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This incident happened to me five years ago when I was 19 years old. Let me
describe myself first. I was 5'10" tall back then and I am fair of skin. I play
football, tennis and I am a regular swimmer and I practice taek-won-do so I am
pretty muscular. My body is of the lean and hard type - I do not have much flesh
on me, but the overall effect seems to be quite attractive judging by the number
of men who make passes at me ;)
Anyways, I was riding my bicycle home late at night (this is in south Chennai)
and it was starting to drizzle. It must have been after 10'o'clock. I had spent
the past three weeks training hard for the upcoming zonals and therefore had
been very busy with coaching as well as academics and did not have the time or
energy to masturbate.
However, while I had been on my way to Guindy earlier that day by the electric
train, this woman (who must have been middle-aged) actually felt me up! She left
her hand resting on my thigh, and at first I thought it was a mistake, or a
'maternal' gesture or something... but then her hand began to move and she
slowly massaged my thigh...higher and higher... I was kind-of embarrassed
somebody might see.. but with all the crowd and the jolting of the train and the
beggars and the music-players who were playing some kind of instrument, nobody
seemed to notice that a woman had her hand on a young man's crotch. I got off
the train at my stop and went on my way, but the experience made my blood flow
hot. For the rest of that day, I had a raging, leaking, eight-and-a-half- inch
hard-on.
So I was riding my bicycle around (like I do a lot around my neighborhood) and I
was passing by the constructions being done at the MRTS line at Perungudi. If
you have ever been there, you will know that it is located in the middle of a
large marsh without any major houses or building in the surrounding
half-a-kilometre. Since it was night-time, the place was deserted, with stones
and cement and all that sort of crap lying around in huge piles. In the distance
I could see the huts of the workers illuminated dimly by kerosene lamps. At this
point my cock was soft and with the huge repeated erections all day, it had not
shrunk to its usual size, but was encased in my briefs like an eight-inch long,
thick snake.
My whole body felt hot with all my muscles tense, and I was extremely randy. In
this kind-of mood, I often find myself eyeing girls and women lasciviously and
therefore as a means of ensuring that I don't become a skirt-chaser or a social
nuisance, I jerk-off in the bathrooms privately. Deciding that enough was
enough, I stopped the bicycle, turned and rode slowly towards the building,
looking for a place to stand and jerk-off.
When I came next to the building, I got off my bike, kicked the stand down and
walked into the big entrance. The whole place was like a cavern. There was a big
pile of sand at the entrance at the top of the entrance steps. I headed towards
it to escape the mild drizzle. As I approached it, I saw the glow of a
cigarette. There was a guy already sitting on the pile and smoking. On a spur of
the moment, I decided to go talk to him. He turned towards me as I approached
and sat down next to him. I said Hi and made some small talk. It turned out that
he was one of the workers here and as he was talking, and as my eyes got
adjusted to the light, i was able to see that he was quite handsome in the way
that manual labourers are handsome - with a lean, strong body. His face was
masculine with angular features and he had strong thighs and legs under his
rolled-up lungi (sarong). His hair was thick and curly, and his voice was deep
and honey-like as he spoke.
"So, what's a good classy boy like u doing here at this time of night?" I lifted
an eyebrow and asked him what gave him the impression that I was ‘classy’? I
then spoke in patented Madras Tamil with its special vulgar accent ;) and told
him about the incident in the train earlier in the day. He laughed softly when I
recounted it... I found that I liked his laugh - it was deep and rumbling. I
felt really comfortable talking to him. I told him jokingly that it was nothing
to laugh about - indecent women molesting young men on trains, at which he
chuckled more. "And besides" I told him, "I've been fucking hard and raging all
day" and I put my hand in my lycra shorts and massaged myself softly.
The feeling of touching myself after so long was so good that for a moment I
forgot where I was and just enjoyed the sensation. When I opened my eyes, I saw
that he was taking drags off his cigarette while watching my hand move under my
shorts. His gaze slid over my muscled thighs which were bare since my shorts
were small and covered only half of my thighs. His gaze stayed over the flexing
muscles in my thighs and forearms and suddenly I felt very hot.. unbearably hot!
– could this really be happening? Is right now going to be my first time? A
twisting, coiling feeling of thrill leapt in my stomach. The feeling of
hormonal, sexual heat I had felt all day intensified three-fold into an all-body
burning sensation and I moaned at the pleasure-pain of it. I wanted another
human body to touch and hold in my arms and I wanted him to touch me.
