Date: Sun, 12 Apr 2020 22:22:38 +0000 (UTC)
From: rilobo1 schoengut <rilobo1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Melting Pot 3

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Melting Pot - Chapter 3
By Rilobo1

I arose early on Tuesday, and quickly did my usual rounds. Ididn't quite
know what direction my talk with Atul would take, or what traininghe'd
need, so I did take additional time with my shower, and quickly used
thewand enema attachment as well. Just before 7:30, I heard the rowdy horde
of thegreat unwashed -- also known as Alex and Jason -- out in the
breezeway waitingfor the bus to arrive. I stuck my head out, greeted them
both, and asked themto pipe it down lest they stir the wrath of the great
dragon Rana. They bothrolled their eyes and giggled at this just as the bus
arrived. They both madetheir way to the bus, but Jason turned back to me
and mouthed "I love you": howprecious is that child! I then rummaged
through my kitchen drawer holding allthe local take-out and delivery
menus. I knew Atul was vegetarian, so I foundthe menu for "Kathmandu", a
Nepalese restaurant in Clarkston in the sameshopping center as the
Thriftown and the halal butcher. Kathmandu has anextensive selection of
spicy vegetarian cuisine from the Indian Sub-Continent.I ordered some Methi
Aloo (a potato dish), Gobhi Masaledaar (spicycauliflower), some rice, and
some Naan bread to pick up shortly before 12 whenAtul arrived: I wanted him
to feel comfortable. After taking care of someclient needs, and then
picking up lunch, I was back at home and had just madesome hot tea when
Atul knocked, precisely at 12:00 Noon. We sat at the table,and quickly and
informally ate out of the to-go boxes.

After lunch, we moved to the couch so we could talk morecomfortably. He
told me that he had a system recompile going, and didn't haveto be back
into his office until 2:30 PM, so I dove right in and told him firstthat in
order to help, I needed to know where things stood, and what level
ofexperience he had. I also made full disclosure as to what Jason had told
me inyesterday, and swore to God that anything said in this apartment would
stay inthis apartment, and that no embarrassment or shame was needed. I
then asked himif there was anything he'd like to change, comment upon,
deny, or add -- towhich he replied that Jason's recounting was quite
accurate.

He did, however, want to give me the full context of hismarriage to
Rana. He had told me before that his marriage was arranged by bothsets of
powerful, politically connected parents, and that a huge dowry had beenpaid
in order to confirm the marriage arrangements. What he hadn't told me
isthat his marriage had never been consummated: on the wedding night, they
bothgot undressed for the first time together, and she shrieked at his
erect penis,calling it "Vaikalyam," or "deformity" in Telugu. I did
remember Jason tellingme of the "vaikal something" word he had heard
several times in Atul'sapartment. He said that she frequently uses that
word to refer to him, and willhave nothing to do with him. What I didn't
know is that a Hindu marriage isabsolute, and many times not even death
ends it. For him to divorce, or evenlet his parents know that he was
miserable in this marriage of their choosingwould be an intolerable insult
to them. In short, he would just have to makethe best of it. He said that
in fact he had found a Telangana woman's groupnearby, and would start
taking Rana there regularly to spend time. Hopefully,that would calm things
down at home, but he had given up on the hope of a realmarriage.

I asked him if he had ever been with a woman or man beforenow, and he
laughed a little. It seems that in India boys and girls are oftenkept apart
by the families until their wedding nights. As a consequence, manymale
friends will practice kissing each other or fool around (or more) untilthat
time. He had kissed a few of his male friends, but after having come tothe
United States to go to school, he honored his family's expectation that
hewould have no personal contact with women until they found him a wife. He
thenadmitted to having one or two fumbling matches with other college boys
though,but fondling and kissing only.

This conversation seemed to confirm all of my earliertheories, and I was
ready to roll out my plan for his "training" needed to makeJason happy. I
did at the outset tell him this: "Atul, yesterday I saw yourpenis in its
full glory, and I have to tell you it is not "vaikalyam". I thinkit is
perfect, and after yesterday, I know it was absolutely designed forJason's
happiness." I then asked him for his trust over the next two hours, asI had
an admittedly unconventional method of demonstrating it, and training himto
be the best possible partner for Jason. Atul said he trusted me, and for
the second time in as many days, I tooka young man's hand, and led him to
my bedroom.

