Indian Gay sex story — The Librarian

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Indian Gay sex story — The Librarian

School was finally over and summer had begun at last. Danish was 18 years old, perhaps the most difficult part in his young life so far. Now came the next challenge; four years of graduation. He was not only nervous about that, but truly afraid. Somehow, he had to use this summer to prepare himself, and come to grips with things that were beyond his understanding.

He was a shy, introverted boy who never really had any friends. His father, who had been a police officer in their small town, was shot and killed when Danish was nine, leaving him alone with his mother who worked as a nurse at the local hospital. With a slight build for his age, he didn’t fit into the athletic crowd. Standing only 5′ 5” he was nonetheless handsome with pitch black hair and blue eyes that seemed to glow in contrast with his dark hair and lashes. He loved to read, which he did non-stop. The books would carry him away into fantasy land where he could be and do anything he wanted. Danish also loved to write. After reading a book, he would pen his own adaptation of the story or add a small part of his own. Now that summer was here, he intended to spend as much time as possible at the small public library in town.

Saheb was 21 and had just graduated from high school where he had been an above-average student, but not a brain. He was 6′ tall, had a muscular build, brown, neatly-trimmed hair and hazel eyes. He had had several girlfriends throughout high school, but not a steady relationship with anyone. What only a few people knew was that he was also bi-sexual. Later in the summer, he was headed for college out east, but was working part-time at the public library until then to earn some extra money.

Danish was already waiting when Saheb arrived at 10:00 to open the library. They knew each other slightly just by living in a small town, but had never spent any time together. Saheb actually knew more “of” him than about him, due to his father having been killed, sending a shock wave through the town. “Morning, Danish,” he said. “Hey, Saheb,” he replied in his soft voice. They went inside and Danish immediately chose a small table where he set his book bag down. That would be his spot for the rest of the summer. He never even bothered with the catalog, but rather went straight to browse the shelves manually, looking for whatever type of book suited him that day. Returning to his table, he would then read until the library closed at 4:00, stopping only to take some paper from his bag and write.

Sahebwas the only librarian there at any given time, and watched Danish follow his same routine each day. Sometimes, when no one else was in the library, which happened often, he would strike up a conversation with him. He learned about his fear of upcoming high school, but Danish would never explain why he was afraid. One boring day, with nothing else to do, Saheb asked him what he was writing. “Oh, nothing,” he replied. “Can I read it?” Saheb asked. “No. It’s just for me. No one else can ever see what I write. Never,” he replied sternly, and put his arms over the paper to shield it from view.

The summer continued uneventfully as Danish and Saheb came to know each other better. On one steamy August day, Danish had been writing and, apparently overcome by the heat, had put his head down on the table and fallen asleep. Since it was already past 4:00, Saheb locked the door, went over and gazed at the sweet kid sleeping peacefully. He knew he was breaking the rule, but couldn’t resist and carefully slipped the paper Danish was writing on from under his hand. He noticed that he had been reading “The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn.”

“Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn spent the hot afternoon swimming naked in the cool Mississippi River. When they had had enough, both got out and lay down on the soft grass of the river bank, watching the clouds roll by overhead. ‘You gonna let the Widow Douglas civilize you?’ asked Tom. ‘Hell, no!’ Huck said. ‘The Widder Douglas don’t leave a body have no fun a tall. Gots to wear shoes, no smokin, no cussin and, worst thing of all, twouldn’t be no more a this,’ Huck explained, as he rolled over and kissed Tom’s lips. Tom put his arms around Huck’s tan, slender body and pulled him close. ‘That would never do,’ he said with a smile. Their hot lips joined in deep kisses until Huck pulled back and shifted himself to straddle Tom’s face, leaning forward and taking his cock into his mouth. Tom slid his mouth over Huck’s hard cock and ran his hands over his smooth ass as he sucked him.”