"God, its so HARD. Feel it." I told him. He took a puff of his cigarette, threw
it away and felt up my cock through my shorts. Yes!! My head dropped back in
bliss. His large, masculine hand on my crotch was amazing! I encouraged him by
moaning my appreciation. A deep, alien, growling sound which I barely recognized
as my own rumbled from my chest in pleasure. He then lifted the elastic band of
my shorts and briefs and gripped my hot, bare cock. OH Man! What an amazing
sensation! I was so glad he actually dared to do it.
I lay on my back on the sand pile with one elbow digging into the sand and my
other hand over my mouth trying to control my growls and moans and my eyes
clenched in pleasure. My cock grew and grew in his grip until he could no longer
wrap his hand completely around it! Now, I had always known that I had an
above-average sized dick – a lot of guys have them. And during the inter-school
sports-meets during post-game showers in the swimming pool lockers, I had always
noticed that my cock hung larger than other boys. But when I opened my eyes to
see him holding my cock, I barely recognised the huge, pulsating, weeping
monster jutting out from my crotch. It must've been my largest size and it was
so thick that his fingers only barely met around it!
"Oh man, do some more" I moaned. He began to move his hand over it, going to the
tip and coming all the way down... gathering the pouring precum to lubricate my
cock, up and down...up and down..(Oh Shit!). I looked at him and he was staring
at the thing like he had never seen a cock before. I joked at him, asking him
what he was staring at. "You are very big. How old are you?" He asked. I felt a
rush of adrenaline, realizing that he felt impressed with me. I told him I was
19. His eyes widened slightly. I suddenly felt overcome with a masculine urge to
prove myself. I knocked his hand off my cock, pulled my shorts up and got up.
"You wanna see the rest of me? My cock is not the only part of me that's big." I
then stripped off my T-Shirt and flexed for him. "Whaddya think?" I asked and
showed off my body. He looked me over thoroughly. His gaze slid over my
shoulders, arms, chest, my defined abs (my prized possession) and down over my
crotch and thighs. I was thrilled that this guy was so confident that he would
look over another man up and down so boldly. I then stripped off my shorts and
briefs as well. My eight-and- a-half-inch red, gorged pole stood proudly upto my
navel.
He was wearing a lungi, but I could still see his dick poking a tent in them.
"Show me yours" I told him. He looked a bit surprised, but smiled rakishly and
got up. I then moved over to him, and before he could react, I stood
inch-to-inch with him. I then kissed him slowly on his jaw and licked up his
face. He sounded like he might object, but I put my arms on either side of his
shoulders and pressed my body into him. My cock met his cock through the lungi,
and that is all that I had control over. With a groan, I popped his buttons and
pulled off his shirt in a swift motion and put my right hand over his chest and
left nipple.
At first he seemed to protest and try to throw me off, but I was as strong as he
was and in a minute, his hands were on my back and he was hugging me. He ran his
hands slowly and firmly over my broad, naked back and then gripped both of my
tight, firm buttocks and gave a hard squeeze. Then I lost it. With a growl, I
hooked a foot around his ankle and tackled him to the ground. He landed on his
back on the sand with me on top of him and for a moment he looked surprised and
looked like he was going to fight me. But I had him in a leg lock and he could
not get up. He looked at me and I did nothing but stare him down for a few
seconds until he calmed down.
I then began kissing, nibbling and tasting my way over his face, his hard
cheekbones, his strong jaw and down... his neck, throat (he grunted when I
nipped at his throat) and over his hairy chest.. and down over his flat, hard
stomach. At this point, he had his hands in my thick hair and was unconsciously
massaging my scalp and kneading my strong shoulders and panting hard. He still
had his lungi on which I forcefully yanked away. He gasped at that, and I saw
his naked cock. Whoa! Was it beautiful or what? Even his cock was handsome – in
an erotic way, and he had firm, strong thighs. I leaned back on my left elbow
and surveyed him for a moment.
When he reached for me with an impatient look on his face, I pounced on him and
knocked his legs apart - he laughed at that - but he was soon grunting in
pleasure when I planted both my hands on the sand on either side of his face and
lying between his legs, began to hump him. My hard 8.5-incher and his dick were
firmly rubbing against each other and against our abdomen with every movement.
The feeling was indescribable! His hands wandered all over my back and
shoulders... but then he reached down and while firmly cupping my hard,
clenching butt, his fingers – either by accident or on purpose – brushed against
that sensitive opening in between.
I went wild!! I began to rear up and POUND into him really hard, savagely GIVING
IT TO HIM with a JACKHAMMER-LIKE force. I knew he could take it – the fellow was
strong. He slightly shifted position and brought his legs together so that my
cock could slip between his thighs with friction, and when my cock did, GOD! THE
FEELING! In that moment, he took advantage of my distraction and turned us
around so that I was at the bottom and him at the top, and we continued with
equal force, with him displaying his considerable strength in his forceful
thrusts, fiercely rubbing his hard cock against my abdomen. This position was
even more fantastic because now my dick could freely shove itself between his
thighs and crack.
