Disclaimer: None of the characters in this story are real; they are but figments of my imagination.
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Spin Bowler
I study in college and room there in a hostel with one other guy, Shahzeb. Although we were chosen to room together by random selection, we soon became very good friends. Our interests are much alike. We both are avid cricketers and are both members of our college cricket team. Luckily, as Shahzeb's forte is in fast bowling, while I am a batter, we didn't have to compete against each other, and since our skills complemented each other, we began to practise together more and more often.
When vacation time arrived, my roommate invited me to visit his distant village for a couple of weeks to meet his family. His village is in a very remote area of the country. After a long, dusty journey, I finally got to meet his family, consisting of just his dad, his mom and a younger brother, Raheel. Raheel was slim and tall. He also was learning to play cricket.
Shahzeb's village, like all cities, towns and villages in Pakistan, had a cricket team of its own. While I was there as a Shahzeb's guest, they all welcomed me as an honorary member. I played with the team almost every day for a few hours. Raheel started to hang out with us at the pitch during cricket practise. Although Shahzeb, in the manner of all older brothers was dismissive of Raheel, I noted that Raheel also had the makings of a good cricket player. Raheel was a good spin bowler, but while batting, lacked the expertise to judge the oncoming ball's trajectory and the strength to really hit it, so I gave him lots of tips. Raheel also was trying to build up his slim body. I showed him many exercises I had used myself to get my body looking toned and fit without being overbuilt. I told him about protein shakes, fat-free diets, etc and shared my magazines with him. I sometimes stripped to my boxers and showed Raheel the major muscle groups and how each specific exercise targeted the particular group. I could see hero-worship in Raheel's eyes, and somehow I felt flattered. He followed me about like a puppy, and soon all his remarks were prefaced by "But Rehan says so..." His brother teased him unmercifully, but Raheel persisted in his hero worship.
One day, I was the wicket-keeper during practise and I misjudged a ball, and it hit me on my upper thigh. A cricket ball is hard and tough, and despite my pads, for a few minutes there, I was in agony. The rest of the team gathered around me in concern, but I could see Raheel was the one really worried. It was just a bad bruise, but I knew I wouldn't play for a couple of days. Raheel and Shahzeb helped me home.
That night I was trying to fall asleep in the guest room I had been allotted ever since I got there. My bruised leg was throbbing, so I wasn't surprised when sleep eluded me. After midnight, the door quietly opened, and Raheel entered into the room. I had only a night-light on, so I could see him dimly. He whispered to me "Rehan, you awake?" It was a surprise for me. I replied, "Yes, I couldn't sleep. My leg is hurting a bit. What brings you here so late at night?"
"I was worried about you. I got some stuff you can rub on your leg to make the pain go away". I was touched by his concern. "Nyaah, its no big deal I've been hit many times before, and will be hit many times again, I expect. Don't worry on my account!"
We both were whispering not to waken the rest of the house, and somehow it felt more intimate to be whispering late at night. By then, I had sat up in bed, and Raheel was standing over me. Raheel said, "Well, as long as I have this liniment, let's rub it on". He didn't wait for me to reply, but bent over and started to undo my pyjama's drawstring. Before that night I'd never had any gay fantasies or thoughts. I did know some guys liked other guys and had sex with them, but I never even thought that I myself would like it. Nor had it ever crossed my mind that Raheel would be interested in that way. So I had no qualms when this slim younger guy tugged down my pyjama bottoms, leaving me naked from the waist down.
Raheel sat down on the edge of my bed, and instead of handing the bottle to me, poured some of the oily liquid out of the bottle into his own palm and very gingerly started massaging it into my upper leg. I was startled and jumped. "Oh, please let me, I have had some experience in massaging," Raheel said before I could voice my concerns. His touch was so light that I felt no extra pain. Initially I wanted to stop him, but I realised my rougher hands would never have this delicacy of touch; so I let him continue after a half-hearted protest or two.
After some time he started massaging my back, neck and shoulder. I protested again that there was no pain there. He replied, "I know what I'm doing".
I thought he just wanted to massage me to take away the ache because I knew he wanted to do anything for me in return for my cricketing and body-building tips, and I had no objection to that. I thought it would relax me and I could finally fall asleep, so I let him continue. After awhile, I was so relaxed; I lay back and stretched out in bed while his hands kept on massaging my chest and upper arms. I had closed my eyes as he slowly massaged his way down to my tummy. He then put his hands on my thighs, massaging the upper thigh, avoiding the sore place deftly but getting closer and closer to my crotch. I still didn't feel concerned, but I did start slightly as his hands brushed my balls. I have rather large balls and they hang down a bit. I thought it was just an accident. However, as Raheel's hands kept on nudging my balls, I became aware of two things. Firstly, I didn't think it was an accident any more since Raheel's hands were practically brushing against my ball-sac with every movement on my thighs; secondly I realised my cock was also getting a bit hard.
