Life Is What You Make It

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This story contains scenes of a sexual nature between young men & a teenage boy. If this is not to your taste, or is illegal where you live, or you find it morally offensive, then read no further and leave now!!

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Life is What You Make It - Part 2

by

Alexander

Before I knew it, the holiday was over and I'd started college, which meant a major change in my lifestyle. Apart from anything else I wasn't able to see Andrew at our usual time and had to change it to the early evenings when I was on my way home.

Apart from college, Andrew was the main interest in my life, to the exclusion of almost everything else. I was aware of this of course and was quite happy with it until I thought about it more. He was taking over what should be my social life and I needed another interest to stop me getting into an unhealthy routine. Fortunately I had made a few acquaintances at college who took the edge off things, but it was Ash who I was growing more friendly with. Not sexually, which I wouldn't have minded, but in a companionable, easy-going way which is what I should have had at school but always drew back from, stupidly I now know.

I haven't mentioned my own family very much so far, and that has been deliberate. As far as I can work out, I was 'a mistake'. They are both career minded and always have been. Ok, they fed, clothed and watered me. Made sure I went to school and came home. In their own way, they loved me of course, and I them. But that was about it. Once I hit puberty, they more or less left me alone provided I was quiet and didn't make any waves. Suited us all fine on the whole: we talked when we had to, solved problems over meals and went our own ways by and large. Hence I suppose the need for Andrew, and now Ash.

Talking of Ash, it was the third or fourth week of college when things began to change between us.

Our friendship had grown stronger that I would have dared hoped for. We spent a lot of our free time together, either working or talking about people we knew. We'd even visited each other's homes a few times, mainly to work together or to borrow books. His parents were nice, reasonably well-off and proud of their only child. The only odd thing about them was that they were intensely religious, unlike Ash. I hadn't a clue what religion it was, apart from the fact that it was Indian, but they'd converted a small room into some sort of temple which always smelt of incense and had candles burning it in. When I mentioned this to Ash, he shrugged his shoulders and said something to the effect that 'it was their religion and I'm not that bothered. I go along with it 'cause its easier'.

Anyway, Ash had invited me to join his family for a meal one evening. It was something like their Christmas or whatever and most of his family were going to be there.

"It's going to be bloody boring if you can't come," he said. "There's no one my age, and all they do is talk all night about the old days. Bores me stupid. The meal will be good though, and we can always piss off to my room afterwards out of the way." Then he added, "Why not stay the night?"

"After such an appealing invite, how can I refuse?" I laughed, "And yes, I will stay the night.

Thanks."

As you can imagine, it was the last bit that convinced me. There was little or no possibility of us doing anything together, but the chance of seeing him naked again and sleeping in the same room as him was too good an opportunity to miss.

The meal was interesting, far better than the ones I had had in restaurants, but it went on for ages.

There were about a dozen people there, the women dressed in brightly colours saris, heavily made up and weighed down with gold jewellery: I had the distinct impression that there was some sort of inter-family rivalry going on . The men were less decorative: sober suits and ties. What jewellery they had on was expensive and displayed at every opportunity.

Despite their best efforts to involve me in their conversations, they always ended up speaking Hindi or Punjabi or whatever language they spoke. Apparently, few, if any of the ladies spoke English.

After the meal was finished, the party divided - women in one room and the men in another. Ash and I joined the men for a while, but once the cigars and drinks came out, we made ourselves scarce and went up to his room, not forgetting to grab a couple of bottles of wine on the way out.

Neither of us were drinkers, but the chance of getting slightly pissed for free was too good to miss.

Glancing at the clock as the bedroom door was close, I was surprised to see that it was almost midnight, then meal had gone on for far longer than I realised and I wasn't at all tired.

Whilst Ash opened the wine, I looked around his room. It was much like mine in many ways - a typical teenage boy's room, although perhaps tidier than most. What impressed me was the enormous double bed which dominated the room.

"Bollocks to that lot," Ash grinned as he handed me a glass. "Let's relax."

