Date: Sat, 18 Jul 2020 15:30:18 +0200 From: Tamil Tails Writer Subject: South Asian Perverts - A Love Story (Part 5) (Young Friends, Gay) South Asian Perverts - A Love Story (Part 5) 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 just started walking aimlessly. It was getting close to noon and the September sun was already causing him to sweat. He was immediately reminded that he wasn't wearing deodorant, underwear, or even socks. He felt sweat pooling in every crevice of his body as he made his way over to the large soccer field in his neighbourhood. Aadhavan, always the pervert, thought the best way to relax would be to watch some weekend jocks get sweaty in the heat. He was quickly blinded by the sunshine directly in his face as he walked up the hill to the field. He heard whistles and voices screaming, the telltale sign of a soccer practice. Wiping the thick sweat from his brow and trying to adjust his eyes. "Aadhavan!" Aadhavan heard his name being called. "I keep asking you to come to see my play and you never do," the voice continued. Aadhavan turned in time to see Kishan come running towards him. HIs best friend was dressed in his soccer kit, still looking completely fresh. "Practice just starting?" Aadhavan asked, trying to deflect attention away from him. "Yeah, Aadi," KIshan said with a smile, "you gonna stay?" "I'll stay and watch for a bit," Aadhavan told his friend, "I've got nothing better to do." Kishan led his friend across the pitch and showed him where to sit. Aadhavan sat down in the grass and took a glance at the boys on the field. He didn't recognize anyone. Considering that Kishan played fairly high level soccer, it was no surprise. Kishan's soccer playing was such a nonissue in their friendship. Aadhavan never found himself attracted to his friend. It was probably because the smell of his sweat wasn't very pungent. Aadhavan started to become obsessed with looking at how the boys' legs and asses moved in their soccer shorts. He noticed that there were a few boys whose maturity was more advanced based on the amount of leg hair they had. There was one pair of legs that piqued his interest the most. They belonged to a boy with a tight ass who seemed destined to never turn and face Aadhavan. Who was this the boy with the number 5 on his jersey? Aadhavan reached to take a sip from KIshan's water bottle and almost choked when #5 jogged past him. It was Muhammad! The boy ran by Aadhavan without turning his head. It felt very forced, but Aadhavan was too heartbroken to notice. Sitting on the grass in the almost violent heat, Aadhavan was obsessed with watching Muhammad move around the field. At point point he was even almost smacked in the head with an errant pass. A few minutes later, a whistle sounded and Kishan ran over to Aadhavan to grab his water bottle. "Kish, you never told me that Muhammad was on your team." "Oh, that loser," Kishan laughed, "He's just lucky that he's quick and can score." Kishan swallowed a third of his water bottle and then returned to the field. Aadhavan watched in awe as Muhammad worked on kicking corner balls on the opposite side. To anyone paying attention, Aadhavan's behaviour was completely obvious. He stared unabashedly at Muhammad. He watched his muscular legs kick ball after ball from the far corner. Aadhavan's dick became painfully hard in his own shorts. He regretted that he was wearing such an old pair. He hadn't worn these shorts outside of his house in three years. Out of the corner of his eye, Aadhavan saw Aachuthan start to cross the park heading towards him. He could feel the anger inside him rise as he felt his brother intrude on his private experience. Aadhavan stubbornly stayed sitting on the grass and ignored his brother's intrusion until the boy landed on the grass beside him. "I've been looking for you for like an hour," Aachuthan whined. "I'm fine, go home," Aadhavan answered bluntly. "Anna, I'm sorry for what happened. I can explain, but later. At home..." the young boy tried to explain. "Why are you staring at that loser?" Achuthan accused his brother. "I'm not staring at anybody, thampi. I'm watching Kishan practice," Aadhavan said, trying his best to even out his tone. "That boy over there," Aachuthan gestured at Muhammad, "That short-ass loser in your class." "What makes you think Muhammad is a loser? He's just quiet. I don't think he's really found a group of friends yet," Aadhavan said, trying to protect the boy who seemed to be winning over his heart. "He's always hanging out with his brother at recess. He tries to play soccer with us during recess but all he does is show off," Aachuthan's voice raised an octave as he whined. "Maybe he just needs one group of people to give a chance," "Oh! And the other day he was standing awkwardly in the bathroom at school holding onto his cell phone. It's like he was trying to take photos of boys in the washroom," Aadhavan immediately thought back to the dick pic he received from the washroom. The more he thought about it, the more his secret admirer had to be Muhammad. But how did he get the shorts in Aadhavan's backpack if he wasn't at school. This was the most important piece of evidence. Aadhavan didn't respond to his brother. The conversation faded as the boys watched the end of practice. At the sound of the final whistle, many of the boys on the field collapsed in the heat. Siblings and parents rushed to bring water bottles to the boys. In the chaos, Aadhavan lost track of Muhammad only to find him walking away alongside his younger brother and a taller boy, who Aadhavan assumed to be an older brother. He was wearing a different shirt making Aadhavan upset that he missed out on the