It Didn't Happen
Wohi Wohanvi
Warning: This story contains scenes of men having sex with other men. Readers who find that offensive should not read the story; neither should those who are not 18 years of age yet. Characters in the based are not based on real life characters and the plot is purely fictional. The characters do not practice safe sex as the story is set in times when safe sex was not considered essential for health. Readers of the story should know that unsafe sex is dangerous and can be lethal and are advised to always practice safe sex.
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Author's note:
`Bhang' is made by grinding the petals and leaves of the Cannabis plant and is mixed with milk to make a drink on the festival of Holi in India. The drink is sweet, spicy and served chilled. It is intoxicating but affects the drinker differently than alcohol. Bhang is supposed to free you from anxiety, enhance positive feelings, tickles your nerves and puts most people in a fun mood. They feel sexually aroused; giggle; do things compulsively and can go into some kind of a trance. Respectable people generally frown upon its consumption but on the festival of Holi many people use Bhang in various forms.
Vinod is married to my wife's older sister and is about 7 years older than me. Though not really related to me, in the Indian hierarchal family system, I am supposed to think of him as an older brother. That his wife is the eldest sister and he got married to her, becoming part of her family years before me gave him a higher standing in my wife's family. All that is fine but Vinod took this role too seriously often behaved superciliously.
This didn't at all change the fact that he was a very attractive man with a gorgeous, tennis player's body: long legs, flat stomach and powerful shoulders. His body movements were graceful and he had a winning smile. I found him sexy and failed to think of him as an older brother; not even feeling guilty about it. I enjoyed undressing him mentally. Of course, I kept these feelings buried deep inside me.
He was a boring man with a self congratulatory manner who always behaved correctly and politely with a fixed smile on his face. In family gatherings and parties he always drank moderately and never got into the back slapping, locker room humour mode himself. We had some common friends and met at parties but I never saw him let his hair down though he seemed to enjoy being in the company of people who could. Gradually I began to realize that he was a little repressed, afraid to express his feelings. Once or twice in parties, pretending to be a little high I made subtle though definite physical passes at him. It didn't at all surprise me that firmly and politely he stopped me. However, my gaydar detected something positive but faint that amused me in a cynical way; if Vinod felt attraction for men, he would need a lifetime to acknowledge and then to practice it. And if he did, I would be the last man on earth he would choose.
So this road led nowhere. I decided not to drop any more hints of my intentions and behaved exactly the way husbands of younger sisters of your wife were supposed to. I did however note that he became aware of my sexual orientations. I, of course imagined, like all gay men, that Vinod secretly desired me. Once again this impression was based on very faint recordings on my gaydar though I didn't do anything at all about it.
The following incident happened when I was about 32.
Some common friends of mine decided to have an all boys party on Holi at someone's house who offered to make the traditional milk drink with Bhang dissolved in it. There were six of us, including Vinod. I had never had bhang before and was therefore curious. The host's house was about 15 minutes drive and when I reached, other friends, including Vinod were already there.
The milk drink was served chilled in small earthenware tumblers and tasted quite good. It was after consuming 6-7 of these tumblers of the drink that we all started feeling a little light headed. One friend started to giggle constantly and unnecessarily. Another became a little thoughtful. I found the tips of my fingers tingling and my hearing enhanced; I felt everyone was talking too loudly.
Vinod drank as much as others but it didn't seem to have any effect on him. He sat there smiling politely and making small talk. To be honest, I didn't find consuming bhang in any way a remarkable experience. Yes, I felt a little high but that was just about all. But to be fair, everyone was in a good mood, chatting and laughing.
We had dinner and then one of the guests thought we should leave because he was beginning to feel strange and wanted to reach home before he found he could not drive.
Vinod lived on the way to my house and I offered to drop him. Initially, I had no problem driving except that my fingertips were tingling. I asked Vinod how he was feeling and he told me his mouth felt dry. After five minutes I found that I had missed a turning and was going on a road I didn't need to. I stopped the car and we both realized that we were not as much in control of our senses as we had thought. I turned back, driving cautiously now and took the road to Vinod's house. I wasn't too worried as at that hour, in a small town, there was literally no traffic on side roads.
I reached Vinod's house and parked the car in the porch and waited for him to get off. He just stayed in the seat and looked a little scared. "I think there is someone inside the house waiting to attack me". I laughed and told him not to be silly and that it was the Bhang. Besides, I pointed out, his wife would be there.