Without further ado, he stripped down to his waist and kicked off his shoes and socks. Smiling back at him, I threw my clothes on top of his and sipped the wine. What we talked about I've no idea, all I can recollect is that we were free and easy with each other, the chat flowing readily. All I do clearly remember is being unable to take my eyes from Ash's flawless torso, and drinking enough wine to stay sober but loose my inhibitions.

It was whilst having my final piss of the night in his bathroom, clad only in my underpants that things began to develop. What with having something of a hard-on, I was finding it difficult to piss in the bowl. It didn't help when Ash came in and stood beside me, freed his limp tool and let his stream flow. We'd been in similar situations a hundred times before; sharing bogs was no big deal. And as normal, I looked down at him. What wasn't normal was that I was springing a boner, and we were alone.

"Got a problem there Phil?" Ash grinned, nodding down at me.

"Sort of," I grinned back. "Must be the effect you have on me!"

"Must be," he replied. "Can't be the wine, it's non-alcoholic. We don't drink."

Tearing my eyes from his groin, I looked at his face to find that he was being serious. Slightly embarrassed, I returned my gaze to my own predicament and forced my bladder to drain itself. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw what was the beginning of Ash's erection.

"Snap!" I giggled as I left him to finish.

Still in our underwear, we climbed into bed, facing each other, but a respectful distance apart.

"Ever have anyone else for sleep-overs?" I asked, making myself comfortable.

"Sometimes," Ash replied. "We're a big family and it gets a bit crowded sometimes. Usually its my cousin Imran I get stuck with."

"Why? What's wrong with him?"

"He's only eleven," Ash giggled. "Doesn't even know what its for!"

I laughed lightly and rested my hand on my now soft cock.

"Last time he was over, I woke up to find him having a good feel if you know what I mean."

"What happened?" I said, my dick now coming to life slightly.

"Felt him back. Scared him shitless!"

We paused for a while, each with his own thoughts, until I summoned up the courage to ask him a question.

"Can I ask you something personal?"

"Yeah. Go ahead," Ash replied, looking at me.

"Why don't you have any hair, you know, down there."

"Complicated question," Ash smiled. "Short answer is that I shave them off. Long answer is that my religion has a weird attitude to sex. It doesn't exist until you are married. Women are supposed to be virgins and totally ignorant of all things sexual until their marriage day. Men stay as boys until they marry, and only then can they let their hair grow. We're not even suppose to know how babies are made."

"Must make life interesting, " I grinned.

"Tell me about it," he laughed. "I had a wet dream once and my father found out. He went ballistic, telling me how bad I was and how I must learn to control myself. That I must've been having wicked, unclean thoughts!"

"How the Hell do you manage then?" I asked. "How are you supposed to learn stuff?"

"Ah. That's where the weirdness comes in. One day I was taken out for a long car ride by my uncle. He was suppose to tell me everything I needed to know, but sort of secretly if you get what I mean. Trouble was that is was so embarrassed, he couldn't even use the right words. It was all so pathetic, it wasn't true. He spent so long talking all round it that if I hadn't known what he was talking about, it could've been gardening for all I knew. All he had to tell me was to have a wank once a day!"

By now we were both stroking our cocks discretely under the bed clothes, watching them rise and fall gently.

"I learned more in ten minutes from Cousin Raj than I did in hours from my uncle," Ash went on.

"All the boys in our family mess about with each other, same as they do back in India. It's a sort of open secret, no one mentions it, no one is supposed to know it happens. But everyone does.

They're even glad in a way because it stops us chasing the girls, or having wet dreams!" he laughed.

"So," I said, choosing my words carefully, "If you and I were to, err, mess about for example, no one would mind?"

Ash laughed, and said, "They'd freak out. Within the family is OK, but outside of it is definitely out, at least it's supposed to be," he added with a grin. "One of my cousins told me about a friend of his who wouldn't ever do anything at all. Eventually his father had to persuade someone to almost rape him to check that everything was working OK. So, the answer is no one would really mind if they didn't know." As he said this, he looked at me and gave me the slightest of smiles.