Saheb reflected on his own youth, and now understood why Danish kept to himself so much and what his fear of high school might be. He was carefully trying to replace the paper under Danish’s hand when he suddenly awoke. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he saw Saheb next to him with his hand on the paper. He pulled it away in a panic and stuffed it into his bag. “Did you read it?” he demanded. “Yes, I did,” Saheb answered truthfully. Danish stood up and said, “I trusted you. No one was supposed to know. No one.” He turned his back on him and quietly said, “and now you do.” Danish was taken by complete surprise when Saheb put his strong arms around him and firmly pulled him against his body. He leaned into Danish’s neck and whispered, “yes, I do, and it’s okay. It really is.”

Saheb continued to hold him and gently began to kiss his soft neck as his cock, held tightly against his little ass, stiffened ever so slightly. Danish didn’t know what to do. He was frightened, but also knew that Saheb would never hurt him. He felt his warm breath on his neck, wrapped in his embrace, moist, hot lips kissing him, and the bulge against his ass. His head began to spin as Saheb lowered his right hand to his groin and gently ran his hand over Danish’s crotch. Was this really happening? Should he stop him? Were his dreams and fantasies actually coming true? As Saheb rubbed his crotch and tenderly kissed him, Danish’s cock hardened quickly.

He couldn’t believe it when Saheb opened his snap, lowered his zipper and pulled his white briefs down just enough to free his cock and balls. He jolted and gasped when he felt his warm hand wrap around his hard 4”, the first time anyone had ever touched his cock. Saheb slowly stroked his hard shaft, stopping only to gently fondle his smooth, hairless bag, then returning to his cock. Although doing nothing to make him stop, Danish kept whispering, “no… no… no.” Ignoring his feeble pleas, Saheb tightened his grip and stroked faster. He moved his left hand up from Danish’s chest to his face, where he softly ran his index finger across his lips, finally poking the tip into his mouth. Danish pulled the finger into his mouth and began sucking on it. Saheb timed the strokes of his cock to match the short thrusts of his finger into his hot mouth. Danish started to moan and breathe heavily and, when he felt him reach behind, grabbing Saheb’s jean-clad ass with both hands, he knew that he was ready. He took his finger out of Danish’s mouth and put his left hand over the top of his cock while stroking furiously with his right. “Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh,” Danish grunted as his body shuddered and jets of hot cream shot from his cock into Saheb’s left hand. When he felt his small body finally going limp, Saheb pulled his left hand up to his mouth and swallowed down every drop of hot sperm in it while still milking Danish’s softening cock with his right. Once sure that he had completely drained him, he brought his cum-drenched right hand up to Danish’s mouth, who licked it clean, running his tongue between his fingers and sucking each one of them. Saheb reached down, tucked everything back into his pants and zipped him up. Turning him around, he walked him to the door, bringing his book bag with him, unlocked it and said, “I can be here an hour early tomorrow, if you’d like.” Danish impulsively hugged him tightly, picked up his bag and, with a bright smile, left for home.

After eating dinner, Danish helped his mother with the dishes, as always. She noticed, however, that he wasn’t as focused as usual. “Is everything alright?” she asked. “It’s fine, mom. I’m simply tired tonight. I read too much today at the library, and just need to go to bed,” he answered. She gave him a kiss on the forehead and let him go. Danish went to his room and stripped to his underwear, then threw himself onto the bed. He wasn’t really that tired; it’s just that he couldn’t turn his reeling brain off. Saheb now knew that he was gay. He would have no reason to tell anyone else, but could he be sure? And what about Saheb? He must also be gay. After all, he had stroked him off and eaten his cum. Danish thought of his strong arms around him and those hot kisses on his neck. What would happen tomorrow? A hundred options coursed through his mind until, after nearly two hours, he finally drifted off into a fitful sleep.