"My wife is not here these days. She has gone to her mother's for a week. And I am scared to go inside the house", he told me, looking visibly tense. I got out of the car and going to his side, opened the door and offered to go in with him. He came out and I took his hand as we walked to the entrance door. He took the key out and I could see his hand was shaking. As he opened the door he turned to me and said, looking at me, "You better not come in".
"Why?" I answered, really surprised.
He looked into my eyes and said, "You know very well what I mean". I was completely taken aback and didn't know what to say. Obviously he was more consciously aware of the never-talked-about attraction between us than I was and the discovery both shook as well as excited me.
While I was recovering from this, he went in but left the door ajar. I decided to go in, with no other motive than to see if he was okay. What I saw alarmed me. He was there crouching behind a chair, trembling a little. I went to him feeling a little alarmed and asked him what the matter was. He said he felt there was someone in the house waiting to attack him. I then decided not to leave him alone and after locking the main door, I took him to his bedroom and asked him to lie down. I asked him he wanted to change his clothes but he shook his head and asked me to sit with him till he felt better. I sat next to him and he held my hand. He told me he was still feeling anxious and afraid and held my hand tightly.
He then complained of feeling hot and so I asked him if I could help him change into something light. He just stared at me that I assumed to be a yes and went into the bathroom to look. I found a t shirt and a pair of shorts and brought these back. He was still lying in bed and had unbuttoned his shirt all the way revealing a very nice chest, a flat stomach with a line of dark hair disappearing into his trousers. As I came into the room he unbuckled his trousers and lowered these. Underneath he wore white briefs.
I handed over the t shirt and the shorts to him and avoided looking at him thinking he might feel awkward changing in my presence. I was in for a surprise. He took off his trousers as well as the briefs showing his soft cock and a trimmed bush and with his shirt unbuttoned all the way he was practically naked. He then stood up and turned around showing his perfectly shape ass and put the shorts on. He took off his shirt and lay in bed again bare-chested. He then asked me to fetch him a glass of water.
Even though it was not obvious to me if he was sending me an invitation, I was getting hard just looking at him undressed and lying in bed. The combination of bhang and Vinod lying half naked in bed was making me horny. But I didn't feel confident enough to take a definite step.
I got him a drink of water and when I handed it over to him he asked me to sit down. I did, hoping my hard on wasn't too visible. He sat, reclining on his elbow and sipped water. His naked torso looked sexy and I had to restrain myself from touching him. He still looked unwell and his eyes were a little unfocused. After taking a few sips he put the glass on the side table and lay down again.
Suddenly he sat up again with a jerk and hugged himself. His eyes were full of fear and he again told me there was someone out there. He then clutched my arm and pleaded, "Please don't leave me alone". In a reflex I put my arm around his bare shoulders and hugged him, drawing him close to me. He hugged me back. I couldn't decide if he was actually that frightened or he was trying to get me into bed. What I knew was that I had a raging hard on and was beginning to leak pre-cum in my shorts. I was ready to jump him but somehow restrained myself. Guys like Vinod can make a U turn all of a sudden, pretending to be horrified.
I decided that enough was enough. Very calmly I told him that I won't leave till he was feeling okay and that he should lie down and let me lie next to him. I then pushed his back to his pillow and slipping my sandals off I climbed into bed and laid next to him and put a comforting arm on his chest. I told him to close his eyes and try to sleep.
He turned on his side, his back towards me and taking my hand in his hand, placed my arm around his waist. Quietly I unbuckled my belt and unzipping my trousers, lowered it along with my briefs, freeing my rigid cock. It was now leaking huge amounts of precum.
I slowly lowered my hand wrapped around Vinod and touched the waistband of his shorts. Vinod just lay there. Tugging at the draw string I opened it and tried to pull his shorts down. Vinod didn't resist. I then slipped my hand inside and touched his cock and was delighted to find it was already semi hard. I held it gently and pressed lightly. It started getting harder and soon it was erect. For me there was now no going back. I tugged at the shorts with a little more confidence and meeting no resistance, removed it. Vinod now lay totally naked – all six feet of a firm and supple body, moderately hairy. His cock now standing freely, the skin pulled back from the head. He had put one of his hands across his face, avoiding eye contact with me. Not to say it bothered me.
I bent and taking the head of his cock into my mouth began to suck it gently, moving my tongue around the ridge. He moaned softly and arching his body slightly and his body went rigid. Holding the thick shaft I went to work on his cock that tasted fresh and clean in my mouth.
My tongue then started licking the shaft and went down to his tight balls, travelling further down in the crack. I turned him on the side and finally my tongue found its destination. I placed the tongue on the tiny hole and began licking it. Vinod reacted the way everyone does on being rimmed the first time: with unexpected pleasure. There was a faint "ah" and then a moan.
