Date: Mon, 10 Aug 2020 05:01:22 +0200
From: Tamil Tails Writer <tamiltails@gmx.com>
Subject: South Asian Perverts - A Love Story (Part 10) (Young Friends, Gay)

South Asian Perverts - A Love Story (Part 10)


This is my first attempt at writing a story.


I want to tell the story of a young boy blossoming into a underwear-loving
pervert as he finds and sustains love at a young age.


Please feel free to contact me at tamiltails @ gmx.com.


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Moving things forward yet again.




The last day of grade eight was a few days away. It was June 22 and tonight
was graduation. Aadhavan and Muhammad had already celebrated ten months
together. Their relationship had been able to withstand the dreary winter
months of thick sweaters and long pants. The boys rejoiced in the arrival
of summer. June had arrived with authority and every day had been
suffocatingly hot. The sweat dripped down their backs and created puddles
in their underwear. They had traded underwear each and every day since the
end of March. Aadhavan had been spending at least one night a week in
Muhammad's bed while Muhammad spent at least two nigths a week with
him. Their bodies had also changed a lot in the past six months. Aadhavan's
dick had grown an entire inch, now measuring at exactly six a half inches,
while Muhammad had miraculously exploded in size to match his
boyfriend. The height differential was almost nonexistent now. Aadhavan
seemed to have plateaued at 5'9" while Muhammad was only a half inch
shorter. Their equal footing made it a lot easier for the boys to make out
at lunchtime in Mr. Nicholson's classroom.


There had been a lot of changes in Aadhavan's family life since returning
home from their winter vacation. In February, Aadhavan's dad got a
promotion at work that allowed him to work a regular nine to five job
during the week. This weekend freedom made it a lot easier for Aadhavan and
Aachuthan to have more involved social lives, even if that meant their dad
was often driving them anywhere and everywhere they wanted to go. In March
Aadhavan's mom decided that she was not going to be returning to Canada
until at least January. Her mother's health had still not deteriorated and
she had simply regressed to her pre-married life in Sri Lanka. No one was
upset by her news. This announcement actually led to one of the more
positive changes in Aadhavan's life: his father had been putting aside
money from his paycheques so that the family could lease a new home. The
home happened to be less than a three minute walk from Muhammad's house and
it had a bedroom for both Aadhavan and Aachuthan. Aadhavan's dad and
Muhammad's dad had practically become best friends due to working together
and now living in the same neighbourhood. They had even joined an adult
cricket club to spend even more time together. Through it all, they
continued to support and encourage the relationship between their sons.


One night in mid April while the new house still felt like something that
might be ripped away from them, Aadhavan heard dad arguing in Tamil on the
phone. He knew his mom was on the other end of the phone.He heard his dad
very loudly and very clearly tell his mother that Aadhavan's sexuality was
not a choice and that he was going to be allowed to live his life in any
manner that made him happy. Aadhavan was thankful that Muhammad was in his
bed that night. And while Muhammad understood nothing until Aadhavan was
finally able to explain it the next morning, he held his weeping boyfriend
until he simply cried himself to sleep.


Academically Aadhavan continued to thrive. He was many heads and shoulders
above his peers in the school. He would soon discover that he had been
awarded four of the top honours for graduation (mathematics, English
language arts, the prestigious principal's award, and valedictorian). The
science and phys. ed. awards would be given to Muhammad. Their teachers and
fathers were astounded that the boys had such a positive impact on each
other that they could cause such academic excellence. For high school, both
Aadhavan and Muhammad had been accepted into a highly competitive math and
science focused program. They were the only two students from their whole
school who had been accepted from more than fifteen kids who applied.


Outside of school Aadhavan had continued to practice his soccer skills with
Muhammad. Aadhavan had such natural talents that he tried out for the
school team in the spring. The grade eight boys became such a juggernaut
that they won their entire division and went undefeated to win the regional
championships. Aadhavan had even been asked to try out for Muhammad's elite
rep team, something that Kishan had further begged him to agree to
do. While he was ultimately successful, Aadhavan declined the offer and
asked his dad if he could try to join a swim club instead. Aadhavan's body
had flourished due to all the physical activities. His abs were almost as
clear as Muhammad's had been in September, though Muhammad's body had
blossomed so much that he now had a very visible six pac. Both boys had
also sprouted significant pit hair, with Muhammad having the bushiest pits
of the two. The boys never wore deodorant when they knew they would be
spending the night together. Muhammad's Bengali skin was otherwise still
very smooth, but Aadhavan's darker brown Tamil skin had a thin layer of
dark hair around his pecs, down towards his much denser pubic hair, and all
over his now athletic legs.


The only negative with the end of school was that Aadhavan's friendship
with Kishan had seemed to reach a natural conclusion. After returning home
from the ski trip Aadhavan had discussed at nauseum with Muhammad how to
confront Kishan about his threesome with Aachuthan and Mr. Park. It turned
out that he didn't need to worry because Kishan eagerly filled him in on
all the details when school resumed after the break. As winter turned to
spring Kishan seemed to identify as being gay instead of bisexual. He had
also become infatuated with his teacher. As the school year began to wind
down, so did KIshan's relationship with Aachuthan, but the opposite was
true of Kishan and Mr. Park. From what Kishan had shared with Aadhavan,
they started spending a lot of time together outside of school. Kishan
hadn't mentioned if Mr. Nicholson had ever been involved and despite his
curiosity, Aadhavan had never asked.


Aachuthan, on the other hand, continued to keep his sex life a complete
mystery to his family members. It had taken some prodding, but the younger
brother finally admitted to Aadhavan that he had suggested to Mr. Park that
the older man should come up north while the family was at the resort. He
still spent a lot of time out of the house after school, but without a cell
phone Aadhavan wondered how he was making plans with his secret lovers.


***


At the graduation ceremony both Aadhavan and Muhammad dressed in matching
dark blue suits that their fathers had bought for the occasion. Underneath
his suit, Muhammad wore the boxer briefs that he had borrowed from Aadhavan
on that fateful day in the library in September. Aadhavan couldn't no
longer comfortably fit into the briefs that Muhammad had worn that day, so
Muhammad had prepared a special treat. He wore a pair of briefs to every
soccer practice and game for six weeks and he wiped up all the sweat from
his balls and pits with his underwear. They also wore each other's
undershirts for graduation feeling a erotic layer of sweat caress their
chests and nipples beneath their dress shirts. It took so much effort for
the boys to finish getting ready instead of immediately falling onto the
bed and making sensual love in their dress clothes.


The ceremony was emotionally draining for the boys as they were preparing
to say goodbye to the school that had brought them together and allowed
them to openly date each other. The gymnasium had no air conditioning and
the boys were dripping with sweat. Aadhavan could feel sweat pooling in his
armpits and in the trench of his ass. He wished that Muhammad was sitting
beside him so that he could enjoy the scent of his boyfriend whose body was
electrified in the exact same way. By the end of the ceremony Aadhavan was
ready to hide from the world. He had received so much praise and attention
prior to his speech that he was feeling overwhelmed. He had even managed to
get away with an entire anecdote about his love for Muhammad, eliciting
cheers from all his classmates.


Aadhavan and Muhammad suffered through the endless parade of
parent-requested photos after the ceremony. He posed with many of his
classmates and almost all of his teachers. The only teacher that seemed to
be avoiding him was Mr. Nicholson. The grade eight graduates all tried to
enjoy a dinner and dance after the ceremony, but the school staff had
ensured that all students were picked up before 10 PM.