We enjoyed the friction and the smell of musk and male sweat and tried it in
various positions over the next half-hour, and our bodies aquired a sheen of
perspiration from all the effort until finally, I was getting close, and I used
all my strength to subdue him and pull him under me and lay on top of him and
savagely humped him like mad. He also sensed my impending climax and together we
grunted and groaned in a primal orgasmic orgy like a pair of wild bulls
rutting... I felt myself getting close... it was as if a dam was breaking and
unleashing the river pent up within my loins... I felt it coming like a roaring
flood... and threw back my head and howled in the indescribable gushing
pleasure.
With a final powerful thrust, three whole weeks of hot jizz shot out my cock and
sprayed all over mine and his chests, stomach, face and above our heads. The
first three spurts arched over our heads and into the sand beyond, the rest
splattered all over us. My cock pulsed twice, three times, four times, five,
six, seven, eight times... He grunted deeply and shot his load as well while
clasping my heaving shoulders and leaving nail-marks on them that I was not even
aware of. Once my hips stopped thrusting, I collapsed onto my elbows, panting as
if I had run ten miles. I rolled off him and looked at our bodies – all parts
above the waist were splattered in cum. He had come all over his face where my
load had landed. I laughed in between pants and told him to wipe his face. He
laughed as well, and together we had a good, satisfied chuckle together which
dissipated any awkwardness.
I stood up and tried to wipe away the cum with my shirt, when he told me to
stop. He then stood up, hesitated for a moment, and bending down, licked a wad
of cum off my chest! For a second, I was so astonished at the sight and the
effect that it had on me that I noticed with a sense of detached disbelief that
my now soft cock was stirring again. We both looked down where my cock was
lengthening between by legs and laughed. He then clasped me around the shoulders
and gave me a hard, man-to-man kiss. I wrapped my arms around his waist and
savoured it, while grinding our hips and cocks together.
I felt a tender affection for this awesome, fantastic guy. I gentled my grip and
kissed him softly. This night was the first time that I had ever kissed anyone
lip to lip and I suspected it was the same for him. I sucked on his lips firmly
and slowly met his tongue with the tip of my own. He pulled back a little
surprised. But then he leaned in again and met my tongue with his. That night I
also discovered that the pleasure of kissing is as much if not more than the
pleasure of cumming – especially if there is affection involved. It’s a
different kind of pleasure to be sure, but awesome!
I did not want to go, but then realized suddenly how late it must be. I put on
my clothes and realized that I must look like a mess with stains all over my
shirt and completely reeking of sweat and cum. He put on his shirt and lungi and
walked with me to my bicycle. I got on, looked at him standing next to me, all
musky and hot with a comradely smile on his face. I could not resist grabbing
him by the back of his head and planting a hard, ravishing on his lips. It was
unbelievable – how masculine and in-control being with him made me feel. I
hugged him, kissed his check affectionately and told him I had enjoyed doing
stuff with him and will come to see him again. We parted and then I rode home
(where thankfully, I was able to slip into the bathroom without anyone seeing
the state I was in).
After this incident, Vadivel and I (that is his name) became best friends. He
became more important to me than many so-called friends I have had in my life.
To this day, I smile with fondness when I think of him. He is in his native
place now, got married three years ago and is the proud father of two little
boys. I visit him whenever my work takes me down south – and each time I see
him, he becomes more handsome to my eyes. He introduced me proudly to his
friends and family as his ‘dost from Madras’ and sings my praises to whoever
listens.
In his own place, surrounded by things familiar to him, he surprised me by how
confident and masculine a lover he is. I now know the pleasure of love-play in
fields, in coconut groves, in grape orchards, on shaded hay-piles under neem
trees and more such places than I can count!
His darkly handsome form and his rustic, hard-bodied masculinity are a treat to
my eyes and appetite. I often find myself fascinated by the sight of our
colour-contrasting bodies sheened in sweat and wrapped around each other. He
always embraces me or puts an arm around me when we are in public as if
proclaiming that he is the recipient of my affections, and often makes it a
point to sling an arm around my shoulder or waist and kiss me soundly on the
face if he finds another man getting too friendly with me ;-)
He teases me sometimes about how I seduced him – a man eight years my senior –
and I tease him right back that if it wasn’t me, somebody else would have done
it – what with him being so pretty that he makes men salivate!
He was – and continues to be – my lover and my best friend.
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