II. Building
Ajit had completed his secondary education with a flourish. He had thought of attending one of the Universities in India, but Uncle James had suggested that it might be advantageous for him to pursue his university education in England. This he did, having received his A.B. at Cambridge in Comparative Literature. He graduated with honors.
That time spent in England he would look back on as one of his happiest. The loss of his parents had taken its rightful place in his personal history.
In England he had the emotional support of his aunts, uncles and cousins as he had had in India. He was and always would continue to be close with his cousins Devin, also a graduate of Cambridge, and Chad, who after a couple of years of knocking about had entered London University and was in his second year. Devin and Chad were his spiritual brothers.
Uncle James and Aunt Beth were his mainstays in England as Mani and Raj had been in India. He had seen Aunt Francine a number of times during that period. But, nothing more had happened, nor could it have. Their association was special and at a sensitive time. He would always hold a very special place in his heart for her as she was the person who had awakened his natural sensual nature.
Ajit's time at the University was in all ways quite normal. He dated frequently and had two rather lengthy highly passionate affairs. His Aunts Beth and Jane were forever introducing him to 'quite eligible' young women. Some times the introductions worked and sometimes they didn't. At any rate Ajit's social calendar seldom saw a dry spell. His spectacular Eurasian good looks, his lively humor, generous and open nature made him the envy if not the desire of most of the women, regardless of age, with whom he came in contact. Additionally, he possessed an animal magnetism that not only drew the women, but also numerous men as well. The latter he would gently rebuff without rancor.
Ajit had decided to pursue his Master's, emphasizing international affairs. He researched various schools throughout the world where he might further his studies and had decided, finally on the University of Wisconsin-Madison, with Uncle James' somewhat reluctant approval. It had an excellent program and had a most extensive foreign language program--languages had become his second interest. Besides they were willing to offer him a rather substantial assistantship which included a tuition waiver and a stipend. What with his inheritance, he could live quite comfortably.
He had adapted to the American way rather easily and by his second semester had overcome any trepidation he might have felt earlier. The only exception was the weather! England had been cold during the winters, but nothing like the Wisconsin winters with their bone chilling, below zero Fahrenheit temperatures. Yet, he managed.
Just before Christmas he had met Maarja Demsk over a beer at the Student Union She was a graduate theater major from some place in Kansas. Tall, light brown hair, blue eyes and creamy skin, her high cheekbones and almond shaped eyes, both inherited from her middle European parentage made her as physically alluring as Ajit's looks did for him. This coupled with the fact that Maarja was an absolute hedonist appealed to Ajit's sensual nature. They quickly became passionate and dynamic lovers. Also, Ajit recognized that she was far more versed in the more experimental, the 'kinkier' aspects of sex than he. So that when she suggested a particular position, or maybe even a particular article of clothing for their sexual activity, he generally agreed with keen interest. He remembered the crotchless panties she wore one night, the black thong underwear she bought for him to wear on another occasion. He remembered the night she laid on the kitchen table, her
legs propped against his shoulders as he stood on the floor fucking her, and the time in one of the main library elevators when she had switched off the elevator, suspending it between two floor, knelt down, unzipped his pants, took out his cock and gave him a screaming blow-job. He remembered her smearing honey on his harden cock and lowering her fiery hot cunt down and over it.
When it came to love making, she was a maitresse, not that he was completely unschooled in the techniques of lovemaking. Their passionate affair was strangely isolated from academics, and from even their previous social circles. It was not that they had anything to hide, but their total physical immersion in each other's body made anyone else superfluous.
So, one night, right after mid-semester, he was a bit surprised when Maarja said, "Some people I know are having a little party Saturday. I'd like to go, would you take me?"
"Sure," he said, "Who's going to be there?"
"I don't think anyone you know. . . . a few from the theatre and music departments and a couple of 'townies.'"
"Well, it sounds like fun."
"It should be interesting," she stated, and then added, "It's a way-out group."
"How far out?" he queried, arching his eyebrows and flashing a questioning smile.
"Nothing we can't handle," she replied.
That night her passion, her love making knew no bounds. She was utterly voracious. Ajit was forced to employ every technique in his considerable sexual repertoire, ending by taking her, for the third time, dog fashion, piston fucking her, causing her head to bob uncontrollably until they collapsed, he on top of her, his cock still buried deep in her, and both completely sated.
Saturday night, he and Maarja arrived at a rather expensive condominium block and were admitted to a spacious apartment on the tenth floor overlooking the lake. Introductions were made, drinks were proffered and accepted and Ajit began to 'mingle' obligatorily. He noted that there were six other couples--at least there were six men and six women--although he wasn't at all sure of who came with who. The lights were low and the music was low, mostly at the bass end of the register and all with a strong and varied beat. He didn't recognize any of the pieces. The alcohol flowed copiously and the food at the buffet was delicious and not too heavy.
After about an hour-and-a-half of increasing congeniality and generous drinks, Ajit thought he detected the smell of hashish. He had been discussing the latest theater production with George and Nicole, he a history major and she a music theatre major, and Alice who was a physics doctoral candidate, when he glanced towards the center of the room where an amount of paraphernalia had appeared. Four or five were gathered about inhaling the sweetly acrid smoke from some rather bizarre pipes. Two of which were in the forms of erect phalli.
"Looks like the party's starting early," commented George.
"Mmmm, a bit too early for me," Nicole asserted, "I need some more food."
Ajit glanced at Maarja who was talking to a middle aged man. Later he was to learn that his name was Bryon Bradford. This was his apartment. She momentarily regarded the group in the center of the room and then her eyes searched him out. There eyes met, she winked, smiled, finished her conversation and walked to the middle of the room. She picked up a smoking, silver, cock-shaped bong, brought it to her lips, tongued the end of it, inserted half its length into her mouth, drew in her breath and all the time never taking her eyes away from Ajit. Twice, three times she inhaled the stimulating smoke, held it in her lungs and then expelled it with a long hissing sound. She slowly moved towards Ajit as she began to sway to the music which had shifted to what only could be described as primal, or even primitive.
Her arms encircled his neck and she placed a long moist kiss on his lips. Her darting tongue had a special magic for Ajit and he began to become excited. She drew closer to him, her hips grinding against his. Then she slipped her right hand down between the locked bodies and began to massage the growing bulge of his crotch. Ajit uttered a low grown. In one deft motion her fingers gripped the zipper tab, drew it down and slipped inside. He grasped her wrist and tried to remove her invading hand.
"Don't!" she whispered gutturally.
"But, the others," he replied.
"They don't care," she said, then added, "Look around."
He did, and in that short time he observed that a number of the group had begun to pair off. Each couple were locked in deep embraces. One woman had removed her sweater and her partner was intently massaging her bare breasts. Another woman had freed her partner's erect cock and was quietly fondling it. A third couple, two women, were locked in a deep kiss, their hands freely roving over and under each others clothing. In the short time it took Ajit to observe the group's actions, Maarja had freed his cock from its confines and was lasciviously caressing it. His hands dropped to her buttocks, cupped them and forced her lower torso against him. They both groaned. He reached up, grasped the bottom of her knit top and was about to peel it up over her head when she knelt down unknowingly accomplishing his intended action. In an instant she had his cock in her mouth. Involuntarily he thrust his hips forward, sinking his swollen rod deeper into her throat.
Again they both groaned.
