Date: Mon, 13 Jul 2020 16:17:59 +0200 From: Tamil Tails Writer Subject: South Asian Perverts - A Love Story (Part 2) (Young Friends, Gay) South Asian Perverts - A Love Story (Part 2) 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. Please continue to support NIFTY! This website has provided us with hundreds of orgams. If you've ever lost a load, donate money to Nifty at http://donate.nifty.org/. Aadhavan had a fitful night sleep after getting an awkward follow request on Instagram. An empty profile full of bulges of his classmates tagging his real name. It must be some kind of sick joke, right? Aadhavan thought that someone must be trying to expose him or catfish him. It made him super uncomfortable. He even started feeling awkward about his feelings towards his brother Aachuthan. Normally, a soon-to-be 13 year old would wake up with aching morning wood, but Aadhavan was just too freaked out to be able to get hard. Since it was 30 minutes before the boys' bedroom alarm was due to go off, Aadhavan decided he would get to enjoy a long, leisurely shower before Aachuthan woke up. As Aadhavan got out of bed, he looked over to his brother and saw that Aachuthan's morning wood had popped right out of the fly of his pajama bottoms and the blanket had pooled down by his ankles. Aadhavan had never before seen his brother's dick hard and engorged in this state. The three inch spike looked so similar to Aadhavan's own four inch dick. His foreskin had peeled back fully exposing Aachuthan's bright, red head. In spite of all of his inner turmoil, Aadhavan wanted nothing more than to drop to his knees and swallow his brother's dick. While it was still suffocatingly humid in the apartment, Aadhavan decided he really needed a long, hot shower. Aadhavan climbed into the bathtub and let the scalding water flow over his brown skin. He felt the blood rush straight to his dick and within seconds he was stroking his dick and imaging his brother standing in the tub with him. Two brown skinned boys wrapped in each other's arms and stroking each other's dicks. Aadhavan got down on his knees in the tub and let the fingers on his left hand find his tight, virginal asshole. He wanted someone inside him so badly. Most of his anal sex fantasies concerned his former teacher Mr. Nicholson. He imagined that the 6'4" god must have a nine inch dick. Aadhavan wanted to feel every inch of that fuck stick enter him and shoot its jizz deep inside his ass walls. Just as he felt his middle finger finally seek deep into his boy tunnel, he heard his mother start banging on the bathroom door. "Hurry up, your brother must have a shower!" she yelled in Tamil. Aadhavan begrudgingly rinsed off his body and turned off the water. His dick looked even angrier due to the effect of the scalding water on his skin. He dried off and brushed his teeth while staring at his reflection in the mirror. He noticed all of his imperfections. He looked at his large ears and his oversized nipples. His nipples always seemed to get hard and poke through his clothes no matter the time of year or the temperature outside. Aadhavan decided to be daring and he hoped that his mom was already in the kitchen making breakfast. He left his towel hanging up in the bathroom and walked naked across the hall back to his bedroom. He hoped to give Aachuthan quite the surprise when he entered. Just as planned, Aachuthan was sitting up in bed and ogled his brother as Aadhavan came into the room. Aadhavan's erection had barely subsided and his dick head was still proudly poking through his foreskin. Aadhavan decided to torture his brother a little more by wandering around the room without his clothes on. He rummaged through the closet looking through for his Toronto Raptors t-shirt knowing full well that the shirt was folded in the bottom drawer of his dresser. When he finally bent down to open the drawer, he could feel the sticky, humid bedroom air nip at his rosebud. Aadhavan could feel Aachuthan's eyes burning a hole into his skin. Once his asshole was on display, Aachuthan muttered something unintelligible and scurried out of the room to have his own shower. Aadhavan decided to slip on a fresh pair of underwear today. With everything going on in his head, he thought it best to wear something to keep his mind as calm as possible. He picked up his cell phone and read a few messages from Kishan about going to the mall after school today. Aadhavan would have to