A Tryst

Manish

Ageing probably has not dared to affect the grace and charm of 45 year old Mr. Manish Malhotra. Manish is successful in terms of career. Being satisfied with his job has given him self-confidence and that people around him probably could feel. He also has a charming personality coupled with suave looks and graceful manners. In a word he is a perfect gentleman. Starting his career from the post of a mere accountant he rose to the position of Divisional Manger and all credit goes to his hard work and dedication. BUT. There is a question which at some point of time or the other on the upper surface of minds of people near him. Why he did not marry? But Manish never bother to give an explanation. He somehow evaded the question.

Manish today is satisfied with his career growth. He is also content with the way his life has taken shape. He has lots of friends and tons of activities. But somewhere deep down his heart he knows that he is all alone in this world. There is no one with whom he can share his own inner feelings. His days pass in work and he works till he gets tired to the brim. He dares not to face the darkness of night when his loneliness embraces him. The darkness brings his inner Manish in front of him. Manish whom world knows cannot take the burden of inner Manish who is all alone and thirsty for a company. But NO one is there to quench his thirst.

Why Manish did not marry – if ever the question comes to forefront he has always evaded the question by replying it’s his personal matter. But deep down his heart he knows that he craves for men but not girls. He was well aware if he ever dares to open up he is bound to lose everything he has achieved so far in life – the respect he commands from others, his job, his living. He will be totally a social outcast. So he never dares to express himself. This suppression of his feelings made him vulnerable inside; too much emotion confined in him and may explode any time. What he wants in his successful life is a company, a person to talk with who will talk to inner Manish – the real Manish. He craves for company but never got one.

His early experiences have taught him too much. With friends he has watched straight porn and jacked off together. But never dare to say what he really liked. The fear never went away. He is a man by body as well owing to his endowment.

In the age of internet he found a way to express himself – his real self. Over internet he has made friends with like-minded guys. But still talking or rather chatting through internet does not give him the satisfaction he wants. A romantic person by nature never finds contentment with the idea of cyber sex which most guys want after some time of chatting. He soon found out its may not be the way that is going to work for him. Few person to person encounters have ultimately taken the way to bed only and there remained nothing afterwards. But this was for sure to Manish that he likes to be the one entering if he at all indulges in it. And as a matter of fact he liked it. But his search is still on till……. till he found Kunal. In a site he found a very straightforward profile stating “I want raw sex with strings attached. I am a gay bottom and want it deep inside me. As deep as you can put.” The profile caught the attention of Manish only because of the openness and raw flavor of it though he hates such exhibitionism. He just wanted to see what this guy is upto and what made him such a desperate prick. With a hint of curiosity he hit the guy and instantaneously got a reply as well.

Kunal

If you want to know what is meant by a bitch of a boy just you have to meet Kunal. He has the just idea how to flaunt his assets to lure men. He is gay and makes sure that every chance that comes to him to get laid he doesn’t miss even a single one. Perhaps “bigger the better” is the word for his sex life. For him he has many experiences and is cool about them as well. They are not much big deal about his encounters. To him they happened just as other daily incidents like eating and sleeping happens to him. The words love-making and sex were synonymous for him. He was clever indeed to hide this shade of his character for the world and perhaps no one knew. Nevertheless he spends like a normal boy on earth.

It has been a month since he got laid. He was hungry to have something shoved roughly in him. That’s the way it works for him the best. He just takes it and that’s it. He never made love but always it has been a fuck session for him. In a word he loves to get fucked deep and rough in his bottom. Though he always loves it rough and tough but he had a fantasy for middle aged well-cultures men. He tried to find out sometimes how will they take it or rather do it. Somewhere in him he had a lust or craves for older men – not too old but with little grey hair and a fit body.

With the intention to find a new ‘wham-bham’ partner Kunal was browsing through the internet when he got a message from a 45 year old man called Manish. He was excited as it seemed to open the doors for him to fulfill his fantasy.