"This is surreal," he thought. It wasn't that Ajit was unduly modest. He had always had a healthy regard for his body. Nudity was never a problem, especially when he was with one of his love partners. Nudity and sex had always been between himself and his feminine counterpart. But, in front of others was beyond his experience and he considered it a bit too kinky. Nonetheless, as Maarja hot moist mouth slid up and down on his turgid scepter and as he glimpsed the others, his forebodings melted in that intoxicating miasma of alcohol, hash and group sex.
Maarja's hands moved to his belt, undid it, moved to his pants fastener, unbuttoned it, and in one motion slid his pants and briefs down to his ankles. Her hands cupped his firm ass cheeks and drew him even deeper into her mouth. By know, every one in the room had coupled or tripled and were engaged in stimulating each other in various manners. By now most were completely nude. The sights and Maarja's lips on his throbbing cock made Ajit began to perspire. "When in Rome. . . ," he thought as he removed his constraining shirt and allowed the cooling air direct access to his torso. He stood there, glistening, completely and beautifully nude with Maarja's mouth attached to his cock.
Alice had been lasciviously observing Ajit and Maarja. She was kneeling on the floor pumping someone's cock. Her thighs bracketed some other man's head who's tongue was frantically licking her clit. She disengaged herself from the two men who immediately coupled--the man she was pumping knelt over the prone mans head, slipped his throbbing cock into the other's mouth, bent forward and sucked the recumbent man's dick deep into his mouth. Ajit was strangely drawn to this scene. He had never observed two guys having sex before. At the same time Alice had moved to Ajit and Maarja, knelt beside Maarja and began to lick Ajit's thigh. High voltage shocks coursed through his body at this erotic change of events. Maarja withdrew her mouth and began to lick one side of Ajit's cock. Immediately Alice licked the other. The sensation was cosmic.
Then George moved from his coupling and lowered himself behind Maarja and Alice and began to probe the two women's fiery cunts with his expert fingers. Both women's hips began to gyrate to the probing fingers. Maarja reached behind and grasped George's swollen rod, all the time straining against his penetrating fingers. Momentarily, she retreated from Ajit's cock which was quickly swallowed into Alice's hot, tongue searching mouth. Maarja backed up and positioned George's cockhead near his penetrating fingers. Obligingly he removed his hand from her pussy, arched his back, thrust his hips forward, and sunk his throbbing dick deep into Maarja's cunt.
Her head snapped up and she uttered, "Oh, yessss!"
Ajit's eyes widened as he beheld his 'partner' being fucked in front of him. He had never thought that any of his partners were his exclusive property, but while they were 'seeing' each other he rather expected an unshared relationship. Yet, the sight of George pumping his dick into Maarja's cunt strangely excited him and Alice's hot sucking mouth neutralized any anxiety he might have harbored. Alice withdrew her mouth with a juicy popping sound, stood up, turned and expertly impaled herself on Ajit's long, dusky, pulsating prick. He reveled in the feeling of his cock being encased in her moist, steaming cunt, clasped her milky hips and began to rhythmically fuck her. Her arching back and her head, whipping from side to side, excited him. The total scene of sucking, fucking, fondling, arching and groaning bodies quickly brought Ajit to the pinnacle of super-stimulated desire and incitement. He rammed his cock harder into Alice's willing cunt. He began
to feel the rush of orgasm.
"I'm COMIIIING!!" he shouted, uncharacteristically and exploded inside Alice's cunt. Flooding her with copious amounts of his pearly cum. They both collapsed on to the floor. His violent orgasm, his shouting caused a number of others to likewise achieve release. Now there were only one or two bobbing, humping, thrusting bodies as the others lolled about in that delicious, spent afterglow. He sat up and leaned against the front of the sofa, legs splayed, head thrown back. Presently, he felt someone craw up between his legs, arm encircling his waist and a head laid upon his slow breathing chest. He raised his head, opened his eyes and looked down upon Maarja's relaxed visage. He wrapped one arm around her and let his head loll back against the cushion and slid into a light sleep.
Some time later, maybe a half-an-hour he emerged from his slumber with the feeling of his cock and balls being fondled. Earlier, Maarja had shifted slightly, exposing his now flaccid cock nestled on his opulent ball-sack. George, who had ended up reclining next to Ajit, reversed, his legs resting on the sofa's cushions, his head and trunk on the carpeted floor, had become intrigued by Ajit's opulent, limp, hooded cock. Its dusky-brown color in contrast to the burnished teak tone of the rest of his body and the even darker, wrinkled ball sack stimulated him. He reached over and gently lifted the pendulous cock off of its ball-bed, slowly retracted the foreskin and gazed at the glistening purplish cockhead. He squeezed lightly the relaxed tube and moved his encircling fingers towards the crown, causing it to be re-encased in the soft, velvety sheath. Thus he played with Ajit's cock, and slowly the smooth tube began to reawaken and to lengthen.
When Ajit had been awakened from his light sleep, he shifted slightly causing Maarja to rouse as well. She opened her eyes, observed George fondling Ajit's hardening cock and smiled. Lightly she moved her hand and began to manipulate one of Ajit's nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Ajit raised his sleepy head, opened his eyes, focused on his cock and then on George. He was mildly surprised, maybe even a little shocked, but the effects of the alcohol, the recent coupling lessened his embarrassment and refueled his passion. He closed his eyes, allowed his head to drop back and George to continue to play with his now stiffening cock. Warm, erotic waves again began to engulf his being as Maarja began to lick and suck his nipple. His cock sprang to full extension and prowess.
The sight of George playing with Ajit's cock stimulated Maarja tremendously. She looked at that stiff, big, hard cock encased in George's fingers and lusted for it. She grasped Ajit about the hips and pulled him, insistently into a prone position. He, aiding her, wormed his hips until he was able lower his head and upper torso to the carpeted floor. Maarja straddled his hips and without any preamble lowered her already flowing pussy onto Ajit's cock. George was forced to remove his hand. Maarja began to rhythmically raise and lower her hips.
Nicole walked over to George, straddled his head, knelt over it and lowered her flaming cunt to his probing tongue. Ajit observed Nicole's beautiful ass, the little puckered opening, the engorged cunt lips and George's licking tongue with mounting desire. He reached over and lightly caressed the opulent, creamy ass and lightly fingered the puckered button.
He glanced at George's hard, pulsating, upstanding dick and with some innate curiosity, he tentatively moved his hand from Nicole's ass to that hard cock. Haltingly, because he had never touched an other man's cock before, he encircled the pulsing rod with his fingers.
Maarja continued her erotic dance on his cock. Someone had given her a fresh bong and she drew deeply the mind-bending smoke into her lungs. Then she offered it to Ajit. He shook his head. He had never smoked before.
"Try a little. It's great," she insisted.
He acceded, drew in a lung full, held it for a second, then involuntarily coughed it out.
"Don't take so much," Maarja suggested.
Again he tried. This time a smaller amount. Gently he inhaled it, held its burning fumes in his lungs for a few seconds, then quickly exhaled. He began to feel light headed.
Maarja lightly grasped his hand and replaced it around George's throbbing cock. Its pulsating heat transfused itself. . . miraculously into Ajit. . . and he began to soar in a luxurious erotic cloud. He began to fondle that hard cock with more insistence, reveling in the sight of his hand moving up and down on that dick.
Maarja watched intently, never varying from her plunging rhythm. "Kiss it," she said.
Ajit looked at her not fully comprehending.
