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Life is What You Make It - Part 3
College was a breeze. Ash and I settled down and actually enjoyed the work. We made a few friends with whom we had evenings out and had some good times. On the personal front, that too developed a steady routine. We slept over at each other's houses two or three times a week and not always to have sex! Our parents became so accustomed to our comings and goings that they stopped bothering where we were staying. I preferred Ash's place to mine - I liked the family atmosphere and happy disruption when a member of the family turned up unexpectedly.
Ash liked mine for almost the opposite reasons. The orderly life, tranquillity and routine pleased him.
Visitors were rare and always by appointment. I always made sure I stayed with Ash on those nights, which probably pleased my parents as much as me.
Our sex life was far from routine however. Once in the privacy of our own room, whichever it was, we always stripped down to our undies. This we found was much more erotic than actually being naked, and erections were the norm. We couldn't resist touching one another constantly, our hands resting on each other even when we worked at the table. It wasn't unknown for us to take a break from the table to have a smooch fest, delightful BJ or hand job and then get back to work feeling very much better. In bed, we simply did what we felt like. Often, we didn't do anything at all except cuddle, hands in each other's groin as if claiming possession. Sometimes we hardly slept at all, spending the whole night pleasuring each other in whatever way we liked. I knew his body better than my own, every curve, every muscle fixed permanently in my brain.
It was one night on a sleep-over at his place that we confirmed our adoration for each other. He'd been scratching at his balls all day, eventually confiding that it was time he shaved again. He was in his bathroom getting ready to do the necessary when I decided to watch him. I sat on the toilet, gazing at his crotch as he lathered it up, the white foam looking like the pubes of an old man.
Shaving yourself down there isn't easy. Apart from the fact that you can't see properly, you have to hold the razor at an awkward angle. Cuts and nicks are inevitable. After one or two swipes with the razor, he unexpectedly handed it to me.
"You do it," he grinned. "It'll be easier."
"You trust me with a razor near your 'nads!" I giggled, twirling it in my hand.
"You'd be the loser if anything fell off," he smiled.
I looked at him once more before I started. The look he gave me was one he'd never given me before. Not only was there complete trust in his eyes, but something else as well. I knew why he shaved of course, and felt sorry for him. Not being allowed to shave your pubes until you're married is cruel. I also realised that in his own way, he was offering himself to me. Asking me to do it for him was offering me something more than just friendship.
"I wish I didn't have to shave," he said quietly staring into my eyes, his hands on my shoulders.
"So do I," I whispered as he stood in front of me, legs apart.
It's impossible to shave around a man's 'nads without raising an erection. It's also impossible to complete the job, nicking him once. Taking the towel in my hand, I cleaned him up, making sure I got every last speck of soap off him. Throwing the towel to one side, I inspected my handiwork. He took a step towards me, tapping the back of my head at the same time. I did the only thing possible.
The smell of the soap, the feel of his newly shaved skin and the urgent thrusting of hip hips soon did their job, and I swallowed his cum joyfully, accompanied by animalistic moans from Ash.
There was no need for second thoughts. Picking up the shaving foam, I gave it to Ash, together with the razor.
"You sure?" he asked.
"Never more sure," I whispered. "Please?"
We changed places and Ash set to work.
I watched, fascinated, as my bush slowly disappeared. I'd spent the best part of thirteen years waiting for it to appear, four more years watching it grow into something to be proud of. Now it was vanishing down the sink! And I didn't care.
Ash finished me off just as I had him, my load of love juice shooting out almost before he'd got my cock in his mouth. Didn't matter though because we jerked each other off again ten minutes later, just in time for tea.
"You gotta stay over on Friday night," Ash said excitedly as we met on Thursday morning. "You gotta save my life."
"Why? How?"
"My parents are going to London to see my uncle and unless I can get out of it, I'll have to go as well."
"Why don't you tell them that I'd planned to stay the night?"
"Can't. They'd think we'd planned it, dad would say no. You gotta think of something."
It's amazing how devious two 17-year olds can be when they put their minds to it. Within half an hour we'd come up with what we hoped would be a workable plan. I knew my dad was going to an accountant's bash of some sort and wouldn't be home until late. Mum never went to them unless she had to, but this Friday she was, whether she knew it or not.
I explained the problem to Ash's dad over the phone, adding that we'd planned to work on a big essay that night, and if I was at home I'd have to go to a boring accountant's dinner.
It only took a minimal amount of persuasion for him to agree, the only proviso being that Ash had to go next time.
I made a particular point of making a fuss of Ash's mum and dad on Friday night, thanking them effusively for saving me from a night or torment, I don't think he believed me completely, but nevertheless was happy enough.
"Why do I feel like a baby-sitter?" I laughed as we spread our books out on the table.
"Piss off!" was the only reply.
An hour later, we were still hard at work, shirts off and brows furrowed when the door bell rang, making us both jump.
"Who the Hell's that?" Ash said irritably, throwing the pen down.
At the door was an Indian boy of about 13 or 14, carrying what looked suspiciously like an overnight bag. His face was wreathed in smiles and I'm sure he was going to hug Ash until he saw me. The smile faded slightly, but not by much.
"Hiya Ash!" he grinned, stepping into the hall.
"Hiya yourself!", Ash replied, looking puzzled. "What's going on?"
"Staying the night. No one told you?"
"No. You can't. There's no one here. My mum and dad are in London. Phil and I are working."
"But it's been arranged," the boy said, sounding disappointed. "I've been looking forward to it all week."
We went into the living room and picked up the family diary. Quite clearly under today's date were two words: 'London' and 'Razak'.
"Shit!" They must've forgotten.
Razak's shoulders drooped, and the previously cheerful face fell into one of complete dejection. I felt sorry for him; it must be awful to look forward to something as much as he obviously was, only to be let down at the last second. There was a quick conversation in Hindi before Ash turned to look at me and said, "Would you mind if Raz stayed? His parents are away for the night as well."
He also gave me an enormous wink.
" 'Course not. It's your house."
The beam returned to Raz's face instantly.
"Sorry," Ash said. "Introductions. "Phil, Raz. Raz, Phil. Raz's my cousin. Phil's my best friend."
I blushed slightly at this, partly because I was embarrassed, but mostly because he called me his best friend.
