Warning: The following story depicts rough sexual activity involving teenage boys. If this subject matter is illegal for you to read or you do not wish to read it, leave please. In this story a pair of Pakistani best friends, Ryka and Shaheed, have a secret meeting where sparks quickly fly and adolescent passions simmer. Ryka is the narrator.

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Shaheed wasn't just my friend; he was like family. I'd never known another boy like him, and he was the one that I spent most of my time with. It had been two years since we'd first met by chance at a marketplace near the school we went to. He'd been kicking around a soccer ball when I made a joke about the way he was shaking his butt.

"I like you," he told me, his black eyes looking down slightly before they turned up to meet mine. "You remind me of the brother I never had."

"Very funny," I laughed. "So, you never had a brother, but you think I'd make a good one?"

"The best. Here, hold these," he pushed the soccer ball toward me, and I gripped it as if it were a firm, warm butt cheek. He giggled. "I'm Shaheed," he added. "I'd shake your hand, but I see you've got them full of ass."

"True..." I said as he took off for the nearest row of fresh fruit. "I'm Ryka," I called after him and I wasn't sure that he'd heard me until he turned his head back over his shoulder and gave me a naughty, little smile, one that would haunt me for years after. God, how I wanted him, even then, but he didn't want to be just friends.

We did everything together from that day on, me mostly following him around the large city of Lahore where we both lived in and helping him with his after school errands. I was happy to be around him so I could watch the way that his body moved slowly and deliberately through the sea of city people. His wavy, dark hair was often pulled up and away from his face and I couldn't help but love the way his high cheekbones made him look so handsome.

Shaheed could've been an actor. His tanned skin was the perfect shade of bronze and her eyes a wide, honey brown. His smile was wide, and his brain was proof in the way he acted. I had to be at my best to keep up with him and it made me a better person. I stood by and watched as many other kids tried to make him happy, and failed.

"You're the only one that truly gets me, Ryka," he told me one day as we sat on his couch together. We were supposed to be getting ready for the party he'd planned with all his friends, neighbors, and cousins. We'd be celebrating his 14^th birthday.

"A lot of good that does me, bro," I answered, having accepted that I was like a brother to him and that he was never going to see me as anything more. He looked so handsome, dressed in a modest dark black suit that covered most everything. I knew what was underneath. I'd stolen glances of Shaheed's body over the years, even though he was mostly a good boy and kept his manhood covered. I'd filled in the missing pieces of his body for all the pieces I wasn't allowed to see and I knew that he was the boy that I would've done anything for.

"You're actually a lot better off than most boys," Shaheed reminded him.

"Shaheed, do you really think of me as just a brother? Have you ever thought of me as something more?" I asked, begging for him to tell me that I had a chance, even if it wasn't possible. There was a part of me that had been holding on this whole time, hoping that somehow, he'd give me a chance to show him that I was more than just a friend or foster brother. I loved him deeply and yet I couldn't show him that love because he wouldn't allow me to. He had kept me close as a friend and he didn't show any signs of that changing at all.

"Why do you always ask this when you know why? You're my brother and I love you in that way, no more," he made sure I understood by staring me down until I'd no choice but accept his feelings once again. I'd done everything I could to help him, not just with his party but with anything and everything that Shaheed had wanted help with. He took me for granted and I knew it. Many of my other friends believed that I should let him go and accept it and I was starting to wonder if they were right. Maybe it was time to stop following Shaheed around like an orphan. Tonight, I was going to open myself up to other people besides him. If he thought of me as a friend then maybe another boy would think about me as something more.

By the time everything was ready for the party and I was helping cook roasted lamb to replace what had already been eaten, I'd forgotten all about opening myself up to others there. My eyes followed Shaheed as he darted around the party speaking to all his guests intimately. He was a good host and I couldn't help but think that he would make a great boyfriend and husband. Then it hit me. He was never going to be either of those things to me. He was just my friend, my brother.

"Hey, those look delicious," one of Shaheed's cousins tapped me on the shoulder.