"Kiss his cock," she said, then with smiling insistence, "I want to see you kiss his cock."
He looked deeply into her eyes, his head and being swimming in a lavender, lascivious fog--disjointed. He turned his head and forced his eyes to focus on the pulsating cock he held in his hand. Without complete volition, he felt himself twist his torso so that he regarded the quivering cock at close range. Slowly, as in a dream he brought his lips to the glistening, rouge cockhead and kiss it. Not a closed mouth peck, but a long lingering, moist, open lipped kiss.
He heard Maarja say, breathlessly, "More, do it some more!" And he felt her hand on the back of his head urging him down.
He opened his mouth and accepted the whole, flaring cock head. As if in an other-world dream he accepted that hot rod in his mouth. Strangely, his mouth's nerve-ends became erotically charged by the feel of that cockhead. His tongue began to falteringly explore that strange form in his mouth. His sexual excitement strangely increased.
"Here," he heard Maarja say and he twisted his mouth off the cockhead. She offered him the bong and he inhaled half-a-lung-full--held it in and expelled it.
He turned back to regard George's cock, and took it again into his mouth. The effects of the alcohol, the deliciously carnal sights and feelings, coupled with the growing 'other-body-feeling' of the hash caused Ajit to began to actively suck George's dick. The feel of Ajit's mouth sucking his cock caused George to thrust his hips up, forcing nearly half of its length into Ajit's mouth. He almost gaged. Slowly Ajit slid his mouth up and down George's turgid, thick rod.
Nicole stood up, turned and placed a moist kiss on Maarja's lips and began to fondle her breasts. Maarja placed her fingers where George's tongue had been and began to manipulate Nicole's clit. Nicole grasped Maarja about the shoulders, raised her off Ajit's throbbing, moist cock, and slid a finger into the cock-stretched pussy.
Somehow the removal of that hot, juicy cunt from around Ajit's cock had not diminish his lusty passion or wanton feelings. He felt George slip a hand under his hips and roll him over so that he was on all fours, his knees straddling George's head. His mouth had not left that new-found toy! George voraciously took Ajit's cock deep down his throat. The feel of his cock in George's mouth and George's cock in his transported Ajit to realms of erotic pleasure he had never known before, nor had ever imagined. Then he felt a lubricated finger lightly rubbing his exposed ass-hole. He groaned, arched his back, rotated his hips and took the whole length of that cock into his mouth--gagging a little in the process. The finger slowly insinuated itself past the first muscled ring and then the inner gate was breached. The action brought vague memories of Bala's 'massage.' Again, Ajit moaned and sucked. He felt the whole length of the finger move in and out his
sensitized ass-hole. The feeling was hot and delicious. The finger was slowly removed leaving a sensual void. Then Ajit felt the 'finger' being pushed against that puckered, nerve tingling opening again. There was more pressure applied and the outer ring gave way--the 'finger' was much bigger--and then the inner vestibule was crossed, slowly Ajit was aware of a strange stuffed feeling. The 'finger' was withdrawn a bit and then pushed farther into his ass--withdrawn a bit and pushed in even farther.
Suddenly, it dawned on him, "This is no finger!" He removed his mouth from George's cock looked over his shoulder and saw Bryon kneeling behind him, his hips moving back and forth in consort to the stuffing and withdrawing he was feeling in his ass.
"I'm being fucked!" he screamed to himself.
He tried to move forward, but Bryon firmly grasped his hips and would not let him go. Simultaneously, George increased the pressure of his sucking mouth and probing tongue. The feeling of Bryon's cock sliding in and out of his ass was not altogether unpleasant. He began to physically, sensually enjoy the pumping action even though his reason had some problems justifying the idea. His senses won out and he began again to suck George's cock, fueled with renewed vigor. Without warning he shot his hot, pearly load deep in George's throat. Almost simultaneously, he felt George arch his back and his mouth was filled with a salty, viscous fluid. He opened his mouth in surprise and George's cum spilled into the cock-hair below. He withdrew his mouth altogether from George's spasming cock.
Quickly he wrenched his cock free of George's mouth and Bryon's cock from his ass, stood up and beat a hasty retreat for the nearest bathroom. There he rinsed his mouth a number of times, cleaned his violated ass-hole and tried to regain his equilibrium.
Refreshed and a tiny bit unsettled, he returned to the living room and for a few moments stood and regarded the various participants in that surreal tableaux. Bryon walked over to him.
"Are you all right? " he inquired.
"Yes, I'm fine, thank you," Ajit answered.
"You look a bit . . . ah. . . . Shall we say . . . tentative?"
Ajit smiled, "Well. . . ," he paused, "This is a first for me."
"First time for what?" questioned Bryon.
With some assurance and no embarrassment, Ajit answered, "My . . . first orgy, my first hash, and my first time . . . ah, to sample a couple of experiences."
Bryon's brows knitted in concern and he asked solicitously, "Your ass . . . was virgin?"
"Was?" and then Ajit laughed lightly, nodding his head, "Yes, it was."
Truly concerned and a bit apologetic Bryon stammered, "I'm sorry. . . I . . . I didn't know. . . I thought. . . "
Ajit, touched by the older man's concern, placed his hand on Bryon's shoulder and said, "Nothing to be sorry about . . . . It's okay." That was a little white lie! He was somewhat bothered, but not unduly concerned.
Then he added with a smirk, "Nothing's broken," his eyebrow arched, "I just lost my virginity. Doesn't everybody?"
The two laughed in light relief.
Ajit walked over to the buffet. He was famished. As he partook of the delicious fare, he dispassionately observed the various couplings. In a couple of cases he marveled at their ingenuity. Soon, a bit weary but sated he gathered up his clothing, went to where Maarja was sleeping still locked in a sixty-nine position with Nicole, gently shook her to half wakefulness and said, "I'm quite tired, I'm going home. Do you want me to drop you at your place?"
"No, I'll get a ride with somebody," she sleepily answered, then, as an afterthought, "I'll call you tomorrow."
Ajit smiled down at her, "Okay. . . Take care."
"Mmmm, " she answered and sunk back into slumber.
Ajit dressed quietly and went to the foyer. A robed Bryon met him at the door and said, "Ajit, thank you for coming."
"Thanks for having me," came his natural reply. Then they both laughed, heartily realizing the double entendre.
A day had passed. Maarja called him late Monday afternoon and invited herself over for supper.
"I'll bring Chinese," she offered.
"Come after seven," Ajit asked, "I've some work to finish."
She arrived at seven-thirty with several boxes of fragrant fare--spicy Szechwan beef, lemon-almond chicken, mixed vegetables with crab, rice and a quart of Breyers butter-almond ice cream. They had half finished their meal what Ajit's door bell rang.
"Who's that?" inquired Maarja.
"I haven't the faintest idea." He opened the door and was greeted by George standing in the hall with a six-pack under his arm.
"Hello," Ajit greeted George, a bit surprised. He just met George at the party. . . but, "These Americans are without pretense," he thought.
"Hi," and then, seeing Maarja at the table, George said, "I'm sorry, I should have called first. I'm interrupting."
"Nonsense," asserted Ajit, "come and join us, there's plenty. . ."
"Hi, George," Maarja said, coming up behind Ajit.
". . .isn't there?" turning to Maarja and finishing his sentence.
"Sure, I always buy too much."
"Are you really sure?"
"Absolutely, come one in," saying this, Ajit lightly grasped George's arm and lead him into the apartment.