opportunity to gawk at Muhammad's body while changing out his practice kit. Kishan sprinted over to Aadhavan and chugged the remains of his water bottle. His hair looked as effortlessly styled as it had before practice. His gear didn't even look soaked with sweat at all, but Aadhavan knew that his best friend had worked his ass off on that field. Kishan stood in front of the two boys and removed his shirt. Aadhavan swallowed a gasp as he realized that Kishan definitely had a great body that he kept hidden from everyone. He had some matted dark hairs under his arms, the faintest trace of a six pac, and his pecs were definitely better developed than everyone in their class except for Niko. Kishan sat in the grass beside Aadhavan and unlaced his cleats before reading into his bag for his sneakers and a fresh t-shirt. The bright sunshine cascaded off Kishan's brown skin causing Aadhavan to pause and genuinely consider his best friend's physique. The trio walked across the field in the direction of Aadhavan's apartment building. The best friends talked amicably about school while Aachuthan lagged behind them. Walking down the hill and crossing the busy road, they found Kishan's mom waiting for him. Aadhavan desperately wanted to invite his best friend to come up to his apartment, but he knew it would be impossible. Aadhavan's dad was still asleep and he also knew that every Saturday afternoon Kishan was forced to go to Tamil classes, something Aadhavan had avoided since his mother forced them to speak so much at home. "Damn," Aachithan exclaimed as soon as they were alone. "If my best friend had a body like that I would be all over his." He emphasized his meaning by gratuitously rubbing his pre-teen bulge. "Sorry, bro," Aadhavan laughed, "I'm pretty sure Kishan is only into pussy." The topic of sex had created an awkward tension between the two brothers. They walked beside each other down the sidewalk towards their building. The sound of traffic, especially the large city buses, made it practically impossible for the boys to keep talking. This suited Aadhavan just fine as he didn't want to talk to Aachuthan yet anyway. As soon as they were comfortably locked back inside the apartment, Aadhavan kicked off his shoes and ripped off his shirt. A huge sigh of relief coursed through his body as the fabric peeled away from his skin. The odours of his body were always intriguing to him. The scent coming from his pits would always be one of his greatest turn ons. Aadhavan watched his brother head to the kitchen for a drink of water and decided to head to the bedroom instead. A few minutes later, Aachuthan appeared. "Aadi, we need to talk." "You ignored me ever since we got home on Thursday." "You're in love with me!" Aachuthan declared. "It's weird." "I'm not in love with you." "Then why did you start making out with me?" "Kissing's part of sex. We sucked each other's dicks. Why can't we kiss?" Aadhavan demanded. "It's just weird. You're my brother." "Here, I'll show you," Aadhavan said as he pulled his brother towards him. Aadhavan proceeded to show his little brother what he had learned from Mr. Nicholson. After a few moments, Aadhavan pushed his brother away from him and smiled. Aachuthan was sporting major wood. "See?" Aadhavan laughed. "Kissing can be super hot. Plus, I can't love you if I'm in love with someone else!" It was at that moment that Aadhavan started thinking about Muhammad. He remembered his cell phone and the Instagram DMs he had received. He hadn't replied to the stranger's messages in over 24 hours. No wonder Muhammad had been so quick to ignore him earlier today. "Are you in love with that boy who's been sending you messages?" Aachuthan teased. Aadhavan smiled, and then nodded. "But I'm not telling you anything about it right now. Let me enjoy it first." Aachuthan stood in the middle of the room and thought about the situation. "Can I at least suck your dick, then? You were so sweaty outside and you were smelling so good. I just wanna suck your dick," Aachithan pleaded with his brother. Aadhavan thought about the complexity of his brother's feelings. They had entered dangerous territory when they started fooling around. But at least he had confessed that he was developing feelings for another boy. Aadhavan flopped back on his mattress and rubbed his growing bulge in front of his brother. "Go ahead, little brother." Neither brother wanted to admit it, but they were both thinking of someone else through the blowjob Aachuthan gave to Aadhavan. The older brother thought of nothing but Muhammad. He imagined it was his short, compact, and yet incredibly fit classmate worshipping his four inch dick, while the younger brother imagined sucking off Kishan. He imagined how incredibly hot it would be to get to taste the dick of his brother's best friend, a boy he had admired and worshipped for years. Aadhavan directed his brother to grab onto his balls, but instead the younger boy suctioned each ball into his small mouth and tried to suck the sweat from his brother's balls. Precum easily flowed from Aadhavan's tip and the younger brother greedily slurped it all up. With his brother's foreskin surrounding the head of his dick, Aachuthan gently pressed his tongue inside and licked, swallowed, and enjoyed all of the treasures hiding underneath. Aadhavan bit down on his wrist to avoid calling out for Muhammad and then also realized his father was due to wake up any moment. Aadhavan closed his eyes and imagined Muhammad ass in the fabric of his blue soccer shorts. He wanted to know what the boy was wearing underneath. Could his soccer kit be as sweaty and delicious as his t-shirt was after a period of phys. ed.? The