check with his mom and he knew it would be unlikely that he would be given any money to spend. He had so many Instagram notifications that he thought his phone's battery was going to explode. It seemed like every one of his friends decided to add his tag to every single one of their photos. This included Niko, who seemed to tag Aadhavan's name on his left nipple in every picture. Aadhavan heard the shower shut off and he figured it was best to get dressed and sit down for breakfast before his mom started yelling again. He rolled his deodorant through his armpits wishing in vain that his pit hair could be bushier and thicker. Once he was fully dressed with his sneakers tied, he picked up his phone and backpack before scanning the room for anything else he might have forgotten. He contemplated hiding his brother's deodorant, but he thought it best to let Aachuthan feel more comfortable today. Sitting down at the table, he scrolled through his phone one last time before giving his mom his full attention. He noticed the follow request from the middle of the night sitting there unacknowledged. Part of him wanted to follow through and hope that it would lead to him getting laid, but his skepticism won out and he deleted the request. "Amma, thanks again for letting me have this phone," Aadhavan smiled at his mom with genuine appreciation. "Makan, you share this data with me and Appa, so please be responsible. Your phone should only be for emergencies when you are not at home," his mother started very firmly staring him straight in the eyes. "Amma..." Aadhavan started, very quietly, trying to get the courage to ask him mom to go out after school today. "Speak, makan, I don't have all day!" she stated bluntly. "Amma, Kishan needs to go to the mall after school today and he wants me to take the bus with him. Can I go?" He blurted out all at once. His mom rolled her eyes and laughed at his fear of her. "Yes, makan, you may go. But you must take your tampi with you." Aachuthan entered the room when he heard his mom talking about him. "Amma, I can't go anywhere after school. Abdullah and I have a Pokemon tournament!" "Okay. Okay. Okay," she acquiesced. "You can go, but if you are not home by 5:45 I will take away your phone!" She smiled at the nervous expression on Aadhavan's face Aadhavan's mom looked at her watch. "Boys, you have 10 minutes to wash the dishes before we leave for school," she informed them and then left the room. Aadhavan smiled at his mom's bluntness. She has always been heavy-handed in her parenting. She rules with an iron fist because Aadhavan's dad's shifts means he only gets to spend Saturdays with his sons. Aadhavan and Aachuthan know their dad works hard to provide for his family, but their mom can take parenting far too seriously. Aadhavan has always tried to protect his brother even though there are only 16 months separating the boys in age. *** The sun was beating down heavily when the boys arrived at school later that morning. Aadhavan could feel the sweat building in his pits and he could feel his boxer briefs getting wetter. While he thoroughly enjoyed the sweat that his young, brown body produced, the last thing he wanted today was to be distracted by his own body's productions. Aadhavan couldn't take his eyes off his friends' bulges and their developing muscles. After being exposed to their Instagram feeds last night, he had a new appreciation for their bodies. He checked his phone to see if that sketchy account had tried to send him a new request. He even wondered if he should tell Kishan about it. Just as soon as he thought it, Kishan appeared in front of him. Aadhavan was so distracted by Kishan's appearance, wearing a tight fitting Champion t-shirt that clung to his lanky frame. "Aadi, we need to get your first IG post today!" Kishan laughed. "You can't be a virgin anymore!" "Well, uh..." Aadhavan started. "My mom says I can come with you to the mall." "Yas, man! We are gonna find you an outfit for your first photo so you can get locked up by a girl!" Kishan practically shouted. Aadhavan kept his head down as people started looking towards them. Thankfully, the bell rang within a few minutes for Aadhavan to regain his composure. Inside the classroom, Mr. Park decided that he needed to rearrange the students' desks. Kishan and Aadhavan were no longer allowed to sit beside each other. Aadhavan hoped and prayed that he would be able to sit beside Muhammad, but