Date: Fri, 31 Jul 2020 06:05:25 +0200 From: Tamil Tails Writer Subject: South Asian Perverts - A Love Story (Part 9) (Young Friends, Gay) South Asian Perverts - A Love Story (Part 9) 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 orgasms. If you've ever lost a load, donate money to Nifty at http://donate.nifty.org/. Just a little time jump to keep things moving along! I apologize for all the sex. Maybe it's too much this time? LOL It has now been almost six weeks since Aadhavan's thirteen birthday and a lot has changed for him. He is now 5'10" tall and his dick has grown another half inch coming in at 5 and 3/4 inches when hard. His body has shown a lot of maturity through his continued soccer practices with Muhammad. His body composition has changed so much in such little time. His chest looks more muscular and he can see definition in his pecs. His ass has become rounder and his legs have become more defined. The hair under his arms and on his balls is growing thicker. He doesn't feel like the little boy that started at him in the mirror on the first day of grade eight back in September. And, to his and Muhammad's great pleasure, his body seems to be producing much more sweat since his body has transitioned to a more athletic physique. Muhammad's growth has not been as quick as his boyfriend's. His height has only increased by a single inch, standing tall at 5'6". He may not love his current height, but he is no longer the shortest in the class; that distinction now goes to a girl named Joshna. Muhammad's dick however, has grown more than an inch making him the exact same size as his boyfriend. His pits remain sparse and his pubes are still rather bare, but his ass and his asshole have blossomed with a patch of very dark hair. If Muhammad thought Aadhavan had been in love with his tight asshole before, he was pretty much obsessed with it now. The cleats Aadhavan received for his birthday have really come in handy. His dad even agreed to spend money for him to be able to access an indoor soccer club so that he and Muhammad can spend more time together. His dad and Muhammad Sr. have also become great friends. The job possibility that Muhammad's dad had suggested ended up being a godsend for Aadhavan's family. His dad now only works a regular 40 hour schedule each week, but due to his recent hiring he must work on weekends. His days off are Tuesday and Wednesday. Aadhavan feared that his dad's new freedom would make it hard for him to continue his sexual adventures with Muhammad, but the opposite has been true. His dad being home more often has made him happier and more willing to drive him to Muhammad's house after school and on the weekends. And just to blow Aadhavan's mind even more, his dad very quickly adopted Muhammad Sr.'s view towards the boys' sexuality and willingness to allow their relationship to bloom. Aadhavan felt himself even beginning to miss his mother. She had only called once in the past six week. Emails from her, which at first has been two or three a day, were now coming once a week at best. She was now saying that she didn't think she would be home until at least March, perhaps in time for Aachuthan's twelfth birthday. Aachuthan had used his father's permissive attitude towards his brother to announce that he too was gay. Much to the brothers' surprise their father was equally supportive and made none of the anticipated remarks about grandchildren. His own coming out at home was not fully supported by everyone. It seems like voicing his sexuality out loud was not seen as a positive by Abudllah. Their friendship seemed to disintegrate. Aadhavan tried to tell his brother that Abdullah was likely just experimenting and the labelling of Aachuthan's sexuality scared him. Aachuthan has still not approached his brother for sex since the night that Aadhavan had declined. He has become quite private about his escapades, but seeing as he is still almost always busy after school until at least 6 PM, Aadhavan is convinced that he is up to something. Aadhavan's friendship with Kishan has also drastically improved. The boys spend a lot of time together at recess (but never at lunch, for obvious reasons). It has been tough for Aadhavan to now balance the time commitments of his boyfriend and his best friend but so far both Muhammad and Kishan have been satisfied. There was a very awkward trip to the movie theatre where Aadhavan wanted to cuddle up with his boyfriend but he also wanted to whisper with his best friend. All three boys were dissatisfied with the outing and, with wisdom well beyond their years, voiced that perhaps it wasn't a good choice of activity. The winter holidays have just begun and Aadhavan is exhausted from his commitment to his school work. He has maintained a near perfect record and he has received enormous praise from all of his teachers and the school administration, even Mr. Ashworth who has completely reframed his view of LGBT expression at school. As a Christmas gift, both Aadhavan's dad and Muhammad's dad planned a week-long getaway to a ski resort up north for all the boys, including Kishan and Salim's best friend Ryan. Rafat was given permission to stay home alone, but Muhammad knew all he wanted was alone time with his new girlfriend. The only thing better than the immaculate winter weather outside was the room assignments. Both fathers had their own rooms in one wing of the hotel and then the pairs of boys were given individual rooms on the opposite side of the resort. Aadhavan was ecstatic to be able to spend an entire week sharing a room with only his boyfriend. To make things even more amazing, Muhammad's fourteenth birthday on January 2 would be the last full day of the trip. Of the eight men going on the trip, only Ryan had any experience with skiing. The rest of them would have to endure lessons on the first morning of their trip. This was the only activity that all members of the encourage were expected to do together, besides having dinner together each night. Other than an even meal together each night at 6 PM, the rest of the day was completely up to them. If Muhammad and Aadhavan wanted to spend the entire day fucking in bed, all they would have to ensure was a little bit of heckling from the other boys. Leading up to the Christmas break Aadhavan was already stressed thinking about what to do for Muhammad's birthday. His own birthday had been an entire fairytale and he felt obligated to return some of the magic. In the six weeks since his first fuck Muhammad has become almost desperate to be constantly filled by his boyfriend's dick. Aadhavan knew that his boyfriend's birthday would be when their relationship would be fully complete. Instead of spending a fortune on his boyfriend to buy an expensive representation of his love, Aadhavan simply chose his favourite photo of the two of them and placed it inside a picture frame he bought and decorated on his own. The photo, taken just a few weeks prior, was of the two boys outside at recess. There had just been a wicked storm the previous night and it looked like the boys were the only ones in the entire world due to the crisp white snow in the background. Each boy also had a huge smile on his face and Aadhavan remembered that Muhammad had just told him how muc he loved Aadhavan's eyes right before the picture was taken. All Aadhavan needed for success was for the other boys to give him privacy. He really wasn't too concerned about that. The one thing eating at him was how Kishan and Aachuthan would handle sleeping together in the same room. If Aachuthan has his way, Kishan would be naked and at the younger boy's mercy each night. The trip didn't start off on its best foot for Aadhavan. With eight bodies heading north for a week, they required two vehicles. If Aadhavan and Muhammad were to ride together then either Kishan or Aachuthan would have to ride with Salim and Ryan, boys neither of them knew very well. The executive decision was made by both fathers: each boy would ride with his own father. The ride was fairly uneventful except for when they stopped for lunch where Aadhavan and Muhammad spent most of the time kissing instead of eating. Aadhavan and Muhammad were thrilled to learn that their fathers had arranged for