Date: Mon, 10 Aug 2020 02:22:48 +0000 (UTC)
From: rilobo1 schoengut <rilobo1@yahoo.com>
Subject: melting-pot-27

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Melting Pot - Chapter 27 by Rich Lobo

As I turned to rush out to catch up with Atul, I noticed Robert's
assistants handing thick envelopes to the three remaining parents -- I'm
assuming copies of the annulment agreement. Walking quickly, both Neal
and Halmoni were on my heels. Chief Perry and Robert were standing at the
entrance with a now handcuffed and obviously shamed Subhash; by now, I
could hear their discussion. Robert was suggesting that we could and
should change he charge to "simple assault," under which Subhash could
be issued a summons to appear. Getting to the group, Halmone interjected
herself between Atul and Subhash, and Neal seconded Robert's suggestion.
Having him in jail would only complicate a resolution to the root issue,
when if he were issued a summons and did not return for court, a warrant
for his arrest would be filed with a bonus: he'd be arrested if he tried
to enter the US again. Chief Perry weighed this over, and said he'd do
it, as long as he could get Subhash's passport information to include on
the citation.

With Halmoni now standing in a battle stance between Atul and Subhash,
the former now seemed like he had no fight left in him: Neal just gave me
an elbow in the ribs, pointing to Subhash and noting "son of a bitch
looks like he just had his nuts handed to him on a plate by an old Korean
grandmother. I'm loving this!" Dileep was soon out, and was ready to
act as interpretor for Subhash. Before he could start, Halmoni stepped
forward and looked around to make sure her son was not in earshot as she
leaned forward and growled in English at Subhash: "You son of a bitch,
if you ever try to hurt Atul or any other member of MY family, I will
kill you, and it will be a painful death." Dileep grinned and
translated; Subhash just lowered his head in shame. Neal and Robert
explained what was going to happen, and Dileep translated while Chief
Perry removed the handcuffs. The rest of the parents -- in a loud
commotion -- came forward to where Subhash was being told what-was-what.
Atul's father, whose name was Anish, tried to grab Atul's arm to pull
him aside when in a flash, Halmoni had contorted the Anish's arm back
and up in what from his scream seemed to be a most painful episode,
saying in perfect English "please! I only want to talk some sense to my
son!" Halmoni growled again, in perfect English, "You can speak, but
try to touch him again, and you will pay with broken bones:" another set
of balls served up, hot and fresh.  She then released his arm to let him
shake it and try to regain sensation. Both fathers were now on full
notice that Atul was no longer under their control. The mothers were both
holding each other, crying, and wailing. Atul joined Neal, Robert, and
Chief Perry for a brief discussion.

After Chief Perry had issued the summons and released Subhash, who joined
the other parents, Neal began to speak -- with Dileep as translator.
Thankfully, our translator had made it outside by then, so we could hear
everything that was said. Neal told them that we were aware of Anish and
Subhash's plot to have Atul and Rana kidnapped and brought back to India
should either of the two children refuse to go willingly. I later found
out that this was the entire topic of conversation in the van trip from
the Airport. Neal then added some additional news: "our team in
Hyderabad has learned that you, Subhash, have engaged the services of a
Mr. Patel to handle those arrangements," whereupon all eight eyes of the
parents went as wide as saucers. "We regret to inform you that Mr.
Patel..." at this point, Neal looked to Robert for advice on verb tense
to use -- "has had, or will have,"  with a nod from Robert, he
continued "has just had a severe accident, and will likely not be able
to perform any tasks for quite some time. We hope you have not wasted too
much money in your enterprise. If you have learned anything about Atul's
new Melting Pot family, it should be this: accidents speak louder than
words."

It was then that Atul (with an angry, alert, and protective Halmoni at
his side) addressed them. "Even though I knew about your plans, and now
I know exactly where Rana gets her most appalling attributes, I agree to
have you charged with simple assault, which means you are free -- for
now. I can change my mind at any time, as long as you behave
appropriately -- and that means staying in your hotel room, unless you
have gone to see the evil bitch you forced upon me, conclude this
business, and depart for India. I'm told you have been given the legal
documents, and I would suggest you spend time studying them. Until then,
you have seen the last of me: I have a new family, and with them I will
have happy life, and am finished with you. All I have to do is press one
button to send messages -- as well as the entire presentation you have
seen to all of my and your contacts in India, informing them of what you
have done. With that, please understand that as of now, I have formally
disowned all of you. Anything else you need from me should be
communicated through Mr. Neal Turner, my attorney. His contact
information is in the envelope you have been given. You have until noon
tomorrow so sort out the shit you have created, and if not?"  Atul held
up his phone and mimed pressing a button. The parents began yowling with
indignation that now served no purpose.