thought of getting to enjoy Muhammad's body secretions and his underwear on a regular basis caused Aadhavan to shoot his load into his brother's waiting mouth. Aachuthan stood up with a sly smile on his face and his shorts at his ankles. His dick was bouncing with sexual energy. Their father's voice soon echoed through the apartment, "Boys, I am having a shower and then leaving for work. I expect your homework to be completed by the time I see you tomorrow." Answering at the same time, the boys then turned back to each other. Aadhavan directed his brother to lie facedown on his bed. He stared at his brother's smooth backside and wished that he had Muhammad's naked body in his bed with him. Aachuthan and Muhammad were roughly the same height, though Muhammad had more body muscle. Aadhavan ran his hands over his brother's ass cheeks and leaned his face in and smelled his brother's ass. The faintest smell of soap was a disappointment. He imagined that Muhammad's asshole would reek of teenage hormones, sweat, and need. Aadhavan spread his brother's ass apart and exposed his asshole. He wondered if his winking asslips looked identical to Aachuthan's. He probed his brother's asshole with his tongue, getting it wet and then making quick circles with his tongue. Being uncut, the boys had never required any lubricants to enjoy masturbation, even though this was a relatively new activity for Aachuthan. For fifteen consecutive minutes, Aadhavan licked and sucked his brother's boy pussy. His brother writhed underneath on two different occasions, letting Aadhavan know that he had a dry cum. Aachuthan squirmed away from his brother once the sensations in his body were too great to withstand. He sat up and pecked his older brother on the lips and then let the kiss linger as the two boys made out for a few minutes. The younger boy reached to pick up his shorts and for a moment it looked like he was going to put them back on. Instead, he threw them onto his own bed, choosing to remain completely naked. "Anna, will you please tell me what's going on with you?" The younger boy asked. "I will tell you tonight, thampi" Aadhavan said bluntly, "I will tell you a story before we go to sleep." Aachuthan, placated for now, turned to exit the bedroom, when Aadhavan added, "But only if you have all of your homework finished." The younger boy groaned, "You're such a good big brother," he said, his voice layered in sarcasm. Aadhavan laid in bed and thought about all the events that had happened recently. His head started to spin when he heard a ding come from his cell phone. It was a new text from Kishan. "Aadi, we didn't even talk about what happened in class after you left yesterday. Have you even read any of my messages????" "My dad took my phone, Kish! Let me read your messages." Aadhavan then spent the next minute reading through their text history. The majority of the messages were complaints from Kishan about his assigned science project partner. He was being forced to work with Omar. For some reason, ever since grade five, the two boys had always been assigned partners by their teachers for a project at the beginning of the year. Each time, Kishan whined about it. Each time, Omar proved to be more adept than expected. And each time the boys got an A. The only detail about Aadhavan's partner was that he would be shocked and want to barf. "You always get an A with Omar, Kish. Quit bitching." "I know. LOL" "But you didn't tell me who my partner is." "Aadi, bruh, you have to work with that douchebag Muhammad!" "Why are you always so mean to him?" "Dunno. Everyone is." "Well, I'm going to become his friend." "Good luck, Aadi. I'll still be your bestie when you come back to me." And with that the conversation ended. Going back to his email, Aadhavan deleted the spam, and checked the single message he had received from Muhammad. Aadhavan was hurt by the tone of the message. Muhammad implied that Aadhavan would obviously be pissed off having to work with him. He apologized for being stuck together and then offered a handful of very good ideas for their project. Aadhavan wondered why he hadn't put forth more of an effort to be friends with Muhammad. He was fully aware that the boy needed a friend. Aadhavan responded to Muhammad's email and tried to clarify that he was really happy to be paired together, even saying that it was his number one choice. He told Muhammad that he liked all of the choices and then listed them in order of preference. He ended the email by telling Muhammad that they could work together at his apartment after school next week. In Aadhavan's mind, the most important task now was to repair his relationship with his mystery admirer. He clicked the Instagram icon just as he received a response from Muhammad telling him that they could work together after school on Tuesday. Aadhavan's mood perked up thinking that Muhammad must be online right now if he responded to the email. He immediately sent a message to the mystery boy, saying, "I'm sorry, dude! My dad took my phone away yesterday. I didn't get it back until this morning. I LOVED your special gift. I jerked off four times last night sniffing your shorts!" And, like he had done the previous day, Aadhavan sat in his bed waiting for a response. After 10 minutes, he responded to Muhammad's email to distract himself. Seconds later, he received a thumbs up emoji from Muhammad indicating that they would indeed be working together on Tuesday at Aadhavan's apartment. Not wanting to let his phone leave his hand, Aadhavan kept refreshing the app. He even tried to restart the phone to see if that would prompt a response. After nodding off, a vibration in his hand and a ding