Date: Sun, 26 Jul 2020 16:57:01 +0200
From: Tamil Tails Writer <tamiltails@gmx.com>
Subject: South Asian Perverts - A Love Story (Part 8) (Young Friends, Gay)

South Asian Perverts - A Love Story (Part 8)

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.

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Just a little time jump to keep things interesting!



The next two months were absolute bliss for Aadhavan. His relationship with
Muhammad blossomed so much so that they were able to maintain a heightened
sex life and create a beautiful friendship that transcended sex. Three
times a week after school Muhammad helped Aadhavan practice his soccer
skills and twice a week Muhammad's dad dropped them off so that they could
do their "homework" together. This meant, of course, that the boys had
ample opportunities to practice their oral skills and explore the
boundaries of their sweat obsessions. The only downside was that they had
not yet been able to consistently be together on the weekends. Aadhavan
really wanted to be able to spend an entire night with his boyfriend under
the guide of a friend just sleeping over. They also continued to enjoy
their time at lunch in Mr. Nicholson's classroom. He had only once
requested to be present, but he soon after he was called to the office to
deal with a frustrated parent.

Academically, Aadhavan had never been more successful. His dad had taken a
day off work to take his son for a gifted placement test, which Aadhavan
easily passed. He then took another day off work to participate in a
school-based meeting where it was decided that Aadhavan would be provided
ninth grade math and language work by Mr. Park rather than send the boy to
an advanced placement classroom. Aadhavan's dad never once complained to
his son about having to take time off or about having to work longer hours
to make up for lost wages. He was so surprised by his dad's unwavering
support as he had been so used to his mother's iron fisted parenting.
Aadhavan's positive influence stretched to Muhammad as well. The older boy
was soon achieving soaring levels of success. Mr. Park understood the
positive effect the boys were having on each other and he soon moved them
to the same table group. While this caused far more precum secretions into
his underwear, Aadhavan kept working hard romantically and academically.

In terms of the social hierarchy of grade eight, Aadhavan coming out in the
change room was old, forgotten news. No one remembered it and no one talked
about it. Aadhavan had not mentioned it to Muhammad since the day it
happened, but it was something that was always on his mind. He really
wanted to be able to demonstrate his love for his boyfriend the way Niko
did so publicly for his girlfriend Anita. Kishan was no longer the bottom
feeder he had been after his homophobic tirade against Aadhavan. He had
sent Aadhavan a string of apologetic text messages in October, but Aadhavan
had only responded with one word responses. Kishan had not yet tried to
speak to him in person. Aadhavan desperately missed his best friend and it
caused him pain to see how much KIshan was suffering. But Aadhavan was a
Scorpio after all and the size of the grudge he was carrying prevented him
from taking any steps towards reconciliation.

At home, Aadhavan and Aachuthan remained as close as ever. Even though
their intimate sexual explorations had effectively ended, Aachuthan
remained interested in his brother's relationship and he was hopeful that
the pair would make it last. While Aadhavan was obviously a one-man kind of
guy, Aachuthan's sexual appetite didn't include monogamy. Aachuthan was
always surprised that his brother never caught on to his sexual activities
with Abdullah. They were definitely not really playing Pokemon together
after school. Abdullah was a good place to start, but Aachuthan's appetite
leaned decidedly towards older men. He was hellbent on getting
Mr. Nicholson to pay more attention to him and his body.

Aadhavan had even managed to maintain a good system on keeping the
apartment tidy. His grandmother's health had not deteriorated as quickly as
expected but their mother was content to remain in Sri Lanka until the very
end. Aadhavan and Aachuthan spent over an hour vacuuming and cleaning every
Sunday and they took turns cleaning the kitchen and bathroom every
Saturday. Their housekeeping had even been rewarded with handwritten notes
of praise from their father and a few more $50 bills.

It was now November 10. Long gone were the days of being able to wear loose
shorts and t-shirts to school. It had snowed a few days prior for the first
time that fall. Aadhavan thought he would miss getting to see his
classmates' legs and trying to get an eyeful of growing armpit bushes, but
he rarely thought at all of those things. He and Muhammad continued to
trade underwear each day at school. Longer pants managed to make Muhammad
sweat more than he did in the summer wearing shorts. And he had even
managed to start precumming just enough to cause tasty stains in his
briefs. Each boy had also gone through a growth spurt. Muhammad was now
three inches taller, making him 5'5:, now only four inches shorter than
Aadhavan, who had grown just an inch. But Aadhavan's growth spurt was with
his dick. It was now 5 1/4 inches when hard.

But why was November 10 so important to Aadhavan? It's because his birthday
was in four days. And Muhammad had promised him something major for his
thirteen birthday. He had no idea what major meant, all Aadhavan knew was
that he woke up each morning with major wood dreaming of the possibilities.

It was a Tuesday at lunchtime and the boys were hiding out in
Mr. Nicholson's room. They continued to be impressed that they still
managed to get away with hiding out and that no one had questioned their
whereabouts. They were cuddled up on a beanbag chair together kissing
softly. Muhammad's hands were underneath Aadhavan's sweatshirt caressing
his upperbody. The boy had become much more toned in the last few weeks due
to his increased physical activity playing soccer with Muhammad and being
more committed to fitness during phys. ed. lessons.

"Van, your birthday is in four days. I am so excited!"

"I'm aware, Hama," Aadhavan teased, using his personal nickname for his
boyfriend. They had decided they wanted nicknames they would only use for
each other when they celebrated their first month anniversary.

"I have so much planned for us," Muhammad teased, tweaking Aadhavan's
nipple with his fingers.

"I can wait to find out," the younger boy lied despite the butterflies in
his stomach.

"Well, I will tell you just one thing,"

Aadhavan's eyes perked up and Muhammad grabbed onto his other nipple.

"So... my dad talked to your dad," Muhammad started and then paused,
sensing the tension in his boyfriend's body, "and they have agreed that
you're going to spend the night of your birthday with me at my house!"

"OH MY GOD! Are you serious?" Aadhavan almost yelled.

"Shh, baby! Calm down. There is better news, too."

Muhammad waited for his boyfriend to look him in the eyes.

"My dad is going to take my brothers out and not come home until after
midnight."

Aadhavan couldn't believe this was true. He was beyond excited. He knew
that he wanted to move their relationship to the next level with anal sex
and this was the perfect opportunity. He was going to get fucked for his
birthday! Aadhavan showed his appreciation for his boyfriend by kissing him
passionately and aggressively rubbing the front of his jeans until Muhammad
creamed his briefs as the bell rang for lunch to end.

***

The rest of the week passed by slowly as Aadhavan and Muhammad waited for
Saturday night. Aadhavan had learned that it was Aachuthan who had worked
on their father to get him to agree to letting Aadhavan spend the night
with Muhammad. Their father, worried about who would be responsible for the
youngest brother, was pleased that Abdullah's mom was letting Aachuthan
spend the night with them.

On Friday, the day before Aadhavan's birthday, Muhammad gave him a wrapped
gift at the end of the day.

"Hama, you can give me your gift tomorrow when I am with you."

"Baby, this is something extra that I have been working on. It's for you to
open tonight just before you go to bed. And not before. Understand?"

Aadhavan agreed, though his curiosity almost killed him.

That night Aachuthan watched his brother open up his secret gift from his
boyfriend. Inside he found a pair of pajama pants and a note. The filthy
love note told Aadhavan that Muhammad had worn the pants to bed every night
since they had become official. Tomorrow was not only Aadhavan's birthday
but it was their two month anniversary. Almost two months' worth of sweat
and ball juice was hiding in these pants. Aadhavan wasn't sure if he wanted
to wear them as a mask around his face all night or to let their balls
sweat mix together. He eventually chose to wear them properly and he slept
with a raging hard on for most of the night.