"Well, at least I didn't come empty handed," said George, setting the six-pack of Lowenbrau on the table.
"Beware of Greeks bearing gifts," joked Maarja. George flushed somewhat. He was Greek--George Poulous (a shortened, transcription of Theotokopoulus).
Ajit brought and extra plate and George reached into his jacket pocket for a "church key" and easily popped the tops off of three of the iced bottles. The three were quickly submerged into animated conversation, punctuated by portions of food and swallows of the icy beer. Later they sat around the low table sipping hot steaming cups of Sumatra Mandaeling, Ajit and Maarja on the sofa and George in an armchair. Their conversation revolving around the current student concerns.
With the beer and coffee finished, Ajit asked, "Would you like some cognac?"
George and Maarja answered, "Yes," together.
Three very healthy snifters of cognac were poured and the they continued their discussion. The discourse became passionate, fueled, in part, by the beer and the spirits.
"Excuse me," Maarja said, "I need to use the bathroom." She left on not too steady legs. Both Ajit and George chuckled and continued to drink and talk.
Some minutes later Maarja reentered the room and asked, "Say boys, how do you like my outfit?"
The two men looked up and were mildly surprised. Maarja stood, slightly swaying, wearing a brief, black lace corset with a plunging neckline.
"Ah, dessert," declared Ajit, having quickly regained his composure and he arched his eyebrow.
George was obviously a bit uncomfortable, even taking into consideration 'The Party.' He shifted uneasily in his chair. He had been aware of Ajit and Maarja's liaison and had no desire to intrude. Ajit opined the reason for George's apparent discomfort. At first he had suspected that Maarja had invited George over, but his utter confusion made that obviously not the case.
"Relax, this is Maarja's way of entertaining," he said solicitously to George, and then with a bit of an edge to his voice he turned to her and added, "isn't it my dear?" He smiled at her not too sweetly.
His association with Maarja and been very physical and terribly passionate. There had been little emotional investment.
Certainly, what attachment there had been on Ajit's part for her was modified by 'The Party.' In the back of his mind he had the slight presentiment that he had been used that night. Certainly not by his various partners, willing or unwilling, but by the fact that Maarja was not completely forthcoming in the kind of party that it was to be. Had he known, he probably would have still attended and enjoyed. Some surprises he liked, but this kind of surprise was too outre. Therefore, Ajit was prepared accept their relationship as only physical and already he had perceive cracks in the relationship before 'The Party. '
She did not catch the shift of tone, only his smile. Slowly she moved across the room and stood in front of Ajit. He placed his hands on her hips and lightly drew them down to her knees and back up again. Then only his fingertips ever-so-lightly followed the same path. She clasped her hands behind her head, rotated her hips and arched her back. He shifted one hand to the inner thigh and delicately moved up to where the material imprisoned her hairy crack. There he sensually massaged that satiny smooth area. She groaned and thrust her hips forward. He shifted his hands and pressed up against the heating cleft. Again she groaned.
Ajit could feel his own sex began to swell. He glanced over to George who was intently observing the two, his right hand massaging his crotch. "Come on George, have some dessert," Ajit suggested with veiled sarcasm.
"This dessert, honey, is only for you," hissed Maarja.
"Come now, my dear, we must consider our guest. Don't be niggardly," he said.
Maarja quickly knelt in front of Ajit, deftly unzipped his trousers and removed his hardening cock. Immediately she sucked it deep into her mouth. Ajit gasped and leaned back and allowed her hot moist mouth to do what it did so well. He glanced over to George who had removed his cock and was slowly moving his hand up and down its length. Ajit motioned him to come over and join them. George knelt to the side of Maarja and began to rub his free hand over her nearly bare ass, one finger slid under the thin covering and moved to the moistening slit. She groaned and sucked Ajit's cock with more vigor.
George's one hand began to move more insistently up and down his cock and the roving finger insinuated itself into Maarja's vagina. The sight of her mouth sliding up and down Ajit's cock and the feel of her moist cunt stimulated him immensely.
Maarja lifted her head from Ajit's crotch, becoming aware that it was George's finger probing her pussy. She reached around, grasped George's hand, pulled it away from her cunt, and said, "I said that this is only for Ajit."
Ajit's eyebrow arched, "What, my dear? That wasn't your attitude the other night."
"That was different," she asserted.
"Darling, nothing is different. . . and . . . everything is different," he answered, slowly, calmly and emphatically.
Her eyes widened. She understood his meaning. Shrugging her shoulders, she raised up and left the room.
"I'm, sorry," George said, dropping his hand from his cock and returned it to his trousers and zipped it up.
"I'm not," came the reply, and so saying Ajit took his hard cock which had been so sensitized by that hot, juicy mouth and began to slowly pump it.
George's eyes were riveted on that long, dusky pole that Ajit was manipulating, watching the shiny, purple head disappearing under the generous sheath, only to appear again as the hand slid down the swollen shaft. He unzipped his fly, grasped his on cock, drugged it out of its cottony confines and began to fondle it again.
Maarja entered the room, fully clothed, she glanced at the two and their stroking hands. "You two enjoy yourselves," she said with an edge to her voice. Ajit merely looked at her full in the face and smiled. "I'll call you . . . later," she added.
"Alright," was all that Ajit answered. Maarja left the apartment, closing the door behind her.
Again George said, "Ajit, I'm really sorry."
"Don't be. Things were coming to an end anyway. Besides, 'you can't beat a dead horse.'"
George's concerned face was then transformed to a broad smile, "It doesn't look like we've got dead horses here!"
"Sure doesn't," he mused. The two continued to stroke their cocks.
George unbuckled his pants and slid them, along with his shorts down his muscled thighs to his knees and sat back and watched Ajit. At the same time Ajit pushed his own pants and undershorts down to his ankles and manipulated his feet out of their confines. He spread his knees apart as he continued to watch George's hand move up and down his thick, red-crested cock. Slowly each man's eyes moved from regarding each other's cocks to look directly into the other's eyes. There was no verbal communication. Their eyes said everything. Slowly George stood up, his pants and undershorts slipping down to his ankles. He stepped out of them and maneuvered himself in between Ajit's splayed legs. Looking down he watched Ajit's stroked cock from this vantage point. Likewise Ajit observed that thick, swollen, pumped prick from a closer angle.
George knelt in front of Ajit and continued to gaze at that wonderful sight. Tentatively he reached out towards that finger encircled cock. He glanced up, questioningly at Ajit's face. He perceived an acceding smile and saw Ajit free his cock. George grasped the cock and wrapped his own fingers around it circumference. He reveled at the feel of that hot, firm, pulsating cock-muscle. Slowly he moved his fist up and down the whole length, regarding the heavily veined shaft and the more lightly veined foreskin as it sheathed and then revealed the glistening, slitted, purplish cockhead. He bent over and licked the slit. Ajit threw his head back and uttered an erotic groan. Again, George licked the slit, Again, Ajit groaned. Then George encased the flaring cockhead in his mouth and tongued it. Ajit gasped. The encircling lips slipped down half the length of the shaft and then back up and off the cock.
"Ohhh . . .that feels so good," whispered Ajit.
George opened his mouth wide and plunged that great cock deep into his mouth, grasped the shaft with his lips and drew them back up the length, covering the head with the ample foreskin. His tongue darted out of his mouth and inserted itself into the puckered, soft opening. George's tongue circled that cockhead, inside the generous sheath.