The Chat

Manish : Hi
Kunal : Hey. How are you?
Manish : I am fine. How is it going for you?
Kunal : Its fine. So what’s your asl.
Manish thought to himself the same way again the conversation is going and will end up in talking about sex, preference and likes and dislikes. But that’s what his profile says also. At least he does not seem to go on a double standard.
Manish : Am 45, m, and your city.
Kunal : cool, I am 23, m and your city.
Manish : I got attracted by the straightforwardness showed in your profile. You have mentioned the crispest language probably what you want. Is it entirely true? It’s a just a curiosity of mine. Am sorry if I intruding.
Kunal : No. It’s true. I want sex. What do you want?
Manish : I am not into sex at first sight.
Kunal : Oh Ok! Nice to meet you anyway.
Manish : Hey wait. Have you ever made love?
Kunal : What’s the difference between sex and love making? Aren’t essentially the same - a way to fulfill your carnal pleasure?
Manish : I agree but have you ever done love making or it has been always sex?
Kunal : May be only sex. I like it that way. Can you give me a good one?
Manish : I don’t know because am not into such rough actions. I like more romantic stuff.
Kunal : Actually I have a fantasy about men like you.
Manish : What do you mean by “men like you”?
Kunal : A little older men , may be aged around 40 like you.
Manish : Are you ready to give it a try?
Kunal : Why not? We are always free to part anyway.
Manish : When and where will you prefer to meet?
Kunal : I prefer generally at the home of my partner. I don’t want to be seen in a café with an older man by someone I know. I hope you understand what I mean.
Manish : Exactly. My home is in the northern fringe of the city near the Lake. Will you be able to come this far?
Kunal : No problem. Next weekend I can spend the night with you if you wish. But I need to know the bus routes to reach you.
Manish : I will let you know over the e-mail. IS this your id?
Kunal : Yep. It is. Thanks and looking forward to the meeting.
Manish : Me too. Take care till then.
Kunal : You too.

Together

Finally the weekend has arrived for which both Manish and Kunal were waiting eagerly. Kunal got dressed in his most sexy attire. Always when he goes for this kind of outing he wears skin-tight jeans which flaunts his assets and a short tee-shirt which may sometime reveal a part of his naval region and belly button. He loves to be in this outfit sometimes.

Manish was as usual in his all grace and charm. Dressed in a charcoal grey suit matched with a navy blue tie and grey hair he was all ready to receive Kunal. All by himself he has prepared a fine dinner for two of them. Almost as eagerly as Kunal he was also looking forward to this meeting.

It was a quite contrasting picture if readers try to look from the perspective of these two different persons. For Kunal it was just another fuck session to feed his month hungry ass something big while for Manish it was like a date.

When it was around 4 in the afternoon Kunal finally found himself ringing the door-bell of Manish. Manish himself opened the door and greeted Kunal.
“Welcome to my home. Please make yourself comfortable here. I will just be right back.” With these words Manish went to the kitchen and came back with two glasses of chilled fresh lime juice.
“Thank you very much.” uttered Kunal taking the glass from Manish.
“Would you like to sit in the balcony?” asked Manish.
“Sure.” was the reply from Kunal.

The balcony they went to was west facing and a clear view of sunset was obvious. They both sat in one of the chairs and looked to the setting sun with its red glow. The blue sky was smeared with hues and shades of red and orange from the radiance of the setting sun. White clouds floating in laziness all got drenched in colors as if playing with them. Far in the horizon seen are the birds coming back to their nest in flock. They form various shapes in the sky and with all fun and frolic but still continue their journey home. Except for the chirping of the birds and murmuring of the winds in the leaves one cannot hear other sound. It was like far from the world yet in it.

“When will he start?” asked Kunal to himself. He was all anxious to get it.
“Perhaps today is my greatest challenge in my life am facing. I should teach this boy what love really is. He has some sort of attraction in him.” thought Manish.

“So what do you do?” asked Manish.
“I am in my final year of college.” replied Kunal.
“Have you decided on your career plans yet?”
“Not really. I have time still now. Don’t you think so?”
“It’s better to decide now because the end of your college will come too soon and may be before you realize.”
“I don’t know. Let me see what happens.”
“Oh God! Please don’t be like a daddy!” thought Kunal.
“Do you like music?”
“Yes. Who doesn’t?”
“Want to hear some?”
“Sure.”
“Just a second.”

With this Manish went inside and put some soft instrumental music befitting the mood of sunset and chirping of the birds and murmuring of the winds. May be now Kunal was little bit lost in the ambience thus created. He actually was enjoying it and getting completely absorbed. It was altogether a different feeling for him. Something completely new – hitherto unknown.

Coming back Manish took his seat beside Kunal and looked in his eyes. Gently took Kunal’s hand in his own and started caressing the fingers. The long and slender fingers of Kunal were attractive and may be kind of sexy. Manish slowly rose up and took Kunal inside. The romantic music, soft and dim light – all were perfect.