them to be given a room with a single king bed rather than two double beds like the other boys. They arrived at the resort at 4:30 PM and they were told to meet in one of the restaurants at 7 PM for dinner. The boys spent two full hours rolling all over the bed in their underwear and kissing. Aadhavan loved that anytime Muhammad knew they would be spending time together he never wore deodorant. Muhammad was such a thoughtful and considerate lover. Aadhavan licked and sucked at every sweat-producing body part on Muhammad's delicious frame. He loved nothing more than to create a circuit from his armpit to his balls to his asshole and then to his other pit. Aadhavan's stamina in bed was hard to keep up with but luckily Muhammad's soccer toned body had what it takes. The kissing between the young boys was erratic and frenetic. They had not been together in a few days and they had promised no to cum until they could be together. They continued to kiss and lick every intimate part of the other boy's body. Muhammad licked and cleaned every part of Aadhavan's torso. He loved to lick across his boyfriend' shoulder blades, but was developing a real love for his boyfriend's tender and still unfucked hole. Muhammad was laying on top of Aadhavan as the boys performed a double rimjob sixty-nine. Their mouths were on fire with lust as their tongues poked and stroked each tight, teenage pussy. Almost at the same boy each boy's hole spasmed and the invading tongue lunged forward. It was almost at that moment when the alarm on Aadhavan's phone sounded and alerted them to the time. They continued to make out with each other's pussies for another few minutes until they regretfully pulled their juice- and sweat-drenched faces away. Aadhavan, seeing his boyfriend covered in ass juice, lunged at his mouth and began to make out and lick all of his ass secretions from Muhammad's mouth, chin, and neck. Thankfully Aadhavan had programmed a second alarm and at 7:30 the boys ran a wet cloth over their faces, pulled on a pair of clothes, and forced their throbbing erections into their pants. After dinner they would be able to finally release the multi-day buildup in their balls. Dinner that night was in the resort's casual restaurant. Everyone ordered steak and devoured their meals. Aadhavan kept waiting for a good moment after dinner to fake a yawn and go up to bed but the younger boys were eager to wander around and explore. Aadhavan also knew he had to make sure to give Kishan enough facetime to keep him appeased. The six boys decided that they wanted to go out into the fresh snow and have a massive snowball fight under the lights while the men decided to enjoy time at the bar and have a few drinks. The boys all trudged upstairs to their rooms and dressed in their winter wear. The snowball fight was easily one of the highlights of the whole trip for everyone involved. The bright lights of the resort combined with the fresh snow made it feel magical. For such a beautiful winter night there were very few people outside. Aadhavan had so much fun that he was quickly able to forget about the sexual gratification he so desired. By the time the boys headed inside it was nearly 11 PM and they were drenched inside and outside of their snowsuits. Aadhavan was almost drunk with lust as he watched Muhammad undress in the privacy of their room. The long sleeved blue sweatshirt that he had worn to dinner was practically stuck to his skeleton with sweat. The same was true of the t-shirt that Aadhavan had been wearing. While many men detest the feeling of removing a damp and sweaty shirt that has been stuck to your skin, the feeling provided Aadhavan with an almost orgasmic bliss. The boys passed their damp shirts to the other and watched as they both chewed and sucked on the sweat-drenched fabric. The look in both their eyes was an animalistic kind of lust. Both Aadhavan and Muhammed began to wring out the fabric over their open mouths as huge drops of sweat-soaked liquid escaped the fabric. Their young, teenage erections throbbed obscenely against the fabric of their slim fit pants. They stood a metre away from each other as they began to unbutton and unzip their jeans. Muhammad's dark wash jeans revealed his briefs and as soon as he finished unzipping the head of his cut dick was clearly visible as it throbbed against the cotton of his underwear. Aadhavan had been wearing a lighter wash pair of jeans as there was a clear wet spot on the denim that betrayed the location of the head of his throbbing dick. Before he could even finish unzipping his jeans, Muhammad fell to the floor in front of him and pressed his face against his boyfriend's thirteen year old throbbing dick. He proceeded to orally manipulate the entire length of Aadhavan's throbbing 5 and 3/4 inch dick. He sucked the shaft of his dick through the fabric. He hungrily sucked and gently chewed on the head of his dick through the wet fabric. Aadhavan was stunned at the level of horniness that his boyfriend was displaying on his body. The sounds coming from Muhammad's mouth were a mix of pleasure and satisfaction, as if the act of sucking Aadhavan off through his sweat-drenched boxerbriefs were akin to nirvana. Aadhavan watched as Muhammad tried to swallow his whole dick though he was constantly restrained by the fabric. He looked at the muscles in Muhammad's back and watched as the fabric of his briefs slid further down his body exposing the trench of his ass crack. The moment, the view, and more than anything the sensations were far too great for Aadhavan and he unleashed a full body groan as he shot his load. Muhammad did his best to suck and swalow as much of the cum as possible through the white fabric, but he knew that any nectar he couldn't swallow would stain the underwear that would become his at the end of the week. Aadhavan pushed Muhammad backwards onto the bed. He stared at his boyfriend laying on the messy sheets where they had fooled around before dinner. Muhammad was wearing exactly the same outfit as he had when they first began to make love on the bed. This time, however, he noticed how manaically his boyfriend's dick throbbed through the fabric of his briefs. The briefs seemed so much smaller now on Muhammad as he had grown so much taller since their first encounter. The view made Aadhavan look at his boyfriend as though he were a much younger boy and not his thirteen year old boyfriend. He didn't care nor did he understand why this gave him so much pleasure. As Aadhavan moved his face closer to Muhammad's crotch he could feel the heat of Muhammad's need start to engulf him. The blast of heat he felt reminded him of that first night in Muhammad's bedroom when their sweat-soaked bodies fucked for the first time. Aadhavan pressed his tongue on the very prominent head of his boyfriend's circumcised dick. Muhammad thrashed with need underneath him. Aadhavan began to perform a very similar concert with his mouth and tongue. He tried to use every muscle of his mouth to make love to his boyfriend's dick. He refused to let his hands add any pleasure to the experience. He wanted his mouth to be the only thing that Muhammad felt. Aadhavan could tell just how horny his boyfriend was because of the precum that began to leak from his rock hard dick. Aadhavan gripped the perfect mushroom-shaped head of Muhammad's dick and began to suck the dick like a straw, trying to encourage more and more precum to begin to flow. Muhammad howled with pleasure unaware and uncaring how loud he was being. Aadhavan began to sense his lover's impending eruption and he removed his mouth from Muhammad's dick. He slowly and gently rubbed the boy's inner thighs as Muhammad begged for release. He let Muhammad writhe and moan and complain for the next few minutes until he saw his dick deflate ever so slightly. Aadhavan then moved his mouth back down to his lover's dick and inhaled so deeply as if he thought it would be his last breath. Muhammad's dick quickly responded and the cloth-covered crown almost immediately popped back into Aadhavan's mouth. This time he slid his right hand up the right side of Muhammad's body, softly caressing his smooth skin. He hand slid into the boy's briefs and he let his index finger move directly