Ajit watched, his desire mounting. "I never thought that watching a guy tonguing my cock could be so damned sexy," he stated.
George looked up at Ajit and smiled. "I never thought a fuckin cock could be so appealing to me either," he added.
Ajit's eyebrows arched, "This is not your usual mode?" he questioned.
George shook his head, "No, it's only about my third or fourth time . . . ever," he answered. George returned to Ajit's spit-shining cock and began to suck it again. He enjoyed the feel of the thick, hard cock sliding in and out of his mouth. Then he felt Ajit shift away and looked up into the latter's face.
"Lay down," commanded Ajit. "I what to play with your cock too," he added.
George complied and Ajit lowered himself to the floor in a sixty-nine position, facing George's throbbing cock. Immediately, George lunged down on the whole, considerable length of Ajit's cock. Ajit, reached for George's swollen scepter-like dick. Carefully, and with mounting desire, he examined George's dick. It was cut, not quite as long as his, but somewhat thicker and with a large, mushroom-like, reddened head. Its hard, throbbing shaft was heavily, blue-veined making a stark contrast to the light pink skin covering. The ample ball-sack was, likewise, pink. However, unlike Ajit's hairy ball-bag, George's was remarkably smooth, silky and held two, plum-like orbs. All were surrounded with abundant, black, curly hair.
Ajit fondled the cock and balls, reached over and sniffed its musky odor. His tongue slid out of his mouth and he tasted the slightly salty, glistening surface of the luxurious crown. He mused as he filed away the sensations of sight, smell, taste and touch, "Impressive," he said to himself, "and really sexy." He wondered why that at the night of 'The Party' he had not become aware of this cock's beauty and strange desirability. But, then he was in no shape to consciously take into account much of anything.
Then he reached over and inserted the head of that great cock into his mouth. His tongue explored the smooth, firm surface, the flared ridge which surrounded it and the deep slit at its top. Slowly he lowered his mouth down the half-length of that pulsating love muscle. He opened his mouth wider and attempted to take the whole thick cock into his mouth. Involuntarily he gaged and withdrew.
George's mouth slipped of Ajit's cock. "Are you alright," he asked.
"Yes, I'm just not used to it," he stated.
"This is not your usual mode?" George mimicked Ajit's earlier question.
Ajit smiled, "This is my second time," he confessed.
"Then, the other night . . . . . ."
"Was my first time," Ajit interrupted. He returned to George's cock, their eyes locked together. George watched Ajit as his cock disappeared into the latter's mouth.
With renewed vigor George returned to that long, dusky, uncut cock and voraciously sucked it deep into his throat. That sensation caused a long moan to escape from Ajit, as he too conscientiously began to suck the thick dick in his mouth.
Sucking and plunging, tonguing and sucking, twisting and thrusting the two men reveled in the satisfaction that their individual cocks gave them and the pleasure that the other's erect phallus engendered in their mouths. Slowly they pleasured each other with warm satisfaction, receiving, in turn immeasurable joy and widening stimulation.
George lifted his mouth from Ajit's tool for a short second and slathered copious amounts of saliva on one of his fingers. He returned to sucking and began to rub the spit-lubricated finger over that puckered button behind Ajit's ball-sack. Ajit lifted his thigh, allowing easier access to George's finger. Slowly the finger circled the tight asshole, sending delicious shockwaves throughout Ajit's body. Then slowly the finger entered that eroticized hole and began to deliberately move in and out. The sensation of his cock being sucked by that hot, juicy mouth and his ass being finger-fucked quickly brought Ajit to the pinnacle of release. George, sensing the impending explosion and wanting to prolong the excitement that both men were experiencing, withdrew his fucking finger and merely held the quaking cock in his mouth.
Ajit's passion abated a bit as he continued to slowly piston his mouth up and down on that delicious dick. Then he reached behind those pendulous balls and brushed one of his fingers against George's tight ass opening. He heard George groan in anticipation. He withdrew the finger, spit a dollop of saliva on the finger and returned it. He felt the outer sphincter give way under the pressure of his finger and then the second, inner ring. He marveled at the inner warmth of George's ass-tube and began to finger-fuck that hole in rhythm with his sucking mouth. A deep guttural moan escaped from George's throat. The vibrations of that throaty moan were transmitted to his sensitive, encased cock, bring a new and wondrous feeling to Ajit. Momentarily, Ajit lifted his mouth from that quivering cock to observe his finger forcing its way in and out of that tight asshole. The sight brought him pleasure and increased his already highly eroticized state.
George freed the cock from his mouth, arched his body to a kneeling position facing Ajit. The quick expulsion of his finger and the release of his cock brought a questioning look to Ajit's face and he glanced up into those sensuous, clouded dark eyes.
"Do you have any . . . hand lotion? " George inquired.
"Yes, in the bathroom," he answered with a questioning look.
George left the room and quickly returned, holding a bottle of baby lotion in his hand. Again he knelt beside Ajit, squeezed a dollop into his hand and placed that hand 'round the hardened cock of Ajit. Slowly he again to manipulate the hot dick.
The sensation of the silky smooth lotion and the fondling fingers sent an erotic shiver through Ajit. George added some more lotion to the already slathered cock.
Ajit groaned, "That feels fantastic."
George smiled, "I want to do something that will feel even more fantastic," he admitted.
"Yes?"
"I want to sit on your cock. . ."
Ajit's eyes widened in surprise. "I thought that you were relatively new at this . . . this kind of activity?"
"I am, but the second time I was with a guy, I got fucked and I kind of enjoyed it." This being said he straddled Ajit's hips, smeared some lotion on his ass-hole and fingered a little inside. Then he grasped Ajit's hard pole, positioned himself and slowly lowered his body. Ajit felt the initial contact of his cock with George's tight ass and strained upward.
George placed his hand on Ajit's chest and said, "Lay still, let me do it. You're pretty big and I need to take my time."
"Okay," came the answer and Ajit relaxed as much as he could. He felt the pressure on his cock and thought it would buckle. Then the sphinctered opening released and Ajit's cockhead popped inside. George gasped and raised up slightly relieving some of the pressure.
"You alright.?" Ajit asked concerned, then added, "You don't have to do this you know."
"Oh, but I want too." He took several deep breaths and lowered himself further, inhaled deeply again and lowered himself even farther.
Ajit exulted at the feel of his cock sinking into that tight, hot, lubricated opening. He felt George rise up, freeing half of his impaled cock and then slowly sink down again until its whole length was buried up that ass-hole.
Both men groaned. George remained still, glorying in the feeling of that hard cock impaled deep within his ass and getting accustomed to its invasion. Then he started to move slowly up and down on that fuck-pole, allowing it to fill and then empty his ass with erotic regularity.
"Oh, God, that feels good!"
"Do you like it?" George questioned.
"Yes, I love it. So tight, so hot . . . It's fantastic."
"Man, you don't know how fantastic your cock feels in my ass." George brought his feet to either side of Ajit's chest and placed his hands behind, next to the latter's knees, arching over, backwards as in a 'back bend,' he began to raise and lower his impaled ass over that throbbing cock. His own cock standing like a mast of a sail boat on his raised, arched torso. Ajit raised his head and observed his great cock appearing and disappearing in and out of that phenomenal feeling ass-hole, that unbelievable fuck-tunnel. Seven, eight, ten times George raised and lowered his hips, rotating them in their descent. Then he brought his fatigued legs back to the kneeling position.