Reaching into his bedside cupboard, he pulled out an old T-shirt. "My secret weapon," he grinned, holding the much abused and stained shirt up for me to see.

"There must be a year's stuff on there," I grinned, sliding my pants off.

"Not quite, It's not all mine anyway!"

By now we were both naked and keen for things to get started. As we moved together, I was suddenly unsure of what to do. I'd learned a lot from Andrew, most of which would be abhorrent to Ash, and the last thing I wanted to do was annoy him. I decided to let him take the lead.

"Lift up," he whispered, tapping me on the shoulder.

I leaned upwards to let him put his arm round me, more or less forcing me to do the same to him.

Getting comfortable once again, our hands snaked their way downwards and took hold of our erections.

My hand sensed the heat and solidity of his cock for the first mind-blowing time. The fact that it was thinner than either mine or Andrew's became evident straight away as my fingers tightened. As did the strange feeling of his cockhead and absence of skin.

"Feels nice, " I moaned as he grasped me softly.

It was obvious that Ash was no novice. I don't know how many other dicks he'd held in his hand, but he'd learned a lot however many it was. He spent as much time caressing my balls, between my legs and even round my butt as he did holding my shaft. Even Andrew could learn a thing or two from him.

For my part, the feel of a circumcised cock and hairless groin were intoxicating. I let my fingers drift around, searching for things which weren't there, deriving an intensely erotic pleasure, echoed in my red-hot penis.

"Can I have a look?" Ash whispered, giving me a squeeze. "I've never seen an uncut cock before.

Not close up anyway. And you've got hair!"

We threw the covers back and I spent a glorious ten minutes examining each other in minute detail.

Looking at his cock, I saw that there was no scar or extra skin anywhere. To all intents and purposes, it was as if there'd never been a foreskin at all.

"Wonder how they do it?" I mused. "Must hurt!"

I jumped as Ash worked a finger under my foreskin and caught a nail on it. "Ouch!" I cried involuntarily.

"Sorry!" he grinned. "I suppose it's much more sensitive than mine."

Inspection over, we cuddled up again and pulled the blankets back over us. I toyed with his nipples with one hand as I began to masturbate him slowly with the other.

"That's good," he shuddered as I stroked his chest.

"Wanna cum yet?" Ash whispered softly.

"No, not yet. Why? Do you?"

"No. I like this. Let's do it all night!"

"Let's!" I sighed.

"Can I ask you something else?" Ash said seriously.

"Go on."

"Are you gay?"

I'd been expecting this, and wasn't surprised. And given the situation we were in and my promise to myself to be honest whenever I could, I told him.

"Yes. I think so. Probably. Do you mind?"

"What do you think?" he giggled, giving me another painful squeeze where it hurt most.

"Ouch!" I yelped playfully, returning the favour.

I was totally blitzed by the way in which he accepted my answer. No recriminations, no nasty comments, not even the slightest hint of distaste. He might just as well have been expecting it, as if he already knew, which he couldn't have as I didn't know myself until a few days ago. But his total, unquestioning acceptance of what to most people would have been the kiss of death to a friendship was astounding.

"How about you?" I asked quietly.

"Don't know. I like doing this sort of thing, but I've never done the other and so I can't tell. In any case, its different for me than it is for you."

"How so?"

"Well, its almost expected of you, as I said, when you're my age, and even when you're married it's no big problem. Especially when you can't do it with your wife 'cause she's pregnant or something. We take adultery and rape much more seriously. The culture's different in Britain. If ever the boys at school found out we were doing this, they'd skin us alive, after castrating us! People have a big hang-up with male to male sex in this country, like it's a disease or something. And yet under-age sex, rape and adultery are far more common here than they are in India. So who's to say what is right or wrong?"

"But what if you're grown up and gay?"

"Usually they get married anyway, but don't live together properly if you see what I mean. The real gays, the ones who don't marry are treated as a bit of fun really. No ostracism or anything like that, just different."

"All the time we were talking, we were playing with each other, not leaving our dicks alone for a second, and I was ready to burst.