into Muhammad's asshole. There was nothing subtle or gentle about the intrusion. Aadhavan sucked intensely on his boyfriend's dick head and finger fucked him at the same time. Muhammad had not expected this complementary sensation and he slammed his head back against the mattress and absolutely screamed out as he erupted into his briefs with his sperm seeming into Aadhavan's hungry mouth. Muhammad crawled up towards the headboard and Aadhavan walked around the bed to pull down the duvet. Aadhavan climbed into the bed, shut off the light, and then wrapped his arms around his boyfriend. The bedside clock read 12:03 AM. They didn't need to be dressed and ready for skiing until 10, but they had six more full days and nights to be together without needing to drain their balls on the first night. Aadhavan and Muhammad each had the most peaceful and contended night's sleep they had ever had in their young lives. They had found honest and true love at such a young age and they cherished every moment together. There was nothing more intimate than getting to sleep in the arms of a loved one and wake up the next morning with the luxury of knowing no one can interrupt you. Neither of them were aware that just down the hallway Aachuthan and Kishan were in the midst of their own exploits. For the past month the two had engaged in a sexual relationship with sixth grader Aachuthan fucking his brother's grade eight best friend Kishan a minium of three days a week. There was no romantic connection between them. Aachuthan was blooming into a major cockwhore. His coupling with Kishan was definitely not the most scandalous behaviour he had already planned for the week. Further down the hall Salim and Ryan were already asleep. There was absolutely no sexual tension or even desire between either of the two heterosexual boys. The two seventh graders were very late bloomers. It is kind of hard to believe when Salim's two older brothers were each separately hoping to engage in nonstop sex for the entire week. *** In the morning Aadhavan and Muhammad woke up just after 8 AM and spent the next hour kissing, flowing in between leisurely kisses and fierce making out. They groped each other through their underwear making sure to not let the other ejaculate. Aadhavan had encouraged Muhammad to agree to only cumming once a day at most. He wanted to teach Muhammad the pleasure of edging oneself to a mindblowing orgasm. At 9:15, the boys left their room carrying all of their winter clothing and made their way to the elevators to get breakfast at the buffet. As they were waiting and enjoying each other's silent company, Aachuthan and Kishan appeared. The four boys headed downstairs and found Salim and Ryan just finishing their breakfast with the boys' dads. The boys practically ate their weight in pancakes, scrambled eggs, hash browns, and fruit. Aadhavan's dad had to step in before they tried to get fifth helpings. Skiing proved to be a much more natural skill to Aadhavan than he had predicted. He loved being outside in the snow on a pair of skis. The ski lesson lasted 45 minutes and soon all seven men were ready to join Ryan on the slopes. The experience was so satisfying for both Aadhavan and Muhammad that they willingly spent the next three hours skiing as a large group. Eventually they all stopped and complained of starvation. They ate a quick lunch of burgers and fries before all the pairs decided to split up. Salim and Ryan wanted to go seek adventures on foot and take photos. Kishan and Aachuthan were eager to check out the swimming pool. And while Aadhavan would have loved the chance to go swimming with his boyfriend, he and Muhammed opted to go back outside and ski. They were more interested in time alone where they could find secret spots to make out. Their dads were going to warm up by the fire inside and then head out for a few more runs before calling it a day. Muhammad and Aadhavan chose to tackle some of the challenging black diamond hills. They could feel the sweat building inside their ski suits as they sat on the chairlifts and held hands. The boys tried to pay no attention to the people who openly criticized them for kissing so openly in public. Muhammad eventually started to get quite upset, but Aadhavan just kissed him and told him to ignore the idiots. Around 4 PM the crowds started to thin and the boys started to feel quite tired, Aadhavan especially, who was so unused to such sustained physical activity. They saw a ski path that went through a dense patch of trees and they started to ski through it. In a secluded spot they took off their skis and moved deeper into the forested area. They began to kiss passionately enjoying the sensations of being outside. The thrill of maybe getting caught caused both boys to harden quickly. They shoved their gloves into their pockets and then tried to slide their hands into each other's pants. They continued to kiss as they stroked the other boy's throbbing erection. Aadhavan would frequently bring his hand to his nose and sniff Muhammad's odour, only making him more and more horny. Muhammad's hand soon became slick with Aadhavan's precum. He wiped his fingers on Aadhavan's upper lip and the two began to share a kiss with the sweet and salty taste of Aadhavan's dick juice. The giggles of young voices they could not see jarred them from their tryst. The boys adjusted themselves as best they could through the layers of their winter gear and then enjoyed one last downhill journey before heading into the chalet for the evening. They ran to their room and changed into more comfortable clothing with nothing beyond a few less-than-chaste kisses before they headed back downstairs and found a large enough armchair for both of them. Their exhaustion mixed with the fire helped lull the boys into a comatose state. They were rudely woken up by Salim who just seemed to push and shove them until they opened their eyes. He had been looking for them for almost fifteen minutes as the rest of the group was already seated for dinner. The eight men enjoyed a delicious Italian dinner where all six boys ate what felt like an endless parade of pasta dishes. Upstairs the boys stripped down to their underwear and climbed into bed. They were so physically exhausted that they just turned on the television and cuddled up watching a terrible action movie. Despite their youth, their seemingly endless supply of sperm, and their constant erections, neither boy made an attempt to initiate sex that night. They fell asleep with their arms interlocked. *** They woke up before 7 AM with proof that neither had cum the day before. Their erections were positively straining against the thinning fabric of their well-used and well-loved underwear. Muhammad climbed on top of his boyfriend and pressed his painfully hard erection directly onto Aadhavan's equally hard tool. The boys then proceeded to kiss and grind together as they edged themselves closer and closer to orgasm. Each time one of them felt as if he would ejacuate the ferocity of their kisses would lessen and the speed of their gyrations would follow suit. For nearly ninety minutes the boys rubbed their bodies together until the need to cum was so frustratingly great that they just collapsed into each other and fell back asleep. They awoke again at 11 AM almost with a sensation that could only be described as a hangover. They dressed quickly and headed downstairs to grab an early lunch. After eating they managed to get outside and enjoy a couple hours of skiing before Aadhavan's legs felt like they were going to fall off. They grabbed a snack inside and then headed up to the room to grab their swimsuits. It was a perfect time for the boys to explore the indoor pool. The pool itself was quite deserted but the outdoor hot tubs were all occupied. The horny boys snuck into the empty sauna and enjoyed the suffocating heat for 20 minutes until someone caught them and questioned their age. They had said they didn't see the sign that said 18+ on the door. By then one of the hot tubs was vacant and the boys braved the chilly outside air to hop into the scalding water. Their bodies gravitated towards one another and their hands were soon rubbing all over their bare skin. Muhammad wanted so much