VII Postlude (Harvest)
It had been a year since Rebecca had appeared in K. L. A year of growing and adjusting, a year of sorrow and a year of joy. It was not easy, but it was working.
Lalita had died suddenly several months after Rebecca had been in K. L. Harish was devastated, as would be expected. For several times, with no apparent reason at all, the normally reserved Harish would burst into tears. Brad could only hold him and try to console him as best he could. When he was with his family, this never happened. It would have been untoward. Yet, with Brad, all was known, all was shared and he felt no embarrassment after these incidents. In time the ache in his heart lessened, but the emptiness remained and would so for a very long time.
Brad and Harish, after much discussion, weighing the various issues and problems, decided to buy a two storey link-house together. It was Harish the practical one who brought up the proposition. They looked for a long period and found a suitable dwelling on the edge of the city. It was an older two storey link house. It had been poorly maintained, so they were able to bargain and obtain it at a reasonable price. After some renovation and considerable painting it presented an eminently suitable house for them. The upstairs, when renovated, possessed four bedrooms, two relatively spacious rooms with an adjoining bath. One for Harish and one for Brad. Although the understanding was that both would sleep in the same bed. There were two other slightly smaller bed rooms--one for Sita and a guest room--and another bathroom opening to a central hall. On the ground floor was a spacious living-dining area, another small bedroom--euphemistically referred to as a maid's room--a kitchen and another bathroom.
The time in renovation was longer than expected. Brad was a detail man and took joy in overseeing literally every aspect of the remodeling. They moved in over a long, three day weekend--Saturday the two households were brought together and unloaded; Sunday was the day everything was arranged; and Monday they recouped.
Harish was the first to wake up, he was on his back, Brad lay next to him on his side, one leg thrown over Harish's and his hand gently cupped Harish's cock and balls. Harish smiled. Whenever the slept together Brad always cupped Harish that way as they drifted off to sleep. Carefully he removed Brad's hand and slid out from under his leg. He slipped into his sarong--he had taken to sleeping nude with Brad. He showered, quickly dresses and went downstairs. Sita had wakened earlier and, as was her routine, had turned on the television and watched cartoons. Harish prepared a light breakfast for Sita and hot coffee for himself an Brad.
"Do you like your new house, Sita?"
"Yes uncle, my room is bigger than the other one."
They chatted brightly as Harish sipped his coffee and perused the morning paper. Over the months Sita and Harish had developed a real affection for each other.
An hour later Brad came down the stairs.
"Jeeze, was I beat!"
"You still look beat!" Harish chided.
"Yeah? Well that's what I get for doing all the work!"
Harish flipped Brad the finger behind Sita's back. They were careful not to to use coarse language in front of her, or any overt signs of affection--at least for the time being.
That evening they went to The Lotus for their supper. Neither wanted to cook. Brad and Harish both cooked, it was not a real passion for either one, but they were credible in the kitchen.
As the two were sipping their coffee, Brad mused, "You know this is the first place the three of us came to eat?"
"I remember," Harish smiled, adding, "And where we ate after Port Dickson."
Brad understood the association, and he too smiled.
Later, that night, after Brad had prepared Sita for bed and tucked her in they both sat quietly watching the news on T.V.
It was about 10:00, earlier than usual when Brad stood up and said, "I'm going to bed," as he walked around Harish's chair. He bent over and ran his tongue around Harish's ear. It was an action that he early discovered sent erotic chills through Harish's body. "You coming up too?"
"I think I will," Harish answered in mock seriousness.
They both laughed.
Having stripped off their clothes the got into bed, embraced an kissed each other. Their hands began to roam over now familiar terrain, familiar places that they knew would slowly bringing the other to a state of excitement.
Harish whispered into Brad's ear, "I love you Brad Forsythe."
"I love you Harish Kumar," came the reply.
Their bodies began to writhe as each attempted to get closer to the other. Harish reached down and grasped Brads rigid pole and began to manipulate it. Almost simultaneously Brad took hold of Harish's turgid cock and maneuvered the foreskin in a way that brought deep moans from his lover's throat. Suddenly, Harish jackknifed and slipped Brad's throbbing cock into his mouth. He swirled his tongue 'round the head and fondled the opulent ball sack.
Brad groaned. "Lay beside me," he gasped, "I want to suck your cock too." Harish complied and soon they were ardently engaged in soixante-neuf. Brad's upper leg was flexed and Harish reached between and behind grasping Brad's firm ass and forced his cock even deeper into Harish's throat. Harish slipped his fingers into the deep cleft of that beautiful ass and Brad arched his leg even higher to give easier access. Harish reached behind him and groped for the bottle of lubricant on the bedside table. He poured a dollop on his finger and returned it to that hot cleft and sought out the puckered button. Finding the prize, he slowly, gently slid his finger into Brads hot ass hole and began to finger fuck him. Brad groaned and reached for the bottle, anointed his finger and inserted it into Harish's tight ass hole. They both sucked and finger-fucked each other. The delicious joy of having your cock sucked and your ass fingered at the same time, sent
both into
paroxysms of desire.