However, unbeknownst to the teachers, the boys had all been invited to an
after party at Niko's house where his parents had offered their backyard
and pool. Aadhavan and Muhammad had agreed to go for a very short cursory
visit. Muhammad Sr. dropped the boys off and told them that Aadhavan's dad
would come whenever he got the text to come, as long as it was before
1:30. Even though the next day was a school day there was no expectation
for them to actually go. All the boys were in the pool by the time they
arrived but Aadhavan and Muhammad needed time to get changed.


"Bro, just go upstairs to my room and get changed," Niko told Muhammad with
a wink that went unnoticed by Aadhavan.


Inside NIko's bedroom the boys found a very neatly organized space with the
lights dimmed. The bed was tidied except for a pair of boxer briefs and a
card with both of their names on it. "Aadi and Mo," the card read, "I've
always been a little upset that you never asked to wear my underwear, so I
hope you enjoy this special treat." The underwear was damp with sweat, as
if Niko had been wearing it that evening, and when Aadhavan unfolded the
fabric there was a very large and very fresh load of cum inside the
pouch. The smell was electrifying.


"What do you think?" Aadhavan asked calmly, his voice steady and
emotionless.


"Well, I know you used to be a slutty underwear thief," Muhammad teased in
return.


"Is it wrong to do this?"


"It's just you and me, Van, nothing is wrong about this."


Muhammad then took the underwear in his hands and he licked up roughly half
the load of cum and held it in his mouth before passing the boxer briefs to
Aadhavan who quickly gobbled up the rest. The boys swirled the cum in their
mouths before wordlessly pressing their mouths together in a deep kiss. The
taste of Niko's cum was much stronger and then texture much thicker than
they had ever experienced. It was the first load they had ever shared that
belonged to someone else. Their dicks throbbed in their suits, though they
each understood that their erections stemmed from the shared experience
rather than a desire for Niko himself.


The boys began to undress each other knowing that they did not have a lot
of time before someone would come looking for them. They could hear the
loud voices of their classmates splashing in the pool outside the open
window. Aadhavan slipped off Muhammad's suit jacket, pulled the shirt out
from his pants, and then began to unbutton his shirt starting from the
bottom. There were very damp and wet spots in each of his pits which caused
Aadhavan's dick to throb with lust. As he began to expose his own stained
undershirt clinging to Muhammad's abs the scent of his boyfriend's body
began to drive him crazy. Muhammad stood in front of him wiearing his dress
shoes, pants, and undershirt that exposed an inch of his abs and half an
inch of the waistband of his underwear. Aadhavan moved to take off his own
suit jacket, but Muhammad stopped him.


"I want you to do this still dressed," Muhammad whispered, "You look so
sexy tonight."


Aadhavan finished undressing his boyfriend and stared at the Bengali boy's
completely naked body. His circumcised dick throbbed as it bobbed angrily
in Niko's bedroom. Muhammad stood naked in the bedroom until Aadhavan
helped him put on Niko's American Eagle boxerbriefs. He rubbed Muhammad's
cloth-covered erection until the entire shaft was throbbing against the
blue fabric. He licked the shaft and tasted the residue from Niko's load
and the sweat that tasted like it had been collecting in the underwear for
many days. He grabbed onto his boyfriend's balls and he eagerly grabbed
Muhammad's cut dick head in his mouth. He expertly sucked the fabric into
his mouth as he tried his best to suck Muhammad's crown into his
throat. Muhammad rubbed his boyfriend's sweaty head and whispered crazed
words of encouragement. Aadhavan rubbed one hand on Muhammad's almost
chiseled abs and the other hand on his boyfriend's shaft as he sucked on
the throbbing head of Muhammad's perfect dick. Without time to efficiently
edge his lover, Aadhavan used his oral skills to bring his boyfriend to
orgasm within minutes. He watched the white cum ooze from Muhammad's piss
slit into the now much darker blue fabric. As Muhammad calmed down from his
orgasm Aadhavan rubbed his boyfriend's cum into the underwear. It may not
have been the most mind-blowing orgasm of his life, but Muhammad was beyond
satisfied.


Muhammad helped lift Aadhavan up onto his feed and then proceeded to now
undress his boyfriend. He started by helping Aadhavan out of his shoes and
socks and then slid his pants down his legs. Aadhavan was throbbing in his
boyfriend's sweaty soccer briefs as the brief taste of Muhammad's load
slowly made its way across his tongue. Muhammad loosened Aadhavan's tie and
pulled it from him before starting to unbutton his shirt from the
top. After a few buttons were pulled apart Muhammad pulled the dress shirt
and undershirt over his boyfriend's head. The younger, hairier boy now
stood naked in front of him. His uncircumcised dick throbbed and pointed
upwards towards the ceiling, many drops of precum seeping from the tip and
sliding down his shaft.


Muhammad slipped off Niko's even more soiled underwear and helped Aadhavan
to pull it on. He looked at how Aadhavan's dick throbbed in the filthy
underwear and Muhammad noticed how the head of Aadhavan's dick seemed
pressed against the exact same spot where Muhammad himself had ejaculated
his sizeable load. He lovingly caressed his boyfriend's throbbing dick with
his mouth and face, feeling the wet remnants from his own orgasm rub
against his skin. He latched onto his boyfriend's dick and began to suck
hungrily. He tasted something more familiar than what Aadhavan had
experienced. While Aadhavan tasted Niko's sweat more prominently, Muhammad
was treated to his own cum seeping into the blue boxer briefs. It was a
taste he loved, made even more powerful when connected to his boyfriend's
dick. The boys had given each other so many underwear blowjobs that their
mouths had become so used to massaging each other's shafts through
fabric. In this activity Muhammad loved it best when his boyfriend was
wearing his underwear and Muhammad could taste his own cum, sweat, and even
drops of piss through the fabric. Muhammad eagerly made love to his
boyfriend's six and a half inch dick with his mouth before he felt the
slightly taller boy dig his fingernails into his shoulder and immediately
let loose with a powerful orgasm. Aadhavan stood there as Muhammad rubbed
the fresh cum into Niko's briefs before stripping Aadhavan naked and then
folding the boxer briefs gently and laying them on Niko's pillow.


Aadhavan and Muhammad dressed quickly in their swimsuits, placed their bags
and dress clothes in the corner of Niko's room, and then headed downstairs
and out to the pool.


"Finally!" Niko called from the pool. "We've been waiting for you guys to
arrive! I hope my mom showed you where to change." Aadhavan was thankful
for Niko's tiny white lie. While Aadhavan thought they had been upstairs
for over an hour, in reality it had been much closer to twenty minutes.


For the next ninety minutes the fifteen boys at the party horsed around in
the water. Aadhavan and Muhammad were shocked by how many of their
classmates eagerly - and somewhat impatiently - encouraged them to make out
in front of them. Aadhavan brushed away any embarrassment as he considered
he couldn't see many of them after this week. For the rest of time in the
pool both Aadhavan and Muhammad had semi permanent erections made worse by
the number of boys who seemed to want to grab them and try to slip their
hands into their swimsuits. It was late enough and the lighting was dim
enough that Aadhavan was never quite sure who was touching him, but he was
absolutely certain that Niko never tried.