In the morning the three men in Aadhavan's family celebrated his teenagedom
by going out to eat lunch at a Tamil restaurant. Their father never woke up
early enough to spend much time with the boys since he had taken a new job
with his wife being gone.The three thoroughly enjoyed their time together.

Afterwards, Aadhavan's dad dropped him off at Muhammad's home and he was
finally able to meet Muhammad's dad. The two men had a lively chat and
realized that they had many common interests. The lovebirds, fidgeting to
get inside and get naked, kept groaning as their fathers kept talking. It
got even more awkward when Muhammad's dad suggested that Aadhavan's dad
come and work with him. The job offered a much more reasonable schedule,
better pay, and would allow him to spend more time being a father. This
seemed to mean the boys would get to spend less time alone having sex.



Muhammad Sr. then invited the whole family into the house for birthday
cake. Muhammad's family presented Aadhavan with a huge chocolate cake (his
favourite!) and then gave him two boxes to unwrap. They gave him brand new
soccer cleats and a soccer jersey for Muhammad's favourite player, Robert
Lewandowski of Bayern Munich. The biggest gift of all would be when
Aadhavan finds out that he had secretly been wearing the jersey outside
every night for the past week getting sweaty kicking a soccer ball around.

Things got even more awkward when Aadhavan's dad asked why Muhammad was
given his dad's name when he was the middle brother and not the oldest.
Muhammad Sr. then explained what he thought was a humorous story. When
Rafat was born his wife forbid him from being named Muhammad and then when
she was pregnant a second time he insisted. Aadhavan's dad laughed,
understanding the power of a wife's wishes.

After what felt like the whole afternoon, but was really only 45 minutes,
Aadhavan's family left and Muhammad Sr. promised to return him home the
next afternoon. Aadhavan's father dropped Aachuthan at home and then had to
leave immediately for work. He had no idea that his youngest son had the
most scandalous plan in mind for that evening. Aachuthan had gone looking
for Mr. Nicholson's number on his brother's phone and that evening he and
Abdullah were going to video call him while they were playing naked
upstairs and alone in the empty apartment.

Eventually Muhammad Sr., Rafat, and Salim prepared to head out. They were
very secretive about their plans but they assured the boys that they would
be gone "until midnight at the earliest." For a man who had once been so
very religion, Muhammad Sr. had a very liberal viewpoint when it came to
allowing his son to engage in gay sex at such a young age. He could see the
boys were truly in love and he felt more comfortable knowing they would
always have a safe space to enjoy sex.

***

Immediately after the car had left the driveway the boys stripped down to
their underwear and Muhammad threw their clothes into his bedroom. He
wasn't quite ready for Aadhavan to see his bedroom and what he had planned
for later that evening. The boys embraced in the living room and pressed
their youthful bodies together. Aadhavan was beginning to get traces of a
treasure train on his brown skin and Muhammad loved to lick every inch of
it. Aadhavan had chosen to wore the same pair of boxer briefs he had worn
the first time he and Muhammad had swapped underwear and he was elated to
see that Muhammad had made the same choice. Aadhavan was also finally able
to properly thank his boyfriend for his early birthday gift. The passion of
their kisses only grew stronger as their relationship progressed. Each boy
was almost able to make the other cum just from making out.

Muhammad dragged his boyfriend into the living room and pushed him onto the
couch. He climbed into Aadhavan's lap and began licking and sucking on his
neck. He suctioned his mouth on Aadhavan's neck and sucked with wild
passion. He knew he was going to leave a mark on his boyfriend's body. He
also knew it would be next to impossible for Aadhavan to hide it. He wanted
to mark the Tamil boy's body and clearly claim it as his property.
Satisfied with his effort, Muhammad leaned back so that Aadhavan had to
stretch out his arms to catch him.

"I have a few surprises for you tonight, Van," Muhammad said with a
beautiful smile.

"I have been spoiled enough, Hama. I'll never be able to repay you."

"Nonsense. None of these surprises cost me very much money," he assured his
boyfriend. "Are you ready for the first?"

Aadhavan nodded.

"To start, I am ready to publicly declare my love for you and tell everyone
we are boyfriend," Muhammad stated with confidence.

Aadhavan was so shocked that he almost jumped up. His reaction still
knocked his boyfriend to the floor.

"Are you that upset?" Muhammad teased.

The birthday boy simply tackled his boyfriend on the floor and began
kissing him passionately.

"Go get your phone," Muhammad told Aadhavan.

"What? Why?"

"You'll see," he was told.

Aadhavan grabbed his phone from the kitchen and passed it to his boyfriend.
Muhammad unlocked the phone easily as he knew Aadhavan's password. He
accessed Instagram and went to modify Aadhavan's profile. He added a locked
emoji, his name, and then a series of hearts.

"That should do it," he said, passing the phone to Aadhavan.

Within seconds Aadhavan was looking at a string of DM notifications. Each
one expressed happiness for the relationship. So many classmates were
silently aware and yet they had all respected the boys' privacy to share
their news on their own time. Aadhavan began wondering aloud how they could
possibly go to a school and live in a world where their love and ability to
have sex was accepted - even permitted - but almost everyone around them.

Muhammad quickly put a stop to Aadhavan's ramblings.

"Baby, it's time to get serious. You need your first birthday cum!"

Muhammad knew that Aadhavan loved having his dick sucked while being able
to rim his boyfriend. Still laying on the floor, Muhammad stripped his
underwear off and then peeled off his boyfriend's. He climbed atop Aadhavan
and practically sat on his face. He practically pressed his sweaty asshole
on Aadhavan's receptive tongue. Muhammad then leaned forward and easily
swallowed his boyfriend' rock hard dick. This was their go-to position
anytime either of them needed to cum quickly or whenever they wanted to
edge each other. Aadhavan's tongue in the past two months had become so
attuned to his boyfriend's pussy. He had been able to work those asslips
with his mouth so expertly that he could now get his tongue inside of
Muhammad's asshole. He had made Muhammad cum so many times from anal
stimulation using his tongue. It helped that Muhammad's arousal was
heightened by the stench of his boyfriend's ball sweat directly in his
face. Muhammad loved to find the sweatiest parts of Aadhavan's crotch.
Sometimes it was underneath his balls, sometimes it was in that sweet space
in between Aadhavan's balls and his thigh, and sometimes it was the trench
of his taint, which was starting to be the hairiest part of Aadhavan's now
teenage body. The intention was for a long, leisurely, and celebratory
orgasm, but their bodies were too aroused and the birthday body's tongue
shoved into his boyfriend's pussy at just the right angle forcing Muhammad
to shoot his seed all over Aadhavan's chest. The sensation of his boyfriend
coating his brown skin caused Aadhavan to unload in Muhammad's mouth. The
older boy quickly scooped up his own load in his fingers and fed it to his
boyfriend. Rather than swallow Aadhavan's load, Muhammad leaned in and the
two began to kiss, both sharing a load of cum with the other.

"I love you so much, Muhammad," Aadhavan declared.

"I'm so in love with you, Aadhavan."

Muhammad then rested his head in the crook of his boyfriend's neck and the
two boys laid naked in the middle of the room in post-orgamic bliss.

Looking at the clock and seeing that it was 5:30, Muhammad jumped up and
then pulled Aadhavan to his feet.

"It's now time for surprise number two," Muhammad declared.

"I don't want to cum again so soon. We have all night!"