to slide into his boyfriend's lap and beg Aadhavan to finger his aching pussy but there were too many other people around. He did press his body as tightly to Aadhavan as possible and begged his boyfriend to touch his hole. It was more difficult for Aadhavan to comfortably get his hand into Muhammad's board shorts and scratch the itch of Muhammad's asslips.They watched skiers travel down the slopes as they touched each other's bodies and felt their orgasms continue to boil in their balls. It had been almost two full days since either boy had achieved orgasm and neither Aadhavan nor Muhammad had ever pushed their bodies to such lengths prior to ejaculation. While Aadhavan was definitely more skilled at edging, he had never been teased like this before. He had no idea how Muhammad was mananging not to crumble and erupt a mess of scalding hot jizz. As their bodies began to get far too overheated an older couple made moves to climb into the hot tub alongside the boys. Flushed with embarrassment of their sexual exploits, the boys quickly hopped out and jumped into the pool. The drastic change in temperature was a welcome rush of pleasure for the boys who soon began to splash and horse around like the young boys they are. They were soon joined by Salim and Ryan who seemingly appeared out of thin air. It was actually a lot of fun for Aadhavan to get to know Ryan, a boy he had seen at school but never talked to. The blond, caucasian boy had a beautifully athletic body with an immature six pac that would have made Aadhavan throb in pre-Muhammad fanstasies. It turned out that Aadhavan and Ryan had a lot of common interests when it came to school and reading. It also seemed like Ryan had been Mr. Nicholson's preferred student last year (a sentiment readily seconded by Salim). Both Aadhavan and Muhammad laughed wondering if the man had had wickedly lecherous fantasies about the sexy white boy as well. For dinner the six young men chose to simply order pizza and eat in Saim and Ryan's room as it had the most space and the most comfortable couch. They ate almost an entire large pie each while drinking soda and watching a Marvel movie on Disney+, a luxury the resort offered. Aadhavan found himself really enjoying being around a group of boys and just being silly. He had never really had this experience before being so shy and really only spending time with either his brother or Kishan. Towards the end of the movie Aadhavan and Muhammad kept kicking each other's feet and looking at each other. The unspoken conversation was definitely about which one was going to ruin the vibe and claim to be tired so they could both leave. Aadhavan was shocked when it was Aachuthan, always eager to spend time with older boys, announced that he was going to bed. Kishan made no moves to join him and started talking with Ryan about which movie to watch next. With the mood suitably ruined, Muhammad announced it was time to take his boyfriend home to bed, eliciting groans and complaints from the other boys in the room. As he opened the door to their room Aadhavan mentioned that he thought he saw Aachuthan sneak around the corner towards the elevators. By the time Muhammad turned to look there was no trace of anyone. Inside the boys began to kiss and strip off their clothes. Their underwear was already sticky with sweat (and in Aadhavan's case precum) and tonight they chose to be completely naked when they climbed onto the bed. Aadhavan licked his fingers as he mounted his boyfriend and began to toy with Muhammad's hole as the boys kissed. He knew that Muhammad was desperate to get dicked and he wanted nothing more than to please his lover. Muhammad laid on his back and swung his legs towards his shoulders exposing his pucked anus. Aadhavan bent down and spit onto the winking rosebud before reaching down and rubbing his saliva into his boyfriend's pussy. Aadhavan had been pushing Muhammad towards the edge of ecstasy for nearly two days. He knew that there was a fine line between pain and pleasure and anything could push his boyfriend over the edge. Still, he shoved his tongue into Muhammad's asshole and joyously ate him out. He rifled his tongue in and out of the spasming hole while Muhammad whined. After about five minutes of oral bliss Aadhavan shoved his tongue in and felt Muhammad's body stiffen as he exploded onto his abdomen. Aadhavan licked his boyfriend's hole through the entire orgasm. He leaned back on his knees and stared at his boyfriend's splayed body. The white liquid was coating Muhammad's lower abs and his winking hole was still squirming. Staring at Muhammad, Aadhavan wiped up his cum with his hand and rubbed it all over his own throbbing dick before gently forcing his shaft into his boyfriend's asshole. Muhammad moaned as the pain of the anal assault turned into pleasure. It was such a unique feeling for Muhammad to have his asshole penetrated so quickly after he had cum. His dick never once went soft as Aadhavan deftly began to fuck his lover. His own orgasm had been building so quickly that he was mid-thrust when he collapsed onto Muhammad and laid there as his dick erupted. Like Muhammad, Aadhavan's dick never even attempted to soften. His still throbbing dick remained buried inside his boyfriend' pussy as he began to speed up for a second fuck. The sensation of fucking Muhammad with his pussy full of his own load and one of Muhammad's was incredible. Aadhavan leaned over his boyfriend and let the sweat from his pit drip into Muhammad's open mouth. The two boys then started to kiss tasting the salty flavour of a boy who had not showered or worn deodorant in many days. All too quickly Aadhavan's orgasm sped through his body and he came for a second time inside his lover's boy hole. He then began to furiously stroke Muhammad's throbbing dick until he too had cum for a second time. The boys then took turns licking the cum from Aadhavan's wrist before ending their love-making in a wonderfully passionate kiss. They may have broken their rule to only cum once a day, but Aadhavan and Muhammad were in complete bliss. The boys moved to spoon together with Aadhavan as the permanent big spoon before falling asleep as they repeatedly whispered I love you to each other. *** The next morning the sleeping lovers were jarred awake by a loud knocking at the door. Muhammad answered the door wearing only his stained briefs to find Kishan standing there fully dressed. Aadhavan had agreed to spend the whole day on Wednesday spending time with Kishan, he just didn't realize that meant going down to breakfast at eight in the morning. Kishan came into the room and waited patiently as Aadhavan threw on clothes and Muhammad crawled back into bed. Muhammad planned to drift in an out of sleep for the rest of the morning while spending time improving his edging techniques. He just hoped that he didn't cum. Aadhavan and Kishan made good use of the omelette bar at breakfast and they each ate two helpings alongside enough sausage and bacon to feed a small army. It was at breakfast that Aadhavan decided to broach the topic of his brother's whereabouts last night. "Kish, was Chu in your room when you got back last night?" "Definitely," he answered, his mouth full of food. "Well, last night I swear I saw him going towards the elevators," Aadhavan shared, feeling embarrassed for doubting his brother. "Oh," Kishan said quietly, the tone of his voice revealing that he knew something. "Tell me the truth, Kishan," Aadhavan begged. Kishan shyly began telling his friend the story about his pseudo-relationship with Aachuthan. He made sure to emphasize that the whole thing was more about getting off than actually wanting to be with each other. Kishan was still too unsure of himself and too shy to want to fully come out as being bisexual. All he knew was that he liked having things up his ass and Aachuthan helped satisfying some of the itch. "But I know Aachuthan has been fooling around with lots of other guys. And he just asked me to cover for him if he had the chance to hook up this week." Aadhavan just laughed. It was all so improbable that it actually sounded reasonable. "You just can't date my fucking brother, Kish," Aadhavan declared, still laughing. "I just wanna get laid, bro." "I'd