Just before 12:45, Niko's dad came out and made sure that all the boys had
rides home. Aadhavan had to run inside and to text his dad and ask to be
picked up at 1:15. When he returned he was surprised to see that most of
the boys had thrown their swimsuits into a pile at the edge of the
pool. Even more curious was that Niko and Kishan seemed huddled together at
the other end talking quietly. Aadhavan didn't have much time to process
his thoughts as he was pushed into the water and his swimsuit was pulled
from his body. A final game of grab ass ensued until NIko's dad flashed the
lights and yelled to the boys to get dried off. Aadhavan had felt so many
hard dicks in that pool yet none of them felt as spectacular as
Muhammad's. In a closed eye text he would be able to pick out Muhammad's
six and a half inch dick without a doubt.


Aadhavan's dad drove both boys home and forced the boys to brush their
teeth before letting the exhausted boys finally go to bed. Almost
immediately the boys fell onto the mattress, maneuvered their bodies into
their preferred cuddling position, and promptly fell asleep.


***

It was 1 PM when the boys finally woke up to a deserted house. Their dicks
were quite erect but not throbbing, mostly due to the painful backup of
their bladders. As if he knew the boys, Aadhavan's dad had left a note
stuck to the bathroom mirror saying that he had informed the school of
their absence and to stay home and rest. The boys simply went downstairs to
the kitchen and stuffed themselves full of leftovers before Muhammad pulled
Aadhavan onto the living room couch. It was a semi-strict rule that they
were not allowed to have sex in public spaces in either house, but no one
was home, so it was okay. Right?


Both boys were still only wearing their underwear as they landed on the
couch. It was still the same underwear they had worn to the ceremony the
previous night. Craving more skin on skin contact, Aadhavan peeled off his
pair and then helped his boyfriend squirm out of his. The two naked
teenagers year olds began to kiss passionately as Muhammad found himself on
top. Their tongues wrestled together as the boys' bodies melted together
into each other. Muhammad had developed a more passive role in their
relationship, but right now he was the more aggressive of the pair. His
body straddled Aadhavan as he began to grind into his boyfriend. His rock
hard circumcised penis rubbed against the now much firmer torso of
Aadhavan. Muhammad tried as best he could to force his tongue deeper and
deeper into Aadhavan's mouth.


As Muhammad tried to shove his entire being into his boyfriend's mouth,
Aadhavan's hands were busy rubbing Muhammad's hips. The young soccer star
had such a tight, athletic body that Aadhavan always felt like his
boyfriend was an adonis. His ass had just become more firm and even more
arousing to the touch since they had started dating. Sometimes when the
boys were making out, Aadhavan's dick would throb so heavily that his
precum would squirt out in such bursts that Muhammad would often wonder if
his boyfriend had ejaculated. On this early summer afternoon Aadhavan's
body jerked and writhed underneath Muhammad and a torrent of liquid escaped
his dick. Muhammad withdrew his tongue from Aadhavan's throat and leaned
away from his boyfriend to see that it was just a pool (more like a lake!)
of precum that was coating both of their abs.


Muhammad smiled devilishly at Aadhavan and rubbed his fingers through the
clear liquid on his heaving abs. Both Aadhavan and Muhammad were quite out
of breath from the intensity of their kissing. Muhammad easily flipped his
body around so that his asshole was now facing Aadhavan. He then began to
lewdly rub his slick fingers around his asshole as Aadhavan stared at the
erotic scene in front of him. He watched as Muhammad's fingers tapped
against his own asslips, still impossibly tight despite the frequency of
their love making. Aadhavan watched intently as Muhammad's fingernail
gripped the skin of his rosebud and ever so slightly pulled the lips
apart. This sight caused his dick to throb even more violently as a deep
moan escaped his mouth. Once Muhammad was done rubbing his own pussy he
leaned forward and pulled his asshole away from Aadhavan's hungry mouth as
he reached for his cell phone on the other side of the couch. Grabbing the
device he then slammed his body backwards and with experienced precision
landed his asshole right on Aadhavan's hungry and eager mouth.


Aadhavan pressed the tip his tongue right on the centre of Muhammad's
asshole feeling both the heat and the desire from his boyfriend. The sound
of the moans coming from Muhammad soudned louder and more insistent than he
had expected. He continued to lick and suck on the perfect pussy in front
of him as he continued to hear a chorus of moans. He recognized his own
voice and reluctantly pulled his face from between Muhammad's cheeks. On
the television screen he saw the video from the night of Muhammad's
fourteenth birthday. Muhammad had spent almost six weeks editing the
footage of the video until he was satisfied with the results. The boys had
spent Valentine's evening together watching the video and refusing to touch
themselves until it was done. The video expertly wove together feeds from
three devices to create a feature length film of two boys bringing each
other to orgasm twice. They now watched the video together almost every
time they were alone at home, always happy that the televisions had a
screencast ability.


Aadhavan grabbed his boyfriend's waist and pulled Muhammad's ass back to
his open mouth. He rubbed the boy's muscled thighs as he pressed his own
lips against Muhammad's pussy lips and began to heavily make out with
Muhammad's anus. He was so engrossed in his expert analingis that he was
almost unaware of Muhammad's treatment of his body. Muhammad licked in
between Aadhavan's balls with hungry satisfaction. The heat and stink
emanating from Aadhavan's body only caused Muhammad to thrust his asshole
more insistently into Aadhavan's face. As Muhammad's hole began to spread
open and Aadhavan's tongue entered its happy place, Muhammad's body
responded the only way he knew possible. He howled for almost five straight
minutes as his boyfriend's tongue probed the entrance to his boy pussy
without ever removing his tongue.


When he was able to regain control of his other senses Muhmmad began to
lick and suck on Aadhavan's throbbing dick. He easily took the six and half
inches of his lover into his throat and coated the shaft with his
saliva. He gagged every so often when Aadhavan's tongue would less than
gently caress that special spot inside his asshole. He may not have ever
been a boy scout, but Muhammad was always prepared. He passed a small
bottle of lube behind him to Aadhavan who proceeded to quickly press his
slick fingers into Muhammad's asshole.


Demonstrating his innate athletic ability (which could have allowed him to
be a champion gymnast), Muhammad quickly and effortlessly maneuvered his
body so that he was once again on top of and facing Aadhavan. The heat that
seeped from deep within his pussy was like a magnet that begged for its
opposite to complete him. He gritted his teeth, placed his hands on
Aadhavan's increasingly beefier pecs, and then began to slide his boy pussy
down his lover's dick. The head of Aadhavan's dick was always the easiest
part because unlike his own circumcised six and a half inches, Aadhavan's
was thickest in the middle. Muhammad moaned contentledly as the head
breached his hole, and then cursed heavily as he allowed the next three
inches to invade him too quickly. Aadhavan had placed his hands on
Muhammad's ass cheeks and pressed his boyfriend deeper onto his dick until
Muhammad moaned and screamed as he felt Aadhavan's pubes rub against him.


The boys had fucked over two hundred times over the course of their young
relationship. For more than eighty percent of those occasions it had been
Aadhavan's dick piercing Muhammad's pussy. Yet this position was still
relatively new to them. Muhammad began to ride his boyfriend's dick as he
squatted over Aadhavan. His thick and muscular thighs allowed him to
comfortably remain in this position and his strong core muscles gave him
the power he needed to bounce up and down on the throbbing shaft. He was
able to slide up and down Aadhavan's six and a half inch dick until just
the tip grazed his asslips before slamming himself back down onto
Aadhavan's body. The thickness of the middle of Aadhavan's shaft always
caused him to lose his breath and he would consistently cry out when the
girth of his boyfriend's dick massaged his asshole.