"Van, not everything is about sex!"

Aadhavan laughed and reached to stroke Muhammad's dick.

Muhammad let the boy molest him for a moment.

"Birthday boy, I'm going to cook for you. I'm going to make kala bhuna for
you. It's a traditional Bangladeshi food made with beef. I know how much
you love meat!"

Overwhelmed by Muhammad's continued acts of love, Aadhavan simply watched
as his boyfriend donned an apron and spent the next hour preparing a
feast. Aadhavan spent most of the time staring at the tight ass of his
boyfriend and resisting the urge to spread his ass apart and continue to
eat that beautiful boy pussy. He tried to ask Muhammad various questions,
but his food preparation knowledge was severely limited. He just watched as
his heart ached with undying love for his boyfriend.

The food was better than anything Aadhavan had ever eaten. He proudly
declared that Muhammad had a true gift. He couldn't think of any other
thirteen year olds who were so independently skilled in the kitchen.

After dinner Muhammad, knowing Aadhavan's raging boner for Tom Holland, set
up Spider-Man: Far From Home on the living room television. The boys
cuddled naked under a heavy blanket and stroked each other throughout the
entire two hour movie. At one point, when Spider-Man's costume-clad ass was
clearly displayed on screen, Muhammad sensed his boyfriend's impending
orgasm and dove down on his dick just in time to swallow another fresh load
of boyseed. At the end of the movie, while the credits filled the screen,
Muhammad climbed onto the couch and stood with his hard dick in Aadhavan's
face. He facefucked his boyfriend and then, surprising Aadhavan, begged for
Aadhavan to start fingering his "boy pussy". Aadhavan licked his finger
before engulfing his boyfriend's dick again and was even more surprised to
find Muhammad's pussy wet with sweat. He poked and prodded the tight hole
and was rewarded with a chorus of shouts and moans from Muhammad. He
attempted to add a second finger but the pressure in his asshole was so
overstimulating that Muhammad shot off into Aadhavan's mouth. He climbed
into his boyfriend's lap and the two boys began kissing again. The DVD had
somehow started replaying the movie and it was halfway through a second
time before the boys, heaving and out of breath, had to stop kissing.

***

For the next 40 minutes Aadhavan placated his boyfriend and let him watch
soccer highlights on television. He knew mostly none of the teams or the
players that Muhammad squacked at, but he enjoyed resting his head in his
boyfriend's lap. Aadhavan did love looking at all the fit and sweaty men
running across the field, he only wished that there were more brown skinned
men for him to appreciate. They're all playing cricket, he imagined.
Cricket had never been a major part of his family life back when his father
was able to spend much more time with his sons. When Aadhavan was 7 his
father was a little over aggressive and Aadhavan ended up breaking his
leg. From that moment on his mother had almost forbade him from playing any
sports that could result in injury. Aadhavan could feel himself slowly
drifting to sleep while the highlights were on. Muhammad had become less
animated as his favourite teams had already been showcased.

Eventually Aadhavan felt Muhammad's dick begin to swell. The head of his
boyfriend's circumcised dick started to poke him in his ear. Eager to taste
his boyfriend, Aadhavan moved his head and began to suck gently on his
knob.

Muhammad pushed Aadhavan away, saying, "Van, we can move to my bedroom. But
give me ten minutes to get ready."

"I haven't even seen your room yet!"

"I just need time to get your last surprise ready."

Aadhavan reluctantly agreed. He took the time to brush his teeth in the
washroom downstairs and then he stared at his young body in the mirror. He
was no longer ashamed of his scrawny body or the hair growing on his upper
lip. Muhammad had made sure to vocally and physically love every inch of
his skin and this made Aadhavan feel much better about himself. He still
wished he had the musculature of his boyfriend and the tight ass that he
loved to munch on. He tried to spend a moment looking at his own ass in the
mirror. If everything went according to plan he would no longer be a
virgin. He hoped Muhammad was ready to fuck him. His dick began to throb
and pulse at the thought of letting his boyfriend's dick enter him.

As he walked through the kitchen on his way upstairs to Muhammad's room he
noticed that it was 11:25 PM. He sincerely hoped that Muhammad's family
would not be returning home right at midnight.

***

There was only one door closed upstairs. It was also the only door with the
light on. Aadhavan assumed it was Muhammad's bedroom (which he shared with
his brother Salim). He knocked on the door and he heard Muhammad's feet
come towards him. As the door opened, he was smacked in the face by a wave
of intense heat.He had noticed it was much warmer upstairs than downstairs,
but he still had no idea why. Muhammad's naked body was soaked with sweat.
As Aadhavan entered the room he could immediately feel sweat start to build
in his pits and in his ass trench. Muhammad quickly closed the door and
turned off the overhead light. The bedside lamp was the only source of
light in the room now. Muhammad quickly pressed his naked body against his
boyfriend's, letting his sweat attempt to drip all over Aadhavan.

"Do you like the surprise, Van?" Muhammad asked, with a shy smile.

"I don't know what's going on," Aadhavan responded, "but I do love you."

"Well," Muhammad said as he gestured towards a space heater in the corner,
"I left a heater on in my room all day so that it would get hot in here for
us tonight."

Aadhavan began to throb with anticipation. His boyfriend had tried to
create a sauna for them so that their bodies would drip with sweat.
Aadhavan couldn't wait to get his mouth on his boyfriend's pits and into
his tight asshole.

"I want you to fuck me tonight," Muhammad declared. "My last present for
you is my entire body."

Aadhavan was shocked. He had been mentally prepared for his own fucking.
But Aadhavan could feel the love dripping all over Muhammad's sweaty skin
and in his voice. He knew that fucking Muhammad was what they both needed.

The boys stood in the middle of the bedroom and started kissing
passionately. The kisses began as chaste expressions of affection and then
morphed into pornographic displays of lust. Muhammad knew Aadhavan loved it
when he stuck out his tongue and let his boyfriend's mouth latch onto
it. Aadhavan loved sucking on Muhammad's tongue. Their bodies began to
slide together as the sweat on each started to drip heavily.

Breaking the kiss, Aadhavan looked around his boyfriend's room for the
first time. He noticed soccer posters and trophies, as well as bits of
school work scattered about. The room was much tidier than he had expected.
The lamp that was turned on was attached to what Aadhavan assumed was
Muhammad's bed. He noticed that there were clothes all over the bed.
Muhammad watched the gears in his boyfriend's mind turn.

"Go ahead, Aadi. Those clothes are all there for you. I want you to enjoy
them while I enjoy you."

Aadhavan sat on the edge of the bed and Muhammad dropped to his knees in
front of him. Aadhavan picked up a pair of briefs and brought them to his
face. The scent was intoxicating and electrifying. He had become so used to
smelling his boyfriend that he felt a jolt of precum escape from his young
dick. The heat in the bedroom was making every part of Aadhavan drip and
Muhammad was currently sucking, licking, and drinking the sweat from his
boyfriend's ankles. As Muhammad moved further up Aadhavan's calf, Aadhavan
reached Muhammad's soccer uniform. This one looked to be too small (and it
wasn't the one he had been wearing at practice). While the scent wasn't as
profound - he sensed it to be much less recent - he knew neither the shorts
nor the jersey were definitely not clean. Aadhavan imagined a much younger
version of his boyfriend wearing this outfit as he ran circles around a
soccer field. And then he imagined Muhammad trying to squeeze his more
mature body into the shorts and shirt so he could jerk off. Precum was
flowing out of Aadhavan at this moment. He was lost in a cloud of lust and
he began to softly moan and Muhammad's tongue reached his inner thighs.
Aadhavan then noticed a jockstrap resting in the pile. He immediately
pulled the fabric to his face. The smell was so overwhelming that he
thought he might pass out. He also thought that he should hate the powerful
aroma. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced. He looked at the
fabric and noticed that it was practically layered in hundreds of stains.
Inhaling the pouch again, Aadhavan could smell and taste Muhammad's
discarded cum, sweat, and even the unmistakable aroma of piss.