after yesterday's episode in the change room before phys. ed., that seemed highly unlikely. Aadhavan ended up sitting across from Niko with two girls creating a table of four. Niko kept giving Aadhavan dirty looks and making suggestive comments about the girls. It was driving Aadhavan crazy. He eventually had to ask Mr. Park to leave the room to go get a drink. Aadhavan walked by Mr. Nicholson's room and noticed that the room was empty. He was heartbroken because he hadn't been able to see the man yesterday and he was eager to reconnect with his favourite adult. He had also hoped to get an eyeful of his brother. It seemed like all the awkwardness of his early morning guilt had all but faded away. On the way back from the water fountain Aadhavan saw Mr. Nicholson sitting alone at his desk. The man was wearing a tight-fitting red polo shirt that highlighted his strong biceps and bulging pecs. Aadhavan felt his dick lurch in his boxer briefs and he was about to run back to class when he heard the man call out his name. "Aadi! Get in here and say hello to me!" the man bellowed. Aadhavan almost ran towards the man and then stood in front of him with his stomach full of butterflies and his mouth wide open in a goofy smile. "Hi. Mr. Nick," the boy said shyly, looking at the ground. "Aadi, I haven't seen you in two months! Tell me about summer." The man smiled at Aadhavan with such affection. Aadhavan thought about telling Mr. Nicholson the truth about his developing feelings for other boys and his predilection for underwear, but he just said, "It was okay. I joined a swim club." "I noticed you're looking super fit, bud!" the teacher said, smiling. Aadhavan shifted uncomfortably on his feet. He had never been able to take a compliment on his physical appearance. No matter what, he always thought he would be an awkward looking brown kid no one would appreciate. "Oh, and I finally got a phone! I can finally get in on that IG life before the trend dies!" "Tell you what, Aadi. Come to my classroom at lunchtime and help me sort some of this paperwork," he said gesturing to the mess surrounding his desk, "we need to do some catching up." Mr. Nicholson scribbled a note on a scrap of paper giving Aadhavan permission to be inside at lunch. Aadhavan grabbed the slip,whispered a quick thanks, and then hurried back to class just in time for Mr. Park to assign that evening's math homework. Mr. Park seemed to be in a much better mood since the seats were changed. Aadhavan could have sworn he saw a smile on the young man's face when he reentered the room. *** Aadhavan arrived at Mr. Nicholson's classroom the moment the lunch bell finished ringing. He was shocked to see the mess that had covered the man's classroom to be completely tidied. Instead of Mr. Nicholson's endless piles of student work and planning, there was a large pizza in front of him. "Get yourself in here, boy!" Mr. Nicholson laughed as he saw Aadhavan wavering in the doorway. "What's going on, Mr. Nick? You said you wanted my help." "I do want your help, Aadhavan. I need you to listen to me. But before that, we're just gonna eat!" The man and the boy say together wolfing down a whole large pizza by themselves. Mr. Nicholson remembered the first day he met Aadhavan when he was seven years old. The precocious child became a city champion in chess, a team school team sponsored by the Mr. Nicholson. The two developed a sincere and imposing bond that affected both of them. Aadhavan wanted to look at Mr. Nicholson like a father figure, but their relationship felt much more like a brotherly bond in spite of the two decades that separated them. Mr. Nicholson looked at Aadhavan like a younger brother, even if he was old enough to be the boy's father. Truth be told, Mr. Nicholson had had many inappropriate fantasies involving this particular student. Mr. Nicholson finished eating his last slice of pizza and stood up. Without saying a word he went to the sink, washed his hands, made sure that the classroom door was locked and closed (not the best choice for an adult in this situation but the only reasonable choice for what was about to happen). "Aadhavan," the man began, using the boy's full name to emphasize the importance of their impending conversation, "You are the best student I have ever taught. I see so much hope in you. But I also see so much pain." "Mr. NIck," the boy protested, ''I'm not in any trouble!" Aadhavan did his best to fake