Muhammad threw his head back and cried out in ecstasy as Aadhavan began to
make attempts to thrust upwards to meet Muhammad's ass. Muhammad started to
jerk his own dick as he felt his balls tighten painfully. He gripped his
own six and a half inches until he felt his orgasm rush through his
body. He gripped the head of his dick tightly and aimed it towards his
boyfriend's face. Muhammad slammed his body down on Aadhavan's dick as his
own dick sprayed white streaks over Aadhavan's chin, lips, and upper
torso. Muhammad could feel his boyfriend's dick throb and expand inside of
him. Muhammad leaned towards Aadhavan and began to lick the streaks of cum
from his chest and face. The boys pressed their mouths together and all too
soon Aadhavan unleashed his own load inside his boyfriend. Aadhavan almost
choked on Muhammad's invading tongue as his orgasm rocked his body and
caused him a momentary high that made him forget everything happening with
his body.


The afterglow of their orgasms lasted for quite some time. The video
continued to play on the screen as Aadhavan's mostly hard dick rested
inside Muhammad's hole. Muhammad contorted his body so that his head could
rest comfortably on Aadhavan's chest. Their breathing slowed and their
heart rates began to sync together as their eyes became heavy and they
faded into each other.


They were awakened a short time later with the annoying sound of an
incoming message on Muhammad's cell phone. The simulcast on the television
screen told them it was a video message from Niko. Muhammad tried to reach
back and grab his phone. It took quite some effort to keep his balance and
stay rooted on Aadhavan's hardening dick, but he eventually grabbed the
device.


The message was a link to an almost ten minute long video of Niko. Their
classmate was standing in his bedroom wearing the same pair of boxer briefs
that Muhammad and Aadhavan had abused the night before.


"Dudes!" Niko almost shouted. "I expected you to keep this underwear, I
never thought that you would give me such a fucking special treat! I can't
tell you how fucking hot it was to get to feel and taste your cum almost
fresh from your dicks! I won't tell you how I knew you'd like it, but man,
I wish you were interested in actually playing together."


On screen Niko proceeded to run himself until he was rock hard in his
soiled boxer briefs. When Niko peeled down his underwear to expose his dick
both boys uttered a moan in shock. Muhammad couldn't beleive the size of
Niko's dick. He had been expecting the boy to have something much larger,
but in his eyes it was just over six inches. He was uncircumcised and his
foreskin covered a much larger portion of his dickhead than Aadhavan's
foreskin. But the girth of his dick was equally shocking. The boy had a
thick dick. As NIko began to stroke on the video it was clear that his
fingers couldn't quite wrap around his dick. Aadhavan, on the other hand,
was startled by the very thick pubic bush that Niko exposed. His torso
always looked so smooth, but his pubes were so dark and so very thick,
unlike the dirty blond hair on his head his pubes were so dark, almost
black. Aadhavan wondered if Niko shaved his chest. How else could the boy
be so smooth yet have such an enormously beautiful and thick bush. Even his
balls looked like they were covered with a dense layer of fur.


Their curiosity became more severe at the exact same moment. Niko picked up
his dirty boxer briefs and walked closer to the camera. He then pressed his
face into the pouch of the fabric and took a loud whiff and then
winked. Muhammad could feel Aadhavan's dick throb as this happened and he
also began to grind his boy pussy onto his boyfriend's rock hard dick. The
boyfriends started round two as they watched Niko chew and suck on the
loads of cum they each deposited into his underwear.


Niko repositioned himself and sat on the carpeted floor as he placed the
phone between his legs and began to jerk off with his American Eagle briefs
covering most of his face. He then leaned back and let his fingers brush
against his own hole. His asshole was as furry as his pubic bush. Aadhavan
could feel his mouth water as he saw the dark trench of sweaty hair. He
immediately thrust his pelvis upwards and bounced the tip of his dick
against Muhammad's prostate causing the older boy to shudder and scream.


The experience was all too surreal for the lovebirds who desperately wanted
to prolong the experience, but Aadhavan's dick was having none of it. He
knew that he was teetering on the edge of orgasm. He pulled Muhammad's body
closer to him so that Muhammad's dick was grinding against his torso. He
created a perfect pattern of fucking back into Muhammad's pussy while
allowing Muhammad's throbbing circumcised dick to fuck against his body.


They had all but stopped watching Niko on screen as the boys worked towards
their second orgasms of the afternoon. Aadhavan could feel his first load
coat his bare dick as he passed the point of no return. He felt Muhammad's
dick head throb one, two, then three more times before he fucked upwards
and the two boys exploded at almost the same time. Their bodies were too
exhausted in their post-orgasmic glory to even comprehend how and why it
had happened.


Their bliss was rudely interrupted by the sounds of Niko's moaning on
screen. They turned to watch as Niko splashed a massive load of cum all
over his abs. As he squired, Niko moaned, "Aachuthan, I wish you were
fucking me!" which caused Aadhavan and Muhammad to separate and sit up in
shock. While silently wondering if what they heard was true, they watched
Niko wipe up his massive load with his blue boxer briefs and say to him,
"Aadi, I'll put these in my backpack so you can swipe `em tomorrow if you
want!" And then the video ended.


"My brother's a total slut," Aadhavan couldn't help but laugh.


"He's fucked at least three people in our class if you count Mr. Park!"
Muhammad agreed.


Aadhavan was growing more and more accustomed to his brother's sexcapades,
as much as they differed from his own. Nothing would shock him anymore.


Aadhavan and Muhammad sprayed the living room with air freshener, opened a
few more windows, and then went back to the bedroom for a nap. They had to
be woken up at 7 PM for dinner. Neither boy was too happy when Aadhavan's
dad told them that they had to sleep in separate beds that night, but the
next day was the last day of school and they had the whole summer to spend
together.


***


The next day was the very last day of elementary school for Aadhavan. For
years he had been waiting for this day to come, but as he arrived at school
he realized he was quite upset. The only thing that kept him from
collapsing was that he and Muhammad would be going to the same school. But
there was no guarantee that they would have any of the same classes
together. High school would be a brand new beast. The whole school year had
been such an emotional roller coaster for him. It was amazing that he had
managed to maintain a healthy relationship with Muhammad and continue to be
an academic allstar.


Today was such a write-off for all students and teachers. It was just a
glorified party day and an excuse for teachers to use students to clean and
pack away supplies for the summer. For the grade eights, this meant sitting
back and trying to enjoy the last day of being together. Aadhavan was
surprised that most of his classmates had actually come to school. There
were only a few that didn't show up - mostly due to their families leaving
early to go back to their parents' home countries for the summer. A few had
even missed the entire graduation ceremony.


Aadhavan and Muhammad spent most of the morning just sitting at their desks
and lazily taking part in some of the conversations that were happening
around them. Aadhavan talked to Kishan a little bit but they both felt a
bit of a dark cloud over their friendship. Kishan was going to a different
high school and he was going to Sri Lanka with his family for the whole
summer. They really didn't have a lot of opportunities to transition their
friendship to the next level of education. Aadhavan was also surprised that
Niko - who was suggestive and matter of fact - made no comments about the
shared underwear experience they had had.


In the afternoon there was an assembly for the whole school to celebrate
the accomplishments of the student body. It also turned out that Mr. Park
would be moving on to another school next year, which neither surprised nor
upset Aadhavan. He did wonder, however, how Aachuthan would take the
news. He tried to look for his brother's reaction but Aadhavan's view was
blocked by other students.


