The Arrivals Terminal at New Delhi's Indira Gandhi International Airport was considerable crowded. People of all shapes, sizes, colour and creed, young and old, even children - a couple of them still active and restless well past their bedtime, men and women in all manner of dressing - salwars, saris, burkhas, kurtas, safari-suits, business-suits, saffron-robes, khakis, dhotis, jeans and even a few girls in mini-skirts. Well, you could find all your cast for a "Unity in Diversity" ad-film here, I mused to myself. Not quite, I corrected myself, there are no beggars and rag-picking children, but then they never were a part of such ads. Well, what's missing is your quintessential neta-type - I looked around for the much-reviled species. Another unwanted species is in much abundance here I registered - the khaki-clad policemen. The crowd is fairly representative of all the regions of India, but almost all of them seem to speak in one language, English or the Indianised version mixed with some vernacular (Inglish?). Another thing, they all have a common goal I mused - everyone had an air of expectancy about them, well, except a couple of guys dozing off on the chairs.
My amusing thoughts were interrupted by an exasperated voice, "Why is it taking so long?" It came from my companion, Adi. The question wasn't addressed at anyone in particular, so I just kept mum. A quick glance at the watch informed me that it's now 25 minutes since the announcement of the landing of the Air France flight. It's not out of ordinary for the flight's passengers to take half an hour to get past the immigration and customs. I was besides myself with anticipation, but I tried to keep myself collected. Adi is pacing - I wondered why he is so worked up. And I wondered how Sid's taking it. Sid or Siddharth as he's known to friends and family, is the elder brother of my friend, Adi. At the moment, Adi and his family are my hosts in New Delhi and I've accompanied Adi to the airport to fetch his brother, who had moments earlier flown in from Paris.
Our acquaintance goes a long way back - another time, another place - but I will be seeing Sid after many years. From what little I've gathered, Sid is still single at 32 and a successful surgeon in Luxembourgh. I'm told that hasn't changed much, but I could hardly expect him to be the 19 year-old that I last remember him as. Back then, the brothers with just the two years separating them were almost split-images of each other - just a couple of inches in height to differentiate them, Sid was taller at 6'1". If I went by how Adi looks today, I'll be in for a rude shock, Adi had put on quite a lot of weight and he looks older than his 30 years. To be very fair to Adi, he's still an attractive chap despite his extra baggage, but I'd be very disappointed if Sid too looks like him.
Another time, another place - seventeen years ago in a small town called Shillong, in the North-Eastern Indian state of Meghalya. I was an impressionable 13 year old, my very first day at a new school. I was befriended by this boy who sat next to me - he too was new to the school - his name was Aditya Dhingra and he wanted me to call him Adi. Adi was new to the town, his family had only recently moved in to Shillong, following his father's posting here. After school, we walked out together and at the school gate we bade each other goodbye. Just outside the gate, Adi's brother was waiting for him - well, we weren't introduced to each other, but it wasn't difficult to place him. That was the first time I laid my eyes on Sid. I don't think, I thought much of him that very first day. I guess I must've noticed his height and his likeness to Adi. And I must've guessed that he was our senior at school. But I guess that would be about all.
As the school year passed, me and Adi became the best of friends, we were almost inseparable. I see Sid often, but we hardly spoke to one other. I didn't take much note of Sid in the first few months - he was just there and Sid too, on his part ignored me - but as the academic year progressed it became hard not to notice Sid. Sid was everywhere - he excelled in academics, sports and other curricular activities in school - he was almost larger-than-life and I began to be attracted by Sid. I longed to be recognised by him and I longed to be inside his charmed circle. I tried getting close to him through Adi, but that was not to be - Adi resented the attention Sid was getting. I valued Adi's friendship and so I only admired and worshiped Sid from afar. Well, I attempted to strike up a conversation twice or thrice but I was unsuccessful at it. It wasn't that Sid was aloof or arrogant, I guess he just didn't see me to be much more than a pest, like Adi was to him.
Around the same time, I was going through my sexual awakening, I was finding out that I was sexually attracted to good-looking males. I was becoming aware of how different I was - the other boys were all agog about the girls and the female body, but my interest were in the male form. My hormones were raging and Sid was just there, looming large, providing an ideal muse for my fantasies - I hardly noticed my hero-worship turning to infatuation. It was a confusing time - I was both excited and ashamed of my feelings for Sid. I felt that I couldn't afford to let my feelings be known, but I couldn't stop myself from thinking about Sid in sexual light. I was so infatuated that there was a time when I sniffed Sid's clothes when I was left on my own by Adi, alone for some time in the room he shared with Sid. I wasn't particularly proud of that memory.
It was only a year later that Sid warmed up to me. It was a Good Friday, the day being a school holiday I was invited over by Adi to their place. On reaching, I found Sid home alone - Adi had gone with his parents to Guwahati, a town three hours drive away, to fetch his visiting maternal grandmother. It seems Adi had forgotten all about me, only to remember en route to Guwahati - he had called Sid to tell me he was very sorry. Sid was nice to me, he wouldn't let me go without resting a bit and some refreshments. We made small talk while we waited for the orderly to come with Sid's "something cold for us to drink". It was a bit intimidating, I couldn't keep my eyes away from his certain body areas - it didn't help that he was in a one-size-too-small shorts and a tank-top that showed off his athletic body very well. I was lucky that all the while, Sid head was bowed down, he had been tuning his guitar.
When the guitar's tuning was done, he strummed Simon & Garfunkel's 'A Bridge over Troubled Waters', softly humming along. It was one of my favourites and I told him so. "Aren't you too young to appreciate this kind of music?" he quizzed. "I love almost all their songs - 'The Sound of Silence.' is my favourite." I said, trying to ignore his condescending look. " Great. Can you sing it?" he asked me and I nodded in affirmative. "Then accompany me with vocal harmonies - Paul Simon's part." he instructed me and started singing the first stanza of 'The Sound of Silence' solo. I joined in on the second stanza onwards.
"Wow! You're very good. It's the best duet I've ever sung." his face brightened up after the song. It was the best duet I've ever sung for me too - I gave my very best, it had felt like an audition of a life time, all through the song my eyes never left his lips, alert and ready to anticipate every nuance and every syllable that was coming out of him. I smiled happily. "You have a nice singing voice and a great sense of timing." he praised me. "Thank you. " I said blushing away.
We continued discussing about music - we had similar tastes. Soon we were having animated discussion about other topics as well - the drinks had come and gone, we had sung a few more songs. And then I realised that I'd been there for over two hours. I hoped that I haven't overstayed my welcome and made a move to excuse myself. "You don't need to hurry, do you?" Sid asked " Adi should be here any minute." He asked me to stay back and I did, we kept each other company for another half an hour and then Adi, his parents and grandma arrived and I was bereft of Sid's company. When Adi joined us, Sid went out to receive his grandma and disappeared thereafter - I came back home that day without even getting to thank him for his hospitality.