"Oh, thanks!" I smiled and pulled the lamb from the grill and placed it on a platter to be taken inside and cut. I was finally done with the grilling and I could make my way into the party. I saw a boy with dark, curly hair sitting by himself and recognized him from another party a few months back. His name was Mustafa and though he wasn't as handsome as Shaheed, he was still good looking enough to make me walk across the room and say hello to him.

Mustafa was quiet and mysterious, which was quite different than what I was used to with Shaheed. We talked in hushed tones, enveloped fully in the conversation. Mustafa was smart and determined to be an English teacher, whatever that was. He was working on his junior year at university, while I was in my freshman year.

"I'm glad you came over and talked to me," Mustafa batted his eyelashes at me and I liked the way he was openly flirting with me. It was such a nice change from the way that Shaheed had treated me like I was nothing more than a funny, younger brother. It was nice to be seen as a potential love interest for once and I let myself to be swept away.

I didn't notice the hours passing by and I certainly didn't notice the way Shaheed was looking at Mustafa and me as we aimlessly talked about one thing after another. I'd never been so interested in a conversation and somehow, I'd forgotten all about Shaheed.

"Hi, brother!" Shaheed called, tapping me on the shoulder. I turned shyly away from Mustafa and saw that Shaheed didn't look right. There was something weird in his smile that wasn't normally there, and he had his shoulders pulled together so tightly it made me want to give him a shoulder massage to help him relax.

"Hi, bro! How's it going? Did you enjoy your party?"

"Mustafa, I'm sorry, but everyone but family must leave now. We're doing a family thing next."

"Oh, really? That's too bad. Ryka, do you think that I can give you my number so we can keep in touch?"

"I'd like that," I said honestly and I couldn't help but notice the impatient sigh that sprang from Shaheed as Mustafa typed his number into my phone.

"Call me," Mustafa said in a sultry voice that I'd never heard from a Pakistani boy. I knew what he wanted, and it was me. I couldn't believe that I'd finally met someone that wanted me as more than just a friend. I was so used to being put into the friend zone and held there permanently that I didn't quite know what to do with someone who really wanted me.

"I will," I assured him as Shaheed pushed Mustafa to the door and gave him a firm good-bye.

"So what's this thing that involves only family?" I asked Shaheed when he had closed the door.

"It actually only involves two members of my family. You and me," he pointed to me and then to himself.

"Us?" I asked, confused.

"Follow me!" Shaheed quickly grabbed my hand and pulled me out the back door and then out the back gate.

"Where are we going?"

"Somewhere where we can be alone," he explained but he still didn't tell me where we were going. We walked half a block before I realized that we were going to his cousin's house. All his family was back at his parent's home, which meant that if we got into the house we'd be completely alone. I watched as Shaheed fished out a spare key from behind a loose brick. He gave me a very stunning look, one that I'd never seen from him before as he opened the door and invited me to go in.

"After you," I waved him forward nicely.

"Thanks," he answered as he walked through the front door. The smell of his grandmother's cooking still lingered in the kitchen. "Mmm, it smells good in here."

"Yeah, your grandmother's a great cook."

"I have a great family," he said, although the tone in his voice had changed. He led me to the couch where he sat down, nervously twiddling his thumbs. He looked down at his feet and I was a bit uncomfortable in the silence as I waited for him to say something, to explain what we were doing there. He opened his mouth to speak but couldn't seem to get the words out.

"Shaheed, what're we doing here? You said we had a thing that was only family and made Mustafa leave. Why did you do that?" As I said that I started to put everything together. Shaheed had been jealous of the way Mustafa and I were getting along. He'd seen me flirt with another boy and it had made him jealous! I was overjoyed at the thought of this, realizing that maybe I did have a chance with Shaheed after all. After all this time I was finally going to get my chance.

"I don't know. I just felt like I needed to be alone with you."

"And now that you're here, what do you want to do?" I prompted him.

"I want to kiss you," he said.

"Wait! I thought we were just friends, or brothers."

"Shhh. Don't talk about it," he leaned in and I felt the pull toward his mouth. There was no way I could resist that beautiful mouth of his no matter what I tried to do. Thoughts of Mustafa were instantly flown from my head and in their place was complete and utter devotion to Shaheed. I leaned in to meet his lips with mine and I let myself to fully feel the heat of his kiss.