As I've said earlier, I've never had any gay curiosity, but somehow the slim young guy massaging me did arouse strange fantasies in me. I kept on wondering how far he would go or how far I would let him go till I stopped him. Finally, curiosity and lust won out. Pakistan is a very straight-laced place, and I'd never even touched a girl sexually in my life. To that day, I was a complete virgin, though I did know the mechanics of the act. Raheel soon realised my cock was hard, and I was making no move to stop him or his hands from wandering closer and closer to my hard cock. He abandoned all pretence of massaging and gently gripped the shaft of my manhood. My cock throbbed in his grip. I was feeling an amazing heat from his hands. None of my masturbatory sessions had ever prepared me for this. I moved my hips rhythmatically to slowly fuck his hand.
Raheel became ever bolder as he caught my rising excitement. l was fully erect and felt horny as hell. I whispered to Raheel," I don't know what you are doing to me, but whatever it is, keep it up!"
Raheel whispered back, "I've wanted to do this ever since I laid eyes on you".
Raheel then massaged my cock and balls, I was in ecstasy now and I felt this amazing tenderness in me for this young man whose only current desire was to make me feel good. I pulled him down and, for the first time in my life, kissed someone on the lips. Raheel's tongue met mine and soon we were face to face, lying together in bed, with Raheel gripped tightly in my arms. He seemed so fragile and delicate that I was afraid my hard body and arm strength would crush him if I squeezed as hard as I really wanted to. I could feel his hard cock even through his pyjamas, so I guess he was enjoying this almost as much as I was. We made out for quite some time, and I moved my mouth to his ear and said," I wish you would have said something the first day I was here, we could have been doing this every night now" Raheel didn't reply but nuzzled into my neck licking and sucking and nibbling till I moaned . Raheel broke away just enough to remove his clothes and mine also. He kissed my nipples and sucked them. I felt little electric shocks going throughout my body. My cock was so hard I couldn't believe it was the same cock I had been carrying along all my life. Raheel licked his way down my chest and along my tummy. I knew where this was going, but I really could not believe my luck. I was going to get a blow job from this gorgeous guy.
Raheel's mouth was hot as a furnace as he sucked my dick. He broke off from time to time to pay homage to my balls. Man, this guy sure knew all the pleasure points in a guy's body. My cock and balls were soon bathed with lick and dripping wetness. "Raheel, darling, yes, yes... suck me, suck me..." I moaned. Raheel moaned and returned to my cock and swallowed it all up. He sucked so well I felt my balls churning. I had no idea if Raheel wanted me to cum in his mouth or not so I tried to warn him' Raheel, sweetheart, stop or I'll shoot right there... "I moaned. Raheel's response was to cling like a leech to my cock and suck harder, moving his lips, tongue and suction on my ecstatic cock. I lost all hesitation, gripped his head and held it as my cock started shooting directly into his mouth. It felt mind-blowingly awesome as I discharged my load into his mouth and I could feel his throat working as he swallowed every drop. "Man oh man oh man" I croaked as Raheel finally let go of my now wilting cock, "Raheel, my sweet, you are so wonderful to suck me off and drink my cum" I told Raheel as I pulled him up for a few more kisses. I felt tenderness for the kid now, my lust had abated and it felt so good merely holding him tightly in my arms, his head resting trustingly on my shoulder.
Raheel snuggled into me and we just lay there enjoying the closeness. However, I was young and just had sex for the first time in my life, so pretty soon I felt my cock stirring again. I found Raheel's hand and gently moved it down to my cock. I was sure he would be too tired to give me another blowjob, but I hoped he would jack me off. Raheel grasped my hard cock and was amazed, "Ready for another round so soon?" he asked. "I know you are tired, but just jack me off so we can get some sleep." I coaxed. "If you are ready, I'm ready, but this time we can try something different" Raheel said shyly. He, in turn, grasped my hand and moved it to his butt. I realised what he meant, but I again wasn't quite sure if proceeding to this level of intimacy with a guy was for me. I also had heard stories about guys enduring extreme pain while being fucked. "Are you sure?" I asked. "I don't want to hurt you in any way".