a wide smile. "Let me say my part, Aadi. Will you listen to everything I have to say?" Aadhavan nodded, once again shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Mr. Nicholson continued, "I am so happy to be able to teach Aachuthan this year. He has so many of your best qualities. He idolizes and looks up to you more than I have ever seen any other sibling. Every year, as you know, I ask my students to write about their goals on the first day of school. Aachuthan confessed to me that his goal is to make his brother, his hero, feel worthy of his skin and to be proud of being gay." As soon as Mr. Nicholson stopped talking, Aadhavan burst into tears. His whole body started shaking and convulsing. The teacher, worried that the noise would cause a disturbance and then an inquiry, wrapped his muscular body around the boy. Mr. Nicholson caressed the boy's back, stroking him gently. "Being gay is the best thing that could have ever happened to you. You will be the change that our world needs. I am here to guide your path. I am your gay mentor." Mr. Nicholson had never confessed his sexuality to a student before. He felt Aadhavan's arms try to wrap around his hulking frame. "Mr. Nick, don't let go of me," Aadhavan whined, still crying, but convulsing much less. Enveloped in the arms of his hero, Aadhavan felt out of control of his emotions and his body. As his breathing attempted to return to normal, his brain started to register new sensations. He could smell the man's aftershave, his deodorant (the same Old Spice that the boy wore), but most importantly, he could smell Mr. Nicholson's natural body odour. Aadhavan's breathing quickened again and the sound of his crying became the sounds of panting. Aadhavan's dick started to throb in his shorts. He had decided to wear a loose pair of athletic shorts today due to the extreme heat. Mr. Nicholson could feel Aadhavan's dick throb against his thigh as he continued to clutch the boy. Aadhavan was unaware of his predicament until he felt his teacher, his mentor, his hero grab ahold of his ass and start rubbing and touching him. Aadhavan began grinding into the man almost as if he was trying to conquer a mountaintop. Suddenly Aadhavan went limp in Mr. Nicholson's arms as his orgasm washed over his body. The boy shook with such ferocity that in different circumstances it could have been a epileptic seizure. Aadhavan began sobbing again. Mr. Nicholson held him tighter, understanding the boy's fragile emotions. "Aadi," Mr. Nicholson whispered as he kissed the boy's neck, "I do not regret anything that has happened. I expected this event would occur between us. I have resisted temptations from the moment I met you. You and I are forever bonded as family." Aadhavan looked up at Mr. Nicholson, both of them having tears in their eyes. "I love you, Mr. Nick," Aadhavan blurted out, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I love you, too, Aadi." Aadhavan stared in awe at his teacher, his entire world had shifted in the span of a lunch period. "Aadi, pass me your phone," Mr. Nicholson requested. A few moments later, Mr. Nicholson returned the phone to Aadhavan. He had added his phone contact for the boy. "Who's Ben?" Aadhavan asked. "It would be silly for you to still call me Mr. Nicholson after what just happened, don't you think?" Aadhavan laughed with an embarrassed giggle. "Now, go get some fresh air outside before recess ends. I don't think you want to be sitting next to Niko with the heavy scent of cum flowing from your shorts!" Aadhavan pecked Mr. Nicholson on the cheek and ran out of the room without looking back. He ran down the back stairs towards the school yard and he was blinded by the blistering sun beating down on the pavement. He spent the final ten minutes of recess standing alone against the brick of the school building completely unaware of anything happening around him. *** During afternoon lessons, Aadhavan was adeptly able to compartmentalize his emotions. He placed his lunchtime experience towards the back of his mind while he focused on his studies. He was able to ace a pop quiz in science as well as complete a reading comprehension task for English. Mr. Park even remarked that Aadhavan's focus and effort were top of the class. Aadhavan smiled with pride at school for the first time since had had been in grade six with Mr. Nicholson. Since becoming an unabashed underwear thief last year, Aadhavan had managed to