With that, Atul turned on his heels and with head held high, came over to
me where he was immediately engulfed in a tight embrace. Atul was
trembling, but I knew he was feeling strong, whispering in my ear that he
wished I hadn't heard about the planned kidnapping. However, within
seconds, two little boys, and all the neighbors, joined the hug.
Robert's team then began herding the parents back into the hotel, and up
to their rooms. In the midst of the scrum, I gave Atul a quick kiss on
the lips. Carla noticed it, and simply smiled saying "I'm glad you two
are finally comfortable enough to be honest with us about it. You two
make a good couple, and I'm happy for you." From my right side, I heard
Halmoni's voice: "me too. Good job."

The group hug finally released itself, but Atul looked like a man
transformed: the sad, troubled eyes he had worn for so long had
something... a kind of... fire? In them. I've seen that look before, but
only in bed when he was deep inside me. I had a feeling this might be a
really "busy" night.  Atul told me he needed to break off to have a
brief talk with Robert and Neal, and he shot over. I took that
opportunity to pull Jin Woo aside, asking how he was doing with all the
new stress in life, and if he needed a little "Wednesday Afternoon"
time before Wednesday. His eyes sparkled at that thought, and with a
lowered voice told me that indeed, he needed some Wednesday afternoon
badly. I told him I'd see what we could do this weekend, and he seemed
rather pleased at the prospect: he gave me a hug, and a discrete kiss on
the cheek. It seemed to me that we had a couple of new "dad" figures
that could use a meet-and-greet of a much more pleasant variety than the
one we had just "enjoyed" -- or rather endured with the parents --
tonight.

With that, Atul came back over, and said that we could all head back to
the apartment. I was, of course, going to ride with Atul in his car,
which also (of course) meant that Alex would be with us. Felipe just
shook his head and grinned in assent, as everyone else piled back into
the minibus: we would all meet back at home. With absolutely no shame,
Atul grabbed my left hand, interlaced our fingers, and started toward his
car. Alex then did the same with my right hand (as was his right, after
all), and we were off.  I noted that Neal and Dileep after what looked
like a very intense, personal conversation got into their own cars , and
that they were following our convoy. I'd have to have a chat with Neal
very soon!

Atul held my hand all the way home, and Alex's hand was on top of ours
from the middle of the back seat. I tried to get him to put on a
seatbelt, but he was having none of that.  After the short drive back, we
all congregated in the parking lot; everyone seemed a bit exhausted after
the "show", but after all, everyone seemed to be quite pleased with the
result. Carla quickly excused herself, expressing a need to put her feet
up. Jin Woo and Halmoni said they both wanted to go visit Jason, and
update him on everything that had gone on with the parents. Juergen,
Jonas and Russell also had plans to make some dinner, and for Juergen and
Russell to get to know each other: the idea of this brought lurid
thoughts to my mind. Just how much were they to "get to know" each
other? Hmmmm, inquiring minds will be asking about that tomorrow.

That left Neal, Dileep, Felipe and Alex. Felipe announced that he wanted
to spend some time talking with us. I thought Atul might have had other
plans with Jason in the hospital, but he readily agreed, so we six went
into our apartment. We had barely closed the door behind us and our shoes
kicked off when young Mister Alex jumped up in Atul's arms, embracing
him tightly with his arms and legs. Alex told him that he was SOOO proud
of him -- "I want to grow up to be just as brave as you and my papa.
I'm proud to have you, Papa, and Rich as my heroes!" On that note, Alex
placed his lips directly onto Atul's, and began a passionate kiss, soon
returned by Atul, whose hands were cupping little Alex's buttcheeks. A
quick look around the room gave evidence that all the cocks around the
room were responding to the scene, quite possibly assisted by the
excitement and adrenaline of the last hours.

I looked Neal dead in the eye, nodding my head toward Dileep. He looked
back at me with a "who, me?" expression, to which I had to roll my
eyes.  Neal answered my unasked question: "not yet, He just got his test
results back today, so we are looking for a place, and I was kinda
hoping...." Dileep lowered his eyes, and turned about 2 shades of red not
normally seen in a subcontinental complexion. Hearing this, Alex dropped
down from Atul, and climbed up into a similar posture on Neal. He looked
at Dileep and said "cool! I think you two make a great couple, and I
wanna join in the fun when you are ready!" Subtle as ever... I just
responded to Neal with a fake pout, saying "after all these years, I'd
thought you would want to fuck me first, but whatever..." Neal was
concerned, but quickly saw through my bluff; "if you'd just told me all
those years ago that you wanted to fuck, it might've happened. Now
you'll have to settle for sloppy -- what is it?--thirds? fourths?" I
just had to laugh.