It seemed like time stopped. The world was spinning as my arms settled around Shaheed's waist and his arms reached up around my neck. I was lost in his kiss, no longer able to fight my urge to take him. His mouth tasted like sweet honey and his body against mine was all I had ever wanted. I'd never felt so opened by a boy before, so at his mercy. With Shaheed, I felt like I was perfect like I was supposed to be here with him, and this was meant to be.

"Whoa" he said as he pulled away. "If I knew that kissing you would be this great, I would've done it a long time ago."

"You would've?" I asked him.

"I don't want to stop," he admitted, and we wildly kissed again. My hands began to move all over his body as we made out. I couldn't believe how perfect he felt against me or how much I wanted to pull every piece of clothing off his perfect body. I couldn't wait to see his body, but I knew that I probably wasn't going to get to see it just yet. Shaheed was a good boy, not the kind of boy who offered up his body easily.

I kissed him with no expectation, my cock getting achingly hard against his stomach. I knew his skin was just a few layers of clothing away and I wanted to feel his skin against mine. I kissed him with all the passion I'd saved up inside of me, making sure to moan right into his mouth to let him know the fire of my need for him. I loved him. I already knew that, but I didn't want to be stupid and tell him this truth yet. If he didn't already know, he did a good job of ignoring the fact that I'd been romantically wanting him for years by then.

"Let's go to Mamoon's room," Shaheed suggested and then he gave me a tiny wink that made my heart melt and my cock stiffen even further.

"Yes, let's do it!" I agreed and he led me by the hand, looking back at me with excitement to make sure I was just as excited as he was.

"Here we are," he cooed.

"Here we are." I pushed him back onto his cousin's bed and climbed on top of him, my lips finding his. I had him going so well that he began to moan and so I felt like I could get away with pulled his clothes off him. I lowered the pants a bit, revealing his simple, black briefs. His body filled them out in the perfect way and my cock could barely stand the wait. I needed to be inside of him more than I needed anything else in my life. This was the boy of my dreams.

"Take off my pants. Get naked. I need you." Shaheed shocked me with his words, and I couldn't believe that he was asking me to take his clothes off. In fact, he sounded like he was begging me to take his clothes off. I couldn't remember how I'd gotten so lucky, but I thanked God as I pulled his blue shirt up and over his head. He didn't protest when I pulled his briefs off and then went to remove his t-shirt.

"Let me help you," he said, reaching back to grab the bottom and then carefully pulling his hands from the bottom up and then tossing the shirt to the floor. "Now you."

I looked around the room for windows or any other sign that this wasn't real or a joke. I didn't see anything that would get us caught and so I shrugged and took off my clothes until I was standing naked next to the bed as Shaheed watched me curiously.

"I never knew my brother had such a nice body," he remarked, making me blush. I was embarrassed by his comment, but I'd admit, I felt the same way.

"I feel the same about my brother. You're the most beautiful boy I've ever seen in my life," I said honestly. I meant it. No one was more beautiful than Shaheed was to me.

"Kiss me," he begged and so I climbed on top of him and kissed him until my cock was pushing against him tight, little hole. I could feel his wetness and suddenly, I was pushing into him. I made love to him at first, touching him with my cock and my mouth everything that I felt for him.

I could feel his feelings for me, and it was shocking. He had pretended that he wasn't into me. He had called me his brother. Had he been testing me this whole time? Had he been treating me as a brother to make sure he liked me? I couldn't really know the answer and so I gave myself to the moment, letting Shaheed's ass grip my cock until I was so close to cum that I thought I'd cum already.

I pulled out of him just in time.

"Why did you stop?" he asked.

"You know that I love you, right? That I'd do anything for you?" I asked him, hoping he understood.

"I know. I feel the same way. You're more to me than just a brother. I hope you know that."

"I do. So, will you trust me with what I'm about to do?"

"What's that?" he asked innocently. I wondered if other boys had done to him what I was about to do. I'd tried things like this with some other boys I'd slept with over the years that no one would ever find out about. I wanted to try some of them now with Shaheed just in case this was the only time we made love. I wanted to get in as much as possible.

"Can you trust me?"

