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The Driver Pt. 2
Once Anish turned over and went to sleep. I was desperate to touch myself, but I was too shy and too worried about the bed creaking and waking up the whole house. I could feel the warm puddle of precum in my shorts leaking out of my steel-hard erection. This is terrible. I knew someone else would probably be handwashing my undies and I didn't want to do that to the poor maid. Or god forbid my grandmother... ok that did the trick-- instant soft cock.
The jet lag eventually hit me and I fell sound asleep. A sunbeam from the warm morning sun hit my face and awoke me gently. The house is in the countryside and so peaceful in the mornings. The only sound was the gentle cooing of the birds that waited in the yard each morning for my grandfather to throw birdseed at them.
I lay there for a few moments, gathering my bearings. It was then I realized that my hand was in my shorts wrapped around my morning wood. I looked over to my right. Anish was awake and lying on his side looking at me. At some point in the night, his short shorts had come off. He was lying there shirtless, in his tight Lycra briefs. One hand propping his messy bed head up the other absentmindedly stroking up and down his smooth chest.
Fuck-- he's even hotter now that I'm less tired. He smiled at me and said "Good morning", he looked down at my hand wrapped around my dick and winked. I felt the blood rush to my face, mortified as I yanked my hand out. He chuckled, paused and put his hands in his briefs, and readjusted his clearly hard cock. I got a brief glimpse of his full bush and shaft. "It's the same for boys all over the world" he whispered. With that, he got up, found his shorts, pulled them back up, pulled on a shirt, and left the room.
I covered my face with a pillow and stilled a scream. What is happening?! Was he hitting on me? Was this just normal male bonding here? He couldn't possibly be hitting on me, I told myself but the throbbing morning wood wouldn't listen- still straining against my shorts begging to be let free from its cage.
I reached down and gave it a few tugs. In my mind, I listed the reasons I should stop- 1) I can't cum in my shorts 2) the bed could freak and the whole house might hear 3) He could walk back in and catch me... but my hardon didn't care.
Boom
The door popped open, startling me. He stood in the doorway with a towel around his neck, and a toothbrush in his mouth. "You're not finished with that yet? Hurry, everyone is going to be up soon" and then he just stood there with a smile watching me, a look on his face like he was waiting for a show.
I swallowed hard nervously, but still gave it a few tugs as I looked right into his eyes and said "Maybe later". He winked again reached down to grab his cock through his shorts and said "Me too". He turned around and left and left the door wide open. I groaned to myself. Still unsure of what was happening.
The thing is, men in India are different, at least where I am from. People are very conservative when it comes to sex. It is completely unspoken about. But at the same time, they affectionate with the same sex in a way that is unheard of in America. It's not uncommon to see men holding hands walking down the street or with an arm over each other's shoulder- nothing sexual was happening there. Maybe this was just more of that.
I took my hand out of my shorts, licked the precum that was on my palm and thought of something to soften my cock. This was going to be a long few weeks one way or another...
The rest of the morning was normal. Breakfast, talking with family, laying out plans for the day of who we needed to see, and starting on shopping for the girls. Anish went home to his family and showered, changed, and came back by the time we were ready to go. He came back in a crisp white shirt with 3 buttons undone at the top, probably one too many for most people but I loved the extra hint of skin on his smooth chocolate chest. He was wearing a pair of tailored black pants today the shirt hanging right down past his zipper. I was in my summer uniform of khaki shorts and a T-shirt.
My sister and I were waiting in the living room as he came in. Everyone else is still getting dressed. He asks me to come outside and help him with something. I follow him to the car and help him to unload things he had picked up from the grocer. We are chatting about the weather and the day ahead. It's normal and light but I can't help but feel a sexual under current. As we walk back to the car His hand brushes against my lower back as he catches up to walk beside me. Then his hand catches mine. He's holding my hand- which is normal for him but oddly personal to me. His hand is warm, a little rough from manual labor,
He catches my eye and says "It's going to be a long day. Should I stay here tonight?" I'm not sure what to say. I feel like I'm being propositioned. "If you like" I responded hoping to sound nonchalant.
My sister was standing in the doorway and looked at us holding hands and snickered. She could tell I was uncomfortable, but not for the reason she thought. I let go of his hand and Anish walked to the front of the car. I looked at her rolled my eyes and mouthed "So weird! What do I do?" She laughed again and shrugged back mouthing back "Be nice!"