"You'd better ring your parents and tell them what's happened, just in case," Ash said to Raz.
Another short conversation in Hindi ensued as Raz spoke to his parents.
" 'S OK," he said. I can stay. They trust you to look after me!"
Was I wrong, or was there an edge to this that I had missed? Certainly Ash and Raz were happy as they grinned at each other. They were cousins after all, which set my mind working.
"OK, house rules," Ash said. "First no shirts. Second, no Hindi. Phil doesn't understand."
"OK," Raz said. "Any more?"
"Not yet, but I'll think of some later."
Without further ado, Raz whipped his shirt off and threw it across the room.
"Eaten yet, Raz?" Ash asked.
"Nope. What you got?"
"Pizza or pizza. Take your pick."
"Pizza. Indian style."
"OK. Come on, Phil, let's do it."
As we were pottering about the kitchen, Ash said quietly, "You'll like Raz. He's the randy one, nickname's Abdallah, called Abdo. Leave things to me. We might have a good time!"
Indian style pizza, I learned, meant sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the TV, with a pile of pizza slices covered in a sweet, spicy sauce on the floor between us.
As we ate, I took in Raz. He was about six inches shorter than Ash, with black, slightly curly hair and the faintest hint of a moustache over his top lip. His skin was very similar Ash's, slightly darker if anything, the only mark on his body being a tiny appendix scar. Sitting as he was, I had no idea what his jeans hid unfortunately.
To start with, Raz and I didn't talk much, but after a while and with Ash's help, we were soon talking easily. He had a glorious sense of humour and was also quick witted. He was also more intelligent than me and Ash.
At around ten o'clock, Raz became fidgety, crossing and uncrossing his legs, staring at Ash as if waiting for something to happen.
"OK, Raz," Ash said at last. "What you got?"
Gleefully, Raz sprang up and emptied the contents of his bag on the floor in front of us.
"Stargate, Dr Who, Spaceship Earth, ........" Raz said as he flicked through the CD's.
"He's a SciFi nut," Ash said. "As you can tell. Come on then Raz, let's go for it. We could be in for a jungli night."
Raz's head whipped round and he stared at Ash, looking shocked.
"Abdo, meet Kiran; Kiran, meet Abdo." Ash grinned broadly, fully aware of the fright he'd given Raz.
"Will you excuse us for a minute," Ash said to me. "I think I need to explain a few things to my cousin."
I watched as Raz's features changed from shock to understanding, from understanding to agreement, and from agreement to happiness. He looked at me in a new light, and gave me a wicked grin.
"This's gonna cost you," Ash whispered to me as Raz packed his CD's back in his bag.
"What?"
You'll find out," he said annoyingly.
Raz and Ash followed a well established routine once we were in his bedroom. The curtains were drawn and the door closed, Raz turned the main light out and the bedside one on. Ash inserted a CD in the player and threw the remote on the bed.
"House rule two," Ash said as he stood up. "No shoes, socks or trousers."
Raz looked embarrassed as he unfastened his belt, but he'd obviously been prepared for this. He was still a little nervous though as he looked from Ash to me, his eyes fixed on our groins. As were mine on his. He skinned his chinos off and stepped out of them, leaving him dressed only in his blue patterned boxers. Under them I could at last see what was a good-sized package for a 13 year old.
We sat cross-legged on the bed, backs against the wall, with Raz between us, our thighs squeezed against each other. Wonderful! He pressed the 'start' button and the screen was TV filled with the 'Stargate' logo.
"Wait!" yelped Raz as he paused the video. He jumped off the bed, searched through his bag and produced a pair of joss sticks. Once they were lit, he squirmed his way back between us an said, "That's better!"
It was difficult for me to watch the film with a near-naked young boy next to me, but I did my best, without much success. Tentatively I dropped an arm across Raz's shoulders and was rewarded with a smile as he relaxed into me. My cock began to get even harder, the end of it clearly marked by a growing damp patch.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ash tracing patterns on the inside of Raz's thigh, working his way up into his crotch. Twice Raz batted his hand away, glancing at me to see if I'd noticed what was happening. At the third attempt, Raz gave up and allowed Ash's hand to slip inside the leg of his boxers. I felt rather than heard Raz sigh as Ash obviously found his target. He sighed again as he put his hand down Ash's Y-fronts.
I watched their game, getting more and more frustrated as I saw hands gently vibrating in the dim light. Trying my utmost to ignore it, I started at the TV. The combination of incense, dim lights and the proximity of a young teenage boy getting it of with my best friend was too much and I slipped a hand into my pants.
Not for long though. The first episode of Stargate finished and hands were freed as Raz fast- forwarded to the start of the next one. Before settling down again, Raz leaned across me to switch the light off. I gasped as I felt his nipples brush mine, and a hand fall accidental onto my erection. It was no accident though, it stayed there when he leant back.
I almost died when I felt him search for my waistband and slide his hand under it. Moving down the bed to give him more room, I smiled at him. Then his delicate fingers hit the spot where my pubes should've been. They stopped. Searched a bit more, and stopped again. He turned to Ash and whispered something in his ear. Ash sniggered and whispered something back. Raz turned his face to me, but his bottom lip and grinned wickedly before allowing his fingers to explore further.
Then he found my foreskin. I think he must have been prepared for this because it didn't seem to shock him as much as the absence of pubic hair. Didn't stop him playing with it though. He pulled it, pushed it, twisted it and generally abused it, but I did stop him from trying to slide it over my cockhead, it hurt too much. The rest of it was sheer, unadulterated bliss.
Without taking his hand off my cock, Raz turned to Ash and whispered to him again.
"Randy sod!" Ash laughed. "OK. Rule change. No clothes!" Catching my eye, he added quietly, "Payback time!"
Before we did anything, Raz bounced off the bed and changed the CD.
"Four half hour episodes," Ash explained. "Change of activity every half hour!"
Raz knelt on the bed between us, his eyes glistening. "After three. Three!" He laughed.
Instantly three pairs of underwear were thrown across the room. I stared in utter amazement at Raz's cock. It was huge. At least compared to mine and Ash's it was. It must have been at least an inch longer, and somewhat thinner.
"Now you see why's he's called Abdallah!" Ash giggled. "That's more than one man should be allowed."
