Young twinkie
Bottom
Macho man
Top
Top
Bottom
Top
Bottom
Top
Bottom
Fuck off
Fuck off
Fuck off
It was really sad.
You think Bombay is a liberal city.
Wench Boy thought so too. Till he lost his virginity. At the age of 19 (too late i know). He was slim. Petite in fact, about 5'7" tall, had shaved off his head recently after and argument with his father, hazel eyes and like he claimed on the Chat, was also-fair/cln shaven/cute.
Last night was his first time at The Sleaze.
And to his surprise he had actually met a cute guy who wanted to sleep with him.
WOW.
Like WOW.
Darius liked Wench. He was Iranian. Stereotypes aside, he was a product of a very masculine culture. There is also the fact that he went to college in the US, played football and volleyball and all the cheerleaders used to call him Hunk Boy.
He was tall and broad and hairy and butch but the real charm lay in his crystal green eyes and thin lips. Of course Wench could not appreciate that properly in the smoky darkness. The length and the breadth was enough to attract him.
My first night out and I score.
I may not be as unattractive as Sandeep says I am.
Wench and Hunk met at his Worli Sea Face apartment and they kissed for hours. Darius had not meant to but Wench was all nerves.
He gathered enough courage to announce his lack of experience.
Darius would not buy it.
"A nineteen year old virgin?" He thought out loud.
Wench felt little.
"OK. If you say so. I'll be nice and slow."
Finally undressed, they rolled around a bit.
Then came the time for the ritualistic blowjob.
Wench knew his theory well but he had grown up watching First World Porn where being Top and Bottom did not mean one guy doing all the dirty work.
Darius had different ideas.
He must have been a full 9 inches with balls to rival a ram. It was too much for Wench's untrained vocal muscles.
Fuck. Sandeep was right. I should have practised on those bananas.
"Wench Boy." Darius held his prickly head lovingly. "Relax. Don't try to take it all in at the same time. Slowwwwww. Yeah."
Wench belched like a true wench as it touched his tonsils.
Spitting the appendage out he said," How about 69?"
"I am top." was all Darius said and before Wench could understand he was behind him squeezing out his mango flavoured lubricant. (He was in India)
A terrified Wench turned back to find Hunk pushing his index finger in.
"Stop. No. I'm not ready for that."
"You want to be remaining virgin. No?"
What's happened to his English.
Wench Boy didn't know it faded in and out.
Hunk Boy could not stand the pathetic look on Wench's face. What if he had started crying, he later thought. He could not have handled that.
He let him be.
"OK. Suck me then."
Wench obeyed and looked at himself in the mirror doing it.
"We watch pornographic movie also.", quipped Darius.
Jeez. He was talking allright till now.
"Don't come in my mouth" The huge cock slapped against his mouth as he dropped it to warn him of his preference.
Hunk Boy came in spurts on Wench's Neck and chest.
What a waste, he thought. He had saved it since yesterday for some rumpy action.
Wench loved the smell of come, especially since it was not his own.
He had experimented a lot with his own. He had smelled it. Eaten it. Saved it in a bottle and as an unpleasant child (who started masturbating at the age of seven, for neighbours of paedophiles mature fast) drowned ants in it.
Sitting on Hunk Boy's rug on his knees he had not realized he could do with an orgasm now.
"Make me come.", he said in his best sensual tone rubbing the semen on his neck.
Darius started towards the bathroom.
"You're a bottom. You don't need to come."
And he went in to shower.
The dumbfounded Wench immediately lost his million dollar erection of whatever 6 inches he had. (He felt small after being choked by Hunk's dong.)
When Darius returned, he found Wench sitting at the foot of the bed. The come had spread practically all over his torso and was about to drip on his clean white sheets.
He thought again of being such a spendthrift with his jiss.
"Go wash."
Wench Boy obeyed.
He came back with a questioning face and gathered all the right words to ask.
He was fated to become Super Twink someday. He did not know that but he knew he must have an orgasm. Even if he had not been given one, he must ask why? Professor Narayanan told him the first day of the lecture. She told the whole class but Wench had noted down possibly everything she had said. She was so charming. She had said, "Question everything. That is what we will do for the next three years. When i say everything. I mean everything. That is what we we do when we study literature."
"I want to come."
Shit.
He had meant to ask a question.
When a dressed Darius did not respond, Wench framed the query nicely.
"Why didn't you make me come?"
"You're a bottom. You don't need to come."
"I don't get it. Why?"
"Wait here." Hunk went out in the living room and brought back a yellow book with a picture of a grey bearded man on the cover. Wench recognized it. It was Osho.
Darius quoted a long boring passage in his thick accent on how sexual energy can be diverted and creatively converted into creative energy that can be used for something more constructive.
"I didn't listen to Osho" He smiled and Wench knew he had just been had.
But Hunk was so cute.
I don't think I can let him go so easily.
Wench did not know he had already landed on the planet of neanderthal Tops.
(to be continued....)
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