...Ashok moved forward and caressed his face with his feverish warm hand...
It was a signal that he would have loved to have from a man he knew was of his kind but coming as it did from Ashok, he was confused and equally perturbed, thinking perhaps of the consequences for their friendship once the passion subsided. Ashok could feel him go rigid with diffidence, and in a loving voice said, "Let us go with the flow-leave the rest to destiny, ok?" And he concurred. A smile now replaced his feeling of longing and Ashok rose to switch off the light. He wanted to see Ashok"s face while making love but then one cannot have a perfect world. He could feel Ashok get into the bed and move towards him. In the silence of the night of a hostel room located outside the hustle and bustle of the city, it was his thumping heartbeat that guided his dithering hands to Ashok"s hair and he began searching the contours on his face. "Umm...", the small sounds from the fever sublimated throat of Ashok were almost like a call to let the dream price be available to this gay Cinderella at least for the night. And who is worried what will happen once the spell is over? The night is yours now, the caress of the moonlight to guide the few shreds of love in one"s fleeting life. Ashok drew him close in embrace-which showed the embracer"s ignorance of the subtleties of love itself-and Somesh did not waste time confusing this gauche with unease at the first experience of male to male sex. He made the embrace more affirmative by melting into Ashok"s chest, caressing it with his nose. He always loved Ashok"s hairy chest which he had seen in bits and pieces till now. But now when he had the chance to expose it, there was no light. Life indeed is weird. At last he rose and kissed Ashok"s forehead and then it was like the bursting of a dam-it was fervently licking and kissing of the body whose soul he had so much loved and admired. He licked Ashok"s eyelids and tracing his forehead, moved to his earlobes, kissing and licking them as if there was no tomorrow. "Somesh..ahh...yeah...ah", the familiar yet the well sought out sounds that one seeks from one"s lover to feel truly satisfied. And that aroused the lover in him even further and he reached back to the eyes and then licking the nose and finally their lips met. The lock of the lips more languid than urgent. On any normal day, Ashok would have avoided even speaking with his breath smelling of anti-biotic dried stomach. But love was in the air. The kiss emboldened the man in Ashok even with his fever generated weakness. And now both wanted to feel each other unhindered by the barriers of clothes. They broke the kiss to take off their respective shirts and vests. And it was then a mad rush to kiss and lick every conceivable zone of the upper body. He kissed Ashok"s hairy tuft and then moved to the nipples. Moving his tongues round the nipples he made sure not only to draw Ashok into the fever of love but also spread the ripples of arousal to all the parts of his body. Ashok was almost breathless with arousal, drawing Somesh to savour the taste of his musky Vicks scented chest and this drew Somesh just numb to any sense other than carnal putting in even more efforts to arouse his lover for the night. He moved to Ashok"s back and invigorating the armpits, the small of the back, the waist and the shoulders with his tongue and lips he turned Ashok on his back and moved again to the chest and nipples. Ashok turned more assertive and insistent this time round. He started running his legs now paining with the extreme arousal on Somesh"s thighs. Taking the cue, Somesh moved to Ashok"s belly button and then further downwards. Making love indeed is the ultimate union and if as aestheticians suggest, union means becoming one and the same, the two were now the same, with their raised body temperature suffering equally from Ishq ka bukhar, as some Hindi song would describe it. He removed Ashok"s bothersome pyjamas and then stripped his own trousers and undies. How much he would have loved to savour the first glimpse of Ashok"s body only in the skimpy briefs. But he left all to his fertile imagination in the absence of any light-gays sometimes are the best schizoids who can make their sexual performance even more fulfilling by concurrently unleashing their daydreams. He caressed Ashok"s thighs while licking the lower leg and Ashok once again was tossing in the bed as if in acute pain. He licked the toes and sucked each digit and it was the same masculine aroma that was the hallmark of this handsome man"s whole being. Somesh then moved upwards, licking Ashok"s inner thighs while remembering to pinch the nipples with his extended hands. The prince charming was almost forced to lock his legs around Somesh"s shoulders. Somesh moved his lips around the groin and reaching more to the centre of the treasure trail, he tried to swallow the swollen shaft now almost burning with fire. "AAAArrrrrgh....", Ashok was too overcome with passion and almost violently drew Somesh into another embrace and reached for his lips. The kiss this time was pure passion-wild and reckless. And the lips parted only to let the teeth and the mouth indulge in a symphony composed of love bites. Somesh recalled the beautiful depiction of such passion in Govind Nihalani"s classic "Drishti", with the beautiful renditions of Kishori Amonkar as the background score. Those beautiful renditions may have been absent in his case but he had the music of Ashok"s sighs, grunts and even small cries. Indeed Ashok was the ultimate wild child in bed too-the natural child as psychology guys would call it. And Somesh was enjoying every moment of nurturing this kid. He finally removed Ashok"s briefs and while enjoying the taste of copiously generated precum, tried to fully gauge the size of the manmeat with his mouth. It was normal-like in most men but sweat had made it smell like heaven. It was like a grand ball of pheromones in Ashok"s room now. Even the chronically straight guy would have turned gay with such man scents all around. Somesh sucked Ashok with the same desperation that Ashok gasped for breath and release. And then he shouted, "Aah..yeah...ohh... Somesh..I..I..I"m cum...aaahhh" He did not wait for Ashok to try and move away and made sure that Ashok came in his mouth and he had every drop of this nectar savoured by his tongue. Ashok now looked fulfilled even in the absence of the any light and he looked at the fulfilled face while releasing his own juices with his hands. He came like never before-it was like being beck to the teenage days of copious release. And the verve extended beyond the release. Somesh kissed his man for the night as if in deep appreciation and maybe in gratitude. But with an assertive embrace and kiss, Ashok made it clear that the act was love between two persons where there are no obligations, nor is there a need to express gratitude. It was then that for the first time that Ashok said those words, "I love you Somu, and I mean it."
To be continued...