Once everyone was ready, we climbed back in the car. This time it was just me in front of Anish, but thankfully with more space between us. It was a fun day eating, seeing family, eating, shopping, and eating again. In the car, Anish was super charming- cracking jokes and telling stories to my parents. He was clearly enjoying being the center of attention and entertaining us. It was a hot day, he kept pulling up the legs of his pants to get a little relief. I noticed but played it cool as I noticed them getting tighter around his thighs and his bulge. He kept talking, but put his hand on his crotch, looked me in the eye, and gave it a few tugs without missing a beat in his story. I was the only one who could see that he was hard. And soon I was too.
We stopped at a store for the girls to go shopping and he asked my parents if they were fine without him. He wanted to rest in the car for a bit. They of course said sure. And then he asked me if I wanted to stay too since the shopping was just for the girls. He smiled and imperceptibly winked. Fuck. Fuckkkkk. Ok well, I couldn't get out of the car now- I was hard as a rock. I yawned at my parents and said the jet lag was hitting me and I could nap in the back seat for a bit. They agreed and said they would call when they were ready.
There was parking in the front but Anish pulled the car into a small alleyway between two shops. I wondered if I should hop in the back seat and pretend to nap. Before I could suggest he started asking me questions about life in America. How did I like school? Was it really like the movies? Were there a lot of Indians around us? And then gradually moved on to girls. Were they really slutty? Did I have lots of girlfriends (ha!)? And had I fucked any of them? Well as it happens I had one awkward night of sex with the friend that I took to prom. We had both decided that we were tired of being virgins and it was time to do something about it. I was a little shy about telling the story to him, but he was very interested. He really thought life in America was like living in a porn scene-- sex with anyone at the drop of a hat.
I wanted to impress him and he had many questions. Fine, yes maybe I embellished my sexual prowess a bit. As I talked his hand was on his crotch. I spoke with great detail about her tits and he unzipped. I had to keep going. I talked about her pussy with every filthy adjective I could think of given that this was my second language. He pulled his cock out as he asked questions. It was longer than mine- close to 7 inches probably, uncut with the skin retracted showing his shiny pink head. I stuttered but he encouraged me to keep talking. I could smell the musk from his balls. "Go ahead," he said. I thought he meant the story, but he was looking at my cock in my shorts. I'd never done anything in public like this. I was so nervous. "Do it, I don't want to alone" he said somehow demanding and pleading at the same time.
I cautiously pulled mine out of my zipper. And then I asked him what he had done with a girl. He started to tell me about a girl up the hill from his home who would do anything for a little money. I was grossed out but let him keep talking. He kept talking and watching as we stroked together. We matched each other's beat. He undid two more buttons of his shirt to reach in a play with his nipples. "Doesn't that hurt?" I asked as he was pulling on them. "Not it feels amazing and I just imagine doing to her. Want to try it?"
I reached my hand into my shirt awkwardly. "No, do mine" Oh. Now I was really nervous. Still confused as to why this cute seemingly straight guy wanted me to touch his nipples. I still felt like he was going to beat me up or blackmail me. But I couldn't help myself. I scooted in closer. Our knees touching, our hard dicks inches apart. I reached in and felt his chest searching for his nipple. His warm skin felt silky under my fingers as I rubbed it looking for that chocolate-brown nipple.
"Pinch" he breathed. I pinched. He moaned. With his free hand, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. I kept pulling on my cock and pinching his nipple. It was so hot in that damn car, the velvet seats, his breath on my neck, his sticky precum leaking out of his pink head. I felt a drop of sweat down my back and shuddered. He smiled thinking I was close. "Let's go," he said.
He wrapped the cloth around the head of his cock and I felt his hips thrust, 2, 3, 4 times as he shot his load into it. I could smell it and see it leaking through the cloth. "Ready?" He asked. "Yes," I whispered breathlessly. But I wasn't sure where to shoot. Before I could think about it. He pulled the handkerchief off his cock and put it onto mine, the warmth of his cum coating my cock. His hand covered mine. That's all it took. I blew my load on top of his, mixing it together. The smell of spunk filled the car as I shot the load I had been waiting 48 hours to release. "Wow," we both said. He held my still-hard cock and wiped the rest of the cum off the best he could but there was still a coating of cum on it. I wasn't sure if it was his or mine at this point and I didn't care. "Come on, there is a restroom in the store," he said back to normal.
He lead me inside and to the restroom and we watched each other wash the cum off our cocks. He smiled and said, "Maybe I should stay the night". "Ok," I said- in spite of what just happened I was nervous and still trying to play it cool. I couldn't wait to go to bed.