After about 20 minutes, Aadhavan's mind began to wander, his ass began to
ache from sitting on the floor, and he was irrepressibly bored. He asked
Mr. Park for permission to go to the washroom and then slipped out of the
assembly. He started to slowly skulk the hallways in a daze when he
suddenly felt someone grab his ass. He turned around ready to freak out.


"Fuck!" he half screamed, "You scared me!" He erupted when he looked into
Muhammad's eyes.


"Duh, silly," Muhammad laughed. "That was the point."


Muhammad grabbed Aadhavan's hand and then dragged him down the hallway to
the other end of the school. Aadhavan was still reeling from being
frightened by his boyfriend that he didn't register where they were
going. A door slammed shut and Muhammad shoved his tongue into Aadhavan's
mouth and the two started kissing heavily. The sensations were so great
that both Aadhavan and Muhammad were soon throbbing in their shorts. The
boys had thrown caution to the wind that morning by wearing each other's
dirtiest pair of underwear. As their bodies began to slide together and
they began to drip with sweat, the all too familiar smell of sweat
permeated the room.


Aadhavan finally pushed Muhammad away from him and gasped for breath. He
closed his eyes and when he opened them he realized they were standing in
Mr. Nicholson's classroom. Aadhavan leaned back in and resumed kissing his
boyfriend as he felt Muhammad's hands slide down his thighs along with the
fabric from his shorts and underwear. Without opening his eyes he felt the
skin of their dicks slide against one another as they kissed passionately
in the middle of the classroom wearing nothing but their thin t-shirts,
socks, and sneakers.


When their mouths separated for the second time Muhammad whipped off his
shirt, kicked hiss shorts ot the side, and stood in front of Aadhavan nude
except for his Nikes. Aadhavan stared questioningly into his boyfriend'
eyes, wondering what in the world was going on.


As if reading Aadhavan's mind, Muhammad whispered, "It's okay, Van,
Mr. Nick's got us covered." He then winked at his boyfriend, grabbed the
bottom of his t-shirt, slid it over his head, and then pressed their sweaty
bodies together as they continued to kiss. What Aadhavan would learn later
is that Muhammad had pre-arranged this last day of school experience with
Mr. Nicholson the previous week. He had guaranteed that the boys would get
at least one hour of alone time in his classroom to fool around. Muhammad
knew it was all but certain that Aadhavan would need to leave the assembly
to get some air and it was basically expected that the assembly would lag
on for almost two hours.


Muhammad inched Aadhavan backwards as their tongues continued to battle.He
then pressed his boyfriend's body against Mr. Nicholson's desk. As if the
man understood the older teen's objective, the desk was devoid of any
materials. Muhammad sank to his knees and licked the hair from his lover's
calves. The taste caused Muhammad to tingle with pleasure. His boyfriend
tasted like a mixture of fresh sweat, days' old sweat, and the faintest
hint of chlorine from the pool last night. He licked behind Aadhavan's
knees and felt drops of precum from Aadhavan's dick drip onto his shoulder
blade. Muhammed grabbed onto Aadhavan's right thigh as he began to lick,
nibble, and bite his left thigh and hip. He allowed his tongue to travel
along the developing v line of Aadhavan's body and run through his dark
thatch of pubic hair. The taste of his pubes was even more exciting than
his lower body. There were immediate flavours of precum and dried jizz. He
knew he was tasting some of the cum that had stuck to Aadhavan's pubes when
the two had made each other cum inside Niko's boxer briefs two days ago.


By this time Aadhavan was violently throbbing and his sexual desires were
trumping any fear of getting caught. Muhammad grabbed onto his
boyfriend'dick and squeezed the shaft with both hands. He watched as
Aadhavan's dick spasmed and began to spew out globs of precum. Instead of
licking up the delectable juice, Muhammad let it seep onto Aadhavan's
abdomen. It created a shiny, slimy puddle that glistened in the sunlight
streaking through the classroom windows. Muhammad pushed Aadhavan onto the
desk so that he was able to lay his back flat agains the wood. As if by
instinct or simply involuntarily, Aadhavan raised his legs and exposed his
dark, winking hole to his boyfriend.


The maneuver worked perfectly as planned. Muhammad rubbed his fingers in
Aadhavan's nest of preucm and then wiped his slimy fingers all over his
boyfriend's sweaty asshole. Without hesitation he dove headfirst into the
dripping hole. Muhammad began to devour Aadhavan's pussy. He ate his lover
like he had not eaten in days. He licked and sucked on Aadhavan's asslips
like he was earning commission. Aadhavan moaned and groaned as Muhammad
tongue swiped in every direciton. As Muhammad's tongue finally breached the
entrance Aadhavan began to slowly stroke his dick. With his legs on
Muhammad's shoulders and his dick angled just right, Aadhavan's precum
leaked from his dickhead, past his fingers locked around his shaft, and
eventually made its way to his taint, where it was eagerly gobbled up by
Muhammad as the older boy continued to probe Aadhavan's boy pussy. It was
like there was a backup of sweat hiding within Aadhavan's asshole because
as soon as Muhammad began to use his tongue and his index finger at the
same time a flood of juice flowed from within his boyfriend's
pussy. Muhammad felt his entire mouth and face become drenched with
delicious, sweaty liquid. Muhammad knew in that perfect moment that he was
a true pig. The stench coming from Aadhavan's asshole was powerful and the
taste of his ass juice was severe, but he would taste and swallow nothing
else for the rest of his life rather than never experience it again.


Muhammad's bliss nearly knocked him unconscious before he realized Aadhavan
had started to bang his fists on the desk. Muhammad thought something was
wrong until he heard Aadhavan whimper. "Please, just fuck me," Aadhavan
whined. "Now!"


Muhammad reached into Mr. Nicholson's bottom drawer and pulled out the
bottle of lube that the boys had been allowed to stash. He lathered his
dick and then rubbed one, then two, and finally three of his fingers into
Aadhavan's quivering hole. As Muhammad teased his boyfriend's pussy with
just the tip of one finger he stared into Aadhavan's dark eyes.


"I love you," Muhammad said, proudly.


Aadhavan was too lost in the vibrating sensations of his body to respond
verbally. His asshole simply grabbed onto Muhammad's finger and then
Aadhavan used all of his free will to push it out and await the six and a
half inch circumcised dick of his lover.


Muhammad watched his boyfriend tremble in anticipation. He saw beads of
sweat form on his forehead. He watched his chest heave in heavy bursts as
if his heart was beating so fast that it might overheat. But most of all he
stared at Aadhavan's throbbing asslips as they spasmed and pulled apart
waiting for the most welcome invasion of dick.


Muhammad's dick pulsed with equal desire. The lube dripped from the head of
his dick reminiscent of the way Aadhavan's dick leaked precum. He pressed
the tip of his dick against Aadhavan's pussy lips and felt his boyfriend's
dick immediately try to swallow the head. Muhammad pressed his palm against
his boyfriend's chest and waited until he could feel their heart beats
align in unison. As soon as he felt both of their bodies calm down he began
to press every fibre of his six and a half inch dick into Aadhavan's
underused pussy.