When we got there, I took both his hands and told him how Iknew that
messiness was a huge detractor in the relationship with Jason, andthat the
beach towels on Sunday proved it -- to which he blushed momentarily. Itold
him about the lube, and how that would help, and then told him how Itaught
Jason how to clean himself out in advance. He was immediately curious,and
wanted to know how. I told him that I'd need to show him directly, and
thatit would be necessary to clean himself out order to demonstrate and to
teachhim the skills he'd need to experience for himself how things feel --
hecouldn't deny that logic. But first, he'd have to remove his clothes to
starteverything, otherwise, it would be far too messy. I told him that
Jason was aboy who needed to know that he was at the center of his man's
attention, andthe best way to do that was this: I walked up to him, stared
him squarely inthe eyes, and forced him to keep eye contact with me. I
unbuttoned his shirt,took it off of him, and hung it on the bathroom
doorknob, then (again keepingeye contact) dropped to my knees and removed
his socks, one by one, placingthem on the dresser. Next followed his pants,
and they soon them hit the floor,and I took them off his feet one by one,
and then -- with intense focus on hiseyes, took the waistband of his boxer
shorts in each hand, and slowly loweredthem to the floor, and off his
legs. His penis was already erect; I stood, lookeddown at his cock then
back up in his eyes, smiled and said "it is indeedperfect", and he grinned
at me. I asked him how it made him feel maintainingeye contact through the
disrobing process. He thought about it for a second,and said that it made
him feel like there was no one else in the world but us atthat time, and
that it made him feel wanted. My response was "exactly, and thatis what
Jason needs."

I then instructed Atul to undress me in the very same way:to show me that
he understood it. He kept eye contact with me, did a fantasticjob, and by
the end, I was as hard as he was. Next came the enema, which Ibriefly
explained to him as I did it. He thought it odd, but quickly saw theutility
in the process. He asked if he should clean me out, but I explainedthat I
already had done that. Next was the shower, and the cleaning of thecockhead
and the anus. In all honesty, I couldn't wait to get my hands on hiscock
and pull back his foreskin to get a glimpse of that glorious, naked
glans.He was still hard as a rock, and it took a moment with the washcloth
to cleanall around and under the broad corona. I knew that when Jason's
prostate wasbeing battered by this sledgehammer, he would be in heaven. I
then moved on tothe anus, and was impressed by the little moans and shivers
he produced throughthe whole process. I guess no one had ever touched him
there, and he wassurprised to find how pleasurable it could be.

I told him there was no need for him to wash me, but heinsisted: he had
never seen a circumcised cock before, and was dying ofcuriosity. It turns
out that fully erect, I'm only about a half inch shorterthan he is, and
about the same girth. Shortly after that, we got out of theshower, toweled
off, and went to the bedroom. I had both of us sit on the edgeof the bed,
and told him that I had some good news and some bad news. The badnews is
that the insertion of Atul's penis caused a lot of discomfort for Jason,but
Jason refused to tell him. Atul opened his eyes wide in shock, dismay,
andworry, but I quickly brought him the good news: there was something Atul
coulddo to make it much, much easier for Jason, and told him it was called
"rimming".I got on my knees in front of him, and asked him to raise his
knees to hischest and spread his feet. He did so, and I immediately went in
for the fullrimming session on his clean, hairless anus. He jumped at
first, but then tooka deep breath and started to moan deeply, discovering
how incredible it felt. Icould feel his aperture begin to open bit by bit,
until my tongue was deeplyinside him. I pulled away for a second, and saw
that a gape had begun to open.I asked him to actively relax back there, and
went back in with full tongue,grabbed the lube, and prepared my curved
fingers for his mind blowingdiscovery. After a couple more minutes, I
looked again and saw a full inchgape. It would not last long, so I inserted
my two curved fingers, and went onthe hunt for his prostate. He started to
protest, but that protest lasted onlytwo seconds and ended when I found
said prostate and began massaging it. Aswith Jason, he went nuts, beginning
to rapidly spew out pre-cum from hiscockhead and moaning/screaming with
lust.