"Yes," he smiled. "I trust you."

"Okay, if you need me to stop just say bomb,'"

"Okay...why would I want you to stop?"

"It might hurt at some points. Is that okay?"

"You like rough sex?" Shaheed's eyes got large with what I thought was worry.

"I do and I think you'll enjoy it if you give it a chance," I offered, trying to make him feel secure about what was about to happen. I could feel my excitement coursing through my body as I looked down at his dark skin and his short, dark hair I just loved. I looked at the curve of his hips with his legs spread and how sexy he was. I let my love get hot until it grew into lust. Then, and only then did I enter him again.

I took control of his body but even more importantly, I took control of his soul. Instead of holding him, I held him down. Instead of kisses, there were nasty words coming out of my mouth. Instead of orgasms, I'd bring her just to the edge of shooting and then stop. I teased him, opening him up to his core, exposing him to the truth of my love and the height of my desire for him. I didn't just want to give him pleasure. I wanted to use him. I wanted to have my pleasure from him, and I wanted him to want this.

My sick mind flew, rolling in and out of thought and body until I wasn't thinking anymore, and only being. I was being my real self as I slapped Shaheed's blessed handsome face. I watched as he winced. My cock got harder.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked Shaheed.

"You just hit me!" he screamed.

"Did you like it? Did your cock get hard?"

He paused, lost in his own head as I continued to pump my cock inside of him, slowly and deliberately at first but then with increasing violence. I was grunting with every thrust to emphasize how much of my energy was being pounded into his butt.

"You're my bitch, my hot little bitch. Aren't you?" I paused for his answer, but he didn't respond. "Do you want me to stop or are you my hot little bitch?"

"I'm your hot little bitch," he responded in a small, repressed voice.

"That's what I thought," I said, flipping him over so he was on his hands and knees. "I hope you like hair pulling."

"I do," he said softly, and I knew then that he was having the time of his life. I could feel his wetness and I pushed my cock into him from behind. His ass cheeks were sweet, and round and I could feel them brushing against me as I pumped in and out of his ass. I'd never felt an ass as perfect as his and I couldn't stop myself from grabbing him by the hair and pulling his head back toward me.

"Owww!" he sang and his ass went into spasms. I hadn't counted on this side of Shaheed, but I'd hoped that my predictions were right about him. I'd always known that he was the perfect boy for me, but this was the first time he'd given me anything but rejection. I thought about all the times he'd turned me down and it made me mad inside. The pent-up rage was coming out through my cock as I fucked him harder and harder until he was gasping for air as he was shooting cum. Orgasm after orgasm came from him and still, I kept right on pounding him.

Maybe it was all the times he'd rejected me that had me so mad. Maybe it was all of the built-up tension about wanting Shaheed finally being released that made me fuck like such a crazed bull but I couldn't seem to stop pounding that ass into a pulp.

He was orgasming again, screaming and writhing underneath me. His hips had sunk to the bed and he was completely at my mercy. With every stroke of my cock, his entire body would seize up as part of his orgasm. I'd never seen a boy cum so much and I knew that I'd been right all along about Shaheed. He was perfect for me.

I flipped him over onto his back and immediately pressed down on his neck with my dominant hand. He made a choking sound, but his eyes were smiling with mischief. He was loving this as much as I was! My cock got still harder, to a level of hardness even I didn't know I could achieve. I used it as a weapon to destroy his insides until he was spewing cum so hard that his eyes had rolled back into his head and his hips were lifted up so that his ass was open and ready for my cock. He was fucking me like a whore, like a girl who really loved sex. I'd never been more turned on in my life as I watched Shaheed cum on my cock so many times that his brain was probably permanently scrambled from the repeated impact. I felt so powerful as he screamed out in pleasure.

"You're the best fuck I've ever had!" he screamed and hearing him say this hit me in just the right spot in my head that it touched all the nerves running straight to my cock and gave me the best orgasm I've ever had in my life. I came inside of Shaheed without thinking but he said nothing, only opening his legs wider to take my heavy load.

"What do you mean, I'm the best? How many boys have you been with?" I asked him.

"Enough to know I love being roughed up and fucked like the slut I am," he laughed.