“Would you like to dance with me?” was the question from Manish.
“Sure.” was from Kunal but the voice seemed to be from far, from someone lost.

While dancing Manish ever gently put his hands on the waist of Kunal. The touch was electrifying for Kunal. It was a touch he felt never before. It was a feeling that he was unaware of. Slowly and lovingly Manish wandered his hands through the tee-shirt of Kunal and caressed his back. For the first time in life Kunal thought he is going to pass out in ecstasy. He never expected that his encounter will open doors for him to a whole new world of pleasure and joy. Being within the embrace of a man and getting pampered was something new to Kunal and he was just enjoying it to the brim. Manish planted a soft kiss on Kunal’s forehead making him blush. Without giving time for him to recover Manish again kissed Kunal on his cheeks. Turning into all shades of red Kunal tried to hide his face in Manish’s chest. Holding firmly face of Kunal in his two hands Manish gave a soft kiss on the two full lips of Kunal. From here Manish went on smooching and frenching Kunal. Kunal was in the seventh heaven.

Gently Manish made him lie on the couch and lifted up Kunal’s tee-shirt to reveal his belly-button. Though Kunal was unaware of his hot-spot but Manish knew. Softly he planted a kiss on belly-button of Kunal making him moan in ecstasy. Kunal went frenzy when Manish darted his tongue in his belly-button and started swirling motion. Kunal thought he would reach the orgasm then and there even without touching himself. Gradually Manish ascended towards him smooth chest and nipples – another hot spot of Kunal which he was unaware of. Manish made them red and erect and such sensitive that with a slight touch on them the whole body of Kunal would shudder.

Kunal even did not know when his tee-shirt was gone but he only knew that he is covered by such an embrace which is warm, caring and drenching him with love. Manish was still then completely dressed with his hairs getting little ruffled but not too apparent. Soon Kunal was stripped of his jeans as well and a smooth, petite, bit dusky but not too dark body was revealed. The smooth chest, legs with very little fine silky hair was a feast of eyes for Manish.

Manish made Kunal sit on his lap. Kunal was without a single stitch of clothing on his body but Manish was still in his suit even with the neck-tie in place. The velvety softness of cloth was making Kunal feel sexy. It was a whole new experience for him. He was thinking if this was what Manish called love-making then he missed it. Really he meant it. Kunal draped his hands across the neck of Manish while Manish pulled Kunal closer with his hands on hips of Kunal.

“So did you like what has been done to you just now?”
“Very much. I never felt so great ever before. Is this what you meant love-making?"
“To some extent. It’s not yet complete baby. You will get more. You will get what you want. And you will be happy.”
“I am happy to what you have given me now. It was too much for me to bear.”
“Are you hungry? The dinner is ready if you want it.”
“Yes. A little bit I am hungry. What you have for dinner?”
“Come and check yourself baby. All is cooked by me.”
“So you cook too huh?”
“Sometimes I love to cook.”
“Wow.”

With that Kunal reached for his clothes. Manish stopped him.
“Be as you are. You look great. Let me savor your youth.”
“As you please. Take me to the table.”
Manish took Kunal in his arms and carried to the table. He previously got the dinner arranged on the table.
“I want you to have the dinner while you are on my lap Kunal. If you don't mind.” said Manish.
“As you please. We can do that.” was the reply from Kunal.

The dinner was also an event. Manish put his left hand under left hand of Kunal and occasionally rubbed them against smoothness of Kunal. The dinner was a complete dinner starting from soup to dessert with three courses. All through the dinner they chatted and occasionally kissed each other. Indeed both were hungry and relished the food.

“Indeed you are a good cook Manish.”
“Thank you very much Kunal.”
“So what do you do in your free-time?”
“Not much. I generally listen to music. But as a matter of fact I do not get much free time. What do you do in your free-time?”
“I love to listen to music. I also love reading story books.”
“What kind of music you like the most?”
“Soft romantic numbers. I don’t like rap or rock. But jazz is good. And the most I like is old hindi movie songs.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes.”
“And which authors you like?”
“It depends. I basically go by the story. If I like the story it’s fine with me.”
“Don’t you read books?”
“I do.”
“Do you have any particular author as your favorite?”
“Not really. For me it’s like you. I go by the story too.”
“Hmmm! We have some similarities.”
They finally got ready for the dessert – cherry topped apple pudding. Manish took the cherry and offered it to Kunal.
“You also have to have it.”
“Ok.”
Manish reached for the cherry between the lips of Kunal and inevitable they were in a lip-lock soon. They finally broke to catch their breath and of course to finish the dessert. At the end Manish put some pudding on the nipples of Kunal and started licking them clean. While doing that he took Kunal in his arms and proceeded towards the bedroom.