Raz was quite rightly proud of his weapon, and waved it at us gleefully.
"Makes up for Imran's," he giggled cheerfully.
"He's only eleven," Ash said. "Doesn't count."
"Can I have a look?" Raz asked, looking at me.
"Be my guest," I grinned, lifting my hips up slightly.
Once again I was subjected to an intimate inspection of my 'nads.
"I should charge for this," I said to Ash. "How many cousins have you got?"
"You could make a fortune, I'm on ten percent!"
Reaching over, I stroked Ash's cheek and dropped my hand to his cock. Ash came towards me and kissed me lightly on the lips, unseen by Raz who was far too busy doing other things. We kissed again, deeper, tongues waltzing together. Until Raz tried to slide my skin down again. I almost bit Ash's tongue off as the pain hit me.
"Here," I said. "Let me show you."
I slid back up the bed and spread my legs. Raz picked up the bedside lamp and turned it on. Might a well be on the stage, I thought to myself as both Raz and Ash closed in to watch.
"It's easier when it's not hard. When you've got a boner, you gotta stretch the skin and unless you do it right, it hurts like fuck." I showed them twice. Then Ash had a go, and then Raz.
"Neat! Why you got a skin though?" Raz asked, still playing with it. "A lot of the boys at school have them as well."
"Born with it, silly!" I laughed. "Most people I know have one. It's there to protect your dickhead.
You only get it cut off if it gets too tight, or your parents want you circumcised."
Raz alternated his gaze from his cock to mine, comparing them.
"Ours are cut off to keep your dicks clean," he said. "How do you keep yours clean?"
"In the bath or shower. Roll back the skin and wash it."
"Wanna look at mine?" Raz giggled as he shuffled up the bed, aiming his monster at me, putting it dangerously close to my lips.
He hadn't been cut as well as Ash, there was a ridge of hard flesh encircling his shaft, looking like a pink collar on a brown rod. I put my hand on it, feeling its width. As soon as I did this, Raz began to fuck my hand, bucking in and out. I kept my hand still, watching.
"He likes that," Ash sniggered. "Says he can control when he cums better!"
Raz flopped back on the bed, taking a cock in each hand.
"I like this. Two for the price of one. Like Tesco's!" Turning more serious, he said, "You sleep here a lot, don't you?"
"Yeah, I suppose I do. How did you guess?"
"Draw there with your name on it, silly!"
Ash and I stared. I'd been keeping some spare clothes in there for ages, but had never noticed that Ash's mum had stuck a label on the front with my name on it.
"Is that why you shaved off your pubes as well?"
Ash interrupted before I could form an answer. "Too much information, you randy bugger. You'll understand when you're older."
Raz blushed at this, the implication not being lost on him.
"Sorry!" he giggled. "But it's brilliant! We can have threesomes whenever we like!!"
"I give up!" Ash moaned in desperation. They exchanged a single word in Hindi and kissed each other on the cheeks. Raz turned round to me, gave me two kisses on the cheeks and an enormous grin. Ash nodded at me unsmiling. I knew then that our secret was safe.
The next hour was a wonderful melee of arms, legs, moths and dicks. Hands were everywhere.
Cocks were blow sucked, felt and masturbated in glorious abandon. Eventually, it was me who came first, shooting my load onto Ash's hand, much to Raz's delight.
"Secret weapon time!" he giggle as he cleaned us both up.
The weapon, I noticed, was a new, clean one.
I was then treated to an incredible act of agility. Raz sat astride Ash's legs and began to jerk him off. He put my hand round his cock and started to fuck it at the same time. I could see the sheen of sweat glistening on his body as he worked, his eyes glazed and mouth wide open. It was an amazing sight, Raz obviously in a world of his own, eyes tightly closed and an intense look on his face as he thoroughly enjoyed himself.
They erupted simultaneously, Ash's cum flying high in the air, Raz's spraying Ash's body from head to chest. It was incredible to watch, a vision I'll never forget, especially as I wiped them both dry.
The amount of jism was phenomenal - now I know why the weapon was so stained!
Once the TV was turned off, somehow we managed to bundle ourselves up in one confused tangle of limbs and we drifted off into light dozes. At least I thought we did. In the darkness I felt a hand, which could only be Raz's, searching for my limp dick. Once he'd found it, he soon had it hard again though. He was facing Ash as he pretended to sleep, but managed to wriggle himself down until my dick was level with his butt. Gently, he placed my cock against his hole and tried to get me to enter him. I should've been shocked at this, but to my shame, I actually wanted it. Twice I tried but failed. For one thing, I was afraid of waking Ash..
"Fingers," I heard Raz moan faintly.
I pressed a finger against his rectum and to my amazement, it slid in straight away with no resistance at all.
"More," he whispered.
Two fingers.
"OK," I heard. "Nice."
I wriggled them about until I hit his prostate, causing him to jump slightly.
"Don't stop," he moaned.
I kept it up until he produced his second orgasm of the night, his juices going I know not where. I had mine, hand-driven, two minutes later, the mess being licked off my fingers in the absence of the weapon.
When I awoke much later, it was to find that sometime in the night, Ash had ended up in the middle, facing me. He had an arm thrown across my chest and a hand on my cock, stroking it slowly.
"Morning!" he mouthed.
"Morning," I whispered back, leaning in to kiss him.
"Gotta piss," he grinned, struggling to get off the bed. "I'll have a shower too."
After he'd gone, I lay back, staring at Raz curled up in front of me. His eyes opened and blinked confusedly until he remembered who I was.
"Where's Ash?" he yawned, stretching out.
"Shower."
He looked at me, glanced at my semi-hard cock and whispered, "Time for a quick one?"
I didn't really have a choice as he took my hand and dropped it on his boner.
"Hurry up," he moaned. "Before he gets back!"
Doing as I was told, I set to work. Raz lay back, eyes closed and a beatific smile on his face.
It didn't take long before his already engorged dick swelled up and ejected a fair amount of cum, bearing in mind he'd done it twice not very long ago.
"Best one of the day!" he giggled as he rolled over to face me, and cuddled up close.
"Come on you two," Ash said coming out of the shower. "Sort yourselves out. What time you getting picked up, Raz?"
" 'Bout nine," he said sitting up, his dick hanging softly between his legs for once.
"Half an hour!" Ash informed him.