definitely ask one of your brothers instead of mine!" Aadhavan teased, having had many fantasies about Kishan's older brother. "Aadi, that's fucking nasty!" Aadhavan wondered what Kishan would say if he knew (or even found out) what Aadhavan and Aachuthan had done together. For now, however, he was certainly happy that Aachuthan had kept that part of their relationship private. It was nearly 10 AM by the time the pair had finished breakfast and dressed in their warmest winter gear. They spent nearly five hours snow tubing and completely enjoying the experience of being outside together. There was very little tension between them even with the revelation that Kishan had shared. Aadhavan had known for quite some time that his little brother worshipped KIshan and it was not very surprising that the two were hooking up. Aadhavan just hoped his brother thought he had better skills at satisfying him sexually. He even considered asking Aachuthan outright. Just after 3 PM the boys had finished returning all of the borrowed equipment and they were walking through the chalet towards the elevators. The plan was to take a mid-afternoon nap and then meet the others for dinner. As Aadhavan entered the elevator and turned around to press the button to their floor he looked into the hallway and saw a man exit a different elevator across from him. It took him about four floors to process what he had seen, but he was about ready to swear in court that it was Mr. Park. He was about to mention it to Kishan when his mind started to spiral. Was it actually him? Could it just be coincidence? And then the thoughts got even more disturbing as he began to wonder if Mr. Park's presence and Aachuthan's behaviour last night were somehow connected. Once upstairs the boys settled into Kishan's room. Aadhavan propped himself up on Aachuthan's bed as Kishan took his own. Kishan turned on the TV and searched for something to watch. He finally settled on an old episode Fresh Prince and within minutes he had fallen asleep. Aadhavan's mind continued to race and he wished that Muhammad was with him. His heart sank remembering that he had agreed to spend the whole day with Kishan, even if the boy was currently asleep on the bed next to him. He also didn't want to ruin Muhammad's day with his own anxiety. His boyfriend and his dad were getting to spend the afternoon together doing whatever they wanted. Aadhavan's mind continued to race and he came up with only one solution. He decided to call down to the reception desk and ask if the man was a guest. He picked up the room phone and dialed zero and then asked, "Is Mr. Park staying at your hotel?" he asked. "May I ask the reason for your request?" the woman's voice on the other end asked. "I'd just like to know." "How old are you, young man?" she asked. Aadhavan quickly hung up the phone as his heart raced. He spent the next few minutes deciding on a better plan of action. He picked up the phone and tried again. He was thrilled when he heard the sound of a man's voice on the other end. "I would like to be connected to Mr. Andrew Park's room," Aadhavan tried to say with confidence as he attempted to sound older. This was a little difficult considering that his voice had not yet cracked. "Do you know his room number, sir?" "No, I do not. He is a guest of your hotel, isn't he?" Aadhavan asked. "I'm not able to share that information," the man responded. Aadhavan hung up and considered what he had learned. He didn't know for sure if Mr. Park was staying here, but the man in the lobby would have given him a definitive answer if he was not a guest, right? Aadhavan positioned himself more comfortably on the bed and closed his eyes to try to get some rest. He was bothered by the fact that he could barely smell Aachuthan's body odour even though they had been staying at the resort for three nights already. It was unlikely that new sheets had been provided when the room was cleaned. There was no way that Aachuthan could have slept in this bed last night, Aadhavan decided. Was it possible that he had even been here the night before that? These thoughts swirled through his mind as he tried to fall asleep. The last thing he remembered was staring at the clock as it moved from 4:44 to 4:45 to 4:46. And then suddenly he felt a body land on top of him. Kishan was trying to shake him awake. "Aadi, c'mon! It's already 7:15. Your dad just called and said everyone is already waiting downstairs for us to meet for dinner." Aadhavan jumped out of bed and ran to the washroom to splash some water on his face. He stared at his reflection in the mirror and decided that he was dressed well enough for dinner. The eight men ate at the only restaurant on site that they had not yet tried. They all agreed that the sushi at the Japanese restaurant was delicious but that it couldn't compare to what they could get in their neighbourhood at home. Aadhavan learned that his dad and brother had spent the day with Muhammad and his dad cross country skiing. It really sounded like they had a really great time together. Just before the end of their meal, Muhammad Sr. reminded all the boys to get a great night's sleep and to not exhaust themselves too much the next day. Tomorrow would be New Year's Eve and it was likely that they would all be up late considering a large fireworks display was constantly being advertised. The younger boys wanted to stay downstairs and play cards by the fire but Aadhavan and Muhammad were eager to finally spend quality time together. Much to Aadhavan's surprise, it was Kishan who shooed the boys away and told them to go be alone together. The boys then walked off hand in hand. Rather than go directly upstairs to their room, the boys roamed inside the resort and discussed the highlights of their day spent apart. Muhammad had so many wonderful stories to share about his cross country adventure and he eagerly showed off the nearly two hundred photos he had taken. Aadhavan boasted about his own adventure snow tubing and went on and on about how much fun he had had with Kishan. Not wanting to spoil the moment by adding his delusional anxiety, Aadhavan chose not to share his thoughts about Mr. Park and his brother. The boys eventually ended up at the games room for the first time. It was packed with all kinds of preteens and young teenagers. Perhaps it was because they wanted to be alone or because they felt uncomfortable stares due to the colour of their skin, the boys chose to go get a hot chocolate and sit by the fire. It was only 9:30 PM but the main lobby was fairly empty. They sat sipping their hot drunks as they cuddled, their bodies pressed neatly together. With empty cups and overheated bodies, they soon found themselves touching quite inappropriately in such a public space. They rushed upstairs and brushed their teeth before stripping down to their underpants Once in bed the boys melted into each other with their torsos plastered together. Their developing teenage bodies fit perfectly together despite the difference in size. Muhammad was almost always most comfortable with his taller boyfriend laying on top of him. Aadhavan licked and sucked on Muhammad's neck while Muhammad gave Aadhavan's body the same treatment. The boys hungrily sucked on each other's bare skin, tasting the sweat that had been building up all day. The boys had last showered on Friday morning before school, making it five days since they had used soap to clean their lithe bodies. They had been in the pool and the hot tub, but the layers of sweat that had built up over five days brought them so much pleasure as the tastes invaded their young mouths. The sounds coming from the boys' mouths was beyond pornographic. They each slurped and sucked on the brown flesh in front of them. Muhammad's teeth sank slowly into his boyfriend's neck causing Aadhavan to yell out with extreme pleasure. Muhammad collapsed onto his boyfriend and the two boys moaned contentedly. Aadhavan slowly disengaged from Muhammad's body and sat down between his boyfriend's spread legs. The boys linked hands and stared lovingly at each other. "I love you so much, Muhammad," Aadhavan sang out. "I want us to always be together, Van," Muhammad replied with conviction. Aadhavan and Muhammad