The bedroom had light peach colored wall with a matching lamp dimly lit. Gently Manish put Kunal on bed and once again they were making out. This time with more passion and vigor. The soft touch of Manish’s clothes even more arousing Kunal. He proceeded to undo the neck-tie of Manish and succeeded. Soon Manish found himself stripped of his coat and within a moment shirt too.

Manish held the hands of Kunal by his own and proceeded to his nipples, chest, belly-button. Kunal squirmed under Manish was held in position firmly yet gently by Manish. Kunal once again felt that clench in his stomach. He thought he has reached the orgasm. Manish slowly descended further down and found the smooth pubic region of Kunal - his tool, his asset, his jewels. Manish’s mouth did wonder there and all Kunal could do what trying to muffle his groans of ecstasy with a pillow covering his mouth. Never before in his life he was acquainted with such height of pleasure and it was indeed too much for him to bear. Finally after three minutes he reached the orgasm with his body shuddering violently. But with time his orgasm subsided and he tried to catch his breath when he saw Manish with hairs all raffled.

“Was it good?”
“Fantastic. Never felt so complete before.”
“Wait baby. There is more to come.”
“So is this what you call love-making?”
“It is only a part. We still have a journey ahead.”
“Now it’s my time to return you the favor.”
“There is no question of returning favor. If you like to do it then only go ahead else it is fine with me either. I did it because I love to do it.”

These words casted a magic spell on Kunal. He was so moved. It’s surely going to be the most memorable day that ever happened to his sex-life. He learnt so much and got so much that he was overwhelmed. He stared right into the deep black eyes of Manish – probably trying to comprehend if it’s a dream.

“Hey baby. Are you alright?” Manish made a click in front of Kunal’s eyes and asked.
“Yeah. I am ok.”
“You don’t seem to be. You seem to be lost. If you are uncomfortable we will stop.”
“No. No. I am perfectly alright. And now it’s my turn.”
“Go ahead for it.”
“Lie down and enjoy.”
“Cool.”

Kunal slowly removed the clothing of Manish and brought him to the same state of undress as of him. Nevertheless Kunal was also not a less expert in the field. He delivered his job with care, fun and may be for the first time with love. Manish could not bear the torture that the tongue of Kunal was doing and soon yielded to it.

“How was it?” asked Kunal with a naughty smile on his face.
Still trying to catch breath Manish replied, “Absolutely superb. You are a genius.”
“I know I am.” Sitting on Manish’s lap Kunal uttered with a winning smile on his face.
Sitting on Manish’s lap Kunal slowly start moving to and fro and Manish could feel his member responding to the artistry.
“Clever enough huh?”
“You have to be else you may miss the opportunity.”
“I see.”

Manish made Kunal lie straight on his back on bed and again brought his mouth to his ultimate hot-spot but now what Kunal considers being the most as well. His tongue as usual started doing wonder as apparent from the violent shaking of the body of Kunal coupled with his groans and moans. But Manish’s tongue did not yield to the moans and continued with its job. Kunal could not express how it was but he just lay there in mesmerized state. He dared not to move lest this dream be broken. After abut 5 minutes Manish held up his head and with a killer smile.

“Are you doing good?”
“I don’t know.” Kunal replied with much difficulty while trying to regain his composure.

Now Manish know exactly what they both want. He proceeded to get the rubber and lotion to complete it. Manish put Kunal in spread-eagle position and placed himself between the legs of Kunal who was quivering in the anticipation of what is to come. Without any hurry Manish placed his toll in position and made a gentle push. To Kunal it was nothing at all. He is all used to rough entry. While entering Manish’s hands were all roaming over Kunal’s body and their lips were in union. Kunal did not feel the pain he usually feels when he gets entered. But at one point of time with the pace of Manish it was all pleasure.

“Loving it or ……”
“Carry on.” were the words from Kunal.

After about fifteen minutes Manish felt his orgasm building up. He did not try to resist it instead reached for bringing Kunal to orgasm as well. He succeeded. Both of them reached the peak of ecstasy almost at the same time with loud groans. Manish fell on Kunal and kissed his nape of neck while Kunal in trance lay still and getting pampered.