There followed a frantic search for clothes, the contents of Raz's overnight bag and a quick shower.
By nine, he was more or less presentable and ready to go. Just as his father pulled up to collect his son, Raz gave us both a familial kiss on the cheeks and a quick, rather pleasant grope! Ash and his uncle had a few words, thanks were exchanged and Raz was driven away.
"You've made a hit there," Ash said once we were back in the house. "I think Raz is in love with you!"
"Bollocks!" I grinned and gave him a hug.
We spent the morning tidying the house up and washing the bedsheets - and the secret weapon! By mid-day wed were sat on the sofa watching TV and having a snack. I was still a bit worried about what Raz and I had got up to without Ash knowing, and was turning it over in my mind wondering what to do about it, if anything, when my phone buzzed to let me know I'd got a message.
I read it, pulled a face, and showed it to Ash.
'Kiran: Wanna meet for jungli time? Don't tell Sesa. Abdo.' "Told you!" he laughed, throwing the phone back to me. "The boy's in love!"
"What do I do?" I asked.
Ash took a bite of his sandwich and shrugged his shoulders, eyes shining with humour.
"Come on, help me," I begged.
"Welcome to the chakra, the circle," he grinned. "Raz's infatuated with you would be my guess and now he knows you're an honorary cousin, he wants to do stuff with you. You're new and you're good-looking. And you're white!" he laughed.
"But ....." I started "But nothing," said Ash, putting an arm round my waist. "Do you want to meet him or not? No, don't answer that, let me put it another way. If you hadn't been here last night, what do you think would've happened?"
"Same sort of thing between you two I imagine." I said after a moment's pause.
"And would you have minded?"
"Not really I guess. He's your cousin after all."
"What happens if he comes round again, or another cousin turns up. Would you mind then?"
"No."
"Exactly. What I do with them, or what you do with Raz, is only a bit of fun. Half an hour's excitement, that's all." He paused, gaze at me and out a hand on my cheek. "What we've got is a lot more than that. Much more. You know that."
I felt myself choke up and tears fill my eyes. Before he could see them, I kissed him tenderly.
"I love you," I whispered in his ear.
"I love you too," he replied. "Don't you think that gives us enough problems without adding any more to them?"
I let my head drop to his chest and squeezed him.
"What we gonna do?" I said quietly "Fuck knows."
End of Part 3 ***************** Life is What You Make It - Part 3 I decided to meet with Raz for several reasons: he wanted to, I wanted to, and given the weird rules of the chakra, I shouldn't refuse unless I had a good reason. Having made my mind up, arranging it was something else. The most I could hope for was my parents to go out for an evening, but that wouldn't happen. We did keep in touch though, mainly because I was still young enough to remember what it was like at his age, to have a crush on someone and not be able to do anything about it. To begin with, we exchanged a few text messages, then spoke on the phone. He was a bit pissed off when I told him how difficult it was for us to get together, but understood and went along with it after I promised to keep trying.
Ash thought the whole situation with Raz was amusing. Every time we got together, especially in bed, he somehow managed to work him into the conversation, knowing how I felt about it. I didn't mind much because at least it was in the open and not kept under the carper. The other thing in the open was the close friendship Ash and I had. No mention was made of the implied sexual aspect of it, at least not in our presence. At college, we'd been connected together ever since day one, and whenever any of our friends saw one of us, they knew the other wouldn't be far away. Members of the chakra, his cousins, also knew of our closeness, and assumed that there was some sexual element in it. Whenever one of the group spoke to Ash, the second question, after asking how he was, was how I was keeping. Except the indefatigable Raz who asked after me first.
The biggest shock of all came from my father. One Sunday he'd asked me to go out for a drive with him, not that that was unusual in itself, but I was asked in a tone of voice which I knew brooked no argument. To start with everything was OK, we chatted about college, plans for the future and that sort of stuff. When we stopped for a point of lager at a country pub, he took us outside and we sat on a picnic bench away from the crowd.
"How's things with you and Ashok?" he asked, staring into his pint.
Alarm bells began to ring. Whenever dad used full names, there was trouble about.
"Fine," I said. "We get on OK."
"You're seeing a lot of him, aren't you?"
There it was. The Question. I'd been prepared for this for ages and had all sorts of evasive answers ready, but instead of saying anything, I blushed deeply and fixed my eyes on the table.
"I see," he said after an interminable silence.
"It's not what you think," I began to stumble out, but he stopped me with a wave of his hand as he took a gulp of his drink.
"Your mother put it together before I did, women have a sixth sense about that sort of thing, don't ask me how they do it, but it's frightening sometimes. I take it that it's serious then, not just a, a, "
he struggled for the right words. "A passing phase as they say."
"I don't think so." Then it all came gushing out; lock, stock and barrel.
Not about Andrew or Raz but about me and Ash. How we'd got together at college and how things had somehow led from one thing to another, and how we felt about each other. As I got it all off my chest, I began to feel better, more confident in my feelings for Ash. And, best of all, how at last I could tell someone how I felt, even if it was my father.
"Go and wash your face," dad said when I'd finished. "You look like a strawberry! We'll risk another pint I think. We deserve it."
By the time we'd settled down again, we felt more comfortable with each other.
"What we going to do?" I asked, meaning me and the family.
"Nothing. I'm just glad we've talked about it. At least it's saved me the 'birds and bees' talk," he grinned. "Whatever you do us alright by us, at least as far as you and Ash go. Just remember we're both there for you. What about Ash's family?"
"I don't know. I don't think they know about us yet."
"I know his father, did you know? He thinks a lot about you and is pleased that Ash has a friend outside of their community."
The conversation drifted away from me and my problems and we spent what turned out to be one of our best days ever. I saw a new side to my father that impressed me; tactful, diplomatic and understanding.
"Where are you staying tonight? Dad asked. "I can't keep track these days."
"With Ash I expect. I'd planned to anyway."
"Good Leave your mother to me. I'll talk to her tonight. Don't panic though, she won't be hearing anything she's not expecting."
*********************** It was with some trepidation that I went to Ash's house that night. He had to be told of course, but I was dreading it. Once we were in his room, I sat, following him with my eyes as he tidied up.
"What's biting you?" he asked as he put his clean shirts away.