I pulled out then, and he protested with a gasp. I sat withhim as he
collected his breath and told him that's what Jason feels when youare
inside him. I then showed him my curved fingers, demonstrating what I
hadbeen doing to his prostate inside, then I held his cock hook up next to
myfingers, and showed him how perfect his cock was for Jason. He got
itimmediately. Next, I got up on the bed, pulled my legs back, and told him
toshow me that he could do it correctly. He didn't waste a minute, and
within secondshis tongue was getting its bearing in my own anus. He copied
my movementsprecisely, and soon found myself moaning like a bitch in
heat. I felt my holestart to relax and widen, and told him to lube his
cock, and find my prostatewith it: Jason needed for Atul's cockhead to know
what to look for. Atul jumpedup, slathered lube on his cock, and the
missile homed in on its target. I willadmit at some concern arising: his
cock looked huge, angry, and highly needy! Ishouldn't have worried: the
ministrations of his tongue took the lion's shareof the shock out of
penetration, and he was in quickly. As I'm an adult, andtherefore larger,
it did take Atul a second or two to locate my prostate, but witha bit of
coaching, he was soon on it, he started hammering with that glans, andI was
in utter delirium. I told him over and over how perfect he was, and
howJason was going to love him more and more. I only wished he would pound
me fulllength, and so I vocalized that with poetic language like "fuck me
deep! Poundme!", and he complied.  I did, however,after some time come to
my senses and told him he could stop now, but he washaving none of that,
saying he needed to prove to me how well he was going totake care of Jason.

He pounded me hard without pause for five more minutes (!),until I insisted
that he stop and pull out, because I had a few more things toteach
him. This time, he obeyed. The first thing I wanted to show him was
hiscock, because it was clean -- with the exception of some easily
removable lube.I grabbed a nearby towel, and wiped him and both our anuses
clean. He wasflabbergasted at how pristine the environment was, and thanked
me for theenhanced knowledge. I told him my towels would thank him if he
followed theplan, and he laughed.  Then, I told himhe was an expert fucker,
and I hoped he would consent to come by, from time totime, and hard breed
my ass into oblivion, giving me all his load -- to mysurprise, he said
"yes", and that he really enjoyed fucking me. It was then timeto give Atul
the final key to the Kingdom of Jason.

I began by telling him that simultaneous orgasms, when theyhappened, tended
to magnify the effect for both partners greatly, and that thisis what he
should be seeking with Jason. I continued telling him that while menand
boys have the same basic equipment, that equipment functions
differentlybefore and after puberty. After puberty, men produce wet
orgasms, and can onlyproduce another orgasm after a certain amount of time
-- based upon the man'sage -- had passed. This was called the "refractory
period." Additionally, wetorgasms generally took significantly more time to
build for most men, and assuch, simultaneous orgasms were difficult to
coordinate and reach. For boysbefore puberty, orgasms were "dry", meaning
no emission of sperm, but possiblysome prostatic fluid, or pre-cum might be
emitted. For boys, orgasms could betriggered frequently and easily. Thus,
simultaneous orgasms between a boy and aman could -- with planning and
purpose, be easily achieved.

Finally, I told him that he needed to learn how to triggerJason's orgasm,
and that he needed to make sure Jason had as many orgasms aspossible during
their lovemaking, but most importantly, one at the beginning,and the
principle one at the end when he, Atul, had his orgasm. He wasintensely
curious as to how to trigger Jason's orgasm, and so I told him to layback
on the bed, spread his legs, and I would demonstrate. Atul
compliedquickly. I got between his legs, lubed up two fingers on my right
hand, curledthem, entered, and then began massaging his prostate
again. After a minute, Igrabbed his marble-hard penis with my left hand,
skinned back his foreskin todisplay his massive, obscene, leaking glans,
and devoured it with my mouth,dragging my tongue all over it with maximum
friction. Within a very fewseconds, his entire body stiffened, and he began
screaming and depositing loadupon load of sweet cum into my mouth. I
couldn't keep up with the swallowing,and soon it was copiously leaking out
of my mouth and onto the bed. A part ofmy mind considered this deluge of
cum might be the final piece in the mysteryof the beach towels. The other
part of my mind was in complete awe of this man.After a few moments of
recovery, I found a towel, wiped my face, his tackle,and the bed. I then
looked into his eyes, and asked if he now knew what theconnection between
the prostate and the glans could mean for the happiness of mylittle buddy
Jason. Breathlessly, he nodded "yes".