“It was awesome. I never felt such a huge orgasm in my life.” exclaimed Kunal.
“This is what love-making is. You care for the pleasure of partner as well not only just yours own. Do you want to drink some juice?”
“I don’t mind.”
“Just wait I will get for you.” and Manish left.

Kunal was all alone in the bed – nude, satisfied – thinking of what he has missed till date. He was lost in his own world and did not even know when Manish came in. As Manish softly embraced him and kissed on the back of his neck he came down to earth.

“Have your juice.”
“Thank you.”
“You are welcome.”

Manish also snuggled up right beside Kunal hugging him. Kunal simply loved the attention and care.

“You want to sleep now?” asked Manish.
“Umm. Not yet.” With somewhat sleepy voice Kunal told.

As they finished their drink Manish again started caressing and fondling Kunal. This time it was more subtle. Kunal responded to his movements. Once again they were charged up and ready for another go. But it was much less raw a start but as passion became intense the raw flavor showed up with all its vigor. As they reached for to make love again Manish found he is running short of rubber.

“Kunal. I am sorry that I have no more rubber left. Do you still want to continue?”
“Manish I trust you. Please don’t leave it now. I will not be able to sleep. Please.”
“Ok. As you wish.”

Their union without rubber was even more exotic, more erotic than ever. As Manish felt his orgasm has reached a no return point he tries to slid his tool out of Kunal.

“No Manish. Please seed me.”
“Kunal are you sure?”
“Absolutely.”
“You got it.” and with these words he filled up Kunal who by the sheer intensity and excitement also reached his height.

Manish fell on Kunal while he still inside Kunal. They both felt complete, united – one entity. All full and contented Kunal looked down the eyes of Manish. Manish was full of joy from an unknown satisfaction that he was searching for years.

“You are absolutely fabulous.” was all Manish said first.
“You are no less Manish. I love you.” with these words Kunal blushed with all shades of red crossing his face imparting an angelic look to his face in dim brightness of the room.
“I love you too baby.”

But even before he finished they were again in a lip-lock and deep french kissing each other. Tired from the exhaustion both underwent, they soon drifted to sleep with Kunal snuggled for warm and caring embrace of Manish.

Cutie Pie

The moment Neervan saw Armaan passing the corridor of the wing of my hostel Neervan knew that he wants him. Armaan was in 2nd year of the college while Neervan was in 3rd year. But it was difficult to approach Armaan because he was not in Neervan's branch. Neervan was simple devoting my time searching a way to talk to him and then seduce him.

Armaan was bit on the fairer side with matching red lips which were full. Just looking at those luscious lips and the thought of it around a strategic organ can make anyone go crazy. His body was naturally smooth. Though he never showed it but his legs and hands indicates the same. He always wear clothes in such a way so that his legs are covered but his tee-shirt in hostel was always sleeveless. Considering his 5.5 ft frame his bosom was really big. He might hav had an aura of feminineness around him but it was not too pronounced. But certainly there was a grace associated with him that is even more suitable with his sexy attitude.

Neervan on the other hand was tall with a 6.0ft frame and athletic build due to his regular swimming habit. He was not beefy mascular but really well toned. The slight chest hair with clean shaven face earned him the nick "Chikna" from the girls of the college. He had a brown skin which bit on the darker shade making him fit into the bill of "tall, dark & handsome" near perfectly. He was even good in the academics and has a helping attitude. He never says "NO" to anyone who comes to him for a help. That has made him extremely popular. His one of the passions included playing video games and he was indeed good in it. Being a computer engineer on its way he had good knowledge of programming and can even do programming the games though does not give much thought about it.

Armaan was in chemical engineering but he had to take a course in computer programming and he found it real difficult. In the hostel he heard about Neervan - a good person to seek help from for the subject. But he was not too sure how he can do it because Neervan was a year senior to him.

But on one day he gathered courage and approached Neervan who was working on his computer."Hi! I am Armaan. Would you mind me helping with the C programming?"

Neervan flipped his head the the direction from where they came and was left awestruck. He saw Armman in his characteristic sleeveless tee-shirt. He was just thinking of his luck. Gathering his consciousness within a moment he replied, "Sure". This was the first step of their relationship and while talking soon they discovered a common passion - video games. Neervan impressed Armaan with his collection. Armaan was particularly fond of "roadrash" and finding Neervan has the game he asked, "Can I play it for sometime on your comp?". Neervan getting chance to check on his dream for some more time more than willingly agreed to it. While Armaan played the game he was simply watching Armaan and thinking of how to - you know what, right????? Days passed by and Neervan and Armaan became good friends. Probably their mutual interest in video game brought them closer.