Aadhavan grabbed Muhammad by the shoulders and pulled him up so that they
were both on the bed. Aadhavan easily used his size to roll on top of
Muhammad. He shoved his tongue into his boyfriend's mouth and kissed him
with such passion that he could feel Muhammad's dick throb underneath
him. Aadhavan then attacked Muhammad's drenched armpits. The boy's pits had
become so thick with sweat and Aadhavan lapped at each one with his tongue.
He opened his mouth and basically drank the liquid from Muhammad's body.
Once his thirst had been reasonably satisfied, he looked down at the boy
underneath him,

"Hama, that jockstrap," he began, and then couldn't find any more words.

"I knew you would love it, Van. I've had it since I was 8. I used to wear
it and nothing else at home. I love playing soccer wearing it because my
balls would get so sweaty. When I was 11, I couldn't keep wearing it to
games because it was too small, but I would still wear it at home. And then
I started to use it to wipe sweat from my pits because I loved the smell of
it. When I started to be able to cum I would rub my cum in it too. My dad
and my brothers never made me feel ashamed of my love of my own odours and
fluids."

Aadhavan throbbed and ached hearing the story. He was so jealous of
Muhammad's ability to be open about something he himself had hidden from
everyone for so long.

"But now I want you to have it and enjoy it," Muhammad told his boyfriend.

"I love you so much, Hama," Aadhavan replied slowly.

"But now I am going to eat your little boy pussy and get you ready to feel
my dick inside you," Muhammad declared and he overpowered his boyfriend and
slid out from underneath him.

Muhammad turned Aadhavan onto his stomach and then passed the boy the
jockstrap. Aadhavan laid his head down and breathed into the once-white
fabric. Muhammad got back ont the bed and began to caress Aadhavan's ass
cheeks. He licked and kissed each mound. There were traces of fur trying to
grow on the brand new teenager's ass. Muhammad was excited for his brown
skinned boyfriend to become a hairy beast through puberty. Muhammad spread
his boyfriend's legs and then stared down at the brown rosebud. The hole
was stunningly beautiful, immaculately virgin, and ready to be assaulted.

Muhammad watched a beads of sweat trickled down into Aadhavan's asshole.
His wrinkled pussy lips were shiny with sweat and Muhammad greedily licked
up as much as he could. Muhammad had become just as eager as his boyfriend
at rimming thought he had not yet been able to make his boyfriend cum just
from ass licking. Still, he licked, sucked, and pushed his tongue into
Aadhavan's asshole. He didn't know that Aadhavan had recently begun shoving
items into his pussy in anticipation of Muhammad fucking him. Muhammad felt
his boyfriend's ass muscles squeezing his tongue and he listened to
Aadhavan whimper and moan.

Satisfied that his boyfriend was beyond ready for the next step, Muhammad
rolled him over and surprised Aadhavan by sitting on his face. Muhammad
began to grind himself onto Aadhavan's face, letting his own virgin boy
pussy slide over his mouth and nose. The sweat from his asshole easily
allowed him to glide over Aadhavan leaving streaks of ass juices all over
his cheeks, nose, and eyelids. Aadhavan's eager tongue tried to probe as
deep into his boyfriend as he could. Muhammad's strong core muscles allowed
him to squat over Aadhavan and then in one blissful moment he bounced up
and then landed with his asshole directly on Aadhavan's tongue. Muhammad
yelled in sheer ecstacy and he felt Aadhavan's arms wrap around his waist
as his boyfriend's tongue dug deeper and deeper into him.

Muhammad jumped off the bed and grabbed the bottle of lube he kept on the
nightstand. He also chose to turn off the heater at this time (believing
that post-fuck no one would remember). Aadhavan was still laying on his
back as he watched Muhammad finger his hole, rubbing lube into his boy
pussy. He stroked Aadhavan's dick with more lube only to find that it was
positively drenched in precum. The entire shaft of Aadhavan's dick was
soaked and Muhammad imagined that a puddle had formed underneath his
boyfriend.

Muhammad once again squatted over his boyfriend, only this time he aimed
his quivering asshole over Aadhavan's throbbing dick. He stared into
Aadhavan's dark eyes and simultaneously the boys professed their love for
each other. The bond and the love they shared caused Aadhavan's dick to
throb even more in anticipation. As Muhammad felt the exposed head of
Aadhavan's five and a quarter inch dick press against his asslips every
thought and fantasy of Faisal that he had carried melted away. As
Aadhavan's dick head invaded his no longer virgin asshole Muhammad screamed
out in a mix of pain and pleasure. Aadhavan, so desperate to sink his
entire shaft into Muhammad, saw the pained look of concentration on his
boyfriend's face. He removed himself from Muhammad and rotated their bodies
so that Muhammad was on his back. Lifting up his boyfriend' legs,
Aadhavan's dick quickly found itself pressed against Muhammad's asslips and
his body began a slow, blissful descent into his boyfriend.

The boys simply stared at each other as Aadhavan sunk his dick into
Muhammad. Each boy felt nothing but pure joy and love in this moment.
Eventually Aadhavan felt the last of his throbbing shaft invade his
boyfriend and he rested his body against Muhammad's. Once he had received
assurances that Muhammad was okay, Aadhavan began to slowly and gently
thrust his dick into his lover. He had never felt such pleasure. Aadhavan
tried to slide completely out of Muhammad's hole but the sensation was too
great and he knew he would cum immediately. He was only able to thrust in
small, short bursts as he tried to calm his breathing. The sweat from
Aadhavan's forehead dripped all over Muhammad, coating his upper torso and
even landing on his face. Muhammad tried to get more and more to land in
his mouth as he felt his own dick throb.

Suddenly and without warning Aadhavan screamed out and he felt his cum jet
deep inside Muhammad. He had never cum with such ferocity. Aadhavan's dick
slipped uncomfortably from Muhammad's asshole causing the boy on the bottom
to whimper. He began to furiously jerk his own throbbing dick and within
twenty seconds he was shooting an amazingly satisfactory load onto his
abs. The boys were unable to speak. Their first fuck had been more
emotionally and physically draining than either had anticipated. Aadhavan
had loved the burning hot grip of Muhammad's pussy and Muhammad had loved
the feeling of being filled by his boyfriend.

With Aadhavan's body still half on top of Muhammad, the boys almost
immediately fell into a deep sleep. They were still in this position at
2:30 AM when Muhammad's family arrived home and Muhammad Sr. crept into the
bedroom, cracked the window open, and turned off the light. The room reeked
of the smell of sex, sweat, and young, hormonal boys. Muhammad Sr. was not
upset by the sight. He was proud that his son's plan for his boyfriend's
birthday had been an obvious success.

Muhammad woke up first in the morning. Their bodies had shifted during the
night but he was wrapped in Aadhavan's arms as the boys spooned together.
Even though his bladder was close to bursting he simply closed his eyes and
wrapped himself into Aadhavan's grip. Nearly an hour later it was
Aadhavan's throbbing morning wood that finally woke them both up. Muhammad
turned to face his boyfriend and they kissed deeply and passionately as
their young dicks throbbed against each other.

