Cumming in Atul's presence, had its consequences. Day 2 had me bogged down with a ton of guilt. The constant discomfort in my groin and gut became constant reminders of this guilt. I had been sodomized before but never with something this big. Hours after Atul had traumatized my hole, I had this perennial urge to shoot crap, but I knew nothing would come out. My dick was sore and sensitive. My groin and upper thighs seemed to be forever sweaty. All this, even after a bath. I don't know why I was mad at Atul. Clearly I had brought this on. He had only taken advantage of the situation. May be that was it. And furthermore, he seemed to have gotten ahead of himself with all the crazy things he had done that day... with the bottle and the rubber band. And then his super sized candle that he had shaped into a dick. And for all that, I had seen nothing of his. Now looking back, the idea of him seeing the candle streaked with my shit and my having to wash it off the candles was beginning to feel revolting. I almost felt like throwing up thinking of what I had made myself do.
The easiest thing to do was to avoid him. The next couple of days, I forced myself to get up early. I cycled to my cousin's house immediately after breakfast and spent the day reading stuff that had absolutely nothing to do with sex. (Just to clear this up, my cousin is 11 years younger than I am. He was an adorable kid but that's all he was. To this day he's got no clue of my being gay) I returned late at night just before dinner. Dinner time TV was something else that helped me get my mind off my groin.
But all this guilt lasted just a few days. The following night saw me getting horny all over again. Alone, under the covers of my blanket, I began to replay the events of Day 2 in my mind and began dreaming up entirely new scenarios involving .. guess who? Atul, of course! I got horny enough to almost cum. But each time, I held myself back. I was hoping to save my cum, just in case the right circumstances would fall in place for Day 3 to happen.
The third and fourth days after Day 2 turned out to be complete duds. Too many people around. To make things worse, our houses was getting painted and there were 3 to 4 contractors who would not have otherwise been around. Although there were many times in the day where I developed raging hardons and had tons of sweat trickling down my groin, but the nights were the hardest part to get around.
Atul might have sensed my guilt of the days before. In the noon, he had knocked on my kitchen door.
"Coming to play Cricket?"
I looked at him, paused a moment, then said, "Yeah, let's go to the terrace."
Before I'd finished my sentence, "Where did you go all these days?"
I hadn't thought of a good excuse. "My cousin's place. I hadn't been there since the holidays started."
He gave me a look that convinced me that he hadn't bought it.
We played until it got somewhat dark. My mind was not on the game today. I kept playing various scenarios in my mind, of how the two of us would end the game and start down the stairs. At the end of Day 1, that was where Atul had finally overcome his inhibitions and pulled down my shorts. It had been the first time he had shown any intentions of masturbating me. But the 4 days in between, could make his confidence go either ways. How was today going to end?
It seemed like, both of us were losing interest in the game. He was getting sloppy in his batting. What changed all of that is when he attempted to take a run and I tried to get him stumped out. I missed the stumps but got his back... and from the look of bewilderment in his eyes.... pretty hard. He dropped his bat, picked up the ball and tried to hit me with it...and missed. We kept throwing the ball at each other. As the ball bounced off in different directions, both of us tried to get a hold of it. To cut it short, our final attempt at getting the ball ended up with him sprawling, face down, on the terrace... his arms and fingers stretched millimeters away from the ball and me pulling his legs down to stop him from getting to it. He jerked his legs hard enough to make me fall on my butt. Before I knew it, he was sitting on top of me, his hands pinning mine to the floor.
"I know you were trying to escape"
This was intended for the going ons of the last few days...not what was happening now.
"Bull" I said.
The current position I was in and all the toil of holding back my cum for the last few days was having an effect on my dick. I could feel it detach from the folds of my underwear and straighten out. Atul was on his knees. Had he to sit directly on top of me, he might have immediately known what was going on.
"You ran away to your cousin's place...." he had a wicked smile.
"I didn't run away"
"OK. If you're so scared, I'll let Day 3 go without belting you, IF ...", he paused..."you shag right now".
"I told you that you can't get me to take my pants off where people can see us". There were quite a few 2 storied houses around us. Our terrace would have, quite plainly, been in the line of sight of our neighbors bedrooms.
"Not here. Behind the terrace door"
"You're crazy. We'll get caught.."
His right hand, let go of mine and settled in between my legs. He was trying to feel my dick through my shorts. It found its target and both of us knew what that meant.
He helped me get up and we headed to the stairs. He closed the terrace door. I grimaced at the loud squeaks it made. We waited for a good 10 seconds. Then I unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts and pulled both my undies and the shorts to my knees. My dick literally jumped out at his face. He had been on his knees, almost as if waiting to give me a blow job. But a blow job wasn't quite on his mind. He circled his fingers around my dick and began jacking me off. This time he hadn't pulled my foreskin back. Neither was he hurting my knob. His thrusts were effectively rubbing my foreskin back and forth on my knob. I think it quickly dawned on him that if I came, it would probably fly in the direction of his face. He changed the way he was holding my dick so that it started pointing downwards. I bent over a bit and steadied myself by holding the railing of the stairs. I was close. I started moving my hips back and forth appearing to fuck the air below.
That's when we heard a metallic creak. Both of us froze. My orgasm, interrupted at it's peak, had sent all kinds of sensations to my balls and dick and had resulted in a half-hearted spurt of a drop or two of cum inside Atul's palm.
