrible -- especially after that lovely shower together, before starting for Tosh -- they never got to be together, alone, for a whole fucking day!

Before long both were naked, both sporting raging hardons... their mouth still joined, tongue darting... hands roving... the breath harsh...

Sliding his hands down the arched back, over the plump cheeks... and under, Aakash slipped them between Gunjan's thighs, spreading them as he lifted him up, carrying him to the bed - the boy clinging onto the older teen's broad shoulders, legs tight around the waist - depositing him on the bed and climbing over... the kiss still unbroken!

When he finally pulled back, both catching their breath, Aakash lustily staring down at the boy... through the haze of benumbing arousal Gunjan mumbled, "I... I... need to take off my braces... brush, and soak them..." the voice barely audible, heavy with desire, laced with shameful guilt.

For a moment Aakash remained as he was... and then his eyes widened, the look stupefied...

"Go..." Aakash finally groaned, rolling off the boy, "do it..." punching the bed as he exclaimed, "FUCK!" and as Gunjan quickly ran for the bathroom, called after him, "Make it fast, or I'll make you pay for it!"

The next hour was spent with Aakash adoring every tiny inch of the writhing and whimpering boy -- no part left out, no portion neglected, not one bit missed -- leisurely working his way down between the thighs... within the deep, smooth cleft... lapping away at the little opening till it was soaking wet... pushing out savagely, as if wanting to kiss Aakash's mouth back... suck in his wiggling tongue!

The boy was ready, and so was he... quickly kissing his way up the quivering torso... mouth back over Gunjan's, chewing his lips, Aakash passed his arms under the boy and rolled over, sitting up, lifting Gunjan on his lap...

"Squat, and take it in..." he whispered, the voice husky as his tongue lapped up along the boy's throat.

Gunjan blinked his eyes open and stared back at Aakash, clueless.

"Hold it, and sit..." Aakash instructed, nibbling the collarbone.

Through the mind-numbing haze Gunjan quickly realised that Aakash was introducing him to a new sexual position, instantly willing to try it out...

Shifting his legs and raising his ass high, squatting, Gunjan reached down between his parted thigh, grabbing Aakash's throbbing cock... holding it straight up as he lowered himself... guiding the bloated cockhead to his crazily fluttering anus... aligning the swollen glans to his pouting entrance... suddenly pushing down...

Both grunted as the large head stretched the ring further, and popped in... the sphincter snapping back, fiercely tight under the sulcus.

Leaving Aakash's cock, Gunjan flung both arms around his shoulders, burying his face in the crook of his neck as he moaned... Aakash pulling him closer, his arms wrapped tight around the tiny trembling frame.

It took about ten minutes before Aakash was fully in -- the squat position, the saliva slicked opening, and gravity... each playing its own role -- Gunjan's smooth cleft eventually settling down on the trimmed pubes, the snug sphincter clamped tight around the root of the flexing penis...

Aakash gently rocked his hips, driving his cock in and out of the smouldering sleeve, the innards grabbing and squeezing his shaft with a ferocity that made him growl... God, it was stifling tight and seething HOT... moist and squishy... totally DIVINE!

Holding him tight Aakash slowly fell back... Gunjan on top of him -- a limp rag doll -- swaying and rocking as the older teen's pelvis rapped an unbroken rhythm sending the thick cock ripping in and out of the boy's gut...

Making Love...

🍁 Still joined, Aakash slowly rolled on his side... Gunjan clinging on with all four limbs wrapped around, his ass still squeezing the buried cock, as if wanting to milk the very last drop of cum still remaining in the softening shaft before it slipped out.

Holding his chin Aakash tilted Gunjan's face up, smiling, "You are so cute!" kissing his mouth.

Gunjan simply let out a whimper in reply, his ass pushing at Aakash's groin... tightening the ring around the base of the nearly flaccid penis.

And thus they lay... limbs entangled, both torso caked with Gunjan's teen spunk... Aakash's spent cock heavy on Gunjan's lower thigh... the delicate anal lips fluttering as it pulsed and pouted out, the fresh deposit gently oozing out with each twitch, rolling down the smooth globe of the boy's ass... getting smeared all over by Aakash's untiring digits as he fondled the boy butt... the fingers slithering between the moist and slippery cheeks to gently pet the open orifice... his other hand caressing the glowing visage, running his fingers through the silky hair...

Both boys hungrily kissing each other... chewing on each other's lips... both wallowing in the lethargic afterglow... Content.

The late hour, the time, least of their worry...

The thought of the morrow, their long, early-morning scheduled trek to Kheerganga, the least of their concern...

Both happy to be in each other's arms!

Just glad to be naked... to be able to see, and to touch... to feel, and to caress!

Gunjan slowly reaching lower, wrapping his fingers around the still slimy, comfortingly warm phallus... squeezing the thick shaft softly...

"What?" Aakash smiled, and as Gunjan looked up at him, asked, "Want to suck, or just play with it?"