Eventually Muhammad had to go piss, promising his boyfriend that they would
get to cum when he returned. Aadhavan decided to join his boyfriend at the
toilet and both boys forced themselves to piss. Muhammad even ran his
fingertips through the streams of yellow liquid as they pissed. He wasn't
sure what had compelled him to do it but he couldn't resist.

Back inside the bedroom the clock read 10:30 AM and there was absolutely no
noise coming from the other bedrooms. The boys began to kiss and their hard
ons quickly returned. It had been the best day of Aadhavan's life and he
couldn't believe that he had been able to spend the night with his
boyfriend. The boys fell to the floor and maneuvered their bodies in a 69
position. Aadhavan was desperately hungry for his boyfriend's dick. He
swallowed as much of the four and a half inch throbbing dick as he could in
one motion. Muhammad meanwhile was running his tongue through Aadhavan's
foreskin. He found himself searching for any hidden remnants of piss. His
curiosity was growing and he was getting increasingly eager to satisfy his
desires. The boys were so lost in their lovemaking that neither noticed
when Salim came into the room to grab a fresh pair of shorts. Salim had no
interest in the sexual exploits of his brother and while he accepted his
brother's orientation he himself had no attraction to other boys (not that
he had developed a real interest in girls either). Muhammad splashed his
morning load onto Aadhavan's body as his boyfriend pressed his tongue into
his asshole. Aadhavan's tongue had rubbed and caressed his boyfriend's boy
pussy in appreciation for accepting his throbbing dick and mind-blowing
orgasm last night. Muhammad then made quick work of Aadhavan's orgasm and
eagerly swallowed his load, still surprised by how much the young Tamil boy
could produce.

Realizing that their clothes from last night had been left downstairs,
Muhammad opened the door to go find them only to see that someone had
kindly left them folded outside his room. The boys dressed quickly, wearing
each other's underwear and forgoing deodorant. Muhammad Sr. was in the
kitchen preparing waffles for the family. Aadhavan watched as Muhammad
chatted with his younger brother and father. He was jealous at the ease of
their relationship. Just as they sat down to eat, Rafat came down and
teasingly asked Muhammad if they had had fun last night. The older teenager
was dressed only in a pair of boxers. Aadhavan couldn't help but lust after
the much more defined body of the older boy before realizing that he would
get to watch Muhammad grow into that physique.

Throughout the meal the other men in Muhammad's family continuously refused
to reveal what they had done the previous night just as Muhammad and
Aadhavan wouldn't share details of their night.

After breakfast Aadhavan, Muhammad, and his brothers played soccer in the
backyard. While the brothers knew Aadhavan had little experience, they
eventually grew tired of playing safe and began to show off. Aadhavan tried
his best to keep up but his stamina was not up to par. He and Muhammad sat
on the grass and watched the other two boys play. Muhammad frequently
turned and stole kisses from his boyfriend, yet just as they were getting
more intimate, Muhammad Sr. announced it was time to drive Aadhavan home.

Muhammad escorted Aadhavan upstairs to his apartment door in hopes that the
two would have a chance to share a little inappropriate intimacy while his
dad waited in the car. However, there was no such luck as Aachuthan came
running out the bedroom completely naked when he heard the door open and he
ruined the moment.

"Aadi, so much happened last night. I am dying to tell you!" Aachuthan
practically screamed.

"Okay, Chu, okay. Go back to our room and I'll be there. Let me say
goodbye!"

Muhammad and Aadhavan kissed passionately behind the closed door and after
a few gropes Muhammad turned to leave.

"I love you, Hama. I can't wait to hold your hand at school tomorrow!"
Aadhavan beamed.

"I'll hold your hand the entire day, Van," Muhammad responded. He was ready
to be out at school as long as he had Aadhavan.

***

In their bedroom, Aachuthan shared with his older brother the events of the
previous night. He and Abdullah had come upstairs to their apartment after
they had deliberately annoyed Abdullah's mom to the point that she made
them leave. Aachuthan then shocked his brother by telling him that he and
Abdullah had been fooling around since they were 9. The younger boys had
started just touching each other as a joke and it very quickly escalated to
giving each other blowjobs. Aachuthan wasn't sure Abdullah was gay, he
thought the boy just liked the attention. Aachuthan and Abdullah were
physically very similar. They were the same height and had very similar
physiques due to their love of soccer. Aadhavan listened as his brother
talked about Abdullah's dick, hearing that the boy was not even three
inches when hard and his foreskin barely retracted enough to expose his
dick head. Still, Aachuthan beamed, he loved sucking that dick.

Aadhavan tried to ask a few questions but Aachuthan was focused on getting
to what he called the juicy part of the story. Aachuthan then told his
brother that he had "stolen" Mr. Nicholson's number from his cell
phone. Aadhavan was pissed, but Aachuthan just yelled, "Wait, WAIT! WAIT!"
Aachuthan and Abdullah started a FaceTime call with their teacher. The boys
were naked and hard and Aachuthan told Mr. Nicholson what he knew happened
between the man and his brother.

"Abdullah knows about me and Mr. Nick?" Aadhavan screamed. His face red. He
was ready to murder his brother.

"Anna, it was Abdullah's idea for me to wait on your bed and for you to
catch me with your underwear. He knows I wanted to play with you. I tell
him everything."

Aadhavan started to calm down, but his anger was still quite visible all
over his face.

"Anyway," the younger boy complained, "are you going to let me continue?"

Aadhavan nodded.

"So Mr. Nick was definitely interested once he saw our hard dicks. That man
is such a pervert! He said he wanted to watch us play together. But we told
him that we needed to see him with the man who had been there when you
called him."

Aadhavan's jaw dropped. He remembered telling Aachuthan about the voice he
had heard on the video call.

"Mr. Nick told us that he was alone. We told him he had 20 minutes to call
us back."

Aadhavan couldn't believe his brother was so bold. How could he have been
so oblivious to his brother and Abdullah? When did Aachuthan turn into such
a slut? But, then again, Aadhavan had done most of what his brother had
done, right?

"So half an hour later Abdullah's phone rings and Mr. Nick wants to
FaceTime. Abdullah tells him that he's too late and just hangs up. But
Mr. Nick calls back and we ignore it. He calls back three more times before
we pick up. He keeps apologizing and he keeps showing us his hard dick. I
can't believe you sucked that big fucking cock!"

Aadhavan beamed. He appreciated the compliment from his brother.

"Mr. Nick tells us that his friend is almost there but he wants to see us
play around. Abdullah told him to FaceTime his iPad so we could see him
better. Abdullah starts sucking my dick on cam. He's such a good cocksucker
now! And then we heard a new voice saying how hot we are. He asks us how
old we are and we tell him. The dude whines about how much he wants us. We
say we want to see him and he takes off his clothes. He has this massive
uncut dick. Not as big as Mr. Nick though."

Aachuthan starts stroking himself at this point. He's so horny telling his
brother what happened. Aadhavan is intrigued, but after his emotional
birthday sex with Muhammad he really isn't that interested in Mr. Nicholson
anymore.

"We tell him we want to see his face, but he tells us no. So we hang up.
Mr. Nick keeps calling back. He tries Abdullah's iPad and his phone. We
give in and show them that we're making out on the screen. And then we see
the man's face. You won't believe it, Aadi."

Aadhavan wondered who it could be if his brother was this excited.

"It was Mr. Park!"

"No fucking way!"

"Me and Abdullah sucked each other to two dry cums on screen for them. And
then we watched Mr. Nick fuck Mr. Park as they both just stared at us on
screen. Mr. Park wishes we were even younger!"