After that fateful day, Sid and I became friends of sorts. We got along well, but it wasn't really a friendship of peers like the one I have with Adi - there was always this distance. He was kind of patronizing - he got me to perform a duet with him at the Parent's Day celebration, persuaded me to act a minor role in a school-play he directed, and participate in debate competition. For my part, I combated my stage-fright to be as close to Sid as was possible - the only avenue I could not join Sid was in sports, 'bad' was an understatement, I stank at it. We spent a few holidays in each other's company - treks, picnics and movies - with or without Adi in tow. All throughout I had constructed this imaginary wall between us - two reasons for that. Firstly, I don't want to antagonize Adi by being too friendly with Sid as there's no love lost between the brothers. Secondly, I couldn't afford to let my guard down around Sid and let him get wind of my secret desires for him. That year was Sid's last year in school - I saw less of Sid as the year progressed as he got busy with his preparations for the school-leaving matriculation exams. The academic year went by and Sid performed very well in his exams - nothing much had changed, my preoccupation with Sid didn't abate and he was still in the dark about it. The following year, Sid joined college - we still see each other, but less.
Things continued the same between us, without much hitch or incidence, for the next two years - well, I suffered minor heartbreaks in silence. Once when he said something nasty about gays and later when I learnt of the couple of times Sid dated Aditi, one of my cousin's friends. Soon, too soon, time flew by and Adi and I left school to join Sid's college, by which time Sid had to leave for Delhi to pursue medical studies. He came to visit Shillong after some months during the Dushera holidays for a fortnight and that was the last time I saw him - a tall, achingly handsome, 19 year old with so much ahead of him. It never occurred to me that I won't be seeing him again for a long time to come - a folly of my youth. Two years later, Adi too left - his family was moving to Delhi. Adi and I kept in touch, I learned that Sid's doing very well and that Adi has got himself admitted to a business school in Pune. I too had moved away from Shillong to Ranchi, where I studied to become a doctor just like Sid. The initial steady flow of mails gradually turned into a trickle and then finally stopped. I guess we all were busy with our own separate lives, new places, new friends, different experiences. We were completely out of touch for more than a decade and then out of the blue, just three months from now, I received a call from Adi.
It was a freak incident. I'm now a practicing gynaecologist in a Kolkata hospital. One of my patients' husband works for a company that uses Adi's firm for consultancy - it so happened that this man had to be away in Delhi for some urgent business matter while his wife went into labour. On learning about his wife's condition the man made a telephone call to me to make sure she's alright and Adi chanced to be privy to this telephone call. He had caught my name in the conversation and later he queried the man and made sure that the gynaecologist the man was talking to was really me - after being sure, he took my number from the man and called me up. I was thrilled to get his call. We caught up with each other over the days through calls and e-mail and two months later he invited me over to Delhi. I could do with some days off from my hectic schedule, but what really clinched my nod to his invitation was the information that Sid too was coming home for a month's vacation. So, here I am with Adi at the airport, flushed with excitement at Sid's imminent appearance at the terminal gates arrival trying my best to look cool, calm and collected.
My nostalgic reminiscing was interrupted by an announcing we've been waiting for. There's a flurry of activity around us. "Finally" Adi sighed. I stood up and we made our way to the receiving arena - there was a lot of rush, pushing, pulling and jostling for the best position - relatives here to welcome their loved ones from abroad, uniformed chauffeurs with some 5-star hotel's placard welcoming foreign guests. Soon the passengers were coming in ones and twos, then a steady flow but there still was no sign of Sid. And then he appeared. "There's Sid!" Adi pointed him out to me, but I had already spotted him - he stood out in a crowd, both literally and figuratively. I could've recognised him anywhere - he really hasn't changed much. Sid has caught Adi from the crowd. Well, he's got older - he's 32, I quickly calculated - well, he looks his age I corrected myself. Sid's now making his way towards us. Actually, he looks much better than I last remembered him - still the heartbreaker, more so now. He's still retained his 'essence' - tall, trim, looks-that-could-kill, athletic gait and his unruly hair. The brother's are now hugging and Sid's line of sight fell on me - there's recognition in his eyes. He smiled his well-worn smile at me and I smiled back.
"What a surprise!" Sid beamed his arms stretched out to reach me. Adi turned and started to do the honour of introducing us. "I remember Justin very well." Sid dismissed him. "You look great!" I told Sid. "You look great too!" he responded. "I'm the only one who's not looking great!" Adi complained in mock hurt. "You look prosperous!" I told Adi and we all shared a laugh. "But seriously, you look wonderful. What's the secret?" Sid turned to me. "He gets to probe a lot of pussies, he's a gynaecologist", Adi enlightened. "Oh! Gross!" I exclaimed in distaste and Sid frowned a little. Adi relieved him of his luggage trolley. "Are you based here in Delhi?" Sid queried me. We shared each others' news as we made our way out to the car park. On our drive back to the city, we made small talk about his flight, Delhi's oppressing summer and reminisced about Shillong. At one point, Sid asked us, "So you two kept in touch all through these years?" We related to him how we got back together after more than a decade of silence. "Ah, that's why I didn't hear anything about you from Adi." he remarked. "Fate has a funny way of throwing things on our way." he added.
I headed straight for the bedroom on reaching their parent's place, leaving the family to have some private moments on their own. I tried to sleep but I couldn't - my thoughts of Sid won't let me. My old desires and feelings for him were back, familiar it seems but now it's with a vengeance. I could see him in my mind's eye - his devilish good looks, more than sufficient to send me groveling on my knees. I realised that I was subconsciously touching myself. What the heck, I told myself and gave myself in to my over-the-top fantasies about me and him. Masturbation normally eased and assuaged my sexual tension, but not this time. It had just the opposite effect - I came thrice, in quick succession, stopping finally, exhausted and sore, but my desire still not satiated. I wonder how I was going to last the week. I wondered if I can come out unscathed after spending the next few days in close proximity of Sid.
The next morning I got up late, Sid too. We had breakfast together - the rest of the family had already had theirs. Lunch was together, special - Sid's favourite dishes I'm told. It was an unbearably hot afternoon - the mercury must've reached the lower 40s - and we decided to stay indoors. Adi excused himself to repair some household appliance and left me and Sid to watch a bit of TV. He surfed through all the channels, finding nothing to watch. "I wonder how you guys keep your sanity" he remarked. "There really is no escape from Bollywood, no? Thirty-something Hindi entertainment channels, and all they offer is stupid Bollywood song-and-dance!" he complained. "It's not called the Idiot Box for nothing" I contributed. "It's the most senseless thing. Now look at this." he had stopped at one of the channels showing Mallika Sherawat, the current rage, chained and gyrating amid a dozen leather-clad men. "That's from a movie, no? Now, where would you place that in a movie's narration?" he continued. "They call it an item-number" I shed some light. "Nonsense. Stupid. Vulgar" he ranted.