Meanwhile, Atul and Felipe seemed to have graduated from the
"hand-holding" phase earlier to  the "all-encompassing-embrace and
makeout" phase. Atul, whose mental state had been a concern of mine,
leaned back from the kiss, and told Felipe: "I want to spread my legs
very wide for you." Felipe returned the sentiment, but added that he'd
heard rumors, and wanted me to open him up a bit beforehand. Well, I kind
of figured this could happen; hell, I'd practically given them both a
permission slip to fuck earlier. Felipe and Atul began floating toward
the master bathroom, and Alex grabbed one both Dileep and Neal's hands,
pulling them toward the guest bathroom, telling them he wanted to
"supervise" their preparations (and quite likely their operations
too).  I was thus relegated to the role of "host". Oh well, at least
the show would be good, and I would reap additional benefits in bed with
my man later. I laid out the once again clean towels, made sure there
were adequate supplies in the guest/playroom. I heard clumsy banging
going on inside the guest bathroom, and went ahead and staged the mop at
the door. Since we had two "newbies" involved, the sling was taken down
and stowed: no accidents were needed.  I went ahead and took my clothes
off, ready to jump into the first available bathroom to "top things
off" as it were when Atul and Felipe came out, naked as the day they
were born. However, I don't think they quite had such powerful erections
on that day. I told them both the playsroom had been prepared, and asked
them to wait for me to do a quick touch-up, which took me no more than
two minutes to complete.

When I came out, they were still standing in the living room; Atul walked
up to me, taking me into his powerful arms and kissing me. He whispered
in my ear that he hoped I wasn't put out by him and Felipe doing the
nasty, I told him back not to worry, as long as I got my share later on.
From inside the master bedroom, I heard Atul's phone going nuts. Looking
at Atul with concern the told me "my parents have been blowing up my
phone with calls and texts, which I have ignored. No worries though;
Robert had me send them both texts to both them and to Robert's team, so
that they could also receive the texts and have them translated. In a
nutshell, they're alternating between `pissed at me', `scared of
me', or `wanting to apologize.'" The Klingons are correct: revenge is
a dish best served cold. Dileep, Neal, and Alex came out to join us --
all naked as well. We all automatically did the "gay scan" of one or
more of the men in the room, and were all pleased: to me, Dileep was
indeed a bit shorter, hairier, and slimmer than my man. He is indeed a
tasty morsel, but I'm keeping my man for myself. Nonetheless, I could
see how Neal had found his gay muse.

We all went into the playroom. I took Alex over to the armchair to sit in
my lap, and motioned for the others to occupy space on the spacious bed,
after explaining the new wedge foam pillows on the mattress. Atul looked
like he got the concept immediately. Then Felipe stood forward and took
the floor. "Guys, before we get started, there is something important
for me to do. My little guy Alejandro is becoming a man, and I want to
honor that fact publicly: I want to spread my legs first for him." The
room erupted in cheers and applause, and poor little Alex (for once)
didn't know what to say or do. Felipe handled that quite well by laying
down on the edge of the bed with his ass off the edge, and his knees
brought back to his shoulders. He grabbed a bottle of lube, and rubbed a
good teaspoon onto and into his anus -- which was now very well
highlighted with the glistening lube. I gently pushed Alex off my lap,
onto and across the floor to his father. Alex's cock was so hard it must
have been brittle.

Alex: "Really papa, you want me to fuck you? I thought you'd always be
the one to fuck me."

Felipe: "Yes son, (handing him the lube) I want you to lube your cock,
and plow it deep into my manpussy, and fuck me as hard as you can, and
blow your load deep into daddy."