His cock was now really hard and I held it in my hand, stroking it gently but continued to wet his hole with my saliva, trying to prove with my hot tongue. His ass was round and firm and wonderful to touch. My cock was so hard now it was aching and was now desperate to enter Vinod's pussy.
I spat on my fingers and smeared the saliva on the head of my cock that was already covered with precum. I then placed the tip on the hole and pressed gently. As I expected, nothing happened. This hole had never been entered before, I knew for sure and I would not be able to access it without causing pain. I didn't want him to get put off by the pain and ask me to stop. I got off the bed and went into the bathroom to look for something that cold be used as lubricant. Right there on the shelf was a jar of Vaseline that I grabbed and returned to the bed. Vinod lay exactly in the same position that reassured me.
I returned to the bed and putting a blob of Vaseline on my index finger I put it on his hole and began to gently insert the finger. Without mush difficultly the finger went in. The inside was deliciously warm and moist. I kept the pressure on and soon I reached the tight sphincter. My finger gently probed that and in a reflex, Vinod tightened the muscle. I told him to relax and inserted my finger deeper and turning it around lubricated the sides.
Taking my finger out I again placed the swollen head on my steel hard cock on the hole and pressed with some determination. I felt the head reach the tight ring. I took a deep breath and lunged and could feel the head pop in. Vinod cried out in pain but before he could react, I pushed further, making my shaft slide inside as deep as I could. I was now home, my shaft being gripped very tightly by the walls of his chute.
Vinod was now quiet though I could sense the tension in his body. I held my position, feeling my cock get even harder surrounded by the warm velevety feel of Vinod's pussy. I couldn't believe I was fucking him in his own bed.
After giving him a minute or so, I pushed further and eventually the entire length of my huge, thick cock was swallowed by Vinod's hole. I explored with my hand and felt my pubes against his ass cheeks. The feeling of being inside Vinod was incredible; tight, hot and moist, it gripped my cock like a glove and my cock felt huge.
I began to fuck Vinod sliding my cock in and out of his hole slowly. The feeling was so fantastic that I couldn't help moaning. I turned him on his stomach and nailed him down with my weight, my cock going in very deep into his seemingly bottomless hole. He was quiet, lying there without moving, letting his ass to be drilled by me. I was resting my weight on my hands on bed and fucked him by thrusting my pelvis forward and back.
I decided not to increase the pace. I did however spread his legs further apart pushing them with my knees, making more space to move in and out. After being fucked for about five minutes Vinod raised his ass, resting his weight on his knees. I put one of my hands around his waist and held his cock that was hard and leaking pre cum. I began stroking it as I continued to fuck his ass.
I got bolder as I fucked him and then taking my cock out of his pussy I turned him around, making him lie on his back and placing his long legs on my shoulders, guided my hard Vaseline covered cock to his hole and pushed. The cock was swallowed by his hot, eager pussy once again and I began to fuck him a little harder. Vinod was moaning softly and held me tightly around my waist with his hands. I could feel his hard cock pressed between our bodies, getting rubbed as I fucked.
He began moaning loudly and began to scratch my back. He also was biting my shoulders. My body was now covered with sweat as I concentrated on moving my cock in and out at a pace that gave both of us maximum pleasure. His pussy still gripped my thick cock tightly. It was deliciously hot inside.
And then his body tensed and his nails dug into my back really hard and he bit my shoulder sharply. Before I knew it, he came and I could feel his warm sticky cum on my stomach. I pushed my cock in really deep and began slamming his ass, also wanting to come. In a few minutes I too emptied my balls filling him with my load and collapsed. I was breathing hard and my body was covered with sweat. I felt drained and wonderful. I wanted to keep my still hard cock inside him but he began to get restless and made me take it out. He then got up and went to the bathroom. I heard water running; he was probably cleaning himself.
I just lay there with a slight smile on my face and wondered if Vinod would let me fuck him again. People like him can go back into the closet very quickly. I felt reassured when he returned and instead of putting his clothes on, he lay next to me, almost touching me. We were both silent and I pressed my thigh lightly against his. He didn't move his leg and so I just kept it in contact with his leg.
A minute later, he turned on his side, his back to me and his ass sticking out. I silently said, "Wow" and also turned on my side facing his back and began to play with my cock that responded quickly and soon got hard. Vinod put his hand behind him and groped for my cock. I took his hand in mine and directed it to my rock hard cock.