Aadhavan was just stunned. While part of him imagined it was Mr. Park on
the video, he never thought it was possible.

Aachuthan jerked himself to a dry cum and then smiled at his brother.
"Abdullah set his phone to record the video from his iPad. Text him if you
want to see it!"

Aachuthan then got up and left the bedroom with Aadhavan sitting there
stunned. How was everyone around him turning into a cockhound, he
wondered. Aadhavan had professed his love for Muhammad and he wanted to
remain committed, but he also really wanted to see this video. He texted
Abdullah and said he wanted the video. The younger boy responded, "Fuck yah
you do. It's fucking hot, Aadi!" A few minutes later he received a video
link. Aadhavan decided that he would wait to watch the video with Muhammad.

Aadhavan grabbed his backpack to put away his cleats and his new jersey.
Realizing that he wasn't the one who had packed the bag, he found that
Muhammad had placed his old soccer kit and his jockstrap in Aadhavan's
bag. Aadhavan jumped on the bed, grabbed his now aching dick, and stroked
himself to a powerful orgasm as he chewed and sniffed the filthy, five year
old jockstrap that smelled like paradise.

***

The next morning Muhammad showed up at Aadhavan's apartment door to escort
him to school. Aadhavan swooned as he opened the door to see Muhammad's
bright smile. Muhammad Sr. was more than willing to also drive Aachuthan.
Muhammad's dad dropped off his two sons along with Aadhavan and his brother
and then watched as the pair of lovers walked hand in hand through the
school yard. There was very little fanfare or attention directed towards
the boys. All the younger kids paid little attention to them and some of
the more religious and homophobic parent whispered snide comments to each
other but the boys were too happy to notice. As they got closer to their
area of the schoolyard there were a few catcalls directed at them. Aadhavan
looked over apprehensively to see Niko and Omar standing by the wall
giggling and laughing at him and Muhammad. The closer they got to the two
more the more Aadhavan realized that it was all in good fun and that they
were genuinely happy for the couple.

"I'm so happy for you, dudes!" Omar boasted. "Seeing you happy makes me
wanna find a real girlfriend!"

"Yeah, man!" Niko nodded his head in agreement, "I'm totally pansexual. And
don't you forget my offer, Aadi!" He added with a wink.

"Oh, you think my man is gonna go slummin' with you?" Muhammad teased back.

The four boys joked back and forth for the next few minutes though Aadhavan
was his typically quiet self. He laughed awkwardly a few times, but credit
to Muhammad, they did not stop holding hands the entire time.

Inside the school the boys were stopped by Mr. Ashworth who asked to speak
to both of them before going to class.

"I hear that you two boys are, uh... dating?" The vice principal awkwardly
asked.

"Yes, we are absolutely dating. Aadhavan is my boyfriend," Muhammad proudly
declared, loud enough for all the students around him to hear.

"Well, then... uh..." the man continued to stutter, "I'm going to need you
both to come to my office at recess and we are going to have to call your
parents to discuss this."

"No, sir. We are not going to that," Muhammad said flatly. Aadhavan just
stood still and watched the awkward exchange take place.

"Excuse me, young man?"

"We are both gay. That is nobody's business but our own. You do not have
the legal right to share that with anyone. We were holding hands outside
this morning. Lots of students hold hands with each other. Just because
we're both boys doesn't make it a problem."

Mr. Ashworth stood quite still for a moment as he collected his thoughts.
He then looked Muhammad dead in the eyes and said, "Your behaviour this
morning has been brought to my attention by concerned members of our
community."

"And you can tell them exactly what Muhammad already said," Aadhavan
declared, finally joining the conversation. He then grabbed Muhammad's hand
and the two boys walked to class leaving Mr. Ashworth stunned and defeated.

In the classroom, Aadhavan's anger would not calm down. During a discussion
about Black Lives Matter and the oppression of people of colour, Aadhavan
jumped up from his desk and launched into a tirade about how he, a gay,
brown boy was insulted and attacked by the school's administration for
simply daring to showcase his relationship. None of his classmates had
witnessed the altercation - considering that Mr. Ashworth had tried to do
it secretly - and they were all incensed by the story. There were handfuls
of students who wanted to march directly to the principal's office and
voice their anger. Mr. Park was forced to play mediator for a cause he did
not believe in. He was also quite upset by the story he heard but he had to
force himself to remain impartial. In the end, it was agreed that the best
course of action would be for the students to tell their parents and then
have an adult contact the school. The school would unfortunately always be
more willing to listen to a parent than a student.

Outside at recess Aadhavan finally remembered the major news about
Mr. Nicholson and Mr. Park. Not wanting to ruin the surprise, he simply
told Muhammad that there was something quite shocking to share at
lunchtime. The boys hoped that their status at school would not make it
impossible for them to be alone together. But, as the odds have routinely
been in the boys' favour for many weeks now, the news circulating around
the school yard had nothing to do with their coupling, or even their run-in
with Mr. Ashworth, but that there were now seven other kids who had chosen
to stand up and come out in front of their classmates. Aadhavan prayed that
Aachuthan was not one of them. He had managed to keep his status secretive
enough that his dad had not mentioned it, but he knew that two gay sons
would be newsworth enough for his mother to hear about all the way in Sri
Lanka.

In the classroom after recess Mr. Park was visibly distracted. His math
lesson had been so disastrous that the students were almost all unable to
work independently on their assigned work. He was trying to regain control
while Aadhavan worked on his separate task unaware of the drama in the
classroom. As he worked, he felt Muhammad begin rubbing his thigh, his
hands inching closer and closer to his growing erection. Aadhavan could
swear that Mr. Park kept eyeing the two boys and that he had noticed the
heavy petting going on. Aadhavan found himself allowing his boyfriend to
heavily grope him through his jeans. His dick had become painfully hard and
he watched the expressions on Mr. Park's face change every time their eyes
linked together. Having seen the uncut dick Mr. Park had hidden in his
pants, he watched the bulge grow larger. The man had to quickly sit down at
his desk and Aadhavan was sure that he knew why. Muhammad kept rubbing his
leg and his thigh and then groping him provocatively. Aadhavan was on the
edge of orgasm when his boyfriend stopped and then focused entirely on his
work. Aadhavan was throbbing and unable to focus yet he knew he wanted to
save his load for lunchtime with Muhammad. He only needed to wait another
20 minutes. He tried to focus on anything that would make his erection go
down. To his left was his boyfriend. In front of him was his teacher. And
to his right was Niko, who stared back at him from across the room and gave
him the universally accepted hand gesture for jerking off and a wink. Fuck,
Aadhavan thought, Niko must have seen what was going on. Aadhavan tried his
best to scan the room for something to kill his wood. He finally noticed
that Kishan's seat was suspiciously empty. Where was the boy? He had been
in school before recess. He had actually been vocally supportive of
Aadhavan and Muhammad. Aadhavan's imagination went down a rabbit hole as he
thought of reason after reason as to why KIshan was missing.

***

At lunch, Muhammad and Aadhavan easily made their way to Mr. Nicholson's
classroom. The man was waiting for them. Aadhavan desperately hoped that he
did not want to perv on them today. He wasn't prepared to use the video to
keep the man away yet. All he wanted was time alone with his boyfriend.
Luckily the man was quite skittish. Aadhavan surmised that this had to do
with what happened Saturday night with his brother. During the brief
conversation Mr. NIcholson kept giving Aadhavan opportunities to reveal
what he knew, but the boy wouldn't reveal a thing. Mr. Nicholson quickly
departed and left the boys alone, but he had placed a wrapped gift for
Aadhavan on his desk. It was a small gift bag with a happy birthday tag
with a bottle of lube inside. The note read, "Happy Birthday, Aadi. I hope
that this can be used to keep you and your boyfriend very happy."