Alex looked like he had just won the lottery -- again! This was the
second adult male ass he had been privileged to invade and conquer with
his own cock by the tender age of eleven!  We all gathered around in
witness and in wonder as Alex took tiny steps toward his father's
manpussy. He paused a moment to slather his cock with lube, and Felipe
grabbed and pulled apart his asscheeks, giving Alex a bit more purchase
than his nearly four inch cock would have otherwise had.  Alex was there,
and contrary to expectations, he reached out to grab his papa's ankles
which he then brought to his face. He kissed each of this papa's toes,
and then worked to spread and arrange Felipe's legs to his
specifications. Alex's shorter arms did not allow for a great range of
motion with Felipe's much longer legs, but nonetheless managed somehow
to find the perfect, hot, spreading of his father's legs. All of a
sudden, he found himself in a conundrum: his cock was so hard that he'd
have to release one of the ankles and forfeit his hard work so that he
could bring his cock into port. I just grinned at the bit of
consternation on his face, and said "buddy? You want me to help you with
that?"  He just looked up at me and nodded yes. I grabbed the little
cock with my thumb and forefinger, and brought it down to where it could
now lodge in lips of Felipe's mancunt. Alex then looked his father in
the eye, and said "you are the best papa in the whole world. I love
you." All of us were at risk of shedding a tear or two at that, but
Felipe had a great response: "I love you too, my little guy, but right
now you need to fuck me: pound your papa!"

Hot mood restored, Alex moved his hips forward, gliding each of his four
inches deep into his papa's ass. He began swinging his hips to and fro
with a surprisingly good rhythm and tempo. He didn't jab too deep nor
pull out too far. On his last "test drive" with me, he had been a bit
of a jackrabbit in his tempo, and all over the place with his aim; this
time, he was adopting more of an adult posture, and it looked like he was
actively seeking his father's prostate. I knew Felipe's prostate was a
tad further up the tail than most, but Felipe did begin to exhibit signs
of prostate stimulation -- and it must be true, because Felipe was too
new to the concept to fake it well. Regardless of the improvements in
technique, Alex was on the knife's edge, and wouldn't be lasting soon.
Sure enough, roughly two and a half minutes in, Alex planted, and began
grunting: he was seeding his father. Alex had the hugest grin on his face
as he pulled out, and hugged me tightly.

I asked Dileep how much experience he'd had with male to male sex, and
with a blush told me he had no experience at all, but now that he'd made
up his mind and actually told his parents with absolute certainty that
they must stop their plans to marry him off to the daughter of a family
friend, and furthermore, stop the incessant matchmaking, he had decided
to move forward with an honest life as a gay man. We all congratulated
him, and welcomed him into our local G&B tribe of the LGBTQ community.
Internally, I'm betting that Neal is going to end up much more "G"
than "B", but we'll see. I told him that it was fortunate that he was
here tonight, because he will be getting a live and up-front lesson as to
one of the most awkward aspects of life as a gay man: learning to
successfully and pleasantly have anal sex. Both Neal and Felipe have had
sex only a handful of times, and they are likely to learn something from
this. I ran down the basics of hygiene and ample lubrication with them,
and now began to show Dileep a live example of how to "prepare your
partner". I asked Neal and Dileep who would be the bottom and who would
be the top tonight. Dileep shyly admitted that he had long been secretly
using a dildo to explore things "down there", and was now able to take
in a dildo about eight inches long and six inches in circumference.
Relieved that he had some experience, I asked him to lay back with
Felipe, and have Neal mirror on him what I was about to do with Felipe in
order to prepare him for Atul's piece.

I ran through the standard deep, penetrative rimming strategy, followed
by the 1 finger, 2 finger, 3 finger, 4 routine (if the top is well
gifted), stressing the importance of keeping in touch with the bottom to
make sure there was no excessive pain. A good rubric is "a moan is good,
a groan is bad," and to vocally check in with the bottom, requiring
clearance at each step to move to the next step. Neal and I worked in
lock-step along with the procedures, and were soon ready to introduce the
"real thing" to our partners. I asked Neal to halt while I went ahead
and put my cock in Felipe in preparation for Atul's, so that I could be
there to monitor Neal's penetration of Dileep, as Neal was not lacking
in either the length nor girth departments.

It didn't take much time to get inside Felipe and loosen him up, so now
we were on point for Dileep and Atul to spread their legs for their man.
Atul slathered his cock with lube, as did Neal, and both took positions
with cockheads on manholes. I knew (trust me) Atul was competent in
making penetration without trauma, so I spent most of my time monitoring
Neal. Alex decided he wanted to "monitor" Atul. In Neal's case, there
were a few issues and faulty starts, but it wasn't long until his creamy
white cock was halfway embedded into the dark caramel aperture of a
heavily moaning Dileep.  By that time, Felipe's eyes were nearly bugging
out at the attention Atul's cock was giving his prostate; at this rate,
Felipe wouldn't last as long as Alex had with his father. I just
whispered to Atul that perhaps a little less emphasis on Felipe's
prostate might yield a longer session, but I shouldn't have said
anything. The man had had an incredibly rough day, and that was laying on
his soul, meaning that multiple orgasms were on the menu for poor Felipe:
I get the feeling he will survive. Sure enough, Felipe was ejaculating
hands-free all over his chest and stomach, and feeling Atul's load weigh
down his guts, but rather than stopping, Atul was going to literally plow
through until the next orgasm, and it was here that Felipe began
producing filthy verbal commentary about how Atul's cock felt inside
him, and how all his cum had lubricated his insides. Neal by now was
plowing a very discombobulated Dileep at a murderous pace, they would
find their own paths to joy, and so I pulled away taking Alex with me
back to the armchair; I was determined to fuck my own little boyfriend
into oblivion while the other four adults in the room began working
through the grammar of intense sex with a man.