"Ready to cum yet?" I whispered.

"Thought you'd never ask!" he grinned.

We didn't go frantic even then. Keeping up a slow, steady pace we masturbated together, arms round our shoulders and taking fantastic delight from each stroke. Then the all-too-familiar tingle started deep in my groin.

"Cumming!" I stammered.

The trick now is to ignore what your body tells you. Keep up the same steady pace, no matter what. The final orgasm is then really spectacular, massive and gut-wrenchingly painful. Physically knackering, but well worth it.

In the split second before we shot our loads, Ash pulled me into him, wrapping his legs round me and hugging tightly. The sensation of our dicks pulsating between us, and the heat of the warm spunk melding us together was the most exhilarating thing ever.

"Secret weapon time," Ash grinned as he reached over and grabbed the once green shirt. "One thing about being bald is that it's a damn sight easier to clean up," he laughed as the rag was thrown at me.

******* We were having lunch in the cafeteria the following day when Ash asked me what plans I had for the evening. I sensed that this wasn't just an idle question, there was something behind it. Andrew and I had arranged to meet in fact, but I hedged my bets.

"Nothing really. Why, wanna come over my place?"

He looked at me as if I was stupid. "Stay the night?"

He nodded, mouth full of hamburger.

"Love you to," I grinned. "But better clear it first," my heart racing at the unexpected turn of events.

I rang my mum at work, something I very rarely do unless I have to.

"Mum, can I have someone stay over tonight?" I asked.

"What? Oh, yes. Stay over. Who?" She was obviously busy, probably painting her nails.

"Madonna."

"Oh, yes. Good. That's allright." she disconnected before I could thank her.

I waited thirty seconds before my phone trilled.

"Who?" she asked, now paying full attention.

"Ashok. You know, the boy I am at college with."

"Oh. Yes. I thought for one minute you said Marilyn. That's fine.."

I gave the thumbs up to Ash, who beamed back at me and reached for his phone. Whilst he was getting the OK, I sent a message to Andrew, begging of our date, blaming pressure of work. The reply I got was fairly obscene, the gist of it being that I'd better get my arse round his place tomorrow or else!

Evening meals were a bundle of fun at my house as a rule. Both mum and dad had company lunches and therefore saw no need to make a fuss at home. Frozen meals, take-aways and fish and chips were the norm. In five years since the kitchen was extensively and expensively modernised, I don't suppose it'd seen more action than a normal family one sees in a month.

That night it was Chinese, which was usually one of the better ones: thank goodness she hadn't chosen Indian!

After the meal was finished, mum went into her home office to do her solicitoring and dad went into his den to do his accounting. Or so I assume. They could have had boyfriends or mistresses in there for all I knew or cared.

"They're weird!" Ash grinned as we sat at my desk sorting our college work out.

"I think they're aliens," I laughed. "Lost in space and time and just pretending to be human until they're rescued!"

I gave Ash the guided tour of my room, pointing out the more salient points such as the desk, the bookcase and bed. Christ! I suddenly thought. The bed! It's only a single, and even my parents might think something was seriously wrong if it was the only one used. Normally guests would use the spare bedroom, but that would defeat the whole object of Ash's stay over.

"Bugger it!" I said in frustration. "You're supposed to sleep in the spare room I guess. Fuck it!"

I very rarely swore, but I was royally pissed off.

"Wait. Come with me," I said in desperation., kicking my brain in gear.

As I half expected, the spare bed hadn't been made up. Grabbing a pile of sheets and blankets from the cupboard, I threw them at Ash and told him to take them to our room. Next stop was the attic. It took us a while to find what I wanted, but eventually I found it.

"Here," I grinned. "One portable, temporary bed, Ash for the use of."

I dragged out my old sleeping bag which I hadn't use in years, bought for a misguided attempt at becoming a Boy Scout when I was 13. Within five minutes we'd fixed up what hopefully looked like a usable bed to the casual observer.

"Parents?" Ash queried.

"Never," I replied, but slipped the lock on the door anyway to make him feel comfortable.

"So, what now?" Ash said, his voice low and sexy.