Aadhavan lay back against the desk and felt Muhammad sink deeper and deeper
into his asshole. While Aadhavan loved the feeling of being dicked by his
boyfriend, he was still amazed by how massive Muhamm felt inside
him. Without once breaking eye contact the boys created a rhythm of
blissful fucking. Sweat dripped from Muhammad's face and landed all over
Aadhavan's face, coating his eyes, nose, lips, and dripping into his
mouth. The power of the moment was all too soon overwhelming and Muhammad
felt his balls tighten and he unloaded nearly ten bursts of boyseed into
Aadhavan.


The moment was exquisitely beautiful and unfortunately the boys had not
been completely alone at the moment Aadhavan was wonderfully seeded by his
lover. Mr. Nicholson stood in front of a closed door and looked ready to
weep.


"That was fucking hot, boys," the man cheered, as he started to clap his
hands.


The boys made no effort to move. Aadhavan and Muhammad simply stayed in the
same position as Muhammad's dick fell from Aadhavan's freshly fucked
pussy. Sweat and ass fluids began to leak all over the man's desk.


"I'm sad this is the first time I've been able to see you in action," the
older man continued. "But this scene was well worth it."


The boys refused to be uncomfortable in Mr. Nicholson's presence. They knew
he couldn't possibly hurt them. They had still not told the man about the
video they possessed. Aadhavan simply began to stroke Muhammad's chest and
rubbed his tiny nipples until the fourteen year old's dick began to expand
and harden.


"I would still like one thing from you, Aadhavan," Mr. Nicholson said. "I
want to see you fuck the star soccer player."


Muhammad's asshole throbbed at the thought of getting to be fucked with an
audience. He felt his pussy lips separate and his dick reached maximum
hardness. Aadhavan's dick soon started to pulse, but more from the heat and
desire he felt coming from Muhammad's body. Muhammad lewdly climbed on top
of Aadhavan and just before he was about to squat over his boyfriend's face
he bent over and spread his asshole apart for the man to see. Mr. Nicholson
was so awestruck by the teenage pussy in front of him that he walked right
up to the boys and almost reached out to touch Muhammad's asslips, slick
with sweat.


"This pussy is just for Aadhavan," Muhammad sneered, and then squashed his
boyfriend's face with his asshole.


Mr. Nicholson sat in his desk chair and fished his throbbing dick from his
shorts as he watched his prized student lick and caress his boyfriend's
perfect asshole.


"That's it, Aadi, ea that cunt!' the man spurred him on. "Shove your tongue
into that brown boy's pussy. Make that boy moan. Yeah, Aadi, push your
tongue in deeper."


Muhammad quickly forgot about the teacher in the room and he allowed his
body to sink deeper onto Aadhavan's tongue. Aadhavan paid no attention to
the man's words and simply delivered a mind-crushing rim job as his
boyfriend rode his face. The scene went on for almost twenty
minutes. Mr. Nicholson was so engrossed in the graphic teenage sex in front
of him that he was working on a second orgasm by the time Muhammad hopped
off Aadhavan's face and helped his boyfriend to his feet. Muhammad laid
down on the desk and pulled Aadhavan on top of him. Aadhavan easily lined
up his dick against Muhammad's throbbing pussy lips and shoved all six and
a half inches inside in one thrust. Mr. Nicholson was initially unhappy to
not have a view of the penetration, but he was rewarded with a pair of
teenage love birds passionately making out in front of him.


Mr. Nicholson stroked his eight inch adult dick at the same pace of
Aadhavan's thrusts. The thirteen year old was too worked up to last very
long, especially with the sensation of Muhammad's load leaking from his
asshole and dripping down his thigh onto the desk. Aadhavan erupted into
his boyfriend with such force that Muhammad lost his breath. The younger
boy collapsed onto Muhammad as waves of euphoria washed over him.


They were soon disrupted again by the sound of Mr. Nicholson's words of
enormous praise. As they tried to separate their bodies Aadhavan noticed
that both of their abs were sticky with the load that Muhammad had expelled
at some point during the fuck. They looked devilishly at Mr. Nicholson,
whose shirt had streaks of semen all of it, and Muhammad slid his hand
across his chest and then smeared the cum onto the teacher's desk.


Aadhavan and Muhammad stood up and kissed softly before turning and picking
up their clothes. They got dressed quickly as they whispered so quietly
that Mr. Nicholson had no idea what they were saying. They walked hand in
hand to the back sink and splashed water on their faces to attempt to rinse
some of the evidence from their faces.


They turned back towards the man who was attempting to lick the mess from
his desk. Mr. Nicholson stared at them and then pulled two wrapped packages
from his desk.


"Happy graduation, boys. I'm sorry I missed the ceremony last night,"
Mr. Nicholson said as he passed a box to each boy. "Muhammad, you have made
Aadhavan so happy and I can't thank you enough for what you have done and
will do for him. Aadhavan, you are so very special to me. I know I have
broken our friendship and I hope that one day you will forgive me so that
we can truly be friends."


The boys opened the boxes to find that Mr. Nicholson had enrolled them in a
special summer program where for one week Muhammad will get to train with a
skilled soccer coach and Aadhavan will get individual instruction in
swimming. The boys were gobsmacked. Mr. Nicholson told them that they had
already informed their fathers and had told them a bit of a lie. He said
that he had submitted the boys' names for financial assistance and that
they had been chosen. Overcome with excitement the boys hugged
Mr. Nicholson and thanked him profusely. After the boys had left and closed
the door, Mr. Nicholson collapsed in his desk chair heartbroken. Would he
ever see the young boy, the thirteen year old love of his life again?


Aadhavan and Muhammad were simply too in love (and too excited) to pay any
attention to the older man's emotional state. Aadhavan had long written off
the man and he was looking forward to being away from his perverted
stares. Muhammad would also be quite glad to be away from the lecherous
older man who seemed too invested in Aadhavan's love life.


The boys leisurely made their way back to the gymnasium before anyone
thought to call out their names for being absent. As they neared the gym
they heard Niko calling them and motion to follow him.


"Bros, let's just grab out stuff and get out of here!" Niko whispered with
excitement. "That assembly is going to last until the end of the fuckin'
day!" He then pulled out a joint from his pocket and smiled suggestively at
the two boys.


Aadhavan wasn't sure how to say no and was kind of stumped for a
reply. Thankfully Muhammad jumped in.


"Nah, bruh. We're good. Let's hang out this summer for sure, though!"  The
three boys high fived and then Aadhavan and Muhammad watched as Niko
floated out the side door. Aadhavan didn't know it at the time but that
would be the last time that he and Muhammad would see Niko.


Aadhavan really didn't want to head back into the gymnasium and sit on the
hard floor to end his grade eight year. He suggested to his boyfriend that
they try to just head to their classroom and hang out together. The room
was unlocked and they bounced into the room and were immediately startled
by what they saw. Mr. Park was sitting at Aadhavan's desk with his pants
and underwear at his ankles and his shirt unbuttoned. His sculpted torso
was glistening with sweat and his eight inch uncut dick was undeniably rock
hard. The man's dick was a mess of precum.


"You're a fuckin' pervert," Muhammad practically screamed out as he laughed
at the man.


Mr. Park almost fell off the chair when he realized the boys had entered
the room. Instead of trying to cover himself up, Mr. Park kept jerking
himself off while he stared at Aadhavan. Aadhavan felt his teacher's eyes
burning into him. The experience of having someone stare at you while
stroking himself to completion was oddly arousing but it was also super
creepy for Aadhavan, considering that the man had a clandestine affair with
his younger brother. He and Muhammad watched as the man stood up and spewed
his adult load all over Aadhavan's desk.