I soon had Alex resting on his shoulders on the floor, with his legs
spread up in the air so that I could pile drive him. In this position, I
could clearly see his ass cheeks contract and flex with each deep
penetration, as if he were trying to force my cock upward that it would
have more contact and friction with his prostate.  I changed my approach
and aspect with respect to his body, with one foot planted on the floor
in front of Alex, and one foot on the floor behind him in a kind of
scissors posture between his legs.  I kept changing that approach by 90
degrees every few minutes, effectively changing the vector of my cock
inside his sheath, discovering new things about Alex's boypussy with
each change -- I would have to investigate this position with Atul too!
Alex was moaning heavily by this time, but soon he demanded to go back to
our tried and true missionary, but with the wedge pillow this time.  The
pillow proved to be a game changer for him, as the aspect of his prostate
to my natural angle of entry seemed to be complementary, adding a new
sense of pressure and pleasure to the massage of his prostate. There was
evidence for this now, as Alex was actively drooling rather than
dribbling pre-cum as I built up to our orgasm, both of us having grown in
proficiency to time them in near synch with each other.

Alex and I came back to the present date and time. He climbed up in my
lap to snuggle in my arms and eventually fall asleep there, a feeling
that was close to perfect for me. While I noticed that Atul was still
quite engaged with Felipe, and that a large wet spot had appeared on the
towel underneath them, it looked like Neal and Dileep were cuddled
together, face to face, and I could hear them whispering, but couldn't
make out any meaning from it. All of a sudden, Atul roared, his head
lifting back in the air: he was coming again, and I could make out
droplets falling from their junction and down to the towel. Atul stayed
embedded for some time, allowing his cock to deflate a bit before he
could pull out. In the interim, I advised Felipe that Atul made no small
deposits, and it would be an excellent idea for him to head directly to
the guest bathroom as soon as Atul was out. When Atul did pull out, that
beautiful, sperm slicked weapon slung around with him as he turned to
face me, informing me that he was not yet finished for the night. Felipe
took heed of my warning, and was quickly up and in route to the bathroom
to "download" the collected contents, and I grinned at the treat in
store for me in our bed after everyone had gone home.

We all cleaned up, and a very happy father and son took their leave,
heading upstairs hand in hand. I offered both Neal and Dileep the guest
bed for the night, should they want to discover the bliss of sleeping
with your man. After some dithering, and then discarding any concerns
about what the soon to be former Mrs. Turner might have to say, it was
decided that they would stay here to act as bodyguards for Atul (any old
excuse in a storm). I wanted very much for their relationship to prosper,
because they really do complement each other -- and it would be
beneficial to my relationship with Neal to simply refer to Dileep as
Dileep, or as "Mr. Turner" -- it would be clean, and without the
first,  current, second, third, former, etc... modifiers. I also wanted
Atul to have someone from his background in close orbit, so that they
could both have touchstones to their past.

Tomorrow was Saturday, and while theoretically we'd have nothing to do,
I'm sure the parents will find some way to subsidize the day with grief.
Neal and Robert had made arrangements for us to find out what would go on
with their visit to Rana, and as a bonus, Robert had detailed the
"Hispanic" employee to accompany them through the process of visiting
Rana. Also, her court appointed attorney had conveniently not been
informed of the parents' visit, so he would not be there, hence there
would be no privileged communications, and Robert's employee would be
free to record the visit, as would the DeKalb County Jail, who regularly
records family visits. From this, we'd have intelligence as to what Rana
would be told and advised, and we could act on that immediately.  These
people were clumsily falling all over themselves: they may be Masters of
the Universe back home, but here they were clowns without clues. Atul and
I took a nice, hot shower together, which turned into a nice soak and
bubble bath with LOTS of caresses and kisses in the tub. He seemed like
he was a bit tense yet, but also seemed like he was looking at a light at
the end of the tunnel. He ended up falling asleep contentedly in my arms,
and I quickly followed suit. Tomorrow was another day, and with hope,
would be free of some of the incidents of the last week.