alerted Aadhavan to a new message. "I'll always forgive you, Aadi, don't forget. I thought I went too far. I thought I scared you off." "No, dude! The shorts were perfect. I'm working on a present for you now." "Am I that special?" "I think you are." The boy responded with a blushing emoji. Taking a risk, Aadhavan responded with, "I think I know who you are." After a few minutes, Aadhavan tried to send another message but it wouldn't go through. He clicked the boy's profile only to find that he had been blocked or that the account had been deleted. The urge to cry hit Aadhavan like a freight train. He rolled onto his side clutching a pillow and tried his best to drift off to sleep. *** Hours later, Aadhavan finally woke up and found the room to be almost pitch dark. The last dregs of sunlight were straining to reach the bedroom window. Aadhavan glanced at the bedroom clock and saw that it was almost 7:45 PM. He decided to get up out of bed and find something to eat. He threw on the same pair of far-too-small shorts he was wearing earlier. Opening the bedroom door, he was disoriented by all the kitchen and den lights on. The TV was showing Avengers: Endgame at almost full volume and Aachuthan was splayed out on the couch. The boy was still completely naked. The volume of the television was so loud that the younger boy didn't hear his brother exit the bedroom. "Chu, turn that down!" Aadhavan barked, realizing he was still in an incredibly pissy mood. The volume of the TV turned down so low that it was barely audible. Aadhavan walked into the small kitchen and saw that there was half an oven-baked pizza on the counter. "Thanks for leaving me some pizza, thampi," Aadhavan said, trying to convey a genuine sense of appreciation in his voice. The older brother went and joined his younger brother on the couch. Aachuthan lifted up his legs so that his brother could sit down and promptly placed his legs on top of Aadhavan's thighs, continuing to take over the entire couch. Aadhavan devoured his dinner while the boys sat together and watched the rest of the movie. Despite the physical intimacy of the boys' positions on the couch, the tension between them was clear to both. Neither brother could bring himself to be the first to speak.Over an hour later, when the movie ended, Aachuthan handed the television remote over to his brother, ever the dutiful younger brother. Aadhavan flicked around channels for the next few minutes until he landed on an episode of The Big Bang Theory. The budding vixen, Aachuthan rolled from his side onto his back, exposing his entire package to his older brother. What looked to Aadhavan like an innocent move morphed quickly into a very suggestive demonstration. Aachuthan raised one arm above his head and gently scratched at his right pit and then swapped sides. Aadhavan did his best to ignore his brother and focus on the television. He knew his brother was being provocative and he wasn't ready for anything yet. Not to be ignored, Aachuthan reached down and began grabbing at his balls. Rubbing each tiny sac in his small hands, he paid absolutely zero attention to what was on the screen. Aadhavan decided to not play into his brother's efforts and started to overreact to the laughs on screen. He glanced at Aachuthan and could tell the boy was getting visibly annoyed that his brother was completely ignoring his come ons. The younger boy leaned back and started to stretch, ready for one last effort. Getting off the couch, he faced away from his brother and bent forward moving into his least favourite yoga position, padahastasana. In this position his naked body was divided in half and his boy pussy was on full display for his older brother. He could feel the stale heat from the apartment hit his exposed asshole and that made his lips twitch, along with memories of his brother's mouth suctioned right on his hole. Aadhavan gladly stared at his brother's tight, hairless, and fully exposed hole, but he wasn't about to be tricked. He simply reached for the remote and began aimlessly surfing for a new show to watch. At this time of night, shortly after 11 PM, it was basically all news and sports highlights, none of which interested him. Aadhavan tossed the remote onto the couch where he had been sitting and went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. He brushed his teeth, took a much needed piss (proving that he was quite dehydrated), and then washed his face. Staring at his reflection in the mirror, he was less appalled by what he saw. Muhammad's (he hoped) fascination with him and his body was helping him develop more of an appreciation for himself. In the kitchen, he filled a large glass of water and swallowed it down in one gulp and then repeated. The dark yellow of his piss had a less than pleasant smell and he thought he needed to be properly hydrated to have a more arousing body odour. He filled the glass for a third time and carried it to the bedroom. Aachuthan was now on the couch while still watching TV. Aadhavan reached for his cell phone and looked to see if the mystery profile had reappeared on his Instagram. Having no new requests but hoards of new notifications of posts and tags, he felt a rising anger in his body. He opened his email and typed a quick message to Muhammad. "Tuesday's no good. Maybe Thursday. Or the weekend." He tried to be as noncommittal as possible, hoping that Muhammad would show some urgency in his desire for the boys to get together. Aadhavan felt his eyes get tired. He was definitely not used to spending this much time looking at a screen. His mother had always put a greater emphasis on studying and reading. Hoping for a better night sleep, Aadhavan