I looked at my bed and back at him, eyes innocently wide.

"Piss off!" he grinned. "It's only eight o'clock. Even I couldn't manage twelve hours!"

"Worth a try," laughed, knowing he was right of course. "Take your shirt off for me instead?" I added seriously.

"You really are gay, aren't you," he giggled. But he took it off anyway.

"Only for you," I said, stroking his chest and then removing my own shirt.

"What books have you got?" he asked, walking to my bookcase.

"Top shelf SciFi and horror. Middle ones general fiction and college books. Bottom shelf specials."

He went straight to the bottom shelf and read the authors: "Besson, Burroughs, Fry Genet, Hollinghurst, Holleran ...." he mouthed to himself.

"Don't recognise any of them," he said as much to himself as to me.

Sitting on the floor, he pulled out one or two at random and read the blurb, grinned slyly at me and checked out a few more. I took advantage of his pre-occupation and sat beside him, one hand on the back of his neck, stroking it gently. His only reaction was to smile at me.

"Are they all gay?" he asked.

"Mostly," I grinned. "Either the book, the author, or both."

"My parents would disown me if I took one of these home," he said, flicking through 'The Wild Boys'.

"But they're all good literature," I said. "Almost classics some of them."

"Good literature means Shakespeare or Dickens in English and Naipaul or Narayan in Hindi," Ash grinned, picking up another book.

"Bloody Hell!" he said as he found a salacious bit in Fry's 'The Liar', which isn't difficult.

I couldn't tell if he was blushing or not, but I saw his cock harden and felt his temperature rise under my skin as he read the bit about the Daisy Chain Club.

Replacing the Fry, his eyes skittered along the books, trying to choose one.

"Which are best ones?" he said, running his hand down the shelf.

"Depend what you want," I sniggered. "Onanism, group wanking, blow jobs, sodomy, rape? It's all there if you know where to look!"

"Unbelievable!" he gasped. "Show me."

"Take your trousers off first," I giggled. "These books are only supposed to be read naked."

"That's blackmail." he laughed.

"So? What are you?" I grinned, stroking his arm pointedly.

"Pervert!" he said, unfastening his belt.

We spent the next hour sprawled out on the carpet, wearing just our pants, skimming through the books and picking out the 'best bits' to read to each other.

My choices were a bit eclectic, quite deliberately. I chose the beautifully written seduction of the young Walker by Metcalf in 'Now and Then', the seduction of Alexander the Great by Bagoas in 'The Persian Boy', as well as other similar pieces. I chose not to show him the battle scenes from 'The Wild Boys', but we did find the oral sex piece in 'Aelred's Sin' and even the brilliantly erotic buggering of the 15 year old Edmund by the 12 year old Kevin in 'A Boy's Own Story'.

After I'd read the last bit about Edmund and Kevin, I was ready for bed - and Ash.

As we shucked our pants off, I noticed with glee that we were both iron-hard and glistening with pre-cum. I don't know about Ash, but I was as aroused as ever I'd been, my whole body crying our for intimate contact with Ash, to feel his flesh against mine, to feel his soft hand on my aching cock, to do whatever it took to satisfy my lust. Diving into bed, I almost dragged Ash in with me.

"Come on," I urged desperately, embracing him viciously, "Let's do something."

I forced my hand down between us, grabbed his cock and started to jerk him off.

"Slow down," he giggled, "We've got all night, and I want this to last."

The shock of hearing him say this, coupled with the hand clamped on top of mine, brought me to my senses. Shit! I'd done it again. I took a deep breath and held it.

"OK," I gasped once my heart had stopped pounding. "I'm OK now. Sorry!"

He stroked my cheeks with the back of his hand and smiled at me.

"I've got a cousin just like you," he laughed. "Can't wait. All over and done with in two minutes.

No fun at all."

"How many cousins you got?" I asked.

"Boys? Six, and before you ask, I've done it with all of them except little Raj, and he won't be long I don't think. How many you done it with?"

"Two," I said. "You, and ... a friend."