Aadhavan, feeling empowered by the experience, sneered at the man and
simply said, "Get the fuck out of the room and leave us alone," before
turning his back Mr. Park and pressing his lips against Muhammad's.


As the door closed, Aadhavan let his body slide up against Muhammad's as
the boys forgot where they were and kept kissing, letting their tongues
engage in a sumptuous battle. Even though they had just had a
balls-draining flip fuck in Mr. Nicholson's classroom, both boys were soon
throbbing in their shorts. Neither boy gave a thought to getting caught but
at the same time they understood that they didn't have time to really get
into it. Their mouths were firmly pressed together and their tongues were
entwined between their mouths. Aadhavan and Muhammad were heavily grinding
their bodies together as they used their hands to rub each other's
backs. Aadhavan slid his hands up the back of Muhammad's shirt so that he
could rub and caress the bare skin of his back. The skin was hot, wet, and
sticky, exactly the way Aadhavan loved his boyfriend to be. Muhammad
preferred to tease Aadhavan by stroking his back through the fabric of his
t-shirt. The boys' mouths were locked together and their bodies gyrated
against one another. Sooner than expected considering the experience they
had just had less than 30 minutes ago, the boys convulsed and erupted into
their underwear. Aadhavan moaned into Muhammad's mouth and gasped for air
as the third shot leapt from his dick into his already soiled boxer
briefs. The boys kissed softly and then looked at each other
lovingly. Reading Muhammad's mind, Aadhavan slipped off his shorts and
underwear before passing the boxer briefs to Muhammad. They traded pairs
and redressed before collapsing into their seats with a mix of exhaustion,
surprise, and satisfaction.


Within moments the classroom door burst open and their classmates rushed
in. Young teenage boys are notoriously poor at personal hygiene which
helped mask the somewhat obvious scent of three recent loads being spilled.


The day ended with very little excitement. Mr. Park spoke very little and
only a few of the girls showed any concern of the news of his
departure. The students shared somewhat truthful dreams of seeing each
other during the summer or in high school, but Aadhavan remained quiet. He
was finally glad to be ending his tenure at the school. He was ready for
bigger and better things as long as Muhammad was there to encourage him.


***


The summer break was unlike any Aadhavan had experienced in his young
life. He and Muhammad were able to spend every single night together in one
bed or the other. But it was the freedom that his dad offered him that made
the summer more enjoyable. Aadhavan was allowed to take public transit to
go wherever he wanted as long as his dad was informed. And both he and
Aachithan were given $100 per week as long as they kept the house
clean. Aadhavan had never been given so much money in his life. Thankfully
he was too smart to blow through it. Most days he spent less than $5 to buy
a bottle of Gatorade after getting sweaty running around the soccer field
with Muhammad. While others were likely hiding inside during the heat of
the day, the two love birds were sweltering in the midday sun just to get
their lithe bodies more ripe and sweaty.


Muhammad had three soccer practices during the week and once on the week
with his new club. He and a few of his former teammates had been offered
the chance to try out for an elite team, but he was the only one who had
been selected. It was an extremely challenging experience for him, and not
just physically. He almost quit the team when he realized how much time he
would be spending away from Aadhavan. But Aadhavan was able to calm his
boyfriend by helping him realize that they needed time away from each other
to have independent experiences that would benefit the longevity of their
relationship. While not exactly the same thing, Aadhavan was promoted to a
more advanced swim team and he had his own practices three times a
week. The only negative was that he was learning that one of the negatives
of competitive swimming was shaving one's body hair. So far his body hair
seemed to be a nonissue with the team, but he wasn't sure if he would be
willing to make that commitment. A boy needed to stand firm in his beliefs,
right?


Aachuthan was using his freedom as a soon-to-be seventh grader to be
outside of the house for almost the whole day. He had received his own cell
phone at the beginning of the summer and for the first few weeks of July it
seemed that Aadhavan never saw him. Aadhavan finally confronted him and the
younger boy assured his older brother that he was being safe. Pressed for
more information, all Aachuthan revealed was that he was "involved" with
some older boys in high school. Aadhavan didn't want to force the
conversation too far and scare his brother, but he told Aachuthan that
before the summer break ended he needed to share more concrete details so
that Aadhavan could protect him once school started again.


In early August, Muhammad Sr. drove the boys to the school where they would
get on the bus to go to sports camp. They were the only two who got on at
their school, but the bus was already half full when they stepped on. By
the time they left the city the bus was jam packed with students. Most of
them were roughly the same age, but there were a handful who had to be
close to graduating high school and a few slightly younger, probably even
younger than Aachuthan. Growing up in a major city in Canada, Aadhavan and
Muhammad were rarely the only brown kids at their school. Sri Lanka,
Bangladesh, and Pakistan were the three most common backgrounds. But on the
bus they both felt immediately ill at ease. Most of the faces staring at
them were white kids. They had both thought their sexuality would be the
biggest obstacle at camp, they now sat in fear worrying that their brown
skin was about to be their undoing.


Thankfully Muhammad's extroverted personality allowed him to hit it off
with the other six boys staying in their cabin. Aadhavan felt like the
proverbial "eighth wheel" and he knew he was coming across more of an
asshole than simply shy. Without thinking, he just decided the second day
at breakfast to share his relationship status with the other boys. It was
the first time that their sexuality had caused a negative reaction. Two of
the boys were so disgusted that they spewed some very hurtful comments and
then jumped up from the table. Thankfully the comments were overheard by a
counselor who informed the administration and those boys were quickly
expelled from the camp. For the rest of the time at camp Aadhavan and
Muhammad had legendary status. The four other boys in the cabin were very
accepting of the pair, but they still made what they thought were harmless
jokes whenever someone was getting undressed or showing. Not wanting to
make things worse, Aadhavan and Muhammad swallowed their pride and just
laughed it off.


Athletically, Muhammad was the star pupil of the camp. His soccer skills
were unmatched by anyone in attendance, even the older boys in a more
advanced program. He was praised for his innate skills and understanding of
the game. Aadhavan may not have had the same praise, but his skills in the
pool developed tenfold. He had always been teachable and this was no
exception. He knew he would leave camp a better swimmer than when he had
arrived.


The most challenging aspect of their week at camp ended up being the
difficulty having sex. The cabin was too old and the bunks too creaky for
the boys to get away with being too loud. They had tried giving each other
blow jobs on the second night, but Muhammad's moan had caused one of their
bunkmates to wake up. Thankfully it was too dark for him to realize what
had been going on. There was also such a rigorous schedule during the day
that they never had opportunities to find each other and sneak off. Even
during daily free activity time there was always someone in the cabin.


By the last night Aadhavan was so desperate to fuck his boyfriend that he
told his cabinmates. He confided in his cabinmates his desperate need to
breed Muhammad. While the other four boys were gifted athletes themselves,
none of them had come close to ever having sex with a girl. The joy of sex
had thus far eluded them, though they alladmitted to jerking off in the
cabin at night, but Aadhavan couldn't even remember the last time he had
jerked off alone without Muhammad being involved. In the end, the boys
helped Aadhavan come up with a plan.


At one in the morning, Aadhavan nudged his sleeping boyfriend awake and
coerced the half asleep boy to follow him outside and quietly sneak down
towards the lake. With only a fraction of the moon visible in the darkly
cloudy sky, Aadhavan threw a heavy (and borrowed) blanket down on the sand.