Suddenly Ajit could feel an unimagined squeezing sensation on his cock, a rippling feeling.
"God, that's incredible. What are you doing to me?"
"Just massaging your cock with my ass muscles." replied George. He reached for the lotion, squeezed a generous amount into the palm of his hand, spread it over his own pole-hard, thick cock and began to jack himself off as he commenced, again to move on Ajit's sense-hardened dick.
Ajit lifted the jacking hand away from that thick, throbbing prick and replaced it with his own hand. The feel of that heavy, hard cock covered with lotion was stimulating. Slowly he ran his hand up and down the length, becoming more aware of the veins and bulging forms beneath his slipping fingers and palm. The taunt, erect, cut-cock did not allow for that smooth, impeded motion he felt on his own uncut dick as the loose foreskin moved in tandem with his hand. Slowly he increased his motion and he gazed up into George's glazed eyes and pistoning hips. He luxuriated in the feel of his swollen cock in that tight, hot ass as it was moving up and down his cock's length. Soon his hand was pounding up and down on that turgid dick as the hard, muscled ass of George was bouncing on his thighs.
In a guttural voice, George announced, "I'm going to CUMMMMMM. . . . .!" Jets of milky gism rocketed from his slit, arched, high in the air and fell, spattering on Ajit's, belly and chest. At the same time Ajit could feel George's ass spasm 'round his encased cock. George fell forward, bracing himself with his hands on either side of Ajit's heaving chest and waited for the little seizures to subside.
His breathing slowed, he opened his eyes and uttered, "That was truly fantastic," and added, "Did you cum?"
"No, but don't worry it was great."
George lifted his impaled ass of of Ajit's still throbbingly hard dick, sat beside him, took the lotion bottle and poured a copious amount into his hand.
Knowing what he wanted to do, Ajit said, softly, "No, George, you don't have to . . ."
He was stopped in mid sentence as George grasped the trembling cock and began to slid his enclosed fist up and down its dark length.
"But, I really want to see you come." Saying that, he removed some of the overflowing lotion with the middle finger of his free hand, pressured Ajit's thighs apart and began to actively massage that tight button below Ajit's balls.
Ajit moved his legs farther apart as he anticipated the electric entry of that lubricated finger into his ass-hole. He didn't have to wait long, the finger slowly slipped in and Ajit became suffused with erotic warmth. No! Not warmth, but searing, red-hot passion! The lotioned finger began to fuck his ass, at first just and inch or so, then its whole length disappeared into that tight hole. The sensation of that fucking finger, plus George's fist pounding brought him quickly to the point of explosion. He dug his heels into the carpet, arched his back and elevated his hips as the tumult overtook his whole body.
"Yes . . . YESSS . . . . YESSSS!" each utterance louder and more explosive than the previous. His cock exploded in that pistoning hand and as it did George plunged his fucking-finger as far in as it would go. That action rocketed Ajit off the carpet, being supported only be his heels and the back of his head. His opalescent cum erupted like Vesuvius, anointing his chest, neck and face. He collapsed. George slowly removed his finger and his fist and lay beside Ajit, throwing one arm over his cum spattered chest. Soon they were both sunk in a refreshing sleep.
Ajit awoke first, carefully sat up and observed for a moment George sleeping on his side. He was nearly as tall as Ajit and somewhat more muscled. There was a sprinkling of dark hair on his chest, a generous thatch surrounding his detumescent, but still considerable prick--now hanging sideways, strongly muscled thighs and his compact ass fell under Ajit's unimpeded gaze. His ass was milky white showing the size and cut of his swimming suit and a stark contrast to the dark tan of the rest of his body. George's face, strongly masculine, looked child like in repose. His dark curly hair framing strong brows, eyebrows which nearly merged above the bridge of his slightly arched nose. A beautiful mouth with its lower lip fuller than the upper was canopied by a dark moustache. His angular jaw had such a thick beard that even directly after shaving, its shadow was always apparent. Finally, the closed dark-brown eyes displayed their abnormally long, luxuriant
lashes in repose.
Ajit's mentally cataloged this sight, as well as the feelings and sensations that he had just experienced. He would need to consider all this.
"Interesting . . . . " he mused, as his fingertips ran over his chest encountering partially dried patches of cum. He looked down at his chest, smiled, carefully raised up, collected his crumpled clothing and retreated to the shower. Under that hot spray he pondered at how and why that evening's events had transpired. He had always been immensely sexually attracted to women. In his twenty-five years he had never had a same-sex relationship. That brief encounter with Bala really didn't count. Although he remembered that it was not . . . unenjoyable. And, then he partially discounted the events of 'The Party' as being the result of a combination of alcohol, hash and the sight of all those straining, nude bodies. This evening's events posed a different conundrum.
He stood for long minutes under the cleansing shower. Turned it off and dried himself. When he returned, towel-wrapped to the living room, George was rousing himself from his brief sleep.
"What time is it?"
"Quarter-till eleven," Ajit answered.
"Sorry I fell asleep on you," George said as he stood up.
"Don't worry, I slept too," he said avoiding any glancing looks at the nakedness of George, concentrating on his face, he added, "Would you like to shower?"
"Yes, please."
Ajit showed George to the shower, provided him with an ample towel, went to his room and donned some fresh clothes. He had cleared the small dining and the low coffee table of their leavings when George entered the living room.
"That felt good, " he said, matter-of-factly as he sat down on the sofa, pulled on his socks and shoes. Standing, he said, "I should be going now."
"Yes, alright," answered Ajit as he opened the door for George.
George held out his hand, quickly shook Ajit's and said simply. "Thanks."
"Drop by again," he replied, then, for some unknown reason, added, " . . . soon."
"Okay, sure, " answered George with a slight smile as the door was closed behind him.
Ajit sat on the sofa and again tried to sort out that evening's events in his mind.
Late Friday afternoon, somewhat more than ten days since that experience with George, Ajit, after long hours in his carrel, decided to go to the Student Union for a beer. Book-bag slung over one shoulder, a foaming mug of beer in one hand, he looked for an empty space. Then he saw George, sitting alone, sipping a beer while reading his notes.
He walked over and asked, "Is this place taken?"
George looked up, saw Ajit and flashed a broad smile, "No, please sit," then added, "How've you been?" He reached over the small table and shook Ajit's hand.
"Fine. The normal amount of work, ya know, and you?" ('Ya:' Ajit had begun to pick up a number of what Uncle James characterized as: "less than adequate Americanism.")
"The same."
They both took a long swallow of their beer. Ajit glanced around that crowded and noisy room and back at George. "I thought you were going to drop over," he stated simply. It was not an accusation.
"I was . . ." he paused, ". . . but I . . . know about you and Maarja, and I didn't want to intrude," he confessed.
"No intrusion, besides, Maarja and I have run our course. . . . our relationship. . . our association is finished. . . . No anger. . . just over," he said with a shrug.
"Sorry to hear that."
"Don't be."
Again they both took a deep swallow of the foamy brew and moved to several different, less sensitive topics before they had finished their beers.
"Well, I've got to go," said Ajit, standing and gathering up his book bag.
George also standing, said, "Me too, a lot of studying to do."
"Remember, George," Ajit said with apparent humor, "All work and no play makes George a dull boy."
They both laughed as they went their separate ways.