Unexpectedly Neervan one day got to know Armaan. The day Armaan came to Neervan asking some doubts. But his eyes were red and swollen and voice a little choked. It seemed he has cried a lot. Neervan asked, "Are you doing alright?"

Only a nod came from Armaan but that not too convincing. But Neervan did not pester the issue as it was never his habit to sneak into other's personal life. But he did notice that Armaan can't concentrate on what he is explaining. After sometime Armaan could not control himself anymore and broke down in tears on Neervan's bed.

Due to the suddenness of the event Neervan was at first taken aback. But soon he found himself trying to comfort Armaan. Neervan embraced Armaan and could feel that he is sobbing uncontrollably.

Softly he asked,"What's the matter? Can I help anyway?"

Armaan now no more could hold back himself from this compassionate invitation. He poured his heart out. He spontaneously spoke out, "My boyfriend broke up with me." The moment he uttered the words he realized what he has said and feared the worst consequences. He tried to escape from Neervan's room. But Neervan stooped him.

Armaan was pleading in a hysterical way, "Please don't tell anybody else I may have to leave college."

Neervan said, "Don't worry, I understand completely your plight and believe me I am not going to tell anyone because I am like you too."

With these words Armaan sad face brightened a bit and probably he got some comfort. Until now they did not notice but Neervan was still embracing Armaan. Realizing they got separated. From this time on they became even more closer.

But Neervan now is in a different state of confusion. Till the incident he was unsure of Armaan. But even after being sure he could not approach because he wants Armaan to settle first with his past relationship. But how long should he wait was the question.

Both Armaan and Neervan had a habit of taking long walks inside the huge campus of the college with lot of natural surroundings. Their favourite destination was the lake inside the campus. The serene beauty of the surroundings, chirping of the birds made them open themselves to each other. On such a day to the lake Neervan thought to propose Armaan. Reaching the lake they sat in their favourite spot and started talking about their day.

Suddenly Neervan said, "Armaan, would you mind closing your eyes for a moment? Please don't ask why but trust me. Can you?" Armaan did.

Neervan softly planted kiss on his eyes and said, "If you don't want we will stop here and will never talk about it."

At first Armaan was taken aback and was in a state of trance due to the just happened event. But soon he regained himself and give it a thought. He wanted to trust someone, love and being loved. May be Neervan is the answer to his search. Armaan did not utter a single word but only took Neervan's hand in his and rested his head on Neervan's shoulder.

On their way back Armaan was feeling like a 13 year old teenage girl falling in love for the first time. For Neervan its like dream coming true after a long time. Now his dream is his reality. Perhaps anyone and everyone can see they are in love probably. But they took care not to express themselves as they know its not the right time to do so.

The lake, the birds, the setting sun with its red glow imparted to the clouds, the purple-blue hue of the sky were the witness to their falling in love. But as time passed they witnessed even more. Their first kiss!!!!!! Overlooking the sun setting at the horizon hand in hand Neervan looked at the face of his love in the light of dusk and could not take it anymore. He made the first move. With utmost romanticism he planted the sweetest kiss ever on the red lips of Armaan love proclaiming his love. Armaan found himself absorbed in the moment and relishing the care and affection.

Finally Neervan thought to give Armaan the pleasure of life. He went out to get the necessary accessories. In the meantime Armaan searched for him and could not get him. He went on asking few guys whether they know where Neervan might be. But all of them responded in negative.

After the dinner is over he came for Neervan once again and this time he found him.

He asked,"Where have you been the whole evening? I was searching for you."

Neervan gave a melting smile and said, "You will get to know all of it baby and I promise it will be soon."

Armaan looked around to check that no one has heard Neervan calling him "baby" else they might land up in trouble which both of them don't want at all.

With a little anger in his tone said Armaan, "Can't you speak thinking of where we are?"

Neervan again smiling replied, "Come on baby, there is no one around."

Armaan shrugged and made a face revealing a feeling "hopeless".

Anyway he was in a mood to play games and asked Neervan, "Can I play some roadrash?"

Neervan obviously agreed to the idea but at the same time asked to put on some good instrumental music. Armaan did so.