reached to flick off the bedside lamp when the door swung open. Aachuthan stormed in angrily and threw a pile of papers at his brother's bed. "I fucking finished all my fucking homework, you fucking cunt!" Aachuthan spat at his brother, the words sounding immature in spite of his anger. Aachuthan had never sworn at his brother like this before. He was far more shocked than he was angry. "Leave me alone, thampi!" "No! You promised to talk to me tonight if I finished my homework," Aachuthan whined, "I even made dinner for you!" "I can't," Aadhavan said softly, not looking at his brother. "Quit being a bitch!" "I'm not being a bitch, I'm upset and I don't wanna talk about it!" "You're my brother and you're basically in charge since mom left. You can't just ignore me because you're mad at me." "Good! We're getting somewhere," Aachuthan smiled and hopped onto his brother's bed. "I want to sleep. We can talk tomorrow." "No, you told me tonight and I did everything you asked. Even more," Aachuthan's stubbornness was clearly going to win this argument. The young boy may not have the academic aptitude of his older brother (mostly because he didn't care to do more than what was necessary), but he was far better at reading people and gauging their intentions. He saw that if he prodded far enough, Aadhavan would relent. Aadhavan sighed, a clear signal to Aachuthan that he had won. "Tell me about this boy's shorts! Tell me why you're upset! Tell me everything," he begged, sitting up and crossing his legs. Still completely naked, all his boy parts were still fully on display. Aadhavan was glad that he had already pulled his sheets up over his waist. He knew that his dick would betray him if he got too hard telling his brother some, and not all, of the story of his first week of grade eight. Aadhavan told his brother about the first day of school and how he had been crushing on Niko. Aadhavan very loudly agreed that the boy's body was boner worthy. He was surprised that he shared the detail about finding, and then stealing, Niko's gym shirt and then using it to jerk off when he got home. "Where's the shirt now? I wanna see it. I wanna smell it, too," the younger boy begged. Aadhavan ignored his brother's question and continued his story. He next told his brother about how the new cell phone caused a new wrinkle in his life. He said that the boys (and girls) in his class posted pretty revealing photos on Instagram and that it was really distracting to be together in class while trying to visualize them without clothes on. "What about Kish? Does Kishan post those photos? I wanna see more of Kishan!" Instead of answering, Aadhavan asked his brother if he remembered how he had almost fainted during phys. ed. Aachuthan nodded. He then explained how he had been sitting on the bench at the office and saw Muhammad's sweaty t-shirt sitting forgotten on the floor of the staff washroom. "Why was he using that washroom? I thought you had to use the change rooms starting in grade 7. Did he leave it on purpose? How did you find two sweaty t-shirts? Are you lying to me?" Aadhavan didn't really register his brother's questions at the moment. He was mentally preparing for the hardest part of the story. Taking a long, exaggerated breath, Aadhavan began telling Aachuthan about the weird request he got on IG. He left out the part about how he deleted it the first time and then accidentally allowed it when he thought it was Mr. Nicholson. He then told his younger brother how he got another dick pic taken and sent from the school washroom. "This guy was posting photos of other guy's crotches? And he sent you a dick pic! Let me see, Aadi! Let me see this dick," Aachuthan's begging was pretty adorable. Aadhavan considered showing him, but he didn't want to get sidetracked. Not wanting to make his brother feel bad about what had happened on Thursday night, Aadhavan tried as best as he could to tell his brother about his night time photo exchange with the still mysterious boy on Instagram. "You sent this person pics of your dick? How do you know it's not some sick pervert?" The two boys sat quietly as Aadhavan saw his brother making connections in his mind. He hoped that his brother wasn't going to ask him about Mr. Nicholson. He couldn't - he wouldn't - tell his brother any of that. "Remember when I saw that guy in your class acting all weird in the washroom? Is that who it is? Is Muhammad sending you dick pics?" Aadhavan didn't know how to react. If he thought so and his brother thought so, shouldn't that make it true? "Muhammad is so fucking hot, Aadi,"Aachuthan said quietly, almost whispering. Aadhavan detected a hint of jealousy in his voice. Aadhavan continued the story about the special gift that he received in his backpack. He told his brother about Muhammad not being at school and sitll receiving the present. He reminded his brother how their dad took his phone away at the family's awkward lunch and how he had missed so many messages from the secret boy. Aadhavan told his brother that he and Muhammad had now been paired together on a project. Aachuthan sat across from his brother and couldn't speak. He had so many thoughts swirling in his head. Aadhavan mentioned to his brother that Muhammad completely ignored him at the soccer practice that morning. And he finally told his brother how he tried to tell his admirer that he had figured out the mystery identity. "Are you nuts, Aadi? You can't just say something like that," Aachuthan nearly screamed out. "What do you mean?" "Muhammad's playing a game with you to see if he can trust you. He's being secretive because he likes you but he doesn't trust you yet. You need to play at his pace," Achuthan