Vinod stroked it; trying to get a feel of someone else's cock. I let him explore, getting aroused by it. I then put my hand under his knee and raised his leg, pushing it towards his shoulder. He didn't object. I then moved myself towards him and touched his hole that was now moist. I pushed my finger in and found it was lubricated well. I then placed the head of my swollen cock on it and very gently started pushing it in. The raised leg made it easier for my cock to enter his pussy and soon I was home.
Holding him tight by his waist, I started fucking him again. He placed his hand on mine and gripped it. His body was now more relaxed and the faint sounds he was making were of satisfaction and pleasure. I fucked him gently for a long time, going in deep into his hot and sweet hole. My huge size wasn't giving him any discomfort and he took it like a man. His chute was smooth and held my shaft tight. I felt really great and my cock felt like it was in a deep well of hot honey.
As I continued to fuck my cock got harder and although each stroke gave tremendous pleasure, I didn't feel I was close to climax; I went on and on, feeling wonderful. It must have been over twenty minutes that without any warning I felt I was about to come. I quickened my pace, my cock wanting to go deeper and deeper into the chute and then my balls tightened and I exploded. Well, it felt like an explosion and my cum filled Vinod's pussy, some of it leaking out.
I was breathing hard and held on to Vinod's body, my still hard cock pumping cum in spurts and then everything was still. My cock was still in the well of hot honey and I wished I could stay there forever.
I took out my cock that was still hard and red and glistening with my own cum. On an impulse I pushed it back into Vinod's hole, savouring the hot moist feeling of being inside his pussy. I kept sliding my cock gently in and out, the head of the cock still receiving pleasure from the friction though my balls were now empty.
Vinod seemed to have enjoyed being fucked as I was hoping he would. His body communicated his feelings of satisfaction quite clearly. Mentally however I was prepared to take the experience as a one-time thing but decided to make the most of it! Instead of getting up I began stroking his body, moving my hands slowly over the contours enjoying the firmness of his flesh. There was nothing obviously suggestive in the way my hands moved and he seemed to enjoy it. Stroking his tight bubble butt was particularly enjoyable and I did it for a long time.
Suddenly he turned towards me and putting his leg over mine, hugged me. His face was inches away from mine and could feel his hot breath. I could also sense his cock getting hard again. In turn I put my hand around his waist and hugged him tightly, feeling my own cock beginning to stir, rubbing against his. I also pushed my leg between his legs as I hugged him more tightly. I was rapidly getting hard once again. I rubbed my cock against his for a while and within minutes my cock was rock hard, eager to fuck again.
By now neither of us was pretending to be doing what we were doing under the influence of Bhang and I felt there was no need for me to be cautious in my approach. Boldly, I lifted Vinod's legs by placing my hands under his knees and bent them towards his chest till his knees almost touched his shoulders. His ass was raised and his hole was clearly visible, red and moist and invitingly dark from inside.
My cock gave a twitch at the sight and without delay I placed its hard tip at the entrance and pushed and in front of my eyes, it sank into the hot and smooth hole. Vinod's pussy gripped my throbbing cock tightly, its moist heat making me want to come almost immediately. Soon the eight inch shaft was buried into the hole, my bush touching Vinod's ass cheeks.
Sitting on my knees I fucked him slowly, watching my glistening cock come out and then go back into the fully stretched hole. I was in no hurry and was savouring every stroke. My cock felt bigger and harder as it drilled Vinod's hole. Once or twice I took out the entire cock and looked at the gaping hole. It looked moist and red and eager to take back my cock. I inserted my finger deep into the hole and heard Vinod groan. My cock soon replaced the finger and I resumed drilling the hole, slow and steady.
I touched Vinod's cock. It was hard and leaking pre cum. When I tried to stroke it, he removed my hand; he wanted to reach the climax on his own, it seemed. It was evident he was enjoying himself. There was no doubt in my mind he was getting fucked for the first time in his life. But he was a natural and I was wondering why he had resisted it so long. Mentally I shrugged my shoulders and continued to enjoy my good luck. Knowing that it was perfectly possible for Vinod to go back into a self denial mode, I decided to make most of the opportunity and started fucking him hard.
Vinod lowered his legs and wrapped them around my waist, gripping me tight. I leaned forward and he put his hands around my back, pulling me towards hm. I started slamming my cock with extra force, making him cry out each time I was into his tight hole that seemed bottomless and yielded to my cock's assaults. He had surrendered to my domination and his body was under my control, I felt; my hard cock controlling it.