stayed in the same position for the next several minutes. Muhammad's head rested against the pillows and Aadhavan sat facing him. Muhammad's legs lay on top of Aadhavan's as the boys gazed at each other without speaking. Aadhavan soon looked down at the briefs that Muhammad was wearing. The size medium boys' briefs concealed Muhammad's engorged but not rock hard dick. The fabric had once been white but now it was so visibly stained with fluids. The fabric was practically alive with Muhammad's sweat, his cum from the other night, smears of the few drops of precum he produced, and Aadhavan's saliva. Aadhavan withdrew his hand from Muhammad's and then reached for his boyfriend's dick. The heat coming from Muhammad's crotch was like touching a burning flame. The boy was unbelievably hot to the touch. The fabric of his briefs was damp and as soon as Aadhavan touched the cloth the fabric became wetter. It was as if Muhammad's body were a furnace. The smell was overpowering. Muhammad watched Aadhavan's eyes glaze over as both boys became painfully erect. Muhammad's erection was so clearly visible in his filthy briefs that his underwear was almost translucent. Wordlessly Aadhavan continued to fondle Muhammad as the boy became harder and harder. They continued to stare at each other as the scent from Muhammad's briefs hit his nose and Aadhavan could feel his dick pulse uncontrollably. It was electrifying for Muhammad to get so unbelievably aroused by his own ripe body odour. Aadhavan started to use both hands to rub and caress his boyfriend's aching dick. The fabric became more and more wet as Muhammad began to seriously leak precum for the first time in his young life. He was so achingly horny after spending hours that morning edging himself in preparation for this evening's orgasm. Aadhavan's palms were soon drenched and he then began to rub them up and down Muhammad's torso. He moved to his knees, still in between Muhammad's legs, and then started to rub his hands into his boyfriend's armpits. The damp sweat from Muhammad's pits made Aadhavan ache with desire. Muhammad stared down at Aadhavan's boxer briefs and saw a similar sight to what Aadhavan had witnessed in Muhammad's briefs. The fabric was undeniably stained. The entire pouch of the underwear was drenched and the spot where Aadhavan's throbbing dick rested was almost bubbling with the flow of precum. Muhammad wanted to badly to reach out and moles this boyfriend the way he had been touched, but this was almost impossible in their current position. He pulled his arms out from under himself and used his hands to pull Aadhavan's body even closer. He rubbed Aadhavan's cloth-covered boner and quickly felt his hands get slick with his boyfriend's secretions. His ministrations caused the odour hidden in the fabric of the boxer briefs to quickly taint the air of the bedroom. He moaned heavily as he felt each of his fingers become slick with liquid. Muhammad then rubbed his fingers all over his boyfriend's face. Aadhavan tried as best as he could to catch fingers in his mouth to taste his own juices. Aadhavan effortlessly slid down so that the boys' underwear-encased erections were firmly pressed together. Each boy could feel the slickness of the fabric as they began to grind together. Muhammad licked all over Aadhavan's face and tasted the juices that he had tried to rub into his boyfriend's pores. He licked Aadhavan's cheeks and forehead, his nose and his lips, and with the overpowering taste of days' worth of precum the lovers began to kiss as their bodies gyrated. The movements were so aggressive it might have looked (and certainly felt) like the boys were trying to turn their bodies into one lifeform. Their mouths were locked together suppressing some, but definitely not all, of the obscene moans coming from each of their mouths. Luckily the pungent smell of the room did not sneak its way into the hallway, but the sounds of their passionate sex could be heard from the far ends of the hallway. Only a few unknown couples heard the noise, but it caused each one to achieve their own powerful orgams in the privacy of their own rooms. Their mouths were still locked in an aggressive embrace with Muhammad's tongue forcing its way halfway down Aadhavan's throat when Aadhavan's dick pulsed and he started cumming. Seconds later, spurred on the by intensity of Aadhavan's orgasm, Muhammad's dick throbbed even more severely as if competing for the most powerful ejaculaton. Their bodies were slick with sweat and their underwear was sopping wet but each boy was perfectly satisfied. Aadhavan slid off Muhammad and pressed his body against his right side. Aadhavan declared his undying love for his boyfriend and fell asleep before hearing Muhammad's unwavering response. The boys woke up in the exact same position nine and a half hours later. It was almost painful to peel their bodies away from each other. The stench in the room was thicker than it had been the night before as the boys breathed in the scent of their odours and the distinct proof of their love-making. Aadhavan laid his head on Muhammad's chest as they discussed their plans for the day. It was Thursday and New Year's Eve. The gang had a massive dinner planned at 9:30 PM before they would go outside for what was supposed to be a sensational fireworks display. They agreed there was no way they could possibly continue to wear their underwear all day and remain unshowered. They agreed to now only wear their underwear at night when alone in their room and not to shower until the morning of their departure. They were desperate to continue to enjoy the powers of their ripe, filthy, and sweaty teenage bodies. They cuddled in bed for the longest time and chatted about so many inconsequential things. Their ability to converse was paramount to the preservation of their relationship. It was nearly 1 PM before they emerged from their room to go downstairs to lunch. They ate leisurely and then made their way outside. The plan was to take a hike in the forest where they could simply walk and be together. It was unfortunately a plan had by many other couples, but the boys still enjoyed the scenery and holding each other's hands. There were many moments of stolen kisses and giggles, but no opportunities for anything more sexual. At 5 PM, with the sun nearly completely set, the boys decided to take advantage of some nighttime skiing. They were soon racing each other down the hills and soon saw that the runs were becoming fairly deserted. At one point they got onto the chairlift without seeing another soul in front or behind them. As if blessed by spirits, the lift paused in the middle of its journey and the boys jerked each other off as they swayed on the seat above the ski hills. The boys were so lost in the moment that Aadhavan almost dropped his mittens to the ground when the lift started to jerk forward. The moment had ended so abruptly that their hard dicks were still exposed when they were forced off the lift. They smiled provocatively at the older teenager working at the top of the hill. It was nearly 8 PM by the time the boys made it back to their room to prepare for the evening's festivities. They both dressed in complementary sweaters, green on Aadhavan and blue on Muhammad, that emphasized their brown skin. They did their best to freshen up without having to clean any parts of their bodies below the neck. Satisfied with their efforts they left to meet the others downstairs. Dinner was a smashing success as they were treated to prime rib. Aadhavan's and Muhammad's dads were thankful that the meals were included in their booking as the boys ate enough food to last a week. Both men would go to their graves keeping the secret of how they were able to afford such an extravagant weeklong trip. At the time Aadhavan was too caught up in the moment to wonder, but for several years he would continue to ask until Muhammad told him to just appreciate the memory of their time together. The fireworks were more magical than Aadhavan could have expected, made even more romantic by the falling snow that became heavier as the show progressed. As the fireworks signaled midnight and the start of a new year Aadhavan and Muhammad kissed sweetly, and then more