chastised his brother, coming across with maturity more than twice his age. "So now you can see why I'm so upset. And fucked," Aadhavan whined. "You're definitely not fucked," Aachuthan laughed, "but you did fuck up." Aadhavan shifted uncomfortably. He knew that he had fucked up. There was nothing else he could do. "So how are we going to win him back?" Aachuthan asked. "What do you mean?" "Duh, Aadi. You gotta try something!" "But what can I do? There's no more Instagram. And talking to him at school is too weird. And if I email him, he could show everyone and ruin my life!" "Why did he give you a pair of shorts, anna?" Aadhavan felt himself go flush. "Well... um... I kinda told him... I told him that I like... I can't tell you!" "OMG! You told him that you like dirty underwear!" Aachuthan almost shrieked. Aadhavan jumped up on his knees and tried to calm his brother, revealing the throbbing erection he had been concealing in his shorts underneath the sheets. "You're one to laugh, thampi. I found you asleep with my underwear on your face," Aadhavan said, accusatorily. "I know about your secret box in the closet," Aachuthan spat back. Aadhavan looked like he was about to choke. "Don't worry, Aadi. I haven't touched it. It's just hard to keep secrets when you share a bedroom. Like how you always wait until you think I'm asleep to jerk off!" Aadhavan didn't even know how to react. He felt like there was no hope at all in his life. "I always fall asleep, anna. It's not like I'm there watching you the whole time." Aadhavan felt himself start to calm down. He and his brother had crossed many boundaries in the past few days. And tonight he had shared some very sordid details about himself. His brother didn't judge him negatively, he seemed more excited than anything. "I don't know what to do, thampi." Aadhavan felt like he was going to cry. He was always the more stoic and emotionless of the two brothers, but now twice in less than twelve hours he felt like he was going to fall into a chasm. "How confident are you that the boy online is Muhammad?" Aadhavan thought for a minute, and then responded, "95 percent. There's just the issue about him not being at school yesterday morning." "Do you think he is as into dirty clothes and body odour as you? Or should I say us?" Aadhavan smiled, "Oh, absolutely! You should smell the shorts he gave me, Chu! There had to be at least a dozen loads of cum stains. And it smelled like he had worn them for days!" "Go get them. Let me smell them! Please?" "If you help me fix this, I'll let you keep them." "Okay, I have the best idea. It's guaranteed to work." Aadhavan wasn't so sure. His brother is 11 years old. What could he possibly know about relationships? What did he know about love? As a true testament to his stubbornness, Aachuthan just kept talking. "So, let's say Muhammad left his t-shirt there hoping you would find it. And let's say that for some reason he was actually able to get his shorts into your backpack without being in class that morning. He seems like he must be like us. He's gotta be into boy odours and cum stains. Don't you think?" Aadhavan nodded. He was pretty sure. The boy online had never admitted it, but the Ziploc bag and the perfectly ripe shorts were such a good sign. "Well, you're gonna give him a special prize in return. Okay, Aadi?" "If I give him a pair of shorts, how will he know it's me? Or a pair of underwear? If I give him his shorts back he's gonna think that I don't want them." "You're being so dumb," Aachuthan laughed. "What do you mean?" "His t-shirt, bro. That's the secret weapon!" Aadhavan's eyes went wide as he thought about giving away the t-shirt. He loved sleeping in Muhammad's t-shirt. It may be a little too small for his height, but it almost felt like he was being cuddled by Muhammad all night. "For the rest of the weekend, we're gonna make you cum over and over again into that shirt. You're going to wear it the whole time. And then, on Monday morning, you're going to sneak it into Muhammad's backpack like he did for you. If he really left his shirt there on purpose, he'll know what it means." Aadhavan couldn't help but smile. His brother was right. This was an incredibly solid plan. "Let's start right now, Aadi. We need to start adding your jizz to that t-shirt!" Aadhavan looked at the clock by his bed and saw that it was 2:30 AM. Had they really been talking for this long? He tried to summon a yawn to show his brother that he was too tired, but his dick was just too hard. He jumped out of bed and walked to the closet and pulled out his not-so-secret Rubbermaid bin. He took out Muhammad's t-shirt, recently placed in its own Ziploc bag, and then slid off his shorts before lying down on his back in his bed. Aachuthan grabbed the t-shirt, took an extra long sniff, and felt his body ache with sexual urges. Aachuthan got up, turned off the light, and then crawled into his brother's bed. "You've had a rough day, Aadi. I'm glad you trust me enough to tell me what's going on. I'm gonna do this for you because I want you to be happy. Just lay back and enjoy. I'll do all the work." Aadhavan closed his eyes and felt his brother try to wrap both of his small hands around his older brother's throbbing four inch dick. For the next ten minutes Aachuthan used only his hands to stimulate his brother's dick. He slid his hand up and down the shaft allowing the foreskin to expose and then recover his brother's uncut dick. As Aadhavan erupted, Aachuthan tried to catch all the cum with the fabric of the t-shirt. It was a little difficult in the dark, so he wiped his brother's stomach and thighs trying to collect any leftover droplets. Aadhavan's