"You poor thing!" he giggled. "No wonder you're frustrated. You need more practice!"

"Chance'd be a fine thing," I sighed.

"Everything comes to him who waits," he said, "What sort of things do you do? Stuff we read in the books?"

"Sort of. Hand jobs. Feeling. Hugging. That sort of stuff. And kissing and blow jobs," I added quickly.

"Not the other, then?"

"No. Not yet. I'm not sure I even sure want to. Must hurt like fuck," I giggled. "What stuff have you done?"

"Like you, I guess. Mostly hand jobs, but I've had a BJ or two. We're not really into much more than that. At least the other's aren't."

I wriggled around slightly to see him better and continued to feel around his tackle. I couldn't get enough of the peculiar sensation of a skinless cock and denuded groin, for some reason it turned me on incredibly. As did his tentacle-like fingers, currently probing my balls.

"Wish we'd met before," I moaned, closing my eyes as a wave of bliss ebbed through me.

"Me too," Ash sighed. "You wouldn't believe how much I've wanted this to happen."

My eyes flicked open in astonishment and I stared at him, dumbfounded.

"What?"

Ash looked flustered for a second, aware he'd let slip something he'd rather have kept to himself.

"I've fancied you for ages. That's why I kept away from you in school, scared that you'd laugh at me or something. That, and other things."

"What things?"

"Messing about with my cousins is one thing, that's OK. But to do anything outside the family is a big step. Major, major problems if they even thought I was doing this, especially with a ....., with someone who wasn't Indian. You think being outed at school would be bad. It'd be a hundred times worse at home."

And I thought I had problems. At least my parents were disinterested in my social life as long as it didn't affect them. It wouldn't matter if they learned I was gay, probably be glad that they'd save money on a wedding!

"Shit!" I whispered. "Didn't know it was as bad as that. I'm sorry."

Ash smiled wryly. "I never would have believed that I could tell you all that. I wish I hadn't."

"Bollocks! I'm glad you did. Makes me feel special, makes me feel good. I've felt the same way about you for ages, but've been too shit scared to do anything about it."

"Honest?"

"Honest."

We lay together, embracing loosely and feeling a bit awkward as we thought things over.

"Do me a favour?" I whispered, stroking Ash's neck.

"What?"

"Let me kiss you?"

Our lips met hesitantly. Experimentally. Tenderly. I got the most peculiar feeling in the pit of my stomach as we held each other, like a million butterflies having a party, and a dull ache in my chest.

Nothing at all like when Andrew and me had kissed. That was sheer lust, an on-the-spur-of-the- moment thing. With Ash, it was better. Not even sexy in a way, just extraordinarily heart-warming.

"Again?" Ash grinned.

We kissed once more, a little more passionately this time, revelling inn the novelty of it. Our dicks (whilst still erect, had softened somewhat) twitched a bit as we relaxed in each other's arms, staring at one another.

Spontaneously we broke into a fit of the giggles, the rather tense atmosphere dissipating instantly, much to our relief.

"Enough talk. What you wanna do?" Ash growled.

"Everything!" I growled back.

I squirmed across and lay on top of Ash, our foreheads touching, my legs outside his. Gently I started to rock up and down, the friction of our chests exciting our nipples. Somewhere beneath us, our dicks came to life and joined in the fun. Rolling over, Ash buried me under his beautiful body and carried on, our stomachs now slickened with pre cum.

He leaned towards me and brushed my lips with his, the initial pack turning into a deep, lascivious tongue wrestle. One of us was moaning, I don't know who, perhaps both. My arms clasped behind his back and I pulled him even closer to me.

"I thought your eyes were black," I said after we separated.

"They are," Ash replied.

"No. They're very deep brown."

"Pale blue," he grinned, staring into mine. "Lovely pale blue."

"That's what my grandmother calls me, Blue Eyes."

"Hey!" he said, thumping me on the chest. "We gotta get you a nickname!"

"Why?"

"All my family have got 'em. Ort of secret name."

"What's yours?"

"Sesa."

"Meaning?"