create a barrier between himself and his friends, especially Kishan. If it were not for this secret life, Aadhavan would most assuredly have blurted out his encounter with Mr. NIcholson in extreme detail. Needless to say, the conversation between Aadhavan and Kishan as they rushed towards the bus to the mall was rather mundane. The bus was jam packed with people - especially other students - as the boys headed towards the mall. This allowed Aadhavan to sink into his own feelings as Kishan tried to chat up a girl from class. As he began to try to process his feelings, Aadhavan realized that he was not so much in love with Mr. Nicholson. He idolized and worshipped the man as a mentor and brother. He had a much more complicated connection to his brother Aachuthan, who he still desperately wanted to touch, taste, enjoy, and pleasure. And there was still Muhammad, the quiet boy from class who seemed to always find a way to avoid Aadhavan's gaze and attention. Disembarking the crowded bus, Aadhavan felt even sweatier than he did yesterday. However, he felt like he was covered in other people's sweat, which was not as sexy as it sounds! KIshan ushered Aadhavan towards Unliqo, his favourite spot to shop. Aadhavan kept protesting that he had no money to spend, but KIshan just ignored the words. "It doesn't matter," he kept saying, "All we're doing is getting you into an outfit fit for Insta!" Kishan dragged Aadhavan all over the store, picking up t-shirts, button ups, shorts, and jeans for his friend to try on. They each had twelve different items in their arms when they approached the fitting rooms. They managed to get rooms beside each other and kept trying on items and showing them off to each other. After the eighth different outfit, Aadhavan begged for a pause. He stood shirtless in the fitting room with a pair of jeans unbuttoned. Feeling emboldened by his first sexual experience, he snapped a photo in the mirror and texted it to Mr. Nicholson. "Hey, Mr. Nick ,thanks for today! You're the best older brother." And the, "With Kishan at Uniqlo trying to find a photo for my new IG." He attached the photo and then included his Instagram name. Mr. Nicholson responded within seconds with a devil face emoji and a heart. Seconds later, Aadhavan got a second notification that he had an Instagram request. Without thinking, he eagerly accepted. Kishan's voice from next door shook Aadhavan from his fantasy and the boys continued to try on clothes. After ten minutes, Kishan finally agreed that Aadhavan had found the perfect outfit and he snapped a few photos for Aadhavan to use. Returning to the fitting room, Aadhavan picked up his phone to check Kishan's photos and he saw a series of Instagram DMs. They were all from the account that tried to add him late last night. Aadhavan didn't think that he could get messages from someone who wasn't his friend. He suddenly realized that the request he thought was from Mr. NIcholson was actually from this sketchy account. A wave of nausea passed over Aadhavan and he almost dropped his phone on the floor. However, curiosity won the battle and Aadhavan double clicked on the new DMs. There were four messages from this secret account. "Hey, Aadi!" "Thanks for becoming my friend!" "I've been waiting to connect with you." And the last message was a dick pic. A hard on roughly the same size as Aadhavan's. Except this one was circumcised. Aadhavan stared at the photo with an equal mix of shock and awe. He had never seen someone else's cut dick before, well, outside of porn. As Aadhavan continued to study the photo on his screen he noticed familiar markings in the background. The photo was taken in the fitting room at Uniqlo! His first thought was that it must be Kishan. Is this why he lured Aadhavan to the mall today? His mind kept spiraling into a deeper and deeper chasm. Kishan has foreskin just like Aadhavan, right? Their family traditions are the same. Even though he had never seen Kishan naked, Aadhavan knew that his best friend had to be uncircumcised. Right? Aadhavan wanted so badly to keep staring at that beautiful dick on the screen. Sadly, he was once again jerked back to reality by a ding from his phone. It was a text message from his mother telling him that there was an emergency at work and that she had to work late. Until at least 8 PM. She expected Aadhavan to be home to make sure Aachuthan ate dinner. Aadhavan and Kishan walked out of the fitting rooms