"I've got something to tell you. You'd better sit down."
He dragged a chair across the room and sat on it backwards, his arms folded.
"My parents know about us," I stammered. "My dad talked to me today and asked what was going on."
Before Ash could interrupt, I told him the whole story, finishing up by making sure he understood that nothing had changed between us, that in fact, they were better because at least we didn't have to hide it any more, not in my parents company anyway.
Ash came across and gave me a much needed hug.
"I wish I'd been there," he giggled. "You must've been pissing yourself.."
"Sort of," I laughed. "But I'm OK now."
We were snuggled up in bed later that night when I brought the subject up again.
"What about your mum and dad?" I asked. "You gonna tell 'em?"
"Naah," he grinned. "No need. It'll dawn on them eventually. Telling them would only piss 'em off and they'd ground me forever. And throw you out!" he added. "Better to let 'em find out slowly, that way they'll leave us alone and save their consciences."
We kissed a few times and were just about to go to sleep when I heard Ash say, "Unless Raz tells them of course!"
"Bastard!" I laughed and gave his balls a squeeze.
We saw Raz in fact week later when he and his parents came over to Ash's for a meal. I wasn't there for the actual meal, but arrived not long after, much to Raz's delight. It didn't seem polite to leave the family so we three boys played Scrabble on the dining room table whilst the adults talked.
I could tell by Raz's fidgeting that he had a lot more on his mind than a word game, but luckily he was in no position to do much about it. I got the sheep's eyes though and the occasional hand in my crotch when no one was looking except Ash.
Between games, Ash had gone to the kitchen to get us some cold drinks, and came back with two tins of Coke and a glass of what looked like barley water for Raz. At the first sip, Raz looked puzzled, then took another one and pushed the glass to one side.
"What's that?" he asked.
Ash whispered something in his ear which made Raz blush (you can tell because his ears turn redder I'd learned), and then cough.
"Sorry!" he spluttered as the adults looked at him. "Went down the wrong way."
Ash grinned at Raz and rolled a Coke across the table.
"What you say to him?" I asked.
"Put some salt in the barley water and told him it was all the jizz you'd made thinking of him!"
"Bastard!" I grinned.
Raz wasn't impressed. In fact he was pissed off with Ash and it showed. He'd hit what was obviously a raw nerve and Ash was regretting it. Desperate remedial action was required.
"Come on," he said, "Let's go listen to my new CD."
All three of us trolled upstairs into Ash's room.
"Sorry," Ash said to Raz, "Didn't mean to piss you off. It was only a bit of fun. OK?"
Raz nodded, but glanced fiercely at me for some reason. What had I done?
"Could you get my bag for me?" I asked Ash, nodding in the direction of the door.
He took the hint and left us alone.
"You told him!" Raz spat out.
"No, I didn't. Promise. I wouldn't do that."
"Honest?"
"Sure," I said, taking his hand in mine. "He was just having a bit of fun at our expense. I didn't know about it either."
We were hugging each other when Ash came back and threw my bag on the bed. In response to his raise eyebrows, I nodded an OK.
We listened to a few tracks, chatting about nothing special when Raz let it be know that he was on half term the next week. This was of little interest to Ash, but I got a 'do something about it' look from Raz.
"Where do you live?" I asked casually, a vague plan forming in my mind.
He named an area across the other side of town; far enough, but not impossibly far, after all it is only a small place.
"I can get a number 9 bus straight here," he added. "Where do you live?"
"Hazledene Drive, up near the hospital."
"I know it," he grinned. "Off the London Road."
"That's it. Number 20."
"Brill!" he said, then realised he'd exposed himself and blushed gracefully, but smiled nevertheless.
We changed topic again and were idling the time away when his mum tapped on the door and came in without waiting to be asked I noted.
"Come on, Razak," she smiled. "Time to go. Say goodbye to Ashok and Philip."
He stood up, hugged Ash and kissed him on the cheeks. Thankfully, he just shook my hand rather formally and gave me a huge wink.
"See you soon I hope," he said as he left.
An hour later I was unfastening the buttons on Ash's shirt when he said, "I dropped a bollock with Raz, didn't I."
"Sure did," I whispered as I kissed his gorgeous brown nips.
"What upset him so much?" he said, taking my T-shirt off.
"He thought I'd told you about him wanting us to meet."
"Oh, shit!" he moaned. "Never thought of that."
"Don't worry. Panic over. Got a problem over half term though."
"What you gonna do about it?"
"No idea. Not bothered just now, it's jungli time!"
Our erections grew between our naked bodies as we kissed deeply and passionately. I pushed Raz to the back of my mind and looked at Ash.
"I love you," I whispered in his ear.
"Prove it," he moaned as he led me to his bed.
****************** By lunch-time the following day I'd worked out a way to sort Raz out. Making sure we were out of earshot of anyone, I explained my idea to Ash.
"Can you cover for me if I take a day off next week?" I asked.
He nodded. "Raz?"
"Yeah. I gotta do something about him. He won't be satisfied until I have."
"True. What you gonna do?"
"Take a day off. It's the only time my place is empty. Tell Raz what day and leave the rest to him."
"Good idea. What day?"
"No idea. What do you think?"
"Tuesday!" he said instantly. "You sleep over on Tuesdays and you can tell me all about it when you come round. I can check you out for bites and scratches as well!"
I grinned, pleased not, only that I'd sorted the Raz difficulty out, but also that Ash knew about it.
"That should do," I told Ash, showing him the text message for Raz: 'Abdo, Tuesday after 10. My place. Kiran' With a grin, Ash pressed the send key and gave me the phone back. Two minutes later it pinged.
The message contained just two words: 'jungli jungli' and a smiley face.
"Best of luck!" Ash said. "You'll need it! He can be a bit over-enthusiastic if he's feeling randy. I half meant it when I said I'd check for bites and scratches. Left me with scratches all down my back once," he giggled. "Jaanvar jungli!"
I raised an eyebrow.
"Wild animal!" he laughed.
Tuesday I was up at the usual time and had breakfast with mum and dad. In fact I kept to my normal routine, leaving the house at eight o'clock to walk to the bus stop. I could've stayed indoors, but then they would've wanted to know why I wasn't going to college, a question I would rather not be asked. Taking a slow walk round the block, I waited until both cars were gone before I let myself back in.