We later settled down to watch a kid's science program on Discovery. We talked about the present state of India. How we all have our values and priorities misplaced. Our moral guardians talking of the superiority of Indian culture vis-a-vis foreign ones. "But what really is Indian culture?" he asked. "Isn't culture a living, evolving thing? We can't lay much claim on the arts and architecture of our forefathers. At present, ours is a dead culture - nothing new is happening here. Good or bad, the much hated America has a thriving culture. Look at the Indian music scene - the only non-film songs that's happening is this Asian underground music from UK. A billion plus people surely must have stories and experiences of their own to share with the world, but no. No, it's not that we are culturally bankrupt, just that no body is willing to back the talents or give them a chance - only hacks are being encouraged." He mostly blamed Bollywood for it - it's just a star-system, just glamour and 'chamak-damak', not a iota of aesthetic, artistic or social value - it had no room for experiment or creativity. Escapism is acceptable he argued, but an overdose of escapism! Some reality check is badly needed he reflected. "True," I said, "but I'm afraid it's maybe worse than you think - you should take a look at the saas-bahu serials on primetime-TV." "Baah! You want me to puke?" he said. He's very passionate I mused. Next in his line of fire were the politicians - he had surfed to a news-channel during the commercial break and chanced upon a political scam story. "Well," I told him "things aren't very right with India, but don't get so worked up about it - nothing much you or I could do about it - just enjoy your vacation." Then we got to the subject of Bush's war on terror - he passionately defended Old Europe's stand on it. God, I love to debate with him I thought and I realised that he was the one who got me into debating in the first place.
We later retired to our own rooms and I took a small nap. When I woke up, I wanked to Sid's image, showered and got dressed for an evening out in town with Adi. But later, Adi wasn't feeling very well so he bundled me off with Sid who was to meet a couple of his friends. I didn't want to intrude but Sid was insistent and we went out together. We drove to Khan Market, where we were joined by two of Sid's classmates from his AIIMS days and we made our way to this multi-cuisine restro-bar in Connaught Place on the recommendation of one of them. Sid's friends were both amiable chaps - a strikingly handsome pathologist and a tall, thin, gangly surgeon. I was a bit disappointed to learn that the pathologist was a married man, the only one in the group. Besides that fleeting disdraction by the handsome pathologist, my whole attention was honed on Sid. I thought I shouldn't be too obvious, but I needn't try very hard - the three friends were busy catching up on each other, reminiscing about their student days and Sid was being updated on the whereabouts of their other classmates. I just sat back and listened to their recounting, pitching my bit to their conversations whenever I'm included from time to time. I was happy just to discover this part of Sid's Iife that I didn't know, happy just to soak in his every hand-gestures, every facial _expression, his smiles and his occasional booming laughter. I did try to focus myself on other things besides Sid, but he was this magnet drawing my attention towards him. Sid ordered for himself vodka with lime-cordial - my favourite poison - and I followed suit. The pathologist settled for a beer while the thin surgeon had whisky-on-the-rocks. The married guy excused himself off early after a couple of beers and the three of us ordered for ourselves a Vietnamese dinner.
We got back to the house well before midnight - Adi was already in bed. We both retired into our bedrooms after a while. I tried sleeping without much success - my head was full of Sid. At last I thought of getting myself something to read so I tiptoed my way to the living-room - I found a collection of short stories by Tennessee Williams, my favourite playwright. As I was making my way back to the room, I bumped into Sid. "Can't sleep." he complained. "Me too - thought I'd read this." I told him gesturing to the book in my hand. "Hmm... I like his plays, but those short stories... well, they're a nice collection, but a bit too dark if you ask me." he suggested. "Anyway, I'm curious - have read any of the stories." I said. "Don't read up too late. We have to be up early tomorrow morning." he said and bade me goodnight. I got back to the room and finished one story. I was reflecting on the story when I just nodded off to sleep.
I woke up to see Sid's face - he was waking me up - he was already dressed for jogging. "Get up you lazy bones - get up!" The first thought that crossed my mind was that I must be looking horrible - well, I just rushed out to the bathroom and freshened up and when I came out, Sid had left the room. I was getting out of my pyjamas when Sid barged in. "I'm sorry I forgot to knock." he apologised. "It's okay." I assured him although I was quite self-concious about being in a state of undress in front of him - I quickly stripped off my pyjamas and hurriedly got into a pair of shorts I'd taken out earlier. Sid was still watching me as I got off my nightshirt, got into a t-shirt, pulled on a pair of socks and a new pair of jogging shoes, which I'd just bought a couple of days earlier. Adi wasn't feeling up to it and so it was just the two of us. Sid drove us to Nehru Park and we returned back after jogging a couple of times around the park. "Morning's a better time to jog here - it becomes quite seedy in the late afternoons." he commented about the park. Well, I knew that the park becomes a cruising place for the city's gays in the evening but I didn't say anything. I was quite disappointed that his views regarding homosexuality hadn't changed much since Shillong.
That afternoon Adi was feeling better and the three of us planned to go for a movie. Once again Adi backed out at the last minute saying that he had an urgent work to attend to at the office, so it was just Sid and me and I was't particularly happy about it - since Sid's arrival, I haven't spent much time with Adi. There wasn't that many choices in the films that were currently showing and we decided on watching a Hindi film called 'Maqbool' which had quite an impressive ensemble cast. Sid wasn't very enthusiastic about it, but went along. We both enjoyed the movie - it was an interesting adaptation of Shakespeare's tragedy, 'Macbeth' set in a Mumbai underworld. "So you see, Bollywood isn't past redemption." I smirked. "Okay. Still one good film in a year cannot redeem the industry that churns out a thousand plus films in a year!" he countered.
After the movie we went out for some shopping - Sid wanted to buy some shirts. Sid was still not in when we returned. It was quite late to go out gain for the evening, so we decided to stay in and spend the evening with the elderly Mr. and Mrs. Dhingra. Adi was still not in even at dinnertime - after dinner, Sid's parents retired to their bedroom leaving the two us in the living room. "I have a bottle of vodka with me - care for some more?" Sid asked me "We can try drinking it the Odessa way you told us about yesterday" he suggested. "Okay." I went along - a little pissed that Adi was still not in. In the kitchen we found a tin of caviar and some mean-smelling cheese. Minutes later we got into Sid's room with a plate filled with some caviar and cheese, two empty glasses and two cups of strong, black coffee.
Sid took one small sip of neat vodka, then took a sip of coffee and followed it with a nibble of the offensive smelling finger-food. "Wow!" he remarked and tried once more. "Vodka is made to be had this way." he judged. "It goes much better with a dry-fish chutney." I told him. "Yuck!" Can't stand that smell - this is good enough for me." he said. Soon we were conversing about other things as we nursed our drinks. Then we got talking about Adi - he was still not in - about his fiancée, Shweta, his marriage early next year and how after marriage he'll be at the beck and call of Shweta much like that pathologist friend of Sid's. Poor Adi we mused. I must've been pretty drunk because I heard myself asking Sid the one question I avoided myself and the one question I wouldn't have asked others if I were in my right sense. "What about you, Sid? Any plans for marriage?" I regretted the question as soon as I said it. Sid had this funny look on him - I couldn't make out if it's surprise, suspicion or shock, maybe all three.