at the same time. Kishan did not seem to notice Aadhavan's skittishness. "Aadi, dude, we gotta get going. My mom's gonna pick us up in 3 minutes!" "What? I thought we were going to take the bus?" "No way, bro. My mom doesn't trust me to get home on time!" The boys rushed out of the store leaving everything they had brought to the fitting rooms all over the floor. Aadhavan barely noticed that his best friend made no attempt to purchase any of the items he had picked out. They ran out to the parking lot and easily spotted Kishan's mom's SUV. The boys climbed into the back seats only to find that both of Kishan's older brothers were already in the vehicle. Seventeen year old Kaavalan sat in the passenger seat while fifteen year old Valluthi was in the back. Kishan crawled into the middle seat and Aadhavan climbed in beside him. The car was nicely cooled by the air conditioning, which disappointed Aadhavan. Kishan's older siblings mentioned they had been at soccer tryouts, leaving Aadhavan desperate to want to smell their older, more mature bodies. The boys all made small talk as thoughts of the photo on Aadhavan's phone faded further away. He did notice that Kishan's leg was pressed up right against his own. But was this just because of the cramped space in the backseat? Soon enough, the SUV pulled up in front of Aadhavan's building. The boy jumped out, grabbing his backpack, and thanking Kishan's mom profusely for the ride home. It was just past 5 PM when Aadhavan took the elevator up to the apartment on the seventh floor. Fully assuming that his brother Aachuthan was still playing at Abdullah's apartment, Aadhavan entered his family's apartment and walked straight to his bedroom. Even after the events of today, Aadhavan was ill-prepared for what he saw. Aachuthan was lying completely naked on top of Aadhavan's bed. He looked to be fast asleep even though his boy dick was pointing up towards his face as hard as could be. The last, and perhaps the most important detail, was that Aadhavan's dirty boxers briefs, the ones that he had found hidden in Aachuthan's underwear drawer, were plastered over top of Aachuthan's face, completely covering him. Aadhavan stood there unsure what to do. He had just intruded on something very private. On the other hand, Aadhavan's dick rivaled his brother's in erectness. Aadhavan smiled to himself and thought that this was a sign that something serious might eventually happen between the two brothers. He decided the best choice would be to leave the room and act like nothing had happened. He stepped back to turn towards the door and tripped over Aachuthan's shoes, which had been haphazardly left in the middle of the room. He fell backwards and was unable to find his balance before landing on the floor, his head barely missing the side of the bookshelf. Aachuthan's body jumped off the bed and rushed towards his brother, the noise of the fall waking him. He climbed on top of his big brother and stared deep into his eyes to check that Aadhavan was indeed alert. Only the older brother seemed to be aware of the younger boy's state of undress. Aadhavan caressed his brother's bare skin, rubbing his hands all over his back, and daring to go further and cup his small but surprisingly soft ass cheeks. Aachuthan's sudden realization that he was naked in his brother's arms made him try to jerk away, but Aadhavan wrapped his arms around his brother's smaller body and refused to let him go. "You saw me," Aachuthan whined, unable to look at his brother. "I did," Aadhavan confirmed. Aachuthan started to whimper and his words came out staccato, nothing made sense. "But I liked it," Aadhavan confessed, feeling brave and sensing a historic moment between brothers. Aadhavan moved his brother's body off of him and stood up. He took Aachuthan's hand and sat him back on the older boy's bed. "Show me what you like about my underwear," Aadhavan said as he kicked off his shoes, removed his t-shirt, and slid down his shorts. He stood in front of his brother wearing only his boxer briefs. Aachuthan stared at his brother in disbelief. This couldn't be happening. It had to be a trick. But then he saw the warmth in the smile on his brother's face. It reassured him that it was okay. Aachuthan knew that his brother would protect him. Aachuthan dropped to his knees in front of his brother and shoved his face into Aadhavan's crotch. He pressed his nose right against his brother's