With a coy smile curling his puffed red lips, Gunjan swiftly rolled atop Aakash, straddling him... bending forward, his mouth seeking out the older teen's nipples, first kissing and then suckling on them... moving his face higher as his hands lifted Aakash's arms, his tongue slipping into the pits, kissing and licking, twirling through the lush silken hair, getting the strands wet and tangled... deeply inhaling the man-scent he had always so admired... kissing up the inner arm and then back down to the underarms again... before beginning his exploratory journey lower down the torso... emulating Aakash... returning the pleasures the older boy had given him over the past two days...

Soon crouched between the thighs, both his hands caressing the powerful, muscular upper legs while staring at the centre... at the slumberous appendage lying there on the manicured pubes, a harmless spongy flesh column, still glistening from their recent coital engagement...

Utterly mesmerised... looking on in awe... wondrous and wide-eyed as he tried to fathom how ever on earth did Aakash even manage to stuff that monster in his belly, past that tiny little constricted anal embouchure of his...

Even flaccid it looked frighteningly huge, scarily fat!

Slowly reaching for it, curling the fingers of both hands around the soft, warm flesh tube... lowering his face, pursing his lips as he paid obeisance to the ultimate mark of Aakash's potent virility - his magnificent manhood!

His fingers and mouth, his lips and tongue, lavishing the teen genitals with sacral reverence...

Caressing and kissing, lapping and licking... Fondling and cuddling, pecking and sloshing... Groping and groaning as he venerated the quickly hardening phallus...

Rubbing his hands, his face, his mouth, and his lips over, and through, the trimmed curls, the glabrous groin, and the smooth scrotum... pushing Aakash's thighs apart and bussing his way down the satiny perineum... his tongue flicking, his lips pursed... tickling the ruddy raphe as it disappeared within the folds of the ass crack...

And then up once more, sucking on the large testicles, one at a time, the glabrescent sac soon sopping wet, slick with his saliva...

Kissing and licking his way back up the engorged, flexing phallus... to the swollen glans... titillating the frenum while jerking and squeezing the shaft... finally lifting it off the abdomen and taking it deep in his mouth!

Both letting out loud groans -- Aakash full-throated, Gunjan nasally muffled.

Both susurrating their renewed arousal in a hushed medley of meaningless sonata... a muffled melody of their mutual joy... a contiguous series of nonsensicle phonations!

His cock once more crazed, pulsing with furious urgency, Aakash could only think of diving in and delving Gunjan's seething depths once more... but even in that maddening rush to mate, he wanted to first kiss that glorious little pucker some more... sense that maddening twitch against his lips, feel those delicate lips push and pout out... and only then would he plunge in and fuck the boy!

"Flip around..." Aakash growled hoarsely, reaching down and grabbing Gunjan's butt cheek, the fingers digging in as he tugged...

Gunjan, sensing the urgency, elated, instantly shifted... Aakash gripping his waist and literally heaving him over on top... the boy's aroused groin hovering above his face, before his eyes... quickly pursing his lips and lifting his head, kissing the throbbing penis, giving the boy cock a quick suck, swirling his tongue over and around the knotted testicles before lowering the boy, reaching over and prying open the plump cheeks... peering in...

God! the once tiny hole (still tiny, and still visibly tight), was distinctly swollen... the delicate lips pulsing and pouing out, offering fleeting glimpses of the tantalisingly moist innards with each throb as it oozed his semen... the deep crevice slimy with the leaked cum, the whole cleft glistening... the tender pink now a ruddy red!

With a lustful groan Aakash crushed his mouth in... licking past the testicles, right into the cleavage... stabbing at the gaping, cum leaking anus with his tongue tip... his lips and tongue furious as they worked the fluttering boi-hole...

Thrilling as he heard Gunjan let out agonised groans, the cries muffled by his own fat cock in the boy's mouth; seeing the hips sway, and the ass buck, pushing down at his lapping tongue...

Both rolled over on their sides... still noisily grovelling at each other's groin: Gunjan suckling on Aakash's cock, while Aakash slurped away at the tiny boi-pucker!

Both moaning and groaning as they prodded each other to dizzying new heights... soon achieving the crest of renewed arousal, overtaken by the desire to copulate... once more ready for another bout of love-making!

Rolling Gunjan on his stomach Aakash quickly mounted him, pushing the boy's legs wide apart and guiding his penis to the waiting hole... thrusting in!

Both crying out as he sank in -- at the amazing sensation of the cock slipping inside -- the well stretched, fully relaxed ring... the slimy, slippery cum filled passage, aiding in a smooth and swift penetration. Aakash's rampant cock slithering right in, down to the thick root...

Gunjan's sphincter finally tightening around the thick base as Aakash hilted himself, the fluttering membranes fluid around his buried shaft, squeezing, the grip vise-like!

Reaching under the boy Aakash gathered up his gentals, taking a firm hold of Gunjan's cock, beginning to masturbate him as he commenced the forever glorious ritual of mating...

🍁 to be continued...