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You Never Know Who Desires You.


Quite a few yr ago, in the nighttime ages when the cyberspace had just come to this area, there were very few sites catering to gays. One of these was Tamil Sex .Com, a site where there was only a"chat Room"where you could utter to other like minded guys and gays. Of course of study there was no facility for the rally of pictures or any other means of verification of the early's personal identity. If you found a guy who was interested in meeting, it was always a gamble as to what kind of guy showed up, if they showed up at all. Most of the time the proposed meeting never materialised, with the guy never showing up, or the person who turned up was someone who was around 30 or XL rather than the eighteen or twenty they had claimed to be, making lame exculpation for hiding their truthful age.

After a few months of these disappointments and flops I grew disenchanted at the idea of trying to contact anyone through this medium. But then I started chatting to a item boy who always seemed to be on blood though he never seemed to chat to others. At least he never appeared to message other when I was on line. We seemed to ascertain quite a lot in green. He claimed to be 19, just the sorting of age I liked, and he claimed to like older men, men like me. After chatting about 3 times a week, for a month or so I decided to take a chance and risk another failure. We decided on a particular date and a time. Selected a place which would permit us to forgather without too much luck of any known person seeing us and asking ungainly head.

In today's much more open and tolerant society I still look back in wonder at the amount of money of secrecy and care we had to claim to remain unexplored. The lengths we had to go just to carry our inner desires and motive. Although there was a lot going on behind lock in room access and in the dark corners of our lives, most guy had a much more sharing and giving posture then is found in today's gay earth. If you knew soul was into man to man sex there would be little hesitation to insert him to others you knew and visa -a- versa, with never a breathing space of these matters ever reaching the ears of parents or even sibling.

I reached the appointed place, dressed in the clothes I had told the boy I would be wearing, when much to my surprise I saw my neighbours son. He was a boy I had known for the last five years or so. He was now 19. Even more to my surprisal he seemed to be waiting for soul. Though I made every effort not to trance his attention or be noticed, he saw me and came up to me. He asked me what I was doing there. At for the first time I did not know what I should say, and then using some quick thinking said I had come to buy some particular from a nearby shop.
You can think my shock when he said to me"Uncle, please don't tell lies ! ! !"He then further astounded me by telling me that I had come there to meet a boy, and not just any boy, but a gay boy. Trying as best as I could to enshroud my astonishment I asked what he was doing there. His reply, that he had come to conform to me, rendered me speechless for a spell. It was only then I noticed that he was wearing the exactly same colour clothes that the boy from the net was supposed to wear.


When I was able to foregather my scattered learning ability I asked for an explanation. It was then that he told me that he was the boy who had been chatting to me for the past two month and that all along he knew who I was. He said he had logged on to Tamil Sex only to reach me. He also told me that he knew he was attracted to men and had had his first experience with another boy a few years before.

In the class between the first experience and meeting me he had had many many early experiences. And had come to realise that he was attracted to older men, rather than boys his own age. He had been attracted to me from the time he knew it was men he was matter to in and had tried to let me cognise by his actions and attitude. It seems that I am very dull witted and had never"seen"or paid any aid to his approaches. He also knew from an older school fellow, Mohan that I liked boy and would sometimes ingest sex with some of them. Mohan was one of the boy I occasionally had sex with. In today's gay world there is no way Mohan would have ever told anyone about me. But though Mohan did assure Arun about me, he had refused to speak to me about Arun or to let me know that Arun was interested in me. Mohan had heard that I would fight off any Cy Young boy approaching me directly or on the behalf of another, and that I would only bed male child I had approached myself or had been told about by other older guy rope and then only if the boy was over 18 age of age. As Arun was untried Mohan did not want to risk telling me about him.
Arun did not have it off how to tell me that he liked me and wanted to own some fun with me or what my reaction would be if he directly approached me. He had heard that I had rebuffed another boy who had approached me, but did not jazz then, that it was because that boy was under age. Then he heard of Tamil Sex and from the same schooling chum, who knew about me, learned that I used to browse the site and Old World chat to multitude. He also found out I used the pen name of"Randy"when on T.S. He set about getting me to shoot the breeze to him and had tried to draw me believe in him enough to come and meet him face to face. His deportment was so capable and he so obviously knew what he was getting into, that even though I knew he was only 19 and that I should not be encouraging such a young boy to gratify in sex I had no heart or judgment to disappoint him or turn him down, especially as he had already lost his virginity and was now an experience gay.

I had seen Arun almost every day for around five years, but had never looked at him with cerebration of a intimate nature. He was a very nice looking boy, just the sort of boy that was most attractive to me and almost of the ideal age. Because he was my neighbour's son and person who knew me and trusted me it had never crossed my mind to think of him in any way connected to sexual attraction or desire. Looking at him after his astounding revelation, made me understand just how attractive he was and how intimate the nature of this magnet was.


I was also keenly mindful of the sense of turmoil and expectation he was radiating. The very fact that I had known him for so many long time, had seen him growing up and knew his parents seemed to add to the atmosphere of the moment. He admitted that it had been a long and weary 2 months before I was convinced enough to agree to meet him. He asked me if I really had a convenient space where we could have sex.

When I told him I did, he was overjoyed. We went straight to the place and almost before entering the room fully, already had our deal on each other's soundbox. I barely had meter to shut down the door before he had lowered my pants and underwear to expose my already erect cock and was down on his knees in movement of me, engulfing as much as he could within the warm wet cave of his backtalk. It did not take long for his fairly expert sucking to make me desire to ejaculate. When I tried to remove it, he would not let me do so and clamped his mouth hard on the egotistical head till I shot my cum into his waiting mouth.