After what seemed like a lifetime, he responded "Didn't Adi tell you? I'm gay" "You are!?" I could feel my jaw dropping. "Sorry, I didn't mean to shock you." he said. "No, no." I protested, "I didn't know." "How could you have known?" he asked. "I mean, how could I not know. I meant... I'm not making much sense, am I? Well, back in school I had this big crush on you." I blurted out. He was dumb-stricken for a moment or so, he had this blank look and then he smiled slowly. "You mean you're gay too?" he asked. I nodded. "So, you had a big crush on me back then, huh?" he asked. "Big time" I answered. He was thoughtful for some time and then said "Sorry, I didn't noticed it." "Well, I tried my best not to show it and I guess I was successful." I smiled sadly. "Ah! Well, it's not like I totally ignored you, no?" he consoled me. I agreed. He quizzed me some more about my crush on him and I filled him out on it. "But you were just a kid then!" he remarked. "I was not!" I protested with some indignation, "I am just a couple of years younger than you." "Is it? Just a couple of years?" he asked incredulously. "Yes. I'm thirty now and if I'm not very mistaken, you're thirty-two." I informed him. "Hmmm. But you don't even look a day older than twenty-five!" he said, "You could even pass off for a college student." I'm aware of my looks - it's been a more of a bane than a blessing - it's been difficult for me to get people to take me seriously and professionally, I had a very tough time to make my patients trust themselves with me - just because I look younger than my age. But to pass off for a college student, that was too much exaggeration I felt.
"Anyway, I think I was too busy in my own affairs to have noticed your crush on me." he said. He was thoughtful for a while and then he said "I had a crush of my own. Remember Rafael?" I remembered him, one of our school's stars athletes. "Rafael Gomes?" I wanted to be sure. "Yes. I had a crush on him. All those activities I took up in school - just to get his attention. He took notice of me, we kind of got close and then one day I made a move on him - he rebuffed me - he mocked and laughed at me - after that, well, all my focus was on beating or besting him in everything he did - it continued till college - I even tried to steal his girlfriend." he was smiling to himself. "Aditi?" I asked. "Yes. How did you know?" he asked me. "She was my cousin's best friend - I heard that you two dated for sometime." I replied. "But, I could never have imagined that you'd be capable of such vengeance." I added. "Ah! You don't know me at all!" he sneered in mock menace. "But that Aditi episode was the limit! I soon realised my stupidity - I called up and spoke to Rafael - he was quite cool about it." Sid too looked quite cool about it. "By the way, those two are married to each other - I saw their marriage photos in my cousin's at Shillong. "Really? Wow!" he said and was lost in thought.
"I did notice you - notice you in a sexual way, that is." Sid revealed and took me by surprise. He looked at me to see my brows up. "I think I was in college then." he started, "We had gone for this movie in Anjali cinema hall and there was one man who was looking at you - you know, full of lust. And he started following us and we had to run away." I nodded in remembrance. "You remembered?" Sid asked and I nodded again. "I was angry - you were just a kid and he wanted you. I could've killed that man there and then, but later, thinking back calmly about what happened, I could see what he saw in you - it was the first time I realised that you were sexy in a way. Sexy and innocent, both at the same time, but I guess I saw myself as your elder brother in those days." he said. "I think I still see myself as your big brother." he added winking and I pouted is displeasure. "You're very cute." he pinched my cheeks. "You had this deadly combination of innocence and sex-appeal - you still do, you know that?" he was looking at me. My mouth was dry and I took big sip of the vodka forgetting that it's neat - I almost spitted it out. "I've a confession to make." I told him. "Another one?" he taunted me.
I remember that particular incident quite vividly. While Sid was queuing for the show's tickets, I got busy checking out the guys and there was this lone guy - he must've been in his mid-20s, quite attractive to look at - our eyes met, signals were communicated and our gaydars perfectly in tune. Then Sid returned with the tickets and our mating dance had to stop from my side. Minutes later, when we entered the cinema hall, I could see the guy following us from the corner of my eye - I just tried to be calm and ignored it. At the interval too I saw him trying to catch my eyes but I acted as if I didn't see him. After the movie, Sid and I had gone for a coffee and this guy had followed us to the coffe shop too. I was alarmed - I knew what was happening, but I still tried to keep my composure. I was cursing myself for my recklessness, it's not just that I had risked Sid's friendship - I haven't had any experience then and I was only fooling around, not really wanting it. Then Sid started taking notice of the guy and he became visibly agitated - I had kept up with my innocent acting. Sid rushed us through coffee and lead me away, hurriedly paying the cashier. I had asked Sid what was happening and tried to look behind - I got a brusque rebuke from Sid, "Nothing. Just follow me and walk faster! And don't you look back!" We ducked into small alleyways, zigzagged our way through the small lanes and scampered around the marketplace. After we finally lost the guy he explained that there was someone following us. I acted innocent and I queried him who was folowing us and he said, "I don't know. But I know what he wanted - Bloody Pervert!" "What?" I kept on. "Nothing!" he snapped at me. Sid dropped me home - he was incommunicado throughout the time and I didn't dare say anything to him. "Are you mad at me?" I later asked we were parting. "No. Sorry I was in a bad mood. The movie was nice, wasn't it?" he smiled and tried to be cheery. That night, I didn't sleep well - I was cursing myself for my stupidity - I could be raped I realised, or worse, Sid too. I was heart-broken too, I thought he hated gays - didn't he call the guy a 'Bloody Pervert'? But then I reasoned that it's for the better - that I'm forewarned - that I should be more careful around Sid. And I was sad - I had to forget about my hopes of shagging with the object of my desires, I could but only admire him from far.
"Sid, I hope you won't be mad at me." I started. "That guy who followed us - I sort of came on to him while you went for the tickets." I confessed. "What!", he exclaimed, "And I thought you were very innocent!" "It's true." I told him. "Devious. Wicked. You really must be a devil in disguise" he told me, but I could see that he wasn't angry. "I'm very sorry." I apologised, "I realised only later what danger I put both of us in." Sid grunted in response. "What danger! I could've beaten him up." he said. "But you're a loveable devil", he warmed up to me. "I could kiss you right now!" he added. I waited but that kiss never came.
"So you're out to your family?" I asked Sid. "Yes. I broke it to them when I was doing my post-graduation. Daddy and Adi were quite cool about it. Mama was a problem - you know how mothers are - tears, emotional blackmail, guilt that they made a mistake in parenting. Well, she came to terms with it after about two years - she's been the most supportive since." he recounted. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. "You're not... not out, are you?" he asked me gently. "No, not yet. I want to but..." I trailed off. "Well, it's okay. It's not easy." he consoled me. He probed me about my personal life and my non-existent love-life. I apprised him on the gay scene in India, how difficult it is to meet men, how deep in the closet most Indian gays are, how most of them delude themselves that they're bisexuals to justify their sham of a marriage, how relationships in India mostly amount to just stolen moments with not much shared except bodily fluids. He narrated to me that it isn't easier even in an open European society - he told me about his three failed attempts at relationships. We were already quite drunk and wallowing in self-pity when we realised that it's very late. Sid asked me to sleep with him. "I'll feel so much better." he said. We got into his bed, I waited for him to reach out to me and bridge the terrifying inches between us, but he was soon snoring away. He must've been very drunk and very tired I told myself. And I too drifted off to sleep.