passionately, with heavy flakes of snow crashing onto their faces. The boys headed up to their rooms just after 12:30. Aadhavan noticed that his brother was not with them and Kishan immediately chimed in that Aachuthan had gone up to bed early, claiming that he was too cold being outside. As Aadhavan and Muhammad climbed into bed, wearing their prized underwear, Muhammad dropped a bomb. "Van, did I tell you I saw Mr. Park yesterday while we were skiing?" Muhammad said casually. And then Aadhavan launched into his conspiracy theory about Aachuthan and Mr. Park arranging to be here together. "I bet you're right, baby," Muhammad said, "Chu was definitely not surprised to run into him!" Aadhavan and Muhammed rubbed their bodies together as they talked about all the dirty things they imagined their teacher doing with Aachuthan. They had no idea that a few rooms away their teacher was currently engaged in a threesome with Kishan and Aachuthan. The younger boy, turning into a power top, was fucking his sixth grade dick into the man while Kishan took the eight inch dick for an impressively long ride. In spite of their horniness, Aadhavan and Muhammad made a pact to save their cum for Saturday night, Muhammad's birthday. They wanted to save their energy for the big event, considering that each boy had something major planned. *** It was late morning when the boys finally managed to wake up and disentangle their bodies. It was Thursday and it was New Year's Day. Typically for both Aadhavan and Muhammad that meant going to visit family or friends, but today was completely different. They still had two more full days of being away. They wanted to spend as much time alone the next day as possible because it was Muhammad's fourteenth birthday. They had already floated the idea of doing a birthday lunch as a group instead of dinner as to maximize their alone time in the evening. Muhammad Sr. seemed to be the one who was balking at the idea. As they allowed their minds to regain consciousness, there was a loud knock at the door. Aadhavan threw on the first shirt he could find - which happened to be Muhammad's - and he opened the door expecting to find one of the boys. Instead it was his father. Aadhavan was a little taken aback at his father's presence and he immediately felt embarrassed by his outfit. The too-small-for-his-height shirt was exposing almost three inches of the brown skin of his stomach. His boxer briefs were tented with an obvious boner. And, of course, his underwear was incredibly well stained. "Aadi, you and Muhammad will meet us downstairs in fifteen minutes for brunch. We will spend the day skiing together. Two fathers and two sons." Aadhavan just nodded his agreement and then rushed back to his boyfriend. The boys had to dress quickly in order to meet their fathers. Aadhavan had certainly not spent much time with his father and he understood the request. The two men and the two boys ate a hearty breakfast and then skied for almost five hours in the brisk now January chill. The hills were much more crowded than they had been earlier in the week and the lull in the pace allowed the older men to want to be outside for much longer. It was nearly 6 PM when they returned to the chalet with instructions to be back downstairs for dinner in 45 minutes. It was just their luck that upstairs they crashed into Salim and Ryan in the hallway who were eager to share stories about girls they had met snow tubing. Muhammad was quite surprised that his brother was so vocal about girls. He wasn't sure how to react, but this didn't dim Salim's excitement. The men had a very leisurely paced dinner where they all enjoyed burgers and dessert. It was just shy of 10 PM when the fathers finally let the boys go on their own. Salim and Ryan wandered off in hopes of finding the girls from earlier while Aachuthan dragged Kishan to the games room. Aadhavan and Muhammad simply headed upstairs to go to bed. They both wanted an early night's sleep to prepare for tomorrow. Their dads had agreed to having lunch together at 2 PM and then letting the birthday boy spend the evening alone with his boyfriend. Slipping into their underwear, the boys slid their bodies into a comfortable position and drifted off to sleep well before 11 PM. *** At 7 AM Aadhavan woke up feeling completely rested. He was firmly pressed against the back of Muhammad's body and his dick throbbed with need against his boyfriend's tight ass. Aadhavan tried to squirm away without waking up sleeping birthday day boyfriend and shifted Muhammad onto his back. He started down at Muhammad's sleeping body and noticed so many things about the boy. His light brown skin was almost completely unblemished, except for the very noticeable hickey on his neck (which boys boys had and received endless taunts from the younger boys). His boyish face looked so sexy as he lay there asleep. His lips almost looked like they were pressed into a smile. His jawline was prominent and he looked like he was beginning to get the slightest trace of hair on his face. His collarbone almost begged to be licked and kissed. The bone itself was so alluring to Aadhavan's lips. His nipples were small but very erect at this moment. Aadhavan licked his middle and index fingers and then gently rubbed his boyfriend's nubs watching them grow even more firm. Muhammad was so athletic and he tried to eat properly which gave his torso a very muscular and athletic physique. His abs were beginning to look even more sculpted. But at this moment it was the growing boner inside his briefs that was most appealing to Aadhavan. He slid down the fabric to Muhammad's knees and made sure that his eyes were closed. He then took a heavy whiff of the boy's odour and almost creamed his own boxer briefs. The smell of Muhammad's body was so very intense that every interaction they had ever had together passed quickly through his mind. It was as if he could remember every taste and every touch. Even though it was Aadhavan who was so incredibly horny Muhammad's briefs were developing a wet spot on the tip of his dick head. Aadhavan eagerly engulfed his boyfriend's dick and began to suck up the stream of precum that began to leak freely. For almost five uninterrupted minutes Aadhavan sucked on his boyfriend's dick while the now fourteen year old slept soundly. As he felt Muhammad's hands grab onto his head, Aadhavan slowly began to cease his ministrations and crawled up to face level with Muhammad. "Happy birthday, boyfriend," Aadhavan said sweetly. "Is it really my birthday?" Muhammad said, almost inaudilbly and mostly still asleep. They kissed softly and then Muhammad rolled into Aadhavan and pressed his head against his boyfriend's chest. The boys laid in this position until Aadhavan felt Muhammad begin to grind into his torso. Aadhavan jumped out of bed and grabbed the birthday gift from his luggage. He presented Muhammad with the picture frame and watched as his boyfriend began to cry. He latched onto Aadhavan and sobbed in his arms. He had never felt so loved since his mother had died. Muhammad felt like his love for Aadhavan was so permanent and indestructible and now his boyfriend had shown him reciprocal feelings. For the next couple of hours they laid in bed holding each other and spending time engaged in make outs that caused each boy to lose his breath. Aadhavan's dick throbbed violently in his boxer briefs while Muhammad's underewar fell from his knees to his ankles and then to the floor. His dick burned with so much need and at one point he was so close to cumming that he stopped kissing Aadhavan until Aadhavan grabbed his balls so roughly that the moment luckily passed. The family lunch was a blur as Aadhavan and Muhammad were both too horny and too nervous for what the rest of the day would bring. Neither managed to eat his entire meal and they were thankful that no one had remembered to arrange for a birthday cake. At 4 PM, just before heading upstairs, Aadhavan watched Kishan pass something covertly to Muhammad. The entire ride up the elevator Aadhavan pestered his boyfriend but received no truth in response. In their room, the boys stripped completely naked and stood facing each other. Their hearts pounded and Aadhavan took a deep breath