"You won't," Raheel averred "I've done this before; as I'm sure you have noticed by now. I know you have a big cock, bigger than any that I have taken, what it is, about seven inches and thick? But if you are gentle and patient while my hole relaxes, I am sure I would be able to accommodate you....and I think the extra thickness will give me more pleasure as well" he added. I was reassured and kissed him again and again wordlessly in gratitude.
Raheel again started sucking me with long strokes. My dick was again fully hard. Then I also wanted to give the kid some pleasure so I touched all his body, finding the spots he liked to be rubbed, sucked his nipples, sending him wild. The only thing I couldn't bring myself to do was to touch his cock or balls. I didn't feel comfortable even thinking about it and told Raheel unequivocally, as to give him an opportunity to back off if he wanted, but Raheel didn't mind. I turned him over onto his stomach and looked at his body stretched out on the bed in the dim night-light. His back was long and slim, with a slender waist merging gently into the mounds of his butt-cheeks. Two dimples smiled above the cheeks. His butt looked enticing, smooth and silky, except for a few stray silky black hairs trapped in his ass crack. I'd never looked at an ass in that light before. It seemed so beautiful, the rounded buttocks with the deep crease between them. I knew if I spread them, I would see the tight hole awaiting me, but I wanted to delay that moment, in exquisite self-torture. I enjoyed touching, feeling, kneading and finally squeezing his twin mounds. I then leaned forward and kissed his beautiful ass cheeks. Raheel was moaning beneath me. With Raheel eagerly couching me along, I found out that we would need some lubricant before I could enter and the liniment was at hand. I poured a good glob onto my palm and his ass and started massaging it in his cleft. Raheel raised his butt enough so I could reach his hole with my fingers. I felt his hole twitching on my finger tip, it was so arousing for me. I used my fingers in the tight opening gently rubbing and loosening it up with Raheel encouraging me with his moans and whispers. His ass was so soft and my fingers seemed rough that I was afraid I may put him in pain, but Raheel just kept twisting his body, forcing more and more of my fingers into his hot butt.
Finally Raheel whispered" Come on, Rehan, please please stop it and put your cock inside me, I can't wait" I couldn't resist his begging voice and so I positioned my body over his. I put the tip of my cock on his hole and pushed slowly but steadily. I could feel his ass opening up for me. The sensation was fantastic, so fantastic that it was all I could do to stop myself into shoving the whole thing up him in one stroke. I controlled myself, remembering what he had said about the length and thickness of my cock so after the tip was in I stopped. After a moment Raheel urged me to push more," its ok, I'm relaxed now, but go slow" My cock slid in smooth as butter, as his ass-walls relaxed around my hardness. I could feel the tightness and heat of his ass. Nothing in my life, not even the recent blowjob could compare to this. I knew then that I had found something that would be with me my entire life i.e. my love of fucking assholes. I slid my cock in and out in and out, going faster and harder as I felt Raheel fully relaxed and open to my penetration. Raheel's ass seemingly clutched at my cock as if in a silky smooth slick tube. I could feel my balls creep up to my body as I went harder and harder. "Ohhhh yes" I moaned as I ravished the young guy pinned under me. Raheel was moaning in pleasure with me and raising his buttocks in time to meet my thrusts. It seemed we were so sexually compatible that we could somehow instinctively guess what the other one's next move was. I raised my hips high with my cock almost sliding out of the ass, just held into Raheel's asshole by the ridge of my glans snagging against his sphincter. The raw sex feelings increased to a crescendo and with a moan I clutched Raheel to me as my balls emptied their juice deep up Raheel's lovely ass. "fuck yeah..." I moaned as the last spurts shot out of me and I nuzzled into Raheel's neck.
Even after I had cum inside him, he asked me to stay in his ass. I shifted my body so we were laying side by side, spoon-fashion, with my cock still up his ass. I loved the feeling of closeness and his slim body against mine. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight to my chest. We fell asleep that position, and sometimes during the night, I woke up enough to fuck him one more time.
Fortunately, the next morning, we retained sense enough that when we woke very early and I fucked him for the last time before he crept off to his bed before his family would wake and see him emerging from my room.
Next morning at breakfast, Shahzeb asked me how my leg felt. "You know, it's weird, but I've even forgotten I had been hit there" I said, and I twinkled at Raheel, sitting demurely across me.
Raheel told me that day that he would miss me badly when I left the village, and I told him the same. However, we consoled ourselves that Raheel was also was coming to study next year in the same college Shahzeb and I were in, and that we would see each other often there.. And we did!