I woke up the next morning to feel Sid's body moulded comfortably against my back, his arm surrounding my waist. I felt an urgent need to empty my bladder but I didn't dare to move a muscle for the fear of breaking this magical spell - so I willed myself to forget about it. But I must've stirred a little because I could feel his erection against my buttocks - I stopped to feel his breathing, it was relaxed and even - he is in deep sleep, it must be his morning stiffness I told myself and I could feel myself hardening. I savoured his warmth and comfort, quickly forgetting my own discomfort. I could smell his sweat, light and sweet, tinged with a faint smell of his cologne. In what little light coming through the windows from outside, I could make out the almost empty bottle of vodka, the glasses and the cups on the table a few feet away from the bed. Last light's binge - I reminded myself. I smelt my own breath, I was fairly satisfied - imagine what we'd be smelling like if we had beer or whiskey instead of vodka I mused to myself. "Justin, are you awake?", I heard Sid's voice behind me. "Yes" I replied, turning towards him. "I need to go..." I attempted to get up. I felt his strong grip on my wrist. "Don't!" he pleaded. "Bathroom. Pee." I explained. "Oh!" he said and released me.
Sid waylaid me as I came out of the bathroom. "Justin, I want you. Badly." he said. I couldn't read his face in the insufficient light but I could read the urgency in his voice. "Yes, Sid." I responded. He pulled me to himself by my arms and planted a series of short kisses on my lips. Soon his lips were prying mine open, his tongue probed into my mouth and my tongue met his - he tasted sweet - mouth-freshener - so, sweet of him I thought. Soon our lips, mouths and tongue were in frenzied exploration. And just as suddenly, the urgent kissing turned to a long, deep kiss. His hands left my arms to cup my face - my hands were caressing his back through his t-shirt. His lips left mine, "Oh, Justin." I attempted to call out his name, but his mouth had already enveloped mine. His hands were fumbling with the buttons in my night-shirt and I assisted him. He peeled the shirt of my back and I straightened my arms to let it slide to the floor. I lifted his t-shirt and in one swift motion he got it off his arms and head. My bare back was being caressed by Sid and I was running my fingers through his thick chesthair.
"Can I put on some light?" Sid asked. "Yes." I said. He moved towards the bed, pulling me along and switched on a bed-side lamp. "You're beautiful." he told me, giving me a once over, twice, thrice. "You're very handsome, Sid." I returned his compliment. He had thick growth of hair all over his chest, which tapers into a thin treasure trail from little above his navel into his shorts. I could see his erection straining his knitted shorts - his cock must be quite big I thought to myself - my own pyjamas were tenting too. He closed in, applied his lips on mine, moving on to my cheeks, ear, neck and shoulders, his hands were all over my chest finally stopping at my stiff nipples. "Your skin is so smooth." he said tweaking my nipples lightly. He then got down on his knees, my abdominal muscles tensed as his hands descended to my waist - he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of my briefs and in one yank pulled down both my pyjamas and briefs. "Oooh!" he cried as my erection sprang out and bounced to finally point straight at his face. I stepped out of the pyjamas and brief around my ankles. Sid's one hand was now on my testicles, feeling their weight, while the other stroked my erection. He kissed my dick lightly, while his eyes kept in contact with mine. "It's beautiful." he rose. I smiled at him. "Justin, I don't know what to say." he said, his forehead on mine. "You don't have to say anything." I smiled and gave him a small kiss - my whole attention was on his bulging crotch, my hands felt it's stiffness through his shorts, it's big - no doubt about it.
I pulled at the drawstring on his shorts and loosed it at his waist. I pushed his shorts down overcoming the resistance his manhood was exerting. A "woah!" escape my lips and I knelt down awestruck in front of him, almost in reverence. If I were a cartoon character, my tongue would've rolled out to the floor, I mused, and the rest of me would have followed swooning to become a flat two-dimensional stain on the floor. "You like it?" Sid was asking. "Yes, yes." was all I managed. "Yes? Do you think you can handle that monster?" I heard a voice in my head. I've only seen anything this size on pornstars. I actually trembled as I reached out to touch Sid's immense erection. I wrapped my fingers around it and they don't meet - it's as thick as my wrist, I noted. A little veiny and it tilts a wee bit to the side, I registered. Well, the one-eyed monster was awe-inspiring, I mused, if God is male I'm sure he had a member just like Sid's. A string of pre-cum was drooling and I couldn't help myself from tasting it - I tentatively licked Sid's glans and his eyes closed for a moment savouring the sensation. His balls looked small drawn up in their hairy pouch - they aren't really small, it was just the relative size as compared with his dick. He's very hairy, I noted my hands feeling the hair around his ass.
I encircled Sid's stiff thick-girthed dick with both my hands and ran my tongue up the rough, veiny underside until I held the fleshy tip in my hands. I then dug my tongue between the folds of his foreskin and I curled my tongue around the head of his dick and sucked it into my mouth. Sid jerked in pleasure as I worked my tongue around his glans. In front of me, I was staring down his stiff, long and thick shaft - holding the head firmly in my mouth, I moved my hands in long strokes from the hairy base to the fleshy head lodged in my mouth. Soon I was intently sucking on his big erection, using all my considerable talents to tame it - he's enjoying it, I told myself. Sid was beginning to moan and move his hips in unison with my strokes. I had never felt this excited - my whole being just wanted to pleasure him - it was frightening too, I've never felt so selfless in sex before. My tongue was quite immobilised by the sheer size of his jaw-breaking cockhead, my stretched mouth was in a bit of a pain and with each motion - I could feel his erection swelling and getting stiffer and straining my mouth beyond it's ability and capacity to contain it, but I was past caring about myself. I wanted to deep-throat him, but was unsure of myself - I knew I could only get a little more than half of it inside my mouth. However, my enthusiasm got the better of me and I almost choked trying to stuff it whole into my face. "Take it easy, darling." Sid said. It felt like an admonishment for a while, but I continued - I was discovering that I don't mind making a fool of myself in front of this guy. I was happy to just get three-fourths of his throbbing stiffness into my mouth. I'll do it soon, I told myself - it will just need a little acclimatisation.