breathing had steadied so quickly post-orgasm that he was already fast asleep by the time Aachuthan had finished cleaning up. The younger brother grabbed the blankets, covered both of their naked bodies, and then spooned his body next to his brother's so he too could fall asleep. In the morning, Aachuthan happened to wake up first, and set himself up to pry a second load of cum from his brother's balls. His actions were not completely innocent. He hoped that by helping his brother with Muhammad that Aadhavan would consider helping his brother get Kishan to drop his pants and get a blowjob from the younger boy. It was barely 8 AM when Aachuthan started sucking his brother's morning wood. He almost started wondering if his brother would even realize what was happening when he felt Aadhavan's hand gently rub the top of his head. Within a few minutes, Aachuthan was forcefully stroking out a second load from his brother and having much more success collecting the cum in Muhammad's t-shirt. Aadhavan mumbled something and then rolled onto this right side and fell back asleep. Aachuthan, now having more space on the mattress, pressed his body against his brother's back and grinded his throbbing, hairless erection into his brother. He immediately thought about what it would be like to fuck his big brother. A stunning fantasy swept through his mind so quickly that his dry cum happened so fast that fell asleep without realizing it had even happened. Hours later the boys woke up for good. Their father had come home in between Aadhavan's first and second cums. Neither boy had regrets and for the first time since puberty had hit neither thought of their dick first. They were starved for real food. They both quickly pulled on a pair of shorts for when their father woke up and Aachuthan reminded his big brother that he needed to keep wearing Muhammad's t-shirt. "But what if Appa wakes up? Won't he notice? He'll definitely say something." "Anna, trust me. He won't. You and I have both secretly been wearing the same underwear for several days in a row. And if he didn't say anything to me about not wearing deodorant all week, he won't say anything now." Aadhavan relented and slipped on the t-shirt. The scent of the shirt was positively electrifying. He could feel his cum stains rubbing at different parts of his upper body including one that kept kissing at his left nipple when he moved his arm. He was in a constant state of heightened arousal just being near the t-shirt. It was going to be much more difficult to control himself now. In the kitchen, Aadhavan prepared bacon and eggs for the two of them while his brother flopped on the couch and found an episode of Spongebob to watch. Once their now-lunch was ready, Aadhavan brought two plates to the couch and the boys promptly devoured everything in front of them. There was no immediate need to clean up since their mother was away and it was highly unlikely their father would complain about dirty dishes sitting on the coffee table or in the sink. He was much more lenient when it came to household chores. After having watched Endgame last night, Aadhavan wanted to watch Spider-Man: Homecoming. The boys settled in to start watching the movie in similar body positions to the previous night, only with more clothing being worn and much less tension between siblings. "Fuck," Aachuthan groaned, "I want to sniff Tom Holland's costume so badly!" Aadhavan quickly agreed. Tom Holland was his ultimate celebrity fantasy.Aadhavan had cum so many times thinking of the actor pistoning his dick in and out of his asshole. Aadhavan had been pawing at himself for about 20 minutes when he heard his father's bedroom door open. He tried his best to conceal his hard on by changing body positions when his father came over and kissed each boy on the top of their heads. "Boys, pause the movie. I expect to see finished homework before I leave for work," he said in English, surprising the boys. "Appa, why are you speaking in English?" Aachuthan asked in Tamil. Their father laughed. "Your mother isn't here. We can do things differently." The boys trudged off to their room to grab their finished work. Aadhavan's smell did not go unnoticed by his father. It triggered inside of him a flood of memories that he had been encouraged (and almost violently forced) to suppress. Choosing to say nothing, he simply reviewed his sons' homework and passed it back with a smile. "I will be leaving for work shortly. If you leave the apartment, you must stay in the neighbourhood. I don't want you going anywhere by bus." "Yes, Appa," Aadhavan said. "It's going to rain today, anyway," Achuthan added. The boys returned to the movie while their father happily cleaned up the kitchen and made his own food to eat. WIthin an hour he had left for work. As soon as the door clicked shut, Aachuthan pulled off his shorts and sighed heavily in relief. His dick looked as hard as it had ever been. He then reached for his brother's shorts and began pulling them off. "Chu, what are you doing?" "Appa's gone. Time for another cum!" Thinking of Muhammad, Aadhavan let himself be stripped at the waist by his brother. He attempted to also remove the t-shirt, but Aachuthan encouraged him to leave it on. The younger brother fell to his knees in front of the couch and positioned himself in between his brother's legs. He began sucking on his brother's balls and discovered the different layers of sweat that had collected since Aadhavan's last shower. The little brother focused the majority of his attention on his brother's balls. He licked and sucked on each testicle as he stroked his brother's throbbing shaft. He would occasionally lick from just underneath