"Rabbit," he laughed. "And for you ...... Kiran! Boys name. Means 'ray of light'!"

"Piss off!" I grinned and hit him on the arm. Privately though, I was pleased. It was the first 'official' nickname I'd had.

"And one more thing," Ash went on. "A top, top, top secret."

"Go on," I said, full of curiosity.

"Between us cousins, we have a special word we use if one of us wants a bit of, you know, fun."

I leered at him, grinning broadly. "Tell me."

"Jungli. Means wild. Like in wild animals."

"Jungli. Kiran. Jungli. Kiran." I tried the words out, getting used to how they felt.

"What do you call this?" I sniggered as I shook his penis.

"A boy's best friend!" he grinned. "But in Hindi, we have lots of words for it, like in English. The proper word is lund. But it can be lingam, zubra or zabri. Sometimes even Abdallah, but we don't use that much 'cause it sounds too much like Abdullah."

"Fancy going a bit jungli now?" I asked, feeling like a bit of action.

We toyed with each other for ages, winding each other up until we were almost past the point of no return. We kissed and cuddled until our lips ached and our brains turned to mush. The bed clothes had long since fallen to the floor, and the sight of Ash's shiny brown skin rubbing against my pale pink flesh was sublimely erotic. Kissing and licking my way down his body, I found my head just inches away from his coffee-coloured dick. Unable to resist temptation, I swirled my tongue round it, rejoicing in its perfection. I kissed his dark red crown, swallowing its nectar. I suckled it into my mouth, paused slightly and slid it into my throat. Ash was groaning loudly, his hands pressing on the back of my head, begging me not to stop. I straddled him, letting my cock brush against his lips.

The moans subsided to a mewl as he took me in: I writhed as his tongue found my cockhead, screamed silently as he deep throated me. Coughed and spluttered as I swallowed his cum. Fucked his face as I fed him mine.

Afterwards we kissed, exchanging seminal fluids deliciously, tongues making sure not a drop was wasted. We collapsed against each other, totally spent and ecstatically happy.

"I could get used to that," Ash whispered softly in my ear. "Very used to it."

"And there's no need for your secret weapon, either," I smiled.

Needless to say, we didn't get a lot of sleep that night. Once in a while, one of us would wake up to make sure we weren't dreaming. To kiss the body next to you, to hold the flaccid member of your partner before drifting off again. By chance we awoke together sometime in the early hours, and wanked each other off lazily, licking the cum off each other's hand.

College was given a miss the following morning, we would've been far too late anyway. By the time Ash and I had showered, aired my room and had breakfast it was well after ten o'clock. We parted at his house - he to change, I to go into town as I'd just remembered that I'd arranged to see Andrew.

It was a disaster. I wasn't in a very good mood to begin with. There was no way I could continue seeing Andrew and Ash at the same time and I hadn't a clue how to tell Andrew. I knew intuitively that Ash and me had something special going for us, don't ask me how I knew, I just did. Maybe it was the butterflies I got in my stomach every time I thought of him; maybe it was that happy, smiling face of his which was never out of my mind for long; maybe it was the fun we had whilst having sex.

I don't know.

Andrew and I kissed for a while, and ended up in his bed, naked and cuddled up. The problem was that I couldn't keep my dick hard. Despite Andrew's best efforts and my trying my damnedest to keep it up, it always let me down. Realising that we were both wasting our time, I apologised profusely to him, pleading stress of work for my short comings.

To give him his due, he took it very well, telling me that it sometimes happens like that, and I shouldn't blame myself. We kissed briefly at his door as I left, feeling as low as ever I'd been. I think we both knew we'd met for the last time. In an odd way, I felt sorry for both of us. Andrew had been my first, and for that I will ever be grateful. For Andrew, I was someone who filled a big gap in his life, who up until today made him feel happy. But we both knew it was sheer lust that drove us together and nothing more. Good whilst it lasted, but that was all.

I hate falling out with anyone. Hate parting on bad terms and so I was feeling less than happy with myself as I trudged away from Andrew's. Needing some TLC, I texted Ash. "Pissed off. Can I come round?"