Sid was clearly getting near, he was moaning and trashing continuously - I sensed his muscles getting stiff and I began to stroke his shaft faster in hard, long strokes. Then suddenly, I felt Sid's hands on my shoulder, he wanted me to stop - I was a little disappointed, I could feel that he was almost there. "I don't want to come now." he said. He raised me up and kissed me. Then he started nibbling my ears - soon I was like jelly, moaning away. He licked my neck, his warm, wet lips moving on to my shoulders, my armpits. Ooooh, his tongue felt nice. He buried his face in my smooth chest kissing it and nibbled my nipples, biting on them lightly. Then he pressed me down to the bed to lie on my back. He started to kiss my abs, caress my thighs, I just laid back an enjoyed what he was doing to me. His head's now between my parted legs. He took my erection in his hands alternatively stroking it and kissing it.
"It's the most perfect dick I've seen." he said. "It's not big." I was a bit self-conscious, "It's small compared to yours." "Nonsense, it's perfectly sized. Six-and-a-half-inches in length? Above average for someone of your height." he said sizing it up. By the way, I'm only 5'8" tall. "Mine is a freak." he added laughing. His head was soon bobbing between my legs, his juicy lips up and down my slender erection. "That feels great!" I muttered my fingers locking across the back of his head almost plastering him to my crotch. He was soon in a feeding frenzy. I was almost near exploding when he pulled himself away. He rearranged my feet and lifted me so that he could have easy access to my ass. "Mmmm... You taste wonderful." he said in between his licks, his tongue flicked in the air, smacking his lips. I noticed that it's a great tongue. Sweet Lord! His tongue was everywhere - my dickhead, my balls, my ass. His hands were caressing my hips and my ass-cheeks and my hands kneading his shoulders. Sid leant over and grabbed my twitching rod, promptly put my straining glans into his large, generous mouth and gradually sucked my entire cock down his throat.
He engulfed my entire erection with his mouth and blew me like there's no tomorrow - I could feel myself oozing pre-cum - from time to time, he would remove my stiff and engorged dick out of him mouth and give it longitudinal licks with his almost snake-like tongue. I could feel his throat contracting around my cockhead and I felt a pang of guilt that I could take the whole of him inside my mouth. He kept an excruciatingly slow nad steady pace sliding my organ in and out his mouth. He would slowly pull his head away so that only the tip of my cock would remain in his mouth, and he would lapp at the sensitive skin with his tongue. He's good... really good at it, I thought to myself. He had me in the brink of explosion for more than 10 minutes as I twitched and writhed away on his bed, begging him to let me cum. The next thing I knew, my muscles tensed and I was bucking with pleasure surging through my entire body. Sid's fingers were stroking my testicles and I was moaning quite heavily. "Sid, I'm coming." I warned Sid, "I'm almost there... Sid..." I tried pushing myself away from him but he had me in a vice-like grip. He wanted me to come in his mouth I registered somewhere in the back of my mind. "Sid... oh.. I'm there... oh... oh... ohhhhhh... I'm coming." I moaned. With that pronouncement, the electricity shot through my body - I was involuntarily face-fucking Sid. And then my seeds erupted into Sid's mouth - there were several forceful spurts but Sid kept on sucking till the last drop is milked out. I was drained out - it felt like a small death - I flopped onto the bed.
I had never experienced such an intense feeling - it was a totally different experience - my orgasm was a seperate thing from my ejaculation. We laid silently for some moments - we didn't say anything to each other. Sid's head was on top of my crotch, his hands tracing invisible figures on my tense abdomen and my fingers were twirling the locks of his dark, wavy hair. I looked at him just in time to catch him looking at me - we both smiled at each other. I got up to cup his face and kiss his lips. "I've never felt this way before... I'm at a loss of words, Sid..." I told him. "You have the best tasting load - it's sweet." he said. I'm quite used to this compliment, but it was wonderful to hear it from Sid. "It's now my turn." I said and pushed him to lie flat on the bed.
I kissed him from head to feet, teasing him from time to time with licks, bites and sucks. I lifted one of his beautifully formed feet up to my mouth, thoroughly licking it. I nibbled on the arch of the feet, massaged the ankle and sucked each one of his toes. I could see that he was not used to lying back passively and was besides himself with excitement. "Oh Justin, that's the most sensual thing anyone's done to me." he gasped. And I repeated the same for the other foot. Then I took both of them and cupped my face with it, kissing them. I then moved up, caressing his legs as I go, till I reach his big boner flying full-mast. I took in the twitching, monstrous beauty for a moment - his foreskin was stretched to reveal a bulbous, pink, perfect helmet of a glans that was drooling with profuse amount of precum. It's the most inviting erection I've ever seen.
I bent over Sid's cock and gave the head a big tongue swipe - his precum tasted quite nice. I ran my tongue around the head and flicked my tongue at his slit. Sid wriggled a bit. I did some more, his head jerked to one side and he let out a fairly loud moan. I licked my way down and up his 8-inch shaft towards his testicles, twice or thrice before I lapped and sucked at the area between his scrotum and asshole, all the while stoking his shaft lightly. I then moved back to his stiff organ- I nibbled through it's length, coating it with my saliva, after which I took one of his hairy balls into my mouth and sucked on it. After performing the same thing on the other nut, I licked back up the length of his dick to his perfect helmet. I opened my mouth wide to engulf his pulsing erection. I let my tongue lick at his flesh and let my head slide down his shaft as my lips caressed the silky skin that wrapped his rigid pole. I could only slide down about three-fouths of this length - I remembered my earlier misadventure, smiled to myself and slid up again. Given some time, I'll get to bury my nose in that thick bush of pubic hair I thought to myself. I pumped my stretched lips up and down his joystick.
I worked on Sid's joystick my my mouth, lips, tongue and occassionally my teeth in a light bite as my hands streched to play with his erect nipples. Sid writhed in pleasure, his legs sometimes trashing out and moaning out load as I continue with my efforts. Sid was going wild with desire, panting and saying how much he wanted to fuck my face. He would sometimes grab my head with his hands and tried to push his enormous erection deeper into my mouth, only to restrain it moments later. I tried desperately to oblige him - I wished I had a bigger mouth - I grasped the pulsing base his shaft with one hand and placed the other hand around the other end, just below his huge glands and stroked them while sucking hard on his swollen dickhead. Then, Sid's hips started to thrust up, shoving more of his cock into my mouth. I removed one of my hands and slid it up his thighs stroking it gently.
Sid was now thrusting his hips up and down, fucking my face as it bobbed up and down his pulsating erection. I moved my hand inwards till I reached his puckered hole and massaged it, kneading it with my fingers. Sid's thrusting was getting franctic, his breath heavy and I could feel that he was near release and I let my other hand leave his now sensitive nipples to fondle his ready-to-explode-balls. "I'm.... yeah... about to come.... oh yes.... fuck... Justiiiin..." I could feel his cock doubling inside my mouth and suddenly Sid's entire body frooze. For a moment he was still, and then he bucked and with a shudder, he let out a powerful jet of his hot cum hit the back of my mouth splatting on my tonsils. "Oh... God... oh yea.... yess..." It hit so suddenly that I could literally see stars and I felt tears coming out of my eyes. Involuntary I swallowed the load just in time to receive the next spurt - he was coming in waves. With each mightly spasm of his body, his cock released a spurt of sweet-sour cum into my mouth - I swallowed as quickly as I could to make room for the next burst. "Oh... oooohh.... aaaaahhh.... Justin... aaaaaahh..." he moaned pumping his cock into my face even as his ejaculation subsided. "That was hot!" he said as he slipped away his now softening cock out of my face. He pulled me for a kiss and licked off the streaks of his cum that leaked out from the corner of my mouth.