It was 9:00 and Danish was waiting outside the library. His heart started to race as he saw Saheb approaching. “Morning, kiddo,” he said with a smile. “Hey, Saheb,” he said as he always did. Once inside the library, Saheb locked the door as Danish went to his usual table, setting down his book bag. When he turned around, Saheb was standing right in front of him. Without saying a word, he put his right hand on Danish’s cheek, softly caressing his face. Putting his left hand on his shoulder, he leaned down and kissed his lips. Fireworks went off throughout his body as Danish experienced his first kiss. It was soft, gentle, moist, hot and he nearly fainted. Saheb pulled back and gazed into his star-struck blue eyes with a smile. After all, he hadn’t forgotten his first kiss either. “Are you okay, Danish?” he asked quietly. The only response he could manage was, “uh, huh.” Leaning back in and putting his arms around him, Saheb gave him short, tiny kisses, sometimes just barely touching his lips. “Slowly we go,” he thought. He would back away slightly, giving Danish the chance to start returning his own little kisses, learning as he went. Holding each other closer, their kisses became longer, deeper and more passionate. Being taller, Saheb could feel Danish’s cock harden against his thigh as they tightly embraced, and his own cock was beginning to rage against his abdomen.

Needing a break for air, Saheb buried his face into Danish’s neck, and gently began licking his soft skin and nibbling on his earlobe while running his right hand over his round, firm ass. Recalling countless dreams, Danish did the same, licking his neck and taking in real man scent for the first time in his life. Saheb was the first to break away. He stared into Danish’s eyes for a moment, kissed him, and sank to his knees. Running his hand over the flaming bulge in his pants, he undid the button, lowered the zipper and pulled both his pants and underwear down to his ankles. He paused to take in Danish’s beautiful circumcised cock, small patch of black pubes and silky, hairless bag, then began kissing and licking his smooth, milky-white inner thighs, purposefully avoiding his cock. Danish’s head shot back as he felt the hot, wet tongue move its way around his sensitive groin, but never touching his cock.

Breathing heavily now with closed eyes, Danish put his hands on Saheb’s head, awaiting what he knew would come next. Taking the cue, Saheb flicked his tongue over his bag, then took the entire thing into his mouth, gently sucking his balls as he inhaled the sweet boy aroma. Knowing that this was all new to him, he decided that too much teasing would be a bad thing. He wasn’t going to let Danish’s first blow job end up with a load on the floor. With that, Saheb took his entire cock into his mouth and began to suck. Danish nearly shot through the roof as he felt the hot, wet mouth engulf his aching cock. He had imagined it a thousand times before in his mind, but never knew it would feel like this. Grabbing his firm, little buns, Saheb bobbed up and down on the hard boy rod with a passion, knowing it wouldn’t take long. Danish was quivering, on fire as bolts of pleasure roared through his body. Unable to stand it any longer, he gave in. “Oa, oa, oa, oa,” he yelped as his cock exploded in Saheb’s mouth. Seemingly endless blasts of hot boy juice flew from his cock into his mouth, Saheb sucking down every drop as he continued to bob. Knowing that he wouldn’t be able to think straight after such a huge blow, Saheb let his sweet cock slip from his mouth and stood up. As expected, Danish collapsed against him. He had to hold his body in his arms to keep him from falling to the floor.

He was panting. “Oh……huh, huh, huh….. I…… huh, huh, huh……think I might die……huh, huh, huh.” Saheb held him tightly and, smiling to himself, said, “no, you’re not going to die. It may feel that way, but I would never let that happen to you.” He held him closely and nuzzled into his neck until it was clear that he had recovered. Before the inevitable after-orgasm regret and doubt set in, he pulled his underwear and pants back up, making sure everything was closed. Wrapping his arms around him, Saheb whispered, “it’s okay. It’s really okay,” as he had told him the day before. Danish felt his warmth and caring float him to a height his imagination hadn’t even thought possible before. More than anything, he wanted it to be love, but somehow knew that could never happen.

A loud knocking on the door reminded Kamal that it was time to open the library. They had been together for an hour, and Kamal rushed to unlock the door as Danish sat down at his table, taking pencil and paper in hand. The hours dragged by and the hands on the clock seemed frozen in place. There were more people than usual in the library that day, and Danish could only stare longingly at Kamal, but made sure that he didn’t give himself away to anyone else.