Suddenly after half an hour Neervan asked, "Darling, do you know ball dance?"

Armaan turned around and stared at him for few seconds and asked, "Are you doing alright today? Suddenly how come the dancing came? And for your kind information I know."

Neervan immediately grabbed the oppurtunity and said, "Let's do then."

Now Aramaan was damn sure that Neervan is upto something and that he does not know but probably can anticipate. And indeed he was excited too.

The music and dance brought out the romanticism they never experienced. The feeling of Neervan's strong hands on his waist line made Armaan shiver. The softness and radiance of Armaan's skin coupled with the smell of him made Neervan crave for more. While dancing they came closer to each other and at one point of time they found each other's lips touching. They both knew what is coming up and even if they try probably could not stop the impulse. They did NOT try in fact. With the tide they found themselves floating. From lips its the tongue. Neervan forced his tongue through the willing lips of Armaan and soon they were making out a deep french together. Armaan's hands were around Neervan's neck but Neervan's hands were roaming all over Armaan's body making him shiver in ecstasy. After deep frenching Neervan slowly proceeded towards the neck of Armaan and kissed the nape of neck, back of neck and again licked the nape of the neck driving Armaan crazy to the limit. The soft and the silky skin of Armaan made Neervan excited very much. Slowly he kissed the hands of Armaan and paid special attention to the long and sleek fingers. The wandering of the fingers on his face was a heavenly bliss for Neervan. Slowly Neervan removed Armaan's tee-shirt and savored the taste of his skin. The large pink nipples and smooth chest of Armaan invited Neervan like never before. He went wild but did not do like a beast pouncing its prey. Slowly circled his tongue around the nipples of Armaan and he started moaning uncontrollably. At this point both Neervan and Armaan gave it a damn to whoever listens. Armaan in the heat of the moment ripped apart Neervan's shirt while some buttons popped out. The slightly hairy chest with its silky jet black hairs was a feast for eyes to Armaan. And he at the same time relished the treatment Neervan was giving him.

Neervan picked up Armaan and carried him to his bed and laid him down. Starting from his legs he ascended upwards. The smooth legs were as much as inviting and exciting as the hands were. Ascending gradually Neervan reached the navel of Armaan. He stuck his tongue inside it and Armaan's body shivered and he gave a loud moan while hips bucked up a bit. Grabbing this oppurtunity Neervan's hands were under the butt cheeks of Armaan and cupping them, pressing them, squeezing them hard. After some time both of them undressed each other fully and took each other's tool in hand. Armaan instinctly wrapped up his full luscious lips around the strategic organ of Neervan making him moan very loudly. Neervan felt heavenly as the hot and soft mouth of Armaan wrapped up him and his skillful tongue was creating magic spell on Neervan.

Neervan disengaged himself from his position and sat straight up with Armaan still laid in front of him. Both of their eyes got locked and once agian they were deep frenching ecah other while their bodies pressed hard against each other with strategic organs grinding together. But at this point Neervan was not too sure if Armaan wants to proceed further or not.

He asked, "Are you sure baby you want it? If you say I will stop."

Armaan reached to the no-turning point and now in bad need for the action.

He growled and like a bitch in heat uttered, "Shut up and do what you are supposed to."

That was the word Neervan wanted to hear. After this there was no looking back. He replied in a hoarse voice cracked with excitement, "Now you got a deal bitch."

Neervan loves it in the missionary position. He loves to look into the eyes of his "babe" while he gives him "it". He while in sitting position on his knees pulled Armaan towards him and spread his legs apart. Armaan facilitated the process by lifting his hips a bit and enjoying the pure pleasure.

Neervan brought his lips on Armaan's and started deep frenching him while rammed himself in Armaan. Due to sudden slamming Armaan's body shooked and he gave out more a shriek than a moan. Neervan kept himself still allowing Armaan to adjust him inside his. In time Armaan relaxed and Neervan satrted making love to him. First he went on slowly but then faster. Neervan always like to reach the climax together.

Eventually both of them came closer to the climax. Armaan was the first to reach and as soon as he came it was like hitting the button for Neervan. He also came with full force inside Armaan. He collapsed on Armaan and again they found themselves deep frenching each other. It was satisfying, it was complete, it was a sense of fulfillment for both of them.

Till now what they have not said was uttered by both of them, "I Love You". With a soft kiss on the forehead of Armaan by Neervan they were in each other's arms and looking to the full moon showering blessings on them.