"That was wonderful." I told Sid as I laid in his arms. He had lit a cigarette and we were taking drags of it in turns. He looked like a God in the afterglow. "Yes, it was. Like magic." he said pressing me closer to him, his gaze on something else - he seemed to be far away. I nestled myself closer to him, taking in his smell - there's a faint smell of our ejaculations, but I can smell his distinct scent - a pleasant, heady musk. Sid's eyes are on me - intent and searching. "What?" I asked. "Nothing." he smiled, "You look sexy." "Ready for another session, loverboy?" I teased him. "Sure. But I think we have to get out from bed now or we'll be missed on the breakfast table." "Yes." I agreed, glancing at Sid's watch by the bedside. "Hey, I'll leave you now." I got up to collect my clothes. "One last kiss." he pulled me back and gave me a long, deep smooch. "Can I go now?" "Scram!" he whipped my ass in horseplay. I got dressed while he looked on. We smiled at each other and I left him still naked in his bed.
I entered my bedroom to find Adi inside, looking out of the window. "I suppose it's redundant to ask whether you had a fun time last night." he started. He had this smug, all-knowing look with mischief lurking just underneath. "Are you trying to play Cupid?" I asked him point-blank. He broke into a big grin. "Did my arrows find their marks?" he asked. "How long have you known?" I asked him. "Known what?" he quizzed. "About... me.. us." I faltered. "Hey, it's easy - you two couldn't keep your eyes off each other." he answered. "You knew about me?" I questioned vaguely. "About you?" he prodded. "That I'm a homo!", I snapped. "Ouch! No, not really... well, I had my doubts... well, I knew you liked Sid, but I wasn't sure in what way... I could see that Sid had the hots for you... It was just a hunch." he said. "Hunch?" I repeated. "Yes. Your not having a girlfriend... you never talked about girls... and your interest in Sid... well, I just put two and two together... " he explained. "And then I put one and one together..." he added with a big grin. "Adi, you're making me feel like a guinea pig." I told him. "Sorry." he said but he looked insincere in his apology. "But the experiment was a success, no? Happily ever after?" he enthused. I couldn't help but smile at him. "Tell me what happened, my future brother-in-law." he teased. "Adi!" I rebuked. "Sorry. I don't really want to know. But are you two, you know, on?" he kept on. "Okay," I gave in "We had a wonderful time together - I think we both like each other, but we've not gone as far as to discuss if we'd like to take it further. Now can you take your nose off?" "Sorry. I won't interfere from now on. I promise." he pleaded. "Just promise me you'll be nice to my darling brother." he added. "You're incorrigible! Now shoo! I have to get ready for breakfast." I drove him away. "I just want the best for you both" was his parting shot.
Breakfast was fairly uneventful. Adi caught Sid winking at me and he was full of glee. Later when Adi caught my eye, he was all smiles - I gave him a dirty look and he cowered down - Sid saw the exchanged between us. "Why are you all so quiet today?", Mr. Parekh asked from behind his morning paper. The three of us started taking all at once and then broke out in laughter. "Something I said?" Uncle peeped through his newspaper. "No Daddy." Adi answered. And we were back in our element. I retreated to my room after breakfast - I needed to iron a few shirts. Sid came in after about an hour. He embraced me from behind and kissed my neck. "Adi knows." he said. "Yes. He knew that I slept in your bedroom. Did he say anything to you?" I asked. "Yes, he threatened to kill me if I broke his best friend's heart." Sid answered. "So sweet! He's an adorable pest." I remarked. "More adorble than me? I can be a pest too." Sid said. "No, you are the most adorable darling." I told him. "Not as much as you are." he replied. Soon we were kissing.
"Better lock the door - we don't want anyone walking in on us, do we?" Sid suggested. I nodded and left his embrace to bolt the door-latch. After locking the door, I turned to face Sid - he had positioned himself between me and the locked door. "Now, no one can come and rescue you. I'm going to ravishing you." he teased. "I don't think I want to be rescued." I told him. "Is that so?" he had pinned me to the door and was kissing my neck. Sid stood in between my knees. "I don't think I can get enough of your sexy body." he said looking at me. I just leant back and spread my knees, lost in the deep pools of his eyes. Sid moved in closer and pressed his hips into mine. He has beautiful eyes - I was thinking that I could gaze into them forever. "What are you thinking?" he asked. "Huh? Oh, was just thinking that you're my dream come true." I told him. He rewarded me with the most tenderest of kisses. The next thing I knew, Sid's hands were caressing my stiffening cock through my jeans. Soon, we were both just in our birthday suits admiring and exploring each other's bodies.
After a bout of passionately blowing in a 69 position, Sid and I went to the shower together - there again another we gave one another a quick blow-job. We came out the shower and dried each other's wet bodies. "Hot! I've been going crazy about it since I laid my eyes on your bubble-butt at the airport" Sid caressing my bare buttocks. I noted that his dick has once again grown to it's impressive size. "Really?" I was surprised. "Been wondering what it would feel like to bury my cock deep inside it." he said. I wondered too how his cock will feel buried deep inside me - it excited me no end. "Do you want to do it now?" I asked. "No, not now. Tonight, my darling." he said running his hands through my wet hair. I can't wait for tonight I though and gave him a warm hug. "Tonight, I'll ravish you." he teased. I moved in closer to him and he held me tight. "I think it's nearly lunch time." I said realising the time. "Oh yes. Gotta leave now." he said releasing me and got down to dress. "Remember! Tonight!" he said winking as he left the room.
In the evening, Sid, Adi and I went out for dinner - it was Adi's "peace offer for being a prick". Throughout the evening he jibed us and asked if we were sure that he wasn't being a "kabab mein haddi". After diner, he left us to visit his fiancee - "feeling amorous seeing you two lovebirds" he said. Sid and I drove to India Gate for a stroll and some ice-cream. We returned to find that Adi home cozying up on the couch watching a movie on TV, all alone - their parents had retired for the night. Sid and I watched the stupid film for about 10 minutes, all the while teasing each other with lascivious looks - till it got too much and I rushed off to my bedrooms making some lame excuses. I quickly undressed and went to the bathroom to clean myself - I couldn't afford to be dirty in there for Sid.