The stairs had a bad echo, but a metallic creak was unmistakably from the windows of the stairs. I was still in a state of fright. The two large windows still appeared shut and thankfully being opaque anybody on the other side would not have seen us. But Atul had already got up, wiped his hands on the sides of his shorts. In a flash, he shoved my arse as he got around me and bolted downstairs.
I quickly pulled up my shorts, zipped up and buttoned them as I headed down. That's when I saw a pair of eyes staring down the smallest third window on the top of the other two large windows. As I ran down the stairs, I felt fear trickle down my spine.
If the person had seen what we were doing, we were D.E.A.D. I couldn't imagine what I'd say to my parents. But, facing our parents was one thing, but the whole world coming to know of it...that was quite different. Our lives would have been ruined.
As all this was running through my mind, in parallel, I was trying to determine who was that person and how the heck he was so high up on the outside wall of our house. The pieces of the puzzle were beginning to fall into place. The painters! They were to paint the outside today. I even knew who it was. Not sure if this was good or bad, but it was the youngest of the lot. He typically came in later in the day but stayed a few hours after the others had left. But he had never stayed this long. He would be gone by 4 or 5.
That evening went badly. I kept brooding on what the repercussions were going to be. Every second gave me pangs of anxiety of being outed.
The next morning I was returning from a neighbors place. I had just closed the gate of my side of the house. That's when I saw Raju leaving Atul's side of the house. As he cycled past the wall of our compound, he noticed me.
I had a strong urge to dive into my home. We had already made eye contact. I saw his circle back and stop along side my gate.
"Hey come here a sec" he called out to me. He spoke in Hindi.
I reluctantly walked up to the gate. I was petrified of him yelling about what he saw yesterday.
"You like to show this a lot, huh?" It wasn't the question that got me. His hand had crossed through the grill of our gate and was gripping my fly.
"Hey please" I said in a low voice, looking on either side to see if anyone was around.
"What's with the please? You like making Atul do things to you right?"
I tried to pull back a bit. But he pulled harder at my fly. I did not want to be seen squirming a lot. It would only attract more attention.
"What? Atul bit off your dick and your tongue too?"
"Hey no...." I started to say. He was getting this all wrong. For some reason he seemed to think I was forcing Atul to do things. But looking back, the positions both of us had been in, anyone could mistakenly assume that Atul was sucking me.
Then came the stunner. "You'll take mine or what?"
I was beginning to suspect a blackmail, but money came to mind first. Not this.
"I don't do that...." I tried to say in my not so fluent Hindi.
"How will it work for me then? You and Atul screw around and I have to keep quiet?"
He then continued, "Atul told me everything. I know about the belt". Then quickly "That arse of yours... you like it a lot, right?"
My face might have turned white. So he had got to Atul too. It was months later that Atul actually told me what transpired between the two. But for now, I was left to speculate.
"It's either you or him. I care less. Decide between the two of you who will take mine. You decide."
"I don't do that..." I stammered. While drinking my own cum, the taste of it and the whiff of urine had been revolting. Before then, I was all eager to experiment. Not now, though.
He then added, "You can have Atul do you....belt .. whatever."
He had made it sound like a compromise. But he was actually getting to me in a very creepy sort of way. He seemed to know what turned me on. Something that even Atul might not have guessed completely.
He was now groping me but searching in the wrong place. I was still somewhat soft, but that was one reason. My dick usually swung left. But his persistence eventually paid off and soon he was surveying my dick with light squeezes along the length. He finally settled lower down close to the tip of my dick and not quite the entire knob.
I froze as he felt me up.
"What? Think it over...do what's good for you"
He increased the pressure on my dick ^Å which had spontaneously started growing hard.
"I can make you...." I was fumbling for the Hindi word for cum. "I can press yours"...was what I finally settled on, with my broken Hindi. I'm not sure if I could even suck Atul's. Obviously anal penetration hadn't crossed my mind at that instant ...but I'd had a candle go in. A dick, as long as it wasn't thicker than Atul's candle, would probably have been ok. But my thoughts were stuck on oral penetration for that moment.
"That's nothing...you decide." he paused, then said "I have to finish some work. Don't run anywhere. Get Atul to come to your house. I'll come back in an hour. You both think it over."
He cycled away. I returned home thinking of what I should do next. All this while I had never really thought of trusting a new person into our deal. Atul, I somewhat trusted. But my mind around Raju was split in 3 compartments. One third of me was screaming to endure a new group experience. The second part of me was skeptical of this plan working at all. Involving this guy could put a complete spin on Atul depending on whether he would accept to do anything at all. The third part of me was frightened. What if this guy screwed us both and then demanded more and perhaps money? At least my family was not well to do and every penny was accounted for. I could not steal even if my conscience allowed me to. Atul's family had money lender origins. His mom was tight fisted with any thing that involved money. And knowing him, he wouldn't steal a cookie, if it came to that.
Today had been a spin that I hadn't engineered. When Atul came over, I told him on what happened earlier. We hadn't closed on the decision that Raju had forced upon us. But we got on to discussing yet another topic. Atul hadn't considered yesterday to be Day 3. He said that I had spurted a measly drop or two of pre-cum. I argued otherwise. I knew the drops were thick and some of the gooey white stuff had remained inside my foreskin. So I knew. But I eventually resigned to Atul's version of events. Day 3 was yet to happen. I was ambivalent about making today Day 3. Time was ticking away, and we had yet to come up with what we should do about Raju.
... to be continued.