Brad slowly withdrew his finger and generously lubricated it again. He also slathered the lotion over his index finger. Carefully he overlapped the two fingers and inserted them again gently up Harish's ass. He had done this several times before and the action caused uncontrolled quivering and deep primordial groans from Harish.
As Brad reinserted the two fingers, Harish gasped with pleasure. He lowered his head until his nose was buried deep in Brad's cock hairs--inhaling the dusky aroma. He quickened the pace of his plunging finger, rotating it as he entered and exited. The sensation sent Brad into spasms of delight as Harish knew it would. They continued this interlocked dance for some minutes, each spiraling upward into the sweet miasma of lascivious desire.
Suddenly Harish sat up, spun around facing Brad and said, "Oh, Brad I do love you!"
Saying that he took up the bottle of lotion poured a copious amount into his palm and spread it liberally over Bard's upstanding, opulent, hard rod. Brad gasped. He did not immediately realize the full import of this sudden action. Awareness dawned on him when Harish reached behind himself and anointed his already quivering hole.
"You don't have to . . . "
"I want to!" Harish interrupted. He straddled Brad's hips, positioned himself, reached for Brads solid cock and positioned the head.
Brad reached up and placed his hand on Harish's chest as if to restrain him. "Be careful!" he urged.
"I will," Harish muttered, concentrating on the task,
"Take deep breaths!"
"I am," came the whisper. Harish began to lower his body onto the formidable tool. He concentrated, took deep breaths, relaxed and exerted more pressure. The tight sphincter had already been relaxed somewhat by Brad's fucking fingers. The flared head popped in. Harish's eyes widened not so much from any great discomfort, but more in surprise.
"Are you all right?" Brad asked with concern.
"I'm fine," Harish breathed and bore down some more. Nearly a third of that cock was buried up his quaking hole. Again he took a deep breath and bore down; and then again, until the whole length had slid passed that tight gate. He sat on Brad's cock for a few seconds, adjusting to the sensation of having that considerable cock inside him. Then slowly he lifted up a bit and then back down. Both men gasped in pleasure. Then he began a rhythmical lifting and lowering of his body as his ass fucked that tumid dick.
The initial sexual-shock-sensation of his cock entering Harish's ass had passed and Brad began to revel in the rhythm established by Harish. He looked up into Harish's eyes and said, "Harish . . . I love you." Saying that he took his lover's cock in his hand and began to knead it. Harish's concentration on getting that cock into his ass had caused his own cock to diminish somewhat. However, soon he was rigid again.
Soon Brad countered Harish's downward plunge with an upward thrust--sending his cock deep into Harish's ass. They met each other's movements as if in a superbly choreographed ballet.
As cock fucked ass and hand fucked cock they both were brought to the edge of that erotic abyss. They both urged the other forward. Forward to that point where there was no turning back! That primeval release.
A tingling sensation at the base of the spine lased back and forth to the hyper sensitized cock-heads in ever increasing intensity and speed. Conscious will evaporated in the ferocity of primordial, cosmic need. Muscles of their whole bodies began to tense, edging towards the expected release. Suddenly the edge was achieved in a blinding flash of a thousand lights brighter than the sun. Eyeballs turned upwards, the lungs exhaled vibrating the vocal cords in a deep guttural groans. Ass muscles wrenched, balls drew up, the already engorged cock enlarged even more! Spurt after spurt of hot lustral cum shot from cock openings--flooding insides, bathing outsides. Their bodies wrenched and jerked to drain the last remnant of desire for the very core of their beings.
"MY GOD!" was all Brad could say.
Harish fell forward on his lover's cum flooded chest, his ass still retained its grip on that marvelous tool. "I love you. I love you. I love you, " Harish breathed rapidly into Brad's ear.
Their breathing slowed down and they slipped into a sated slumber.
Much later they roused themselves, went silently into the bathroom and languidly showered. Each silently and tenderly bathed the other. The intimacy of this shower was beyond being erotic. Neither became erect. They toweled off and returned to bed.
Simultaneously they said to the other, "I love you." They wrapped their arms around the other and slipped into a deep satisfied sleep.
This was to be a pattern that they followed for years, with variations. As their needs arose, Harish would be the initiator, or, at another time Brad would lead. And, there were times when both felt a need to institute the action. Those times were filled with cosmic fire. They probed the depths of their love and desire and often scaled to the heights of passion.
If a small seedling is nurtured, it will grow, mature into a strong tree and bear fruit for many years, regaling all with its benefits.