When I came out of the bathroom, I got a call on my cellphone - it was from Sid. "Your place or mine?" he asked. We settled on his bedroom - his matress was better he reasoned. I got into my night-clothes, checked my reflection in the mirror, dabbed a little cologne on my pulse points and went to Sid's room with my toothbrush. Sid's room was romantically lit - the lights were out except for a dim night-light and three aromatic candles we got from a shop earlier. Sid was already under the sheets. "Lock the door." he instructed me. I did so and approach his bed - he unfurled the sheets to reveal his nakedness. He's already sporting a stiffie, I chucked to myself. "Take off your clothes." he told me. I slowly removed each clothing one by one - first the shirt, then the pyjamas, then my briefs and lastly my slippers - aware that he was watching my every move. I stepped onto his bed just wearing a little perfume, my smile and my boner.
"Sid, this is beautiful." I told him. "I want this night to be special." he said and brought out two wine glasses from under the bed and handed them to me. "Sid," I started as he pulled out a bottle of wine "It's not necessary." "Shhh..." he said putting his finger on my lips. He broke the seal and uncorked the bottle. "I brought it for a special occasion and this is it" he said and smiled at me. I smiled back at him as he poured the bubbling liquor into the glasses in my hands. After filling the glasses he put the cork back onto the bottle and kept it away. He took a glass from my hands and hooked the arm with the glass around mine and toasted, "Here's to you!" "Here's to you too! And tonight!" I said. "And tonight!" he agreed and we both lifted the glass to our lips our arms hooked with each other. "Nice wine." I commented. "It's from a Château in Souther France - I forgot which." he said. After we emptied our glasses he kissed my lips and then stowed the glasses away under the bed.
"You're the sexiest guy on earth!" I told Sid as I caressed his muscular and hairy arms. "That's you!" he teased me his hands kneading my hips. "Come here." he said alluding to his lap. I climbed on his lap wrapping my legs and arms aroun him - I could feel his erection poking at my ass. Sid wrapped his arms around me and kissed me passionately. He leant back, holding me at arms length and looked into my eyes and I wonder what he sees in in them. Maybe he sees the depth of connection that I see in his eyes. His hands started to explore my body, his fingers touched my lips, caressed my face, stroked my neck and traced the arch of my back. I played with the dense long dark hair on his chest and his big, dark, erect nipples. Soon we were frantically kissing and touching each other. We got out from the embrace and he laid down on the bed and I got on my hands and knees worshiping his prostrate body. I was soon entranced by his big boner and got working on it.
"I don't want to come right now." Sid said lifting his body up. "You lie down now." he said to me and I did. He kissed the my forehead and kissed on my eyes, nose, lips, chin, chest and made his way down to my abdomen, navel, hips, inside of my thighs, inside of my knees and down to my feet. "That thing you did to my feet this morning, it's was very sensous. I've never had that done to me." he said caressing my foot. He kissed my feet and shriped my toes. He's very good I thought - I was very aroused and I was stroking my own erection. "No! no! no! That's not permissible!" he teased and came up to engulf my dick with his mouth. "You really have the most perfect erection." he said looking at it intently and pulling down my foreskin, "It's very good-looking." "Thanks. I'm glad you like it." I said to him. "Like it? I'm in love with it!" he said. "I love yours to." I told him.
Sid got back to work - licking my balls, swallowing each in turns. I was almost exploding. Then I felt his mouth on my hole. His talented tongue soon got me squirming in delight and I was in Seventh Heaven, well, almost thereabouts. Then he reached out his hand and took out a tube of lubricating jelly and a pack of condoms from the bedside table. Then I thought of the size of his dick. My face must've taken a look of uncertainty because Sid asked me in earnest if I've ever had anal sex before. "Sorry, I'm not a virgin." I told him laughing, "I've never had anything as big as yours inside me, but I want you". He had squeezed out a generous amount of the lubricant and had smeared it on my ass - it felt cool and wet. "I'll be very gentle." he was reassured me. His finger probed my hole and I let out a small moan. "You're quite tight", he said. "It's been so long." I told him. "Can I use another finger?" he probed. I nodded. He took some more lubricant and massaged my ass, two of his fingers were inside me and I could feel myself opening up.
"Just relax. I'm ready to push." Sid said to me. My legs are up on his shoulders, I could feel his hand guiding the tip of his lubricated, condom-clad erection. I could feel the tip stretching my well-lubed, ass opening. Then he gave a big push. "Aaaaaah!" the light went out of my eyes, I felt like I was torn in two and my limbs went limp. "It's all in." Sid told me. "Is it hurting?" he asked me. "It's okay... it'll pass." I winced in pain. "My darling!" Sid kissed my face and licked the tears from the corner of my eyes. The pain was subsiding and I could feel him fill me up. He is entirely inside me I realised - I could feel his pubes and balls, just outside my hole. "God, you're very tight. Are you trying to bite off my dick?" Sid said as I tensed and clenched my muscles around his trobbing dick. "No." I said meekly and relaxed my sphincter.
After some moments of letting me get used to him, Sid started to slowly move. A pain shot through me when he pushed back in. "Should I stop?" Sid asked me seeing my grimace. "No! Go on." I pleaded - I was desperate to be one with him. It will soon stop paining I told myself. He was now fucking my ass in slow, short strokes - I could feel his tenderness. Soon the pain became less heightened and less frequent. Sid was now moaning a little. God. Justin. Oh, God. You're beautiful. This is wonderful. His tempo was was rising and his strokes lengthening - a sudden pain when he pushed himself deep into me, but soon washed away by the waves of pleasure. My prostrate was going wild and soon I was grinding my ass against his drilling dick, pushing it to receive his in-stroke and pulling it back as he retreated - we were one mass of pleasure, moving in unison.
And then I felt it coming - the orgasm of a lifetime - I came without even touching myself - my body writhing in ecstasy, my entire body undulating and I moaned out as waves of pleasure overtook my body. Sid hastened his pace, stroking me faster and faster and then I could feel my floodgates opening and I ejaculated in spurts and spasms, which must've triggered Sid's orgasm. "Oh. oh. I.... fuck... oh... I'm coming... oh. yes.... yeah, Justin, yeaaaahhh... oooohhhh...", he collapsed on top of me, his head buried on my chest, his dick humping my ass away in a frenzy - I caressed the small of his back. We were both lying still - Sid on top of me, both of us spent - I could feel his heartbeat settling down and I timed my heart to beat with his.
"Wow!" Sid said. I held his hand tighter to my chest - we were lying in bed spoon-fashion, my back against his chest on our sides his arms around me. "It was wonderful." I told him, "You were wonderful." He kissed the back of my neck. "I think I'm falling in love with you." he said. I am already in love with you, dear Sid I thought - Oh bliss! I soon drifted off to sleep with Sid's warm body next to mine. Sometime before dawn we again made love - this time, slow and lazy. Then again once more just before we got up from bed. Thrice and it was just as wonderful as the first time.
The next few days, Sid and I spent a lot of time together. We spent most of the time making love - it helped that our bedrooms were upstairs, while Adi's and his parents's were downstairs. Adi was busy with his work and during his leisure hours he made himself scarce leaving me and Sid alone. On evenings we went out for drives o