Five minutes later my phone buzzed.

"What's wrong?" Ash's worried voice asked.

"Can't tell you over the phone. Can I come round?" Then added, "Don't panic. It's nothing to do with us."

I could almost taste the relief as he absorbed this. "Yes, of course. Have you eaten?"

"Yes," I lied. I couldn't have eaten anything to save my life.

Just the sound of Ash's concerned voice made me feel better and by the time I'd reached his house, I was in a more cheerful mood, pleased that we were to meet so unexpectedly.

In the privacy of his room, I explained the situation between me and Andrew, the whole gory mess.

He listened sympathetically and without comment, letting me get it out of my system. After I'd finished, he put an arm on my shoulder and gave me a little hug.

"Come on," he said. Let's go out."

We ended up in a local bistro where we came across a couple of guys we knew from college, had a few games of pool with them and more Coke than I'd had in ages. I soon forgot my troubles and all-in-all we had a good time. What with one thing and another, I'd not been out like this for a long time, and by the time we headed for Ash's house was back to my old self.

There was still a lot of college work to do, our evening out having eaten into our 'work time' quite severely and so we settled down to work on the family dining table. It was very pleasant sitting with the family, and the time sped by without my realising it. Glancing up at the clock, I saw with horror that it was not far off eleven o'clock.

"I'd better go," I said to Ash, gathering up my books. "Look at the time!"

"Why don't you stay the night?" Ash's father said. "It's a bit late to wander the streets."

Ash and I looked at each other. There was just the slightest hint of a smile on his face and he shrugged his shoulders as if to day 'why not?' I thanked them all and ferreted out my mobile phone.

It was too late to talk to my parents and so I sent them a text message to both of them, letting them know where I was. At the back of my mind, it registered that neither of them had tried to contact me to ask.

"This's becoming a habit," Ash grinned as we undressed for bed. "One I like!"

"Me too," I answered, watching him. We'd hardly touched each other all day and I'd missed it.

We hugged, our lips touching lightly, crotches pressed together, separated only by the thin cotton of our underpants. Climbing into his bed together seemed the most natural thing in the world, as if we'd been doing it all our lives. We lay side by side, shoulders and thighs just touching, looking into each other's eyes.

"Wanna read for a bit?" Ash asked.

"Naah, can't be bothered."

He turned the light out and we rolled over to face each other. Ash's hand slid down and pushed its way under the elastic of my pants and came to rest on my dick.

"Just checking!" he whispered.

He made no attempt to do anymore than that, allowing his fingers to curl around my cock but stopping there.

I reached for his tool and sighed to myself as its warmth permeated my hand.

"You've made a good impression on my father," Ash whispered. "He think's you're OK.."

"I'm glad. But we've hardly spoken."

"He's a good judge of character, and he's watched how you behave and stuff. Besides, he knows your dad through the Rotary Club."

This didn't surprise me. We live in a small town and everyone seems to know everyone else, which is OK most of the time, but can lead to a few problems once in a while!

"He asked you to stay tonight. That means a lot; makes you an honorary cousin so to speak. He thinks you're good for me!" he giggled.

"And aren't I?" I said, tightening my grip on his dick.

"Oh yes. Very good. But not in the way he thinks!"

We nattered on in this way until sleep began to overtake us. With a last cuddle and kiss, Ash turned his back on me and closed his eyes. I snuggled up as close to him as I could, my chest against his back, arm draped over him and my crotch resting against his butt.

Sometime during the night we'd swapped positions. Ash was leaning against my shoulders, his morning boner resting between my arse cheeks. I pushed my bum back and reached over to pull him in tighter.

"Pack it in!" I heard a voice whisper in my ear, followed by a kiss on my ear. "It's too early for that. Besides, I might get to like it.!

I rolled over and kissed him properly.

"Morning," I yawned.

"Morning," Ash sort of said - I'd learned already that he wasn't a morning sort of person. He stumbled out of bed and went towards the bathroom, taking his wood out ready for his morning piss.

End of Part 2

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