"Muhammad," Aadhavan declared, using his boyfriend's rarely used full
name. "My balls need to be emptied inside of you."


The smile on Muhammad's face could have lit the entire sky. Without
speaking he stripped off his clothes and lay down the blanket. He watched
as Aadhavan kicked off his sneakers and then slipped off his own shorts and
t-shirt. The Tamil boy stood naked in front of his boyfriend, the faint
glow of the moon highlighting the hardness of his throbbing six and a half
inch dick. Muhammad reached up to grab Aadhavan's hand and he pulled his
boyfriend on top of him. Their bodies collided, their dicks smashed
together, and the boys high-pitched whine morphed into a blissful
moan. Muhammad had not showered for the whole week, but Aadhavan had to
shower after each session in the pool because the grimy chlorine of the
outdoor pool was too much for him to endure. They had also gone swimming in
the lake at least once each day. They had also chosen not to wear the same
pair of underwear everyday because there was no way the smell could go
unnoticed in the small confines of their cabin. It was such a new
experience for both of them to experience a somewhat clean version of their
boyfriend.


Aadhavan began to lick Muhammad's torso. He licked the light brown skin of
his lover in hopes that every swipe of his tongue would help uncover a
layer of filth that still lingered. His dick began to throb more
impatiently when he discovered a thin film of delicious sweat in Muhammad's
armpits. Thankfully neither of them had worn deodorant! As he moved from
the left pit to the right the boys felt gentle drops of rain fall on their
naked bodies. Muhammad leaned back and felt the rain splash his face as
Aadhavan seemed eager to suck the sweat from each individual hair in his
armpit. When Aadhavan was satisfied with his job, he propped himself up
against Muhammad's body and stared into the boy's grey eyes. It was
difficult to see Muhammad clearly as the clouds became heavier and the rain
began to fall more heavily. Neither boy was interested in ending their
tryst, the falling rain was just a new experience for them. Even though
they were undoubtedly alone on the small beach, they knew their time was
not unlimited. It was in their best interest to push forward rather than
prolong their nearly week-old orgasms.


Aadhavan helped Muhammad flip over onto his front and get onto his
knees. Muhammad's asshole was puckered and on display in the dim
light. Aadhavan spent no time staring at the pussy he loved, he simply
pressed his lips against his boyfriend's pussy and began to kiss, suck, and
lick the muscle that brought each of them so much pleasure. The falling
rain began to pour against their naked bodies. Aadhavan rimmed Muhammad's
boy pussy and tasted his boyfriend's need, the build up of sweat, and the
summer rain. It was a sensation so unique and so new that his dick throbbed
and begged to be shoved into Muhammad's hole.


The rain did nothing to cool either of their bodies. The pouring rain just
made each boy even more horny for the experience to never end. When
Muhammad would daydream about this experience in the future, he would rank
this rimjob from his boyfriend as on of the top five in his entire
life. The wetness of Muhammad's pussy in the rain just made Aadhavan more
and more hungry to shove his tongue as deep as possible. The pouring rain
led to claps of thunder that helped to mask the eruptions of moans and
screams coming from Muhammad's young body. As Aadhavan rolled his boyfriend
onto his back to prepare for the long-awaited penetration, he realized he
had forgotten the tube of lube in the cabin. He squeezed his own shaft and
felt the precum rush out. It was as if a week's worth of liquid needed to
escape. He rubbed as much as he could gather into Muhammad's pulsating
pussy while most of it spilled onto the blanket. Aadhavan pressed the head
of his aching dick against the throbbing lips of Muhammad's pussy and
closed his eyes as he prepared to thrust inside.


Aadhavan continued to thrust into his lover as the rain coated both of
their lithe, young bodies. The experience was so overwhelming for him that
he continued to thrust his six and half inch dick into Muhammad through his
orgasm. He was so unaware of his own ejaculation that he kept up the pace
as his dick continued to remain rock hard. Even Muhammad barely realized
that his boyfriend had cum inside him. The bursts of seed that shot inside
him just added more lubrication for the walls of his pussy as Aadhavan
began to thrust harder.


Even though he had just cum, Aadhavan began his second fuck with more
intensity in his soul. The fire building inside of him was an intense
burning love for his boyfriend. Inside Muhammad's asshole, Aadhavan rubbed
the head of his dick right up against Muhammad's prostate and the older boy
soon began to cum all over his abs. The rain all but washed away all of
Muhammad's fourteen year old jizz, but the vibrations inside his asshole
alerted Aadhavan to the bonecrushing ograsm his boyfriend had just
experienced.


The peals of thunder were now so loud that they were washing out the sounds
of Muhammad's moans and Aadhavan's grunts. Aadhavan kept thrusting harder
and harder into his boyfriend as he felt his second orgasms scream through
his body. This orgasm was so powerful that he nearly collapsed on top of
Muhammad. He felt an almost never ending stream of cum erupt from his
dick. Their bodies were so wet and slick from the rain that Aadhavan's
attempt to slide next to Muhammad created a vibrating thrust that caused
Muhammad to whine in such pleasure that Aadhavan's dick simply refused to
lose any hardness.


Aadhavan set in for a third successive fuck with his dick buried deep
within Muhammad's pussy. The sound of the thunder was so loud at this point
that the boys felt like the earth was quaking alongside their throbbing
bodies. Muhammad's dick was the hardest it had ever been in his entire
life.


Maybe due to his youth or perhaps because he hadn't cum in almost a week,
Aadhavan kept thrusting into Muhammad without missing a beat. As Aadhavan
plowed Muhammad's pussy for round three the rain started to play games. The
drops slowed to almost an annoying spittle and then crashed down like a dam
had just burst. Aadhavan had an intensity in his soul in that very moment
that made him feel invincible. He fucked with such passionate
aggressiveness that he was so unable to delay his third orgasm. He stared
into Muhammad's eyes and feared he might blackout if hs dared to blink. He
unleashed his seed into Muhammad's pussy and kept his dark eyes linked with
his boyfriend's as the first burst of lightning flashed around them.


An intense satisfaction washed over both boys as they slowly collapsed into
one another. It took quite some time for either of their dicks to begin to
soften. Aadhavan felt like he could have fucked another six loads into
Muhammad, but the flashes of lightning were starting to become more
frequent. As one flash lit up their faces, Aadhavan saw a smile spread
across Muhammad's face. Muhammad looked so content and happy. No sooner did
Aadhavan feel an intense warmth spread over his body. It took him a few
seconds to realize that Muhammad was pissing against both of their
bodies. Without hesitating, Aadhavan then began to piss, letting his own
liquid flood their brown bodies. Muhammad began to writhe and moan as he
felt Aadhavan's warm juice coat his upper body. The sounds coming from
Muhammad were so similar to the noises he made when emptying his balls into
Aadhavan's asshole.


A violent clash of thunder and lightning ruined the boys' shared bliss and
they grabbed their clothes and made their way back to the cabin. They
climbed naked into Aadhavan's bunk and pressed their bodies together inside
his sleeping bag.


The next afternoon they would leave camp having survived a week away from
home and having experienced a sensational lakeside tryst. In three weeks
the boys would be heading back to school for another brand new
experience. High school was bound to change the dynamics of their
relationship. Aadhavan and Muhammad were both scared and excited. They had
spent hours talking about his momentous occasion, but neither boy was
willing to share his fears about the future of their love.



Hope you enjoyed it. Sorry for the delay. Post-isolation COVID life makes
it a little harder to stay tucked inside to focus on writing.


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