At the stroke of ten, the front door bell rang and through the glass I could see the shape of Raz.
"Hiya!" he said as I let him in.
"Hi! You're timing is good," I grinned, closing the door behind him, feasting my eyes on his taught body, waking my dick up.
"Yeah. Told mum and dad I was going swimming for the day."
He extended his hand as if to shake hands, but at the last moment fooled me by giving me a hug and a peck on the cheeks. I took a step backwards, my arms clasped round his waist.
"Glad you came?" I whispered.
He grinned wickedly at me and wiggled out of my grasp, dropping his sports bag by the door.
"What do you think?" he said, rubbing his crotch.
"You hungry? Want something to eat or anything?" I said, pulling myself together.
"Naah, thanks. Neat house," he said, looking round the living room.
I took him on the tour, surprising myself as I showed him round, looking at my home through the eyes of a visitor. It was nice. Big, clean and well furnished. As we wandered around, I looked at Raz, realising with a jolt why he was year. I hadn't forgotten of course, how could I? But the sight of the handsome 13 year old climbing the stairs, his tightly clad butt just a few inches in front of my face brought it home to me. Despite my protestations to Ash about my not wanting to get involved with him, I knew I did. In my own way, I had just as big a crush on Raz as he had on me.
My dick began to harden even more as he walked down the corridor, opening doors to have a peek inside.
"Which's your room?" he asked, eyes shining.
"This one," I said, opening the door.
He bounced in, taking everything in in once swift glance.
"Nice! I could get my room in here twice over," he laughed, pirouetting with outstretched arms.
"Where's Ash sleep?" he asked, eyes on my small bed.
"Sleeping bag," I said. "On the floor."
"I bet!" he giggled. "Bag!" he suddenly said and ran out of the room.
Seconds later he was back, unzipping his sports bag. He fished out a couple of CD's and a little tub of Vaseline.
"Can I put these on?" he asked, waving them at me.
"Be my guest," I grinned.
They were Indian, the coves printed in the garish blues greens and reds they were so fond of.
Surprisingly the music was soft and calming, filling the room with an almost soporific peace. Despite being voiceless, it was also very erotic.
Raz change his mood as he absorbed the sounds. With a serious look on his face, he walked into my arms and kissed me lightly on both cheeks. Gone was the happy-go-lucky boy of a few minutes ago, replaced by a lustful, satyric devil whose face radiated pure sinful desire.
Reaching up on his toes, he kissed me on the lips, open mouthed nut no tongues. I felt him pull my shirt out and slip his hands under it, fingers sliding up my chest. Purring with happiness, he unbuttoned my shirt completely and dropped it on the floor.
"Let's get undressed," he whispered, licking at my teats.
We stood back for a few moments, gazing at each other's body. He was just as I'd remembered him: flawless except for the half inch scar on his belly, delightfully brown with darker skin on his nips and ...! That dick! A beautifully slender pole of bliss, wavering slightly as he breathed. Wordlessly he enfolded himself in my arms once more. His boner pressed between my thighs and mine throbbing against his navel.
"Bed," he murmured.
Laying on our sides, we caressed and felt each other as if for the first time, Raz watching as he ran his fingers around my dick and balls, still intrigued with my foreskin. He rolled over, kissing me softly, his tongue just flicking in and out of my mouth. I took his cock in my hand, amazed yet again at its solid hardness, intense warmth and youthfulness.
The only other time we'd been together, Raz had been almost frenzied in his behaviour; touching, feeling, grasping and grabbing wherever he could, desperate to satisfy his lust. Now, he was much more tender, almost feminine, as he let his fingers roam. His kisses were soft and erotic, taken with relish and a delicacy which surprised me. And aroused me enormously. With Andrew, our lovemaking was always good but had a certain masculine edge to it, almost as if showing any real tenderness was denying our manhood. Raz was different, his touches graceful, his hands soft and delicate, his kisses passionate without being brutal. Close your eyes and he could be a girl, except for that fantastic part of him currently in my hand. Where was that wild animal Ash had warned me of?
I turned to face him, letting my hand rest on his butt. Intrigued, I watched as he put the tips of our dicks together, making what looked for all the world like a single long tube of two-coloured dick!
Gently he rolled my skin back and then unfurled it, covering both my and his crowns! The sensation of his tool in such intimate contact with mine added to the ecstatic feeling I had. Ecstatic and highly amusing. We both laughed at the sight, taking it in turns to jack the obscenely long dick.
Without warning, he abruptly flipped over to kneel astride me and sunk my dick into his mouth, his own cock brushing urgently against my lips. Hungrily, I opened my mouth and vacuumed him in, letting my tongue welcome it. We moaned and groaned in unison as we sucked and nibbled each other, time standing still as we submerged ourselves in mind-blowing bliss.
Assuming he'd changed his mind, or forgotten about, the real reason he wanted us to get together secretly as he worked his magic on my dick, I wasn't sure if I was pleased or not.
"I'm gonna cum soon if you don't stop," I gasped out as his throat gripped my cockhead.
"Let it, " he mewled.
We set to again with renewed vigour, hand and mouths working together to take us down that well- trodden, but none-the-less welcome, path His jizz wasn't as salty as Ash's, but good anyway. I swallowed it happily, dimly aware that he was doing his best to suck every last drop out of my aching balls. Turning round so he knelt astride me, he looked into my eyes and let his face break into a beam.
"That was ace!" he said. "Really good. But we ain't done yet. We got round two yet!"
I looked at him quizzically, still a bit lost in my post-cumming blues.
"You know," he giggled. "The other. We still gonna do it, right?"
I nodded, smiling wryly.
"It's always better if you cum first," he said in explanation, stretching out on top of me with our limp cocks safely out of harm's way. "It lasts longer and you enjoy it more."
"Good," I sighed, not at all sure I was up to it.
"You done it before?" Raz whispered a little later as he fondled my now half hard-on.
"No, never." I replied.
"You're a virgin!" he sniggered.
" 'Spose so," I grinned.
"Brill! Leave it all to me."
"You done it much?" I ventured.
"Sort of. I do it with my mate next door. He's from Ghana. Got a big dick, and hair! 'Friday night Specials we call it," he laughed.
I looked at him.