Aadhavan's balls all the way to the tip of his big brother's dick and then watch as Aadhavan squirmed and produced more precum. Aadhavan's dick erupted quicker than either had anticipated, however most of his young cum squirted onto the t-shirt. With a satisfied look on his face Aachuthan flopped back onto the couch beside his brother. Aadhavan wasn't sure if it was Tom Holland's excruciatingly fit body or the fantasies of Muhammad that caused him to unload. Aadhavan moved a hand to his brother's dick, still urgently erect, but he was brushed off by Aachuthan, who said, "No, Aadi. This whole weekend is for you." The fourth cum came almost an hour later as the boys started to watch Ant-Man and the Wasp. In an almost identical position, Aachuthan was on his knees in front of his brother and proceeded to help him cum. This time the younger boy focused his efforts on his brother's asshole. He used his fingers to stimulate his brother's asslips while Aadhavan stroked his own dick. Aadhavan really wanted his brother to lick his boy pussy. He was desperate to know how it felt, but Aachuthan was either being a major tease or he had no interest. He was using two of his small fingers to finger fuck his big brother. He removed both fingers, sucked them into his mouth to taste his brother's ass juices, and then shoved both fingers back inside Aadhavan's hole. The taste was so overpowering that Aachuthan started to dry cum while fingering his big brother. This caused Aadhavan to splash his load on the fabric of the t-shirt. Number five happened right after dinner while the boys were sitting at the kitchen table. Aachuthan sat stroking his brother's dick while Aadhavan shoved him Muhammad's photos that he had saved from Instagram. Aachuthan was not as interested in Muhammad's circumcised dick as his brother, but he could feel the absolute need of his brother's dick. Aadhavan spurted a smaller load onto his brother's hand which Aachuthan then rubbed all over the back of the t-shirt. The sixth load came after the boys had finished showering together. They had not had a shower together since they were much younger when they had been forced to do so to save on water. In the shower they took turns rimming each other, leaving Aadhavan to wonder why his brother waited until they were getting clean. For Aachuthan, however, the thrill was of getting wet while doing something so sexual. The younger boy had discovered last year that he loved the sensation of pissing on himself when he was showering. He wasn't quite ready to let Aadhavan know this. They licked and sucked at each other's rosebuds for almost 40 minutes. Their assholes were burning with desire. Their tongues were raw and sore from so much effort. Aadhavan loved the tiny, brilliantly tight skin of his brother's pussy. He had loved referring to his asshole as his boy pussy since first hearing the term in a video he watched on PornHub. His brother's brown skin looked so much darker in between his young legs. Even with the running water cascading over their bodies, the taste of sweat was unmistakable once Aachuthan's hole opened up. Aachuthan, getting his first real look at Aadhavan's asshole, had a similar fascination with his brother's asslips. He thought he could see dark hairs trying to grow inside his brother's ass which made him more lustful to be with an older boy. The boys quickly washed their own hair as they felt throbbing sensations from their boy pussies. Mad with the burning need to cum, Aadhavan collapsed on his back in their bedroom. Aachhuthan climbed onto his brother's body, planting his ass in his brother's face, as he grabbed onto Aadhavan's dick and began stroking the older boy. Aadhavan stared at his brother's hole, playing with the tiny muscle, spitting onto it and then watching his saliva slide across his brother's rosebud. He began imagining getting to be this intimate with Muhammad's asshole. He imagined what the colour of his asshole would be. He thought about the hair, the odour, the smell, the stink. And then he unleashed his smallest load of the day, dribbles of cum escaping his dick, which Aachuthan nonetheless cleaned up with the t-shirt. Aachuthan then helped his big brother put on Muhammad's t-shirt before falling asleep. The older boy was entirely exhausted, emotionally and physically. The younger boy jumped over to his own bed and fell asleep within minutes. The seventh and final load of cum came in the morning as the boys delayed getting ready for school. Aachuthan grabbed onto his brother's morning wood and began stroking Aadhavan's erection. "Muhammad's going to be sniffing and smelling this nasty t-shirt today after school, Aadi." Aadhavan groaned. "Muhammad's going to know all these stains came from your dick." Aadhavan moaned something unintelligible. "Muhammad's going to be so horny and happy that he'll make the next move." "Just wait, Aadi, you're going to get to suck Muhammad's dick and he's going to swallow your cum!" "Muhammad's going to come to school every day and you're going to swap underwear with him!" With that thought, Aadhavan grunted and pushed out a violent load that had been building in his balls overnight. "Come on, Aadi. Time to get dressed. You've got a big day today." Aadhavan dressed himself in a daze. He was amazed that he had the wherewithal to pack a lunch for himself and Aachuthan, make sure that his completed homework was neatly placed in his backpack, and mostly importantly find a Ziploc bag big enough for the filthy mess of Muhammad's t-shirt. With a heavy sigh, Aadhavan followed his brother out the door and left for school. Hope you all enjoyed it! 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