"Damn, Van! That man is super creepy!" Muhammad declared.

"I know," Aadhavan agreed, quietly. He was starting to feel quite
embarrassed at his years of hero worship. "But at least he's giving us a
place to be alone!"

The boys then chatted animatedly as they enjoyed their meal together.
Muhammad had brought a lunch for both of them today, a tradition that would
carry forward in their relationship. Muhammad shared how much his dad loved
Aadhavan and how pleased he was at the success of Aadhavan's birthday
festivities. Aadhavan couldn't believe that a father could be so openly
accepting not only of of his son's homosexuality but also his not so secret
sexual relationship with his boyfriend. Aadhavan considered just forgetting
about the so-called news he had teased until Muhammad, swallowing his last
bits of food, eagerly reminded him.

"Baby, you've got some crazy news to tell me! Now we're alone and well
fed!"

Aadhavan then proceeded to tell his boyfriend an abridged version of what
Aacuthan had told him. Muhammad was far lessed shocked at the revelaiton
that Aachuthan and Abdullah had been fooling around. There was no way that
younger boy could possibly have been so virginal. His reaction to hearing
that the mystery man heard on screen during Aadhavan's call with
Mr. Nicholson was their very own teacher Mr. Park was also very muted.

"How are you not more shocked!" Aadhavan demanded to know.

"If you look back on how crazy things have been in our lives, it just makes
sense!" Muhammad responded.

Aadhavan couldn't help but agree. And then he laughed, "What's gonna happen
next, Omar's going to announce that he's a trangender girl?" Muhammad
laughed in agreement, but in the back of his mind he thought that it might
actually be possible.

Aadhavan then brought this phone out of his pocket and propped it up on the
desk in front of him. The video quality was surprisingly better than he had
anticipated. The faces of both men were actually quite clear on the
screen. Mr. Park had such a tight, athletic body that Aadhavan's dick was
rock hard with lust.

"Van, I can't believe you sucked that massive dick of Mr. Nick!" Muhammad
groaned, eyes wide open staring at the screen.

As the video progressed it was a little awkward for Aadhavan to be able to
hear Aachuthan's and Abdullah's voices in the background. As Mr. Nicholson
shoved his nine inch dick inside of the smaller, Korean man, the two
teachers sounded like they were lost in their own world.

"You like looking at those boys, Andy?" Mr. Nicholson teased.

"I want to abuse their fukcking bodies!" Mr. Park whined.

"Abuse us and molest us," Abdullah teased, "You can touch us anywhere you
want when we're at school."

"Please touch my body when I'm in class, Mr. Nick,' Aachuthan's voice
whimpered.

The video continued with the boys making very slutty and suggestive
comments to the teachers about they wanted to be touched while at school.
The whole time Mr. Park's uncut dick looked like it throbbed against his
abs as Mr. Nicholson's bare dick invaded his ass. Muhammad and Aadhavan had
completely unzipped their pants and they were each stroking the other as
they continued to watch the video. Things became a little more awkward when
Aadhavan heard his brother mention him by name.

"Yo, Mr. Park, don't you wish it was Aadhavan fucking you? I bet you want
that teenage dick," he teased.

Mr. Park couldn't hold back a major guttural moan, but Aachuthan just
continued.

"I bet you just watch Aadhavan in class and imagine ways to get him inside
you. You want that brown dick in your ass. Tell us how much you want him"
Aachuthan commanded.

"You're no better, Mr. Nick," Abdullah's voice could be heard, "You already
molested Aadhavan and touched his body. Did you taste his boy cum? I bet
you crave it."

Abdullah and Aachuthan continued to tease the men with suggestive comments
about Aadhavan and his body. It made him so uncomfortable but at the same
time it was such a turn on to see the two men react so powerfully. Aadhavan
and Muhammad watched as Mr. Park shot his load all over his abs without
touching himself. Moments later they watched Mr. Nicholson ejaculate into
the younger teacher.

"You men are such fucking sluts," Aachuthan laughed.

"Can we do this again?" Mr. Nicholson begged as the video ended.

"That was super weird, but super hot," Muhammad finally said, his hand
still wrapped around Aadhavan's very hard dick.

"I'm sorry," Aadhavan said quietly, removing his hand from his boyfriend's
equally hard boyhood.

"Baby, you have nothing to be ashamed of! You're mine. And I love you. It's
so hot to know there are others who think so too. Even if one of them is
our teacher."

The two boys began to kiss and very quickly their embrace became more and
more electric. Muhammad had his hands under Aadhavan's shirt and was
rubbing the younger boy's maturing pec muscles. Aadhavan was focused on
getting his tongue as deep into his boyfriend's mouth as possible. Their
pants were still unzipped, but their erections just throbbed as the boys
kissed and expressed their love for each other.

The pair was so distracted that neither heard the bell ring to signal the
end of lunch. Thankfully Mr. Nicholson entered the room alone and alerted
them to his presence with a loud cough.

"I see you boys are still enjoying your alone time," he said slyly,
glancing at their still exposed boners.

The boys re-dressed quickly and then scampered out the door, yet just as he
was about to follow Aadhavan out the door Muhammad turned to the man and
said, "Just like you had fun on Saturday night!'

***

The afternoon inside the classroom was just as awkward for Aadhavan. He
kept looking at Mr. Park and he could now sense a lust in the man's eyes
that he had never noticed. Muhammad kept trying to talk to him and he
continued to try to stroke his inner thigh. And Kishan was still missing
from the room but all his stuff was still at his desk.

Muhammad Sr. picked the boys up after school and he dropped them at
Aadhavan's apartment. He sensed something was wrong because the boys were
not as chatty in the car. Upstairs in the apartment, Aadhavan was still
pouty and miserable.

"Baby," Muhamamd said as he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, "it's
not your fault that these men think you're special. You ARE special. You
are so sexy and you don't even know it."

Aadhavan's body began to unwind in his boyfriend's arms but he remained
quiet.

"Just because they want to fool around doesn't mean that it's going to
happen. I know you're mine and I am completely yours. I am definitely not
going to share your body with anyone."

"But don't you think I"m a slut for what I did before with Mr. Nick?"
Aadhavan looked like he was about to cry.

"The only time you're a slut is when you and I are together. I like to be
slutty with you."

With that, Muhammad reached for the top button on Aadhavan's pants and
helped slide them down his hips. He pushed his boyfriend down onto the
kitchen chair and he dropped to his knees. Muhammad rubbed his face in his
boyfriend's underwear. He could smell and taste all the precum that the boy
had leaked throughout the day from the earlier fun they had had in class
and then the awkward lunchtime session. Muhammad glanced up at Aadhavan to
find the boy staring back down at him. "I love you and you are perfect in
my eyes," Muhammad declared. Aadhavan beamed and his dick throbbed.
Muhammad placed his open mouth over the head of Aadhavan's cloth-covered
dick. He could feel the tension leaving his boyfriend's body. Muhammad made
love to his boyfriend's dick through his underwear for the next fifteen
minutes. The cotton of the boxer briefs was drenched with precum and saliva
by the time he peeled it away from Aadhavan's skin. The darker brown boy's
dick was rock hard with desire. Muhammad's tongue slid in between the head
of Aadhavan's dick and his foreskin tasting the build up of precum that had
not escaped throughout the day. He continued to make love to his
boyfriend's dick with his mouth as Aadhavan's moans became louder and less
controlled. As Aadhavan unloaded into Muhammad's mouth he felt a warmth
cascade over his body. Muhammad stood up, his painful erection was
obscenely tenting his pants, trying his best to not swallow Aadhavan's cum
he removed all of his clothes and climbed into his boyfriend's lap. The
boys began to kiss voraciously with the taste of Aadhavan's semen driving
them towards more passion. Muhammad's body fit perfectly in his boyfriend's
lap and he was able to grind his dick into Aadhavan's abdomen. Aadhavan
slid his hands down his boyfriend's body and cupped his ass, forcing their
bodies closer together.