" 'Cause I sleep over at his house on Friday nights," he explained. Then, staring at me seriously, added, "You won't tell, will you?"
" 'Course not.," I replied.
"Good. Only my cousins won't do it. Think it's dirty or something."
My dick hardened as I pictured the two of them together, Raz's olive skin against what I assume was his mates ebony. It also explained the ease with which his ring opened to my fingers.
"That got you going, didn't it!" Raz giggled as my erection made its presence felt.
He leaned in and kissed me, lightly at first, but then with increased passion, his tongue searching mine out. Squirming over, he spread himself on top of me, letting his whole weight rest on my chest.
As he kept up the kissing, he wriggled about, massaging my body with his silky-smooth skin, letting his hands caress me, his excitement increased rapidly, a low, feral moan accompanying his every move. Before long he was totally blitzed, his arousal intense and passionate, completely oblivious to everything except the need to satisfy his desire. He changed from the meek, almost submissive boy he'd just been to a passion-driven satyr, desperate for sexual gratification. I let myself be absorbed into his world, revelling in his youthful exuberance and total commitment to enjoying himself.
He pulled me over onto my side, his hands raking up and down my back as he kissed me. They came to rest on my butt, a finger pressing on my ring.
"Vaseline," he whispered.
I felt the cold paste smeared in between my cheeks and the finger replaced instantly. There was no subtlety. No finesse; with a solid push, his finger forced its way inside me. There was just a flash of pain as he gained entry, evaporating before I could react. Then there were two fingers wriggling about.
We hugged tightly, tears leaking from my eyes, tears of joy, happiness and sheer carnal lust as the amazing sensation flooded through me.
"Knees," Raz growled. "And bend down."
I did as I was told. Feeling a bit ludicrous, hunched over on my bed with my arse in the air. I waited nervously for what was going to happen next. Raz pulled my cheeks apart and rested his dick against my ring. Holding me firmly, he leaned in. With an almost audible pop, he broke through the barrier and in one smooth move slid all the way down, his balls coming to rest against my arse.
"Oh fuck!" I heard Raz groan, obviously pleased with himself. "Oh bloody fuck!"
I knew his cock was big, but once buried inside me, it felt gigantic, seemingly filling my whole inside with a hot, amazingly erotic thrill.
"Jesus!" I moaned, head buried in my pillow. I'd imagined being screwed before, but experiencing it was something else. As he drove in and out, I wallowed in the delight; not only mine, but vicariously Raz's as well.
Then he began to fuck me seriously, patiently and deliberately, each thrust being accompanied by a sigh of pure ecstasy, his hands now on my hips, pulling me into him tightly. Every time he bottomed out, a bolt of pure white energy exploded in my brain and my dick throbbed even harder. Time and time again he dug into me, and just as I thought that I couldn't take much more, he pulled out completely, leaving me feeling empty and frustrated, my mind demanding more.
"Over!" he said, pushing me onto my back.
Without a moment's hesitation, he threw my legs over his shoulders, aimed his cock at my hole again and re-inserted it hurriedly. The was much better; he was deeper in me and attacking with an energy I couldn't believe. I clamped my legs around him and urged him on, all self-control gone, and rutting like rabbits on heat.
He didn't last long. His frantic bucking slowed down, and with two long, hard thrusts, he shot his load.
"Ooooh shit!" he yelled as his body shuddered with the climax. I felt his dick spasm as he unloaded what was his second cum in half an hour, each spurt forced out with a barely suppressed orgasmic groan.
His face was screwed up in ecstasy, eyes tight closed and his chest heaving as he came down from what was an incredible high. He wasn't done yet though. Pulling his cock out, he slapped me on the side and demanded, "Change over quick!"
Before I knew it, he was underneath me, legs in the air and my pulsating rod aimed at his ring.
"In," he grimaced, "Get it in."
Without a second's thought, I pushed it home, entry being as easy as a knife through butter.
"Aaaah!" he sighed as he felt me slip in. " Do it, do it!"
I didn't waste any time. I hammered away at him like a man possessed, not giving a damn whether I was hurting him or not, my lust superceding every other thought I may have had. Raz too was back on a high, his head thrashing about the pillow, legs encasing me and fingernail clawing at my back.
He clenched and unclenched his butt cheeks, milking me rhythmically in perfect harmony with my thrusts.
There was no way I could last. Already on the verge of shooting my bolt when Raz was screwing me, I managed just a dozen strokes before I lost it. My back arched, my dick swelled to twice its size and I spurted out what must've been a gallon of cum into Raz's belly.
I hadn't had such a thorough workout since I last played soccer. Raz and I were coated in a sheen of perspiration, his hair matte and chest heaving. It was all we could do to hold on to each other tenuously.
"Thanks!" Raz murmured once he'd regained some strength. "That was bloody fantastic! What do you think?"
"Great!" I smiled at him. "It was certainly different!"
"Yeah. Sorry about the scratches. I go a bit mad sometimes, I just can't help it. I can make it last longer usually as well, but I was so wound up by being with you that I couldn't do it. Next time it'll be better. And you can go first!"
Despite the little scratches I'd gained on my back and chest, I had in fact enjoyed it. Not something I'd want to do every day, but once in a while would be good.
"Can I have a quick shower?" Raz asked. "I stink!"
I showed him where it was and re-made the bed as I waited my turn. The room also smelled of sex and sweat - not something my parents would appreciate. A quick dose of air freshener and an open window soon cured that little problem - and an understanding of why we used joss sticks at Ash's house!
Raz was still not dressed when I came back from my shower, instead he was laid on the bed reading one of my books - one of the 'specials'. I sat beside him, reading it over his shoulder, noting with interest that he'd picked up 'The Swimming-pool Library'.
"Any good?" he asked, waving it at me.
"Yeah, I think so. Want to borrow it?"
"Can I? Thanks!"
He dropped the book onto the table and twisted round to look at me, grinning.
"Can I come round again?" he asked, kissing me lightly. "I really like it here."
" 'Course you can. But it isn't always easy to get the house to ourselves though."
"Great!" he beamed. "Can we just lay here for a bit and rest?"