throbbing dick and inhaled deeply. Aadhavan understood the pleasure coursing through his brother's body. Aadhavan had never felt such pleasure. He had only dreamed of someone touching him like this. Aachuthan licked and sniffed his brother's boxer briefs and then suddenly looked up and smiled. "You have cum in your undies," Aachuthan said, smiling devilishly. The younger boy continued to rub his open mouth all over his brother's throbbing, underwear-covered erection. The sweat from his long day at school and the saliva from his brother's efforts had made Aadhavan's white boxer briefs almost translucent. Not wanting to cum without getting a taste of his brother, Aadhavan pushed Aachuthan away and lifted him up to his bed. He climbed on top of his brother and let their erections press together. Aadhavan lifted Aachuthan's left arm and licked his armpit. He realized that the younger boy had once again forgotten to wear deodorant. Aadhavan could not have been happier. He licked and sucked the boy's bare pit and then moved to the other side to devour his brother's right pit. He offered a quick prayer to the gods that he would get to enjoy Aachuthan's sweaty armpits when the boy was fully grown with bushy, stinky armpits. Aadhavan licked down his brother's torso and rubbed his tongue across his brother's bare pubic mound. He took a moment to stare at his brother's throbbing eleven year old dick. His mouth, hungry for its first taste of foreskin, leaned down and engulfed his brother's throbbing dick. Aachuthan moaned and whimpered underneath him. Aadhavan swirled his tongue back and forth over his brother's exposed dick head, eliciting more and more noise from his younger brother. Aachuthan's body convulsed as he had an earth-shattering dry orgasm in his brother's mouth. Still on his knees, Aadhavan stared at his brother's naked body and hoped the boys would continue their explorations after today. He thought luridly of his brother's ass and desperately wanted to know its taste and its secrets. Aadhavan climbed on top of his brother and started to rub his dick across Aachuthan's lips. His brother greedily licked Aadhavan's throbbing dick and eagerly swallowed the flowing precum. As he sensed his orgasm approaching, Aadhavan tried to get more of his shaft into his brother's mouth. Aachuthan stopped sucking and looked at his brother. "Cum in your underwear for me! I want to wear it tomorrow!" Post-orgasm, the boys stayed naked and proceeded to make dinner together. It was clear that something had changed between them, but their brotherly bond was as tight as ever. After eating, they studiously completed their homework side by side at the kitchen table. When their mother returned home at 9 PM, the boys were cuddled up together on the couch watching television. Always one to ruin a moment, she immediately yelled to the boys, "Go get ready for bed. NOW!" The boys brushed their teeth and washed their faces before kissing their mom goodnight. Once alone, inside their room, Aachithan kissed his brother softly on the lips and said his own goodnight. Within minutes, he was fast asleep. Aadhavan, on the other hand, was full of sexual energy. He returned to Instagram and stared at the photo of the circumcised dick on his screen. He began stroking his dick as he imagined taking the mushroom-shaped head into his mouth. The visible skin of the body attached to the dick was too light skinned to be Kishan, but he knew it had to be somebody South Asian. How many South Asian boys at his school could be circumcised? He thought about all the Muslim boys in his class, especially Muhammad. Could Muhammad's dick be that nice? He stroked his dick faster and faster trying to picture Muhammad's face in his mind. Suddenly, a notification popped up on his screen. "I hope you like my dick, Aadhavan" it said, and then, "I dream about yours too." Without thinking, he clicked on the message and replied, `I liked it a lot. Who are you?" Aadhavan waited and waited for a response, but after 30 minutes, nothing came. Choosing to save his load for another day, Aadhavan pulled his underwear up and positioned himself more comfortably for sleep. Before setting his alarm on his phone, Aadhavan opened up his texts from Mr. Nicholson and typed "OMG I just had sex with my brother! I can't wait to tell you about it!" He then closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. Let me know what you think of this part of the story!