Ajit had prepared himself a light supper, eaten, cleaned up the kitchen and had begun trying to find a quote he suddenly decided he needed when the door bell rang. He went to the door, opened it and was met by George's bright face with a slight questioning smile.
"Hi!"
"You said I could drop over."
"Absolutely. Come in."
George, as before was carrying a six pack under his arm as he entered the apartment. Observing the book strewn table, "You're studying!"
"Nothing that can't wait. Besides I need a break," he replied, then indicating the sofa, "Sit down, I'll get a couple of glasses and an opener." Ajit returned from the kitchen with two pilsner glasses and a bottle opener, sat on the sofa, took one of the bottles which George had already freed from the pack and opened it. He handed it to George who immediately took a long swallow. Ajit opened another bottle and carefully poured the amber, foaming liquid down the slanted inside of the pilsner 'til he had filled the glass and produced a narrow foamy head.
Ajit had never drank directly out of a bottle. His mother and Aunt Mani had said that it was "dirty." Uncle James had labeled the action "low and obscene." So he always drank out of a glass.
"Salute," he said raising his glass to George.
"Cheers, " replied George who took a second swig from the bottle.
Ajit watched, then uncontrollably snorted, and began to laugh.
"What's wrong?" asked George, with concern.
"It's stupid," replied Ajit, then explaining, "When I was young, my uncle said that drinking out of a bottle was obscene. Now when I watch you I can see why. . ."
"Why?" Asked George, his brows knitted in mock anger.
"It looks . . . " laughing. "it looks like . . . you're sucking . . . something."
"Oh? What?" eyebrows arched mockingly, mouth in a slight smile.
"A lollipop, you ass," came Ajit's retort.
"Fat chance!" They both laughed lightly.
George took another swallow of beer, but this time he pushed a greater length of the bottle into his mouth. Ajit convulsed in amusement.
"Nasty man."
"Why?" asked George with real concern in his voice.
"Come on . . . . !" Ajit said with concern, "just kidding," and he placed his hand on George's thigh solicitously.
George, leaned back against the soft cushion, gazed into Ajit's deep blue eyes and became more aware of the hand on his thigh. "God, he's so fuckin beautiful . . . . so damned sexy . . . . I'd even . . . even become his fuck-toy if he asked," George thought to himself.
Simultaneously, Ajit asked himself, "Why! Why . . . am I attracted to this . . . . this man?" The warmth of the thigh under his hand and fingers telegraphed sensuous messages throughout his body and fueled the erotic recall to his brain. Ajit lightly kneaded the muscular thigh beneath his hand and continued to gaze into George's eyes.
The kneading brought a flash of excitement to George's being and this was communicated, nonverbally to Ajit. George felt the hand move slowly, inexorably towards his bulging crotch. His eyes widened in excitement.
Mistakenly, Ajit--a neophyte in same-sex activity, as indeed, George could not be considered an accomplished practitioner--interpreted the widening eyes as disapproval. Quickly he withdrew his hand. Just as quickly George replaced the retreating hand over his bulging cock and throbbing balls.
Ajit smiled his satisfaction and relief. No words were spoken, yet so much was said. Ajit explored the swelling muscle beneath the confines of George's jeans, reached over, unbuttoned the waistband and pulled down the zipper. The freed cock and balls, shrouded only in briefs, overflowed the 'V'd,' unzipped opening. He looked into George's eyes again as he fondled that hot, growing love-muscle, now quaking beneath the touch of his hand. Ajit then pulled the waistband down, hooking it beneath the ball-sack and allowed the swelling cock to flop out and arch to full erection. Without a thought, knowing what he wanted at this point-in-time, Ajit leaned over and began to suck George's thick man-cock.
The sight of his cock disappearing between those sensuous, open lips and into the moist heat of Ajit's mouth filled George with millions of flashing points of desire. Ajit began to rhythmically suck his thick cock and fingers fondled his smooth ball-sack and its encased orbs. George threw his head back against the cushion and closed his eyes, floating in a sensual vapor of lascivious stimulation. He felt Ajit shift to a kneeling position between his thighs, never removing his pistoning head from his throbbing , insistent cock.
Ajit, knelt before that throbbing, desirable, glistening object, slipped his fingers under the waistband of George's jeans and briefs and tugged them down. George helped by lifting his hard-muscled ass off the cushion allowing Ajit to pull the covering to mid-thigh, then lifted his legs straight up so Ajit could peel them up, off and over his legs and feet. Ajit savored the sight of George's raised, clenched, muscled thighs, his balls pushed out at the thigh-base, the stark shift of skin color and the exposed, puckered ass-hole. He wanted to touch that hot button, but before he could reach it, George parted and lowered his legs to their pre-denuded position. Now he admired and unimpeded view of George's up-standing cock, free-hanging ball sack and the deep. dark cleft that now shrouded his tight ass-hole. He reached forward and began to lick that satiny smooth ball sack, feeling the orbs move beneath his tongue's lapping, then up that thick, muscled
fuck-scepter, he trailed his tongue. He grabbed the base of that dick, steadied it, circled the flared ridge with his hot tongue and then brought the tip to the slit and began to lightly probe it opening.
George jack-knifed forward, the sensations being more than he could accommodate at that moment, he clasped Ajit's waist and raised him to a standing position. Quickly, deftly he removed Ajit's trousers and briefs and immediately sucked in the entire length of Ajit's cock. Ajit hissed in a deep breath of excitement as George buried his nose in Ajit's black cock-hairs, sniffing their recently showered freshness. He withdrew a few inches, grasped Ajit's firm ass-cheeks and used them to bury that cock deep in his mouth again. Ajit groaned. George remembered and relished the feel of that cock in his mouth and recalled what pleasure that cock had bestowed upon his ass the last time. He slipped his lips off Ajit's cock and began to lick his dark, ball-sack with it light dusting of hair. He tried to reach that sensitive area just behind the wrinkled bag with his tongue, but could not. Ajit's head was lolling back and forth with sexually-stimulated excitement.
George grasped Ajit's hips and turned him around until his firm, smooth, teak-colored cheeks which swelled above amply muscled thighs came into full view.
Ajit could feel his cheeks being fondled, then kissed. The sensation was delicious. He immersed himself in this luxurious bathing. He could feel that hot tongue move lightly up and down his crack, and then try to probe deeper at that spot where thighs merged into buttocks. The feeling was galvanic. Then again he felt light kissing over the firm, smooth surface of his buttocks, and, again the probing, insistent tongue With out conscious thought he bent forward supporting himself on the low table.
Ajit's action locked and magnified what had only been, a moment before, a very deep and unconscious thought in the recesses of George's mind. He covered those glorious ass-cheeks with kisses and laved the surface with his tongue. Then, without volition, George slipped his two thumbs into the lower regions of the cleft, splayed his fingers out and over the firm cheeks and gently, but firmly pulled his thumbs apart. This action, of course, revealed Ajit's puckered button with almost clinical clarity. As an automaton he bent forward and his tongue's tip moved over that puckered form. The groans and quakings coming from Ajit, further fueled this newly explored desire. His tongue circled the little hole, lightly probed its opening, broadly moved over its quivering surface.
Ajit could not believe either what George's tongue was doing or the effect that it was having on him. Wave after superheated-wave of erotic desire suffused his whole body. Focusing all sensations in this hyper-sensitized center, his ass-hole. His spasming, sphinctered opening had now become the stimulated, carnal reception center for his whole body and his previously throbbing cock relaxed somewhat from its super-hard state. It now bobbed in concert with its new sensual director, his tongued ass-hole.