When 4:00 finally arrived and the library was empty, Kamal asked, “are you ready to go?” as he stood by the door. Danish walked up to him and said, “not yet.” Kamal locked the door and Danish took his hand, leading him to an armless chair, gently pushing him back. Once seated, he put his legs on either side of him and sat down on Kamal’s lap. He gazed into his beautiful, hazel eyes, then wrapped his arms around him and pressed his lips firmly against his. He kissed him passionately, tilting his head from side to side. Kamal felt he was ready, and probed his lips with the tip of his tongue. Danish readily accepted it and they intertwined their tongues. The passion and intensity grew as they dined on each other like a gourmet meal, kissing, nibbling, tonguing. Sitting astride him, Danish had been grinding his cute, little ass into Kamal’s groin and could feel his hard cock through his jeans.

Danish broke his kiss and stood up, then backed away a couple of steps and sank to his knees between Kamal’s legs. He stared at the bulge in his pants, and started rubbing it with his right hand. Eager for his first real cock, he undid the snap, lowered the zipper, and pulled Kamal’s jeans and boxers down below his balls. After unleashing the beast, he could only stare at the hard, cut, slender 7.5” cock before him. He regained his senses, and tightly wrapped his left hand around the shaft, feeling the warmth and soft skin. “Oh, yes,” Kamal moaned. Danish held his cock while moving down to fondle his wrinkly sack with his right hand, gently squeezing his balls. Bending down, he began to run his tongue over the silken bag, taking one of his balls into his mouth. They were too big for him to handle both at once. He suckled on the hidden orb while stroking his dick. “Oh, Danish, that’s so good,” Kamal whispered, giving him extra encouragement.

Desperate now for his first taste, Danish let Kamal’s ball slip from his mouth and ran his tongue up the underside of his shaft from the base to the tip, feeling the blood coursing through the large vein. He licked up the huge glob of pre-cum oozing from the slit, savoring the sticky man-juice like it was nectar. Danish slowly curled his tongue around the sensitive underside of the head, then flicked it around the rim, finally taking it into his mouth. “Oh, fuck!” Kamal gasped as the sweet boy mouth enveloped his insanely hard cock. He gobbled on the succulent rod, taking only as much of it as he could handle while jacking the rest with his hand. Kamal grabbed Danish’s head, but wasn’t going to force anything. He just let him suck at his own pace, holding him gently as he slid up and down. His eyes closed, Kamal felt him pick up speed; sucking, jerking, sucking, jerking. He couldn’t hold out any longer and gave Danish his prize. “Ah, ah, ah, ah,” he grunted as his body was torn with mind-numbing pleasure, shooting sperm into his mouth like a fire hose. Danish felt the geyser erupt in his mouth and swallowed every delicious shot he fired. As Kamal’s wild orgasm slowed and his cock began to soften, he kept his mouth firmly around it, relishing the last few drops on his tongue.

As Kamal had done for him, Danish tucked everything back in and zipped him up, sitting back down on his lap. He held him closely and burrowed into his neck.“Was that okay?” he asked softly. “Oh, yes,” Kamal said, his breathing finally returning to normal.

“Since we’re both gay, could I … well…just maybe…be your boyfriend?” he asked sheepishly. Kamal had to think this out quickly. “You see, Danish, I’m not really gay. I’m a switch-hitter.” Perplexed, he asked, “what does that mean?” Although knowing that he might crush his innocent perception, Kamal decided to be truthful. “It’s like in baseball. Some guys can hit both right- and left-handed. That means I like both girls and guys.”

Kamal could feel Danish’s body deflate against him, but never released his close embrace. After several moments of silence, Danish said, “I understand. Will you find another guy at college?” “Maybe,” Kamal answered. “If you do, please don’t forget me, because I will never forget you,” he mumbled, forcing himself to hold back the tears welling in his eyes.

“Danish, you can’t be my lover, but you can be my boyfriend. Even if I meet someone else, you’ll be the only boyfriend I will remember forever, and that is my promise.” Danish pulled his face away from Kamal’s neck and looked at him, locking eyes as though welded together, and knew that it was true. As if saying good-bye for the last time, they melted into each other with a sensuous kiss.

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