It took a few minutes for Atul to catch his breath, and Iselfishly used
this time to ogle his lithe, fit maleness. I kept expecting the9 inch
tumescence to deflate: this I wanted to see, because I had only everseen
him hard. However, it never went down (hello? refractory period?).Confused,
because Jason had told me that Atul got soft after getting "messy,"so I
asked him about it. Atul confirmed that this was something new, but it
waslikely because everything was so clean. Each time before, there was
enoughmessiness to ruin the moment for Atul. He quickly looked at his
watch, lookedlike he was figuring out an algebra problem, and then turned
on his side toface me. He looked me in the eyes, told me he had a bit of
time before he hadto be back at work, and then politely asked me like a
dowager at a tea party ifhe could possibly be allowed to complete his task
of pounding me and giving mean orgasm. Who was I to refuse: I said yes,
laid back on the bed, and raised myknees to my chest.

Atul jumped to his knees, re-lubed his thick, brown cock, takinga few
handstrokes to get the lube underneath his tight foreskin, each
strokeallowing that swollen, purple glans a bit of air. Then, with his
shaft shiningand waving through the air like a sword, knee-walked between
my legs, raised myfeet to his shoulders, established smoldering eye
contact, lined up, andpenetrated me fully in one deep stroke. I was in
heaven. Atul then grabbed anankle in each hand, pulled my legs straight,
and spread those legs to theirmaximum angle. Atul deep-dicked me for about
10 minutes like that until my ownerection returned with a vengeance, his
hook and glans taking swipes at my prostateon each down and upstroke. I
tried a couple of times to stroke my own penis,but Atul, keeping eye
contact, smacked my hand away each time. Then, heswitched his strategy, and
started short, fast jabs aimed at mobbing myprostate with that beautiful
hook and huge purple pommel. The boy caught onquickly! Within seconds, I
was far from coherent and could only vocalize moansand grunts. I began
feeling my own orgasm approach, and spread my legs evenwider to give him
better access, and he took advantage of it. He read thesigns, pounded
faster, and then reached down to grab and begin masturbating mycock. This
did the deal for me, and my pelvic muscles began contracting down onAtul's
cock inside me, and shooting my load between us. He closed his eyes in
agrimace, and his glans seemed to swell even larger. He screamed loudly
anddeeply, and started cumming again -- a LOT of cum -- inside me. Again,
the loadcouldn't be contained; I felt and counted at least huge 7 jets, and
it began leakingout of my asshole and onto the bed. I'd have to visit the
laundry room again,but I wasn't about to complain.  Hefinally began to
deflate, looked me in the eyes again, and breathlessly thankedme as he slid
out with an audible "pop". I now knew that his soft penis wasbeautiful too,
that I'd created an insatiable monster (perhaps two of them), andthat Jason
would be well attended. Atul looked at the new, but entirely whitemess, and
I told him that in future, beach towels might be in order, and that
perhapshe should push all the way inside when cumming: that way, there'd be
more roomto catch his prodigious production, and he nodded in
understanding, filing thatinformation away for the future.

I then brought up my final lesson: I told Atul that Jasonneeded to be
kissed, kissed well, and kissed frequently. Therefore, I needed tomake sure
Atul could kiss properly. To his credit, Atul leaned down, wrappedhis arms
around me, and began kissing me with a soft, gentle passion. He rampedup
the kissing, adding tongue, humming, and body pressure. I was so turned
onthat I would have signed over my entire estate to him. He just grinned,
andsaid that learning to kiss boys was one of the few benefits of growing
up inIndia. I told him that I'd not discussed kissing to Jason at all, and
that Atulwould be the best teacher for him. Time was short, so I reached
over to thenight stand and pulled out a tub of wet wipes; with them and the
towels, hecleaned up, and quickly dressed. As he dressed, I asked if he
were free at 4:30the following day (Wednesday), and he said yes. I told him
to review what hehad learned today, and be ready for Jason tomorrow. He
grinned broadly,promised to do so, and quickly left to get back to
work. Right afterward, Idecided I wanted to keep his load inside me a bit
longer --- it had been such along time between loads! I dressed, made a cup
of tea, went out on the veranda,and waited in the warm sun for Jason to
come home from school. When he andlittle Alex got home, I asked him to come
inside so I could talk to him forjust a minute or two. Alex cast a
questioning gaze, but Jason told him he'd seehim outside in a few minutes
with his skateboard, and Alex scampered upstairs.Jason came in, and I told
him very quickly that I'd had time to talk with Atul,and that he needed to
be in my apartment no later than 4:00 PM tomorrow to "getready". Jason lit
up like a Christmas tree, and promised he'd be here on thedot!