As an automaton, Ajit turned around, reached down and pulled the polo shirt off, so that now George was completely nude. He striped off his own shirt.
In a husky voice he said, "Lay down."
George complied. Ajit's gaze roamed over that reclining form and centered on the thick throbbing cock. Quickly he went to the bathroom and returned with the bottle of lotion. Knelt beside the prone figure and liberally covered the bobbing, heavy dick with lotion.
"What are you going to do?"
"I want to feel your cock inside me," Ajit answered breathlessly.
Remembering Ajit's neophyte status in the ways men make love together, he asked, "You've done this before?"
"Not really, not consciously."
"Then, you'd better wait," he advised and then stated, "I'm pretty big."
"I know, but I can't wait."
"Let me help you," counseled George, "Turn around and bend over. . . . Let me have the lotion."
Ajit handed the bottle over to George, turned towards the latter's feet and placed his hands on the floor. He then felt one of George's lotioned finger began to probe his already eroticized ass-hole. The thrust his trunk backwards and the probing finger entered his ass. The delicious sensation brought a moan from his throat. He luxuriated as George's finger slowly entered and retreated.
"Start to take deep breaths, that will relax you."
Ajit complied, breathing deeply and slowly, willing himself to relax.
George watched his own finger fuck the deliciously tight hole. After a minute or two of that lascivious penetrating, the sphinctered opening began to soften and relax. George withdrew the finger almost all the way and overlapped the tip of his index finger with the tip pad of his middle finger and ever so slowly reinserted the joined twosome. He withdrew the two to the first knuckle and again pushed them in, this time to the second knuckle. He held them stationary and slowly began to twist them in place. Ajit groaned even louder and again pushed back against the intruding fingers. This time they sunk all the way in. For a few seconds George did not move his fingers, then slowly he rotated them, drew them almost all the way out, rotated them and reinserted them 'til the completely disappeared into that sensuous opening. After two or three more penetrations, those firm ass-cheeks began to buck and rotate on their own and the sphincter loosened even more.
Without waiting any longer, Ajit turned around, straddled George's muscular thighs and re-anointed his big, swollen cock. He moved upwards and slathered more lotion on his ass-hole and pushed some lubricant inside with his finger. Then he reached behind and grabbed that thick rigid pole and lowered his hips onto its bulbous crown.
"Ajit, take deep breaths. . .take deep breaths . . . slowly. . ."
He felt George's hot, pulsating cock press against his ass-hole, closed his eyes and concentrated on relaxing. He applied more pressure and felt that massaged opening give way to the onslaught of that plum-sized cock-head. There was some discomfort, a slight twinge as that big knob had entered. He eased the pressure, breathed deeply two more times and found that the slight pain had subsided. Ajit bore down again until the whole flaring head and about an inch of the shaft slid in and was lodged up his ass. He concentrated on relaxing, being aware of the strange stuffed feeling that had replaced the initial distress. He raised up slightly, then lowered himself further and began to savor the feeling that the half buried cock was beginning to transmit. Again he raised up and then slowly, deliberately lowered his body until his firm ass-cheeks came into solid contact with George's quaking thighs. He uttered a long sigh as George expelled a deep groan.
He opened his eyes and regarded George's sweat glistening face and luminous, dark eyes. "It's in." he announced.
"Yes," George answered simply, gazing at Ajit's beautifully transformed face. He caressed the latter's cheek with his fingers and noted rivulets of perspiration coursing down its surface.
Ajit raised up half the length of that invading cock and sank down again. "Oh, god," he groaned. The sensation that it engendered was absolutely indescribable.
"Easy. . . take it easy," came George's concerned voice.
"No. . . no. . . . It's Okay . . . . It feels fantastic." And, again he raised up and plunged back down uttering a guttural groan of primal excitement. The feeling of his tight ass being stuffed with that thick swollen cock, the sensation of its heavily veined shaft as its surface moved over that sensitized opening and the mere thought of that ponderous prick in his ass saturated Ajit with voluptuous wonder. He raised up again, almost completely off that long, thick pole, bent his back and head forward as far as he could and lifted his pendulous ball-sack to view that delicious invasion. Then slowly lowered himself all the way down.
The exquisite feeling of his thick cock buried in that tight, beautiful ass brought immense pleasure to George. But, strangely, the normally primal urge to pound his powerful prick up that tight ass-hole, was secondary to the knowledge that this was Ajit's first, conscious time. "It's amazing that he can take the whole damned thing," he thought. Then as Ajit was slowly raising and lowering his tight, hot, luscious ass up and down his throbbing dick, George reached for the lotion, poured some into the palm of his hand and grabbed that dusky, skin sheathed pole that was jerking over his belly. Slowly he began to move his fist up and down its considerable length.
The feel of George's hand on his cock broke Ajit's erotic concentration. His eyes snapped open and he gazed down into George's face. There he saw a smile of great satisfaction. The feel of the pistoning hand on his cock and the great cock up his ass transported him on wave after wave of sensual delight. Ajit increased the speed of his ass's fucking motion. He began to feel his whole being hurling into the lascivious stratosphere of double stimulation. He was quickly approaching the pinnacle of release. With greater speed and insistence he pistoned his ass up and down. He no longer had conscious control over his fucking ass, or, indeed his whole body.
Then . . . "Arghhhh . . . ,"he shouted as he came, no, as he exploded! Without preamble, without the impending surges, he came! His cum rocketed out from the tip of his jacked cock and bathed the chest and face of George with its lustral anointing.
George had perceived the release of Ajit and this fueled his own impending climax. The explosive yell, the showering cum and the violently spasming ass-muscles catapulted him over the edge, his great cock spurted deep in that hot, fuck-tunnel and he too groaned.
Ajit, exhausted from his exertions, concentration and newly experienced sensations, collapsed forward on George's cum spattered chest. "My, god. . that was incredible," he whispered between rapid breaths.
George wrapped his arms around that heaving chest and whispered back, "Yes, truly incredible."
And, as the last time the two sank quickly into a warm lethargy of sensual release, George's cock still buried in Ajit's ass. As before, Ajit was the first to raise to full consciousness. Slowly he sat up forcing George's arms from about his chest and his eyes to slowly open.
Ajit smiled down into that sleepy face and said, "I need a shower." George merely nodded. Slowly, Ajit shifted his weight and the now softened, imprisoned cock slipped out of his ass. That action brought a slight erotic twinge to Ajit.
He stood under the hot shower and marveled. Marveled at the feeling he had experienced with George's cock up his ass. Marveled at the incredible, explosive orgasm he had experienced. Oh, he had experienced a few rocketing, searing orgasms before, but with women. He marveled at that electric, hypnotic sensation he felt when George tongued his ass. "I could never do that, "he thought. Finally, he marveled at the fact that he had sought out this second meeting, this second coupling with George.
A week later, while at a dance he had been invited to, he saw George again. He had noticed him dancing close with a pretty blonde girl, nuzzling her neck. Ajit, too, was dancing with his date, Sarah, a bright German major. When their eyes met, they merely nodded a greeting.
He had been attracted to Sarah's unabashed openness, her honesty and her intelligence. Quickly they became lovers. Later he had seen George and the blonde in the Student Union together and suspected that they too were lovers.
He and George never got together again. There was no need to, no desire to, from either the two participants.