"It was hot watching that video today, Van," Muhammad moaned as the boys
were forced to take a breather.

Their mouths reconnected and the kissing resumed. Muhammad stuck out his
tongue and Aadhavan latched onto it with his mouth. He sucked the boy's
tongue as moans escaped from every possible corner of their bodies.

"You have to admit it was hot watching a video of real sex," Muhammad
repeated. "We should make a video together. Just for us."

At this suggestion Muhammad could feel Aadhavan's dick harden against his
body. Their kissing became more aggressive and soon their two teenage dicks
were grinding against each other. Aadhavan's hands reached down further and
spread his boyfriend apart. The air touching Muhammad's exposed asslips
caused him to moan uncontrollably into Aadhavan's mouth. As they kissed,
Aadhavan pressed his index finger against Muhammad's boy pussy, pushing his
finger into the sweaty crevice. The kissing became more intense as Muhammad
simultaneosly fucked himself on Aadhavan's invading finger and continued to
grind his dick against his boyfriend. Moments after Aadhavan had forced a
second digit into his boyfriend' pussy he felt the whole spasm and
Muhammad's body shook as he shot his load all over both of their bodies.
The sensation was too much for Aadhavan and he quickly ejaculated a second
load of cum to the sticky mess connecting them.

Although their lips were beginning to feel chapped, the boys continued to
kiss softly. The two stayed in the same position even as Aadhavan's fingers
slipped from Muhammad's hole. Muhammad's hole had been craving attention
ever since Aadhavan had so beautifully taken his virgin two days prior.
There was a deep desire inside him that had been unlocked and his asshole
was hungry for attention from his boyfriend.

Aadhavan tried to pick his boyfriend up and carry him to the bedroom but he
found he was not quite strong enough. They laid down in Aadhavan's bed and
cuddled together. They kissed softly and stroked each other's bodies.
Muhammad grabbed Aadhavan's hand and led him back towards his quivering
pucker. He wanted to feel Aadhavan touch his boy pussy again. Luckily,
Aadhavan had found a jar of Vaseline in the bathroom last week when he had
been practicing putting items in his own hole. He rubbed the jelly all over
and into Muhammad's hole and then lubed his own dick, which was one again
throbbing and leaking. Muhammad rolled onto his back and Aadhavan rubbed
his boyfriend's hole as he aimed his dickhead towards the beautifully
perfect pussy. Muhammad seemed even warmer and tighter than he had two days
ago. Aadhavan watched his boyfriend stroke his dick as he thrust his own
dick in and out of the boy's hole. Aadhavan had much more control of his
speed for the second fuck of his life, but also because he had just cum
twice in the past 40 minutes. The boys made passionate love as Aadhavan's
throbbing and slick 5 and 1/4 inch dick caressed his boyfriend's pussy.
There was a never ending chorus of "I love you' coming from each boy. The
sensations were too great for Muhammad as he stroked his dick to a
mind-altering climax. Aadhavan rested still as Muhammad's orgasm shook his
body. He watched the jizz shoot from Muhammad's circumcised dick and pool
on his heaving abdomen. He wanted so badly to lick it all up but he refused
to let his dick slip from Muhammad's hole. Muhammad sensed his boyfriend's
needs and he collected his cum with his fingers and let Aadhavan suck up
the slime while he quickened the pace of his thrusts. He would love to say
he fucked his boyfriend through another orgasm, but in less than two
minutes Aadhavan erupted inside his lover for the second time in his
life. It may not have had the emotional beauty of the first time together,
but Aadhavan came with such passion inside the boy he loved.

The boys were still naked in bed when Aachuthan finally came home from
Abdullah's. The smell of young teenage sex was heavy in the air. Realizing
it was past 7:30, Muhammad checked his phone to see that his dad would be
arriving before 8 PM.

Muhammad dressed quickly making sure to put on his boyfriend's underwear.
Aadhavan was in the bedroom putting on a pair of sweats as he heard his
brother and his boyfriend plotting about how they could use the video of
Mr. Nicholson and Mr. Park to their advantage. Aadhavan laughed to himself
awkwardly. His afternoon with Muhammad had helped make him much less upset
about the video, but it was still super awkward.

As Muhammad and Aadhavan got set to take the elevator downstairs to meet
Muhammad Sr., the doors opened and Kishan stood in front of them, looking
absolutely miserable. He was carrying a takeout bag from Aadhavan's
favourite Tamil restaurant. He stumbled out of the elevator and stared
awkwardly at Aadhavan and Muhammad.

Muhammad turned towards Aadhavan and kissed him on the lips. "I love you,
Aadi. I'll see you tomorrow," he said, realizing that Aadhavan and Kishan
needed to be alone.

Aadhavan stood silently and waited for Kishan to say something. The
elevator door closed behind Muhammad and the silence in the hallway was
deafening. Aadhavan had long since forgiven Kishan for what happened. He
had hoped the boy would reach out, but he had decided he wouldn't be the
one to take the first step. That had to be Kishan. But in this moment,
standing a mere 20 feet from Aadhavan's apartment door, Kishan was mute.

"I'm glad you're here," Aadhavan finally said.

Kishan looked at his best friend and began to sob.

Aadhavan wrapped his arm around KIshan's shoulders and led the boy to his
apartment. Aachuthan was sitting on the couch eating something on his own
when he saw Kishan. He politely excused himself and went into the
bedroom. Still not yet able to talk, Kishan sat down at the kitchen table
as Aadhavan unpacked the food. The boys sat beside each other and ate.
Aadhavan was beyond starving after the three orgasms he had experienced
with Muhammad. Kishan ate slowly as he continued to wipe away tears.
Finally, with a mouthful of food, he launched into a stream of
consciousness apology.

Kishan told Aadhavan about all the shit he received from boys in class
about how he had treated Aadhavan. The only one who had never said anything
mean to him was Muhammad. Muhammad had privately emailed Kishan and told
him that all he needed to do was apologize and be sincere. He also told
Aadhavan that he had been struggling with his own demons and that he still
wondered if he might be bisexual. He had never talked to Aadhavan about it
because he assumed that if Aadhavan's mom could make some nasty, homophobic
comments then surely Aadhavan must believe some of it. Finally, when
Aadhavan told the class about his altercation with Mr. Ashworth, Kishan was
beyond upset. At recess he went to the office and yelled at the man. He had
apparently been so angry that he said some very rude things. This all
resulted in him being suspended for the rest of the week.

The boys hugged as Kishan got ready to leave. Aadhavan was amazed at how
quickly his anger could fly away.

"Aadi, I am really happy for you and Muhammad. It's clear how much you love
him."

"You're not jealous, Kish?" Aadhavan teased.

"No, I've got my eye on someone else," and then added in an attempt to
change the subject, "You should really thank Chu. He's the one who told me
to bring you food!"

Aadhavan smiled as he closed the apartment door and began to tidy up.
Things were still mostly working out in his favour. But how long could this
last, he wondered.



Thanks for reading. Sorry for the slightly longer delay between chapters.