He was like Ash and me in that respect. Once we'd satisfied ourselves, it was nice to relax together, embracing and caressing gently, kissing once in a while. Almost too relaxing. Before long Raz had fallen asleep by my side, arms round me and one leg thrown over mine. Taking advantage, I starred at his beautiful body. He was perfection personified, from the top of his head to the tip of his toes. His now flaccid cock curved over his balls, showing no sign at all of its recent abuse. In an odd sort of way I envied him; he enjoyed his sexuality for what it was - something which gave him pleasure, to be taken as he wanted with no hang-ups. If he'd been three or four years older he might've been a serious rival for Ash, once he'd lost that animal passion that took control of him.
Whoever fell for him, and it would have to be another boy, would be a very lucky person. Ash and I were in love, for which I counted my blessings and I hoped Raz would find someone as good as him when the time came.
I kissed Raz's nipples gently, causing him to wake up.
"Come on," I whispered. "Time we made a move."
After he was dressed, he dug into a pocket and pressed a small silver charm into my hand.
"Look after that for me," he smiled. "It's an old custom we have. When friends part, you always give them something to each other. Sort of means you've got to meet again to get it back. I've got your book and you've got that."
As we parted company, I whispered in his ear. Blushing slightly, he smacked me on the arm and said, "That'll be gone next time I have a crap, stupid! But you can fill me up again!"
******************* It was nice to be back in Ash's room, relaxed and chatting about nothing in particular. Whenever we were apart, he wasn't ever far from my thoughts I'd come to realise, it was as if a part of me was missing until we got together again, as we were now.
"How'd you get on with Raz today?" he asked as we cleared away our college books.
"OK," I grinned.
I filled him in on most of the details of our meeting, leaving out the most personal bits of it, the ones Ash may not appreciate being told.
"Got any battle scars?" he asked.
I took off my shirt and showed him the scratches on my back and chest. Luckily none of them were deep - only superficial ones which were already fading away.
"Told you," he laughed, fingering the welts delicately. "Animal, yes?"
"Yeah," I agreed, hoping he didn't ask me exactly what I was doing with Raz to earn them.
"So, you going to see him again?" Ash asked, taking his shirt off.
"Don't know," I answered honestly. "He wants to, but I told him how difficult it is. In any case, I don't think he goes short of anything!" I added, smiling.
"No, you're probably right." Ash said, "From what I hear, he's got quite a fan club."
Suddenly, I felt I needed Ash, needed him close to me, to have his body next to mine, to have his arms round me. I put my round his neck and kissed him tenderly. "Missed you," I whispered.
An hour later, after we'd demonstrated our love for each other, I made my mind up that I wouldn't see Raz again, not alone anyway. He was OK in most ways, but he wasn't really what I wanted, or needed come to that. With Raz, the sex was what he wanted, and nothing else. He was young of course, and would hopefully grow out of it, but for the time being at least, that was all he required.
In fact Ash and I saw Raz quite a few times over the next months and had a good time with him. He never suggested our meeting again, much to me relief, and seemed happy enough with the life he had.
The biggest surprise of all came at the start of the following summer. Mum, dad and I were having a meal one night when they casually told me that they were re-modelling the house. Apparently they'd decided to set up their own company, working from home. This in effect meant that the ground floor would be converted into offices with the living accommodation moved upstairs. The bonus as far as I was concerned was that they were going to convert the roof space over the double garage into a self-contained flat for me!
I don't think the conversion was absolutely essential, but in their own way, they were accepting that Ash and I had a long-term thing going and were doing it for our benefit. They didn't go as far as buying a double bed for us though, but I did notice that the two large singles they'd bought could be bolted together to make a double!
Ash was over the moon when I told him about the flat and he took as much a part in the planning of it as I did. Looking back on it, my parents never once commented on this; it was just assumed that Ash would move in at some point.
We spent hours trying to work out how we could tell Ash's parents of our intentions, but we always came back to the same problem - how could we live together without admitting that we were lovers?
The answer came most unexpectedly. From the first day that we'd agreed to share the flat, Ash had decided that we would both stop shaving our groins. For him this was a big step, admitting as it did the fact that we were now a couple and not just two individuals. This pleased me more than I can say as you can imagine as we both watched our hair grow back like two young teenagers comparing their first growth. By the time the flat was ready to move into, Ash had a beautiful bush of black, silky-smooth hair in his crotch which made his naked body even more perfect in my eyes.
Perfect in my eyes, but not his fathers. He accidentally walked in on Ash when he was having a shower and couldn't help but notice the change in his son. Nothing was said, either then or later.
Ash became more and more distracted as the days went by, waiting for the inevitable confrontation with his father. It got so bad that he couldn't concentrate on anything, he got ratty and bad tempered and refused to talk about it. In the end I simply had to do something for both our sakes.
Choosing a time when Ash was working in the college library, I went to see his father.
Feeling as nervous as ever I'd been, I knocked on his door and asked if we could talk. He looked at me unsmiling and asked me to sit down.
"I've asked Ash if he'd like to share my flat with me," I began. "I hope you don't mind."
There was a pause. An awful, pregnant silence as he looked at me steadily.
"You are good friends, yes?" he asked at long last.
"What he meant by 'good friends', I'd got a good idea, but however he meant it, the answer was still the same.
"Yes," I said, with as much feeling as I could.
"And Ashok has said he wants to - err - share with you?"
I nodded.
Another pause as he chose his words carefully.
"He isn't a boy any more. He's almost a man, and he needs to have some independence. Some freedom. It is better he shares that freedom with someone who he cares for very much, and can grow up with. I think you'll be good for each other."
And that was it. I hadn't missed the double-edged comment about 'growing up', but that didn't matter. We'd successfully avoided the issue about our true relationship, although he was perfectly aware of it.
I was so pleased that he'd agreed to let Ash go, I almost lost self control and felt tears welling up.
Rather hurriedly, I stood up and shook his hand.
"Thank you. Thank you very much," I said, unable to keep a tremor of emotion out of my voice.
Ash and I moved in two weeks later, without any fuss or bother. My parents were quite happy with the situation and Ash's were as accepting as they could be. Naturally, we have dropped out of the chakra group, although we still have Raz over to visit once in a while. Now aged 15, he hasn't changed all that much as far as we can see. He enjoys the sex just as much as ever and can still get over-excited. The only other significant change is that we now have Imran visit with us too, another cousin who likes to have fun once in a while.
The End.
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