I wish I could continue for a long time but I could sense the climax building inside me, bringing me to the brink. I tried to hold on but the hot, tight and sweetly moist hole finally won, making me shoot huge amounts of cum into the bottomless pit. I cried out aloud as I came, trying desperately to go on moving my still hard cock pumping its load and feeling I was in heaven. I came and came and with a final shudder, collapsed on him, my cock partially buried into Vinod's pussy oozing some of my cum.
I didn't want to get up and certainly didn't want to take my cock out of the hot pussy that still gripped my cock. I could sense Vinod tightening his muscles, squeezing my cock while he hugged me tightly. I was covered with sweat, panting. The climax was really intense.
The room was very quiet. I finally got up and went to the bathroom and washed myself. My soft cock ached slightly. I looked into the mirror and couldn't believe that my face didn't show anything of what I had just experienced. I looked at the watch and realized it was really late. I returned to the room and quickly put back my clothes. Vinod too had put his shorts and t shirt on and was sitting on the bed.
I mumbled something about getting late. Vinod didn't say anything but got up and walked me to the main door. As I turned to say goodnight to him, he came and hugged me and his hand gripped my cock. I stood there surprised at his boldness. He unzipped my trousers and with single mindedness took out my limp cock out and started to stroke it. Before I could recover, he sat down on his knees and took my cock in his mouth. I nearly screamed with shock and of course pleasure. I just stood there frozen, my mouth slightly open, as he sucked me. For the fourth time, I got hard; so hard that it ached. Vinod held the shaft in one hand as his mouth sucked the head, his tongue rolling around. I closed my eyes and surrendered to what was being done to my cock, my hand in his hair, pressing it.
And then he stood up breathing hard, his lips red and wet and whispered, "Fuck me". I didn't really need any invitation. My cock was rock hard, eager to plunder Vinod's pussy again. I turned him around roughly and with one swift jerk, tried to lower his shorts. It didn't go down and I tugged hard and the drawstring broke, the shorts falling around his ankles. I pushed him against the wall next to the door and without taking off my trousers, spread his ass cheeks with my hands and placing my cock between the crack, gave a shove. I missed the target and then Vinod guided it with his hand, placing it against his hole. I clenched my teeth and without thinking of Vinod, shoved really hard. Vinod cried out in pain but I had gone in, all the way, feeling the familiar warmth and the tightness of his pussy.
He placed his hands on the wall for support and spread his legs, pushing his ass out. I bent my knees slightly to stabilize my position and began fucking him savagely. My thick cock would ram into his pussy, making him cry out and then I would withdraw it almost completely only to go back quickly and ruthlessly. I was aware his tight hole was getting chafed but didn't care. I fucked him really hard, placing my hands on his shoulders. I remained fully dressed; only my cock was out fucking him like he was some whore.
It didn't last very long and after a final thrust, I came inside him, gasping and shuddering. I kept moving my cock in and out and most of the cum leaked out of his hole that looked ravaged. It was a deeply satisfying but exhausting fuck and felt like a conquest. The light above the entrance door was on and I could see that his hole was a little inflamed near the edges. It was open and cum was still leaking out. Vinod pulled up his shorts and held it there with his hand.
Without saying a word, I zipped my trousers and stepped out of the door. I sat in the car and waited till my breathing had become normal. I heard Vinod lock the door from inside.
I reached home feeling a bit exhausted. My wife woke up when I lay down in bed and I told her I was with Vinod as he was sick. Well, it was partly true. I couldn't sleep for a long time, feeling restless and wondering if what happened tonight would lead to something.
I met Vinod again perhaps after a couple of months in a family gathering and he behaved as if nothing had happened. I wasn't surprised. Considering how we were related, it was inevitable that we would bump into each other. We also had common friends and so we met each other again and again. I could detect nothing in his behaviour to suggest that anything at all had happened between us. I got the message and didn't even try to find out. I thought it was a pity; we could have continued and no one would ever suspect and it would be so natural for both of us to meet but then, such is life.
Six months after that night I had just come out of the shower that the phone rang. It was Vinod. He made polite conversation, enquiring about my parents' health telling me about the politics at his office. I was beginning to get impatient. It was 7pm and I had to go and meet a few friends. I was wondering when he would come to the point. And then he told me casually that his wife had gone away to be with her mother and he was alone, getting bored. My heart began to beat faster and I gripped the receiver in my hand but didn't say anything. And then after a pause he said hesitatingly, "I was wondering if you were free later in the evening and would like to drop in for a drink".
I took a deep breath, feeling my cock getting a little hard and said politely that yes, I would.
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