I was also hot and eager to see him naked and almost tear his clothes off him. His young and boylike body was smooth with just a small tuft of pilus beginning to show above his cock. For his age he was nicely endowed and like mine his hammer was cut. The glans was a blushing red colour that stood out against his fairish skin. Other than the pantie pubic hair he was completely hairless, even his underarms were like silk. His teenager aged boyish face had thickset pouting back talk that held a ceaseless invitation to kiss and could do wonders to a flagging peter. His balls, lowly and round, protruded proudly from between his legs ; his stiff cock almost upright against his stomach was inviting aid as soon as potential. I wasted no time getting my sass around it. I had barely begun to absorb him when he shot his cum into my sassing and over my typeface. He was contrite and abashed but said that he had been dreaming of the day I would suck in him off for a long, long time.


We moved to the bed and after he had used his wet, hot oral fissure and wonderful backtalk to land me to full erecting again, he turned over on his stomach and showed me his cute ass and asked me to love him as hard as I could. Just a small amount of lubricating cream was needed to slick down the entrance hole and the mind of my prick. I placed the headland of my rigid prick against the pucker of his ass and was expecting to use some violence to enter the transition but was surprised by the simplicity with which I was able-bodied to enroll him. After a short while of fucking him in this inverted missionary office I turned him on his back and gently pushed his legs up to his shoulders. This exposed his ass and his pretty and inviting maw to me. This office allowed me to click trench in his backside and see his grimace at the same time. As I pushed my cock into him again I could see the spirit of pleasure that spread across his countenance. His prick was also fully erect and lying on his stomach. As I started to stroke my yearn hard cock in and out of his ass I could see him getting harder. Using one hand I started to masturbate him and soon he sprayed his own chest, look and even his hair with cum. Later he told me that was the first time he had been fucked in that stance and he had never had such an ejaculation before.

Arun was not the beginning boy I had enjoyed having sex with. But he was one of the very few I had ever invited to fuck my ass. He was certainly the unseasoned boy to be given the fortune to revel that delight. His body was smooth and hairless with the exception of the pubic tussock that drew your gaze towards his phallus, his nature so undemanding and compliant that it took on an aura of childlike simplicity that was very ask in and extremely titillating. A few months into our relationship I became conscious of a thick induct desire to have him make love me in similar ways to what I had been doing to him.

I wanted to find that cut cock penetrate my ass [ all the previous bozo who had fucked me had been uncircumcised ] and find the straits flare in ejaculation as the head of my pecker flared in his ass. It took only a petty bit of sentiment to take a leak him agree to do as I wanted. After applying plenty of lubricant to my hole and his stopcock I knelt down, lowered my point to the storey, faith back my hips so the fling of my ass spread wide of the mark and exposed the entrance to my back passage. Arun took his military position behind me and pressed the now dark purpleness fountainhead of his stopcock to my waiting flesh. He slowly slid into my ass and I was enjoying the new sensation of a circumcised peter school principal expanding my hole when I felt his body stiffen and he began to ejaculate. When it was over and his limp cock slid out from my ass he was most apologetic.

I only then discovered that this was the very first time he had ever tried to fuck anyone. It took a few more failed endeavour before I could enjoy the nail sensations of being fucked by a cut cock. If my storage serves me correctly it was only on the fourth or fifth attempt that he was able-bodied to close a longer time and was able to engage replete long strokes to pervade deep into my ass.

The betray attempts due to his premature ejaculations became quite a joke between us and later when he was able to fuck me deeply for a full 10 minutes before ejaculating, I would often rib him about the first few quickly ended sessions. The genius a cut tool creates as it penetrates the body is quite especial as is the final seconds before ejaculation. I enjoyed these feelings many time over the twelvemonth Arun and I were lovers.
My family relationship with Arun was a taste of Eden. A Cy Young boy with a nubile and accommodating body, slim and hairless, a nice clean cock, that was attractive in tone and cut like mine, for me to suck and that could fuck me when I felt the need or desire to give him click me. A wet hot mouth that would suck my shaft with consummate perfection. An ass that I could sleep together so easily and in any position I fancied. Above this, someone who lived just following door to me. I just could not suffer asked for anything better in this life. I knew he would be ready and willing to come to me at any time, there were a hundred and one reasons for him to come to my sign without anybody, even his parents, doubting the grounds for his visits. Any clock time he was steamy and wanted some action, or any time I felt the same we now had each other to count on.
Many meter I have looked at him kneeling on the bed, with his bubble ass in the air, spread wide, the hole pink and moist, still pulsing from the aftermath of my shtup and his now flaccid turncock hanging between his legs, with a few fall of his emission still dripping from it or have been lying flushed from the effort of fucking him or been spread look down, sated by his shag, with his body supine over me and have wondered what I had ever done to deserve such pleasure and a boy like him. Sometimes as we lay in a 69, his fresh and youthful cum tasting ever so slightly salty and yet so creamy in my oral fissure, his back talk locked around my own hot hard ray of light, refusing to release me till he could drain ever drop of sperm from my cock and it lay hobble and wet in his cherubic back talk. What indeed had I done to guarantee this exclusive right ?

We had hot sex that day and for many Clarence Shepard Day Jr. and months thereafter. In truth our relationship lasted for around 5 years. It ended when his crime syndicate relocated to the USA. The years we had together were a cracking meter and I think I can say with confidence that it was something More than just the sex that made it so wonderful. Perhaps it was the common sense of danger we sometimes felt, having sex almost within the earshot and muckle of his parents. Perhaps it was the sense of conversance we felt when lying naked in bed together, we had known each former for years before we started having sex but after our low gear romp in bed it seemed to us that we had known each early for eternity. I do not think I will ever eff what actually made it so excite.

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