before saying, "My love, Hama, for your birthday I want to give you all of me so that you can feel the pleasure of making me yours." Muhammad's heart swelled with love and he stroked Aadhavan's chest. "I have a small request, too," Muhammad said shyly. "I will always do anything," Aadhavan quickly replied. Muhammad reached down into his discarded pants and pulled out the object that Kishan had passed him. It was his cell phone. He then grabbed his phone and Aadhavan's phone from the nightstand and then turned to face his boyfriend. "I want to record this moment, Van," Muhammad whispered. "Oh, fuck yes!" Aadhavan almost screamed. Muhammad shared his plan to use three devices to record their love making and then spend time editing the videos together at home. He grabbed a selfie stick out of his luggage along with some duct tape and the two boys worked together to mount the selfie stick to the ceiling above the bed. They placed one phone on the nightstand and one on the desk so that all three phones were now recording them from different angles. Aadhavan positioned himself in the middle of their bed and helped Muhammad climb on top of him. Their dicks had never been so hard and as their shafts slid against each other the boys moaned simultaneously. Muhammad shoved his tongue into Aadhavan's mouth and they began to kiss noisily. The sounds of two teenage boys kissing and their sweaty bodies writing together filled the room. Aadhavan slid his hands down his boyfriend's muscular back and his hands slowly made their way to his ass. He grabbed onto his boyfriend's ass and pulled the cheeks apart to expose Muhammad's pucker to the stale air of the room. The room has developed a heavy stink as the boys fooled around and remained unshowered all week. Aadhavan pressed his index finger against Muhammad's asslips and felt his boyfriend shudder in their embrace. Taking more initiative, Muhammad slid backwards and off of Aadhavan's body. He pushed Aadhavan's legs up towards his chest and watched as his boyfriend's asshole came into view. "I do love your boy pussy, Van" Muhammad declared. He didn't wait for Aadhavan's reply before he thrust his face into Aadhavan's asshole. He licked all around the asshole and watched as his saliva built up and slid towards the centre, the tight rosebud of his lover's virginal boy pussy. He rubbed his fingernail over the quivering lips of Aadhavan's asshole and watched as Aadhavan's entire body writhed on the bed. He then reached for the cell phone on the nightstand and let the camera zoom in on Aadhavan's puckering hole. He allowed the camera to watch Aadhavan's dick throb and spew precum. The camera also caught his own dick throbbing and bobbing along with his heartbeat. For the next twenty-five minutes Muhammad slopply ate and slobbered all over Aadhavan's asshole. He shoved his face into his boyfriend's pussy. He sniffed, licked, and chewed on his asslips until his jaw and mouth with aching in pain and in lust. Aadhavan was almost screaming to be dicked by the time Muhammad reached under the pillow for the tube of lube he had stashed there. WIth one hand on Aadhavan's waist to steady both of them, Muhammad began to fuck one finger into his lover. He pressed his body against Aadhavan's raised legs and spent another five minutes pushing two fingers into his boyfriend's asshole. After nearly half an hour of oral stimulation and more than ten minutes of being finger fucked, Aadhavan calmly and slowly declared, "Hama, fuck me now." Each word was drawn out, as if painful to find the energy to say them. Muhammad slowly pressed the head of his circimcised dick against Aadhavan's virginal hole. He pushed his crown in swiftly as both boys moaned in unison. The heat of his boyfriend's asshole clamped down on Muhammad like nothing he was prepared for. As the boys stared at each other his dick sank into Aadhavan until Muhammad felt his pelvis almost ricochet off his boyfriend's body. The boys moaned almost continuously as the soccer player began to create a motion of thrusts into Aadhavan. His dick felt like it was seven inches long because he was throbbing so very hard. He stared into Aadhavan's dark eyes and watched the expressions on his face. The sweat on each boy's brows grew thicker until Muhammad grunted and felt his balls contract and a torrent of fourteen year old cum shoot into his boyfriend' bowels. Aadhavan collapsed back onto the mattress in a mixture of exhilaration and satisfaction even though his dick remained exceptionally hard. Muhammad, however, was spurred on by his orgasm. The release of his first load fucking someone gave him more energy and made him want to experience the sensation again immediately. He watched his boyfriend's dick jerk uncontrollably as precum continued to flow like an open faucet. Sweat dripped all the way down Muhammad's back and into his asscrack. He looked at Aadhavan's face, laying flat on the mattress with eyes firmly closed as he tried to regain his composure. Muhammed grabbed the bottle of lube and shoved two fingers into his own hole and shoved them as deep into his boy pussy as he could reach. Grabbing a hold of Aadhavan's impossibly hard dick, Muhammad swiftly moved until he was squatting over top and slid his asshole down onto his boyfriend's dick until Aadhavan's eyes jolted open and he thrust his hips upwards to meet him. This second fuck lasted less than two minutes, but the orgasm that erupted from deep within Aadhavan's balls was so mind blowing that he screamed out so loudly that he heard a knock on the door to ask if he was okay. The sensations in Muhammad's asshole were so intense that he too screamd out. He did not ejaculate, but the feelings inside him were so severe that he collapsed onto Aadhavan's torso showing every sign of a soul crushing orgasm. Thankfully the only noise the boys heart afterwards was a series of laughs heading away from them. In their post-orgasm bliss the boys discussed the sensations of the sex they had just experienced. It was obvious to both of them that Muhammad was much more of a bottom than his boyfriend, but Aadhavan still wanted to continue to get fucked. They had been warned of the dangerous of unprotected sex - especially anal sex between men - but in this moment neither Aadhavan nor Muhammad ever planned on being with another person. The boys fucked three more times before falling asleep after midnight. Muhammad fucked Aadhavan once while getting fucked twice. Their last fuck of the evening involved Aadhavan ramming his throbbing teenaged dick into Muhammad while holding a cellphone in his hands as the camera zoomed in on his dick being swallowed by Muhammad's asslips. In the morning the boys shared a shower together while Muhammad received his final fuck of the weekend. They allowed the soap and the water to wash away the grime they had collected over the course of a week but the memories of their time together were permanent. They also had the video evidence of Aadhavan's deflowering to look forward to watching together. They hadn't even been together for four months, but their love was stronger than anything relationship either had ever witnessed. Aadhavan picked up Kishan's phone to make sure that the video had been fully uploaded to Muhammad's Google Drive. He confirmed the successful transfer and then made sure to delete the video from the device. He didn't want Kishan having any access to it. That would just be too weird. Just as he was about to put the phone in his pocket to get ready to head downstairs for their final meal before checking out, there was a notification on Kishan's screen. The message simply read "Thanks for a fun night!" He clicked the message just as a series of photos were received. The photos showed evidence of what looked to be like a majorly successful threesome between Aachuthan, Kishan, and Mr. Park. Without thinking Aadhavan forwarded the photos to himself so that he could share them with Muhammad later. On the drive home, Aadhavan and Muhammad were passed out together in the back seat while his dad and Kishan chatted nonstop in the front. The week had been more successful than anyone had anticipated. Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed it. Please email me with feedback.