When my friend came to stay with us

[Hi. I’m Sanju from North. I won’t start off by making the usual claim that it is a true story I’m about to narrate. I know readers tend to take that sort of thing with a pinch of salt. So I’ll just let you decide if the incidents I’m narrating here are fact or fiction. Whatever be the case, more importantly, I want you to enjoy the story. A warning though: if you’re the kind who likes hard core slam bang stuff right from the first paragraph, then please don’t read it. But if you’re the kind who likes a slow buildup, and for you eroticism lies not so much in the act itself but in the context, I think and hope you might just love this one. Whatever the case, please do give some feedback/comments so that I know whether to continue with this or not. No fun in writing something if no one’s reading it, you know!]

Arun had been living in USA for a long time. We were old friends, together since the 6th grade. He left to study in Dallas back in 1994. Got married to an African American woman and settled down there. Later they divorced (no kids) and after some 18 years of living abroad, Arun had this longing to return to his homeland again. So he sent me an email that he would be coming back and staying with us. Arun’s own parents were dead long before he left for USA and for as long as I had known him, he had lived with his Aunt and Uncle. He had always had problems with his uncle and on returning, would rather have stayed in a hotel than with his uncle. Naturally, he would visit his aunt often but for around a month’s stay in India, he wanted to live in my house, where the three of us: I, my wife and kid (a son aged 6) were living. Of course, I was only too glad to be able to play host to my best buddy.

I had got married to Sweetie back in 1997; a love marriage. Sweetie is now 37, the same age as I am. She is what you might call a very sensuous woman. While eye catching when young, it seems age has actually accentuated her sexuality. She was slim to the extent of being thin when I married her: a mere 101 pounds on a 5 ft 4 inch frame, pleasant features, beautiful complexion heightened by the presence of two black moles almost artistically placed, one on her chin and the other on the neckline, just above her cleavage (she still makes me crazy when she wears a shirt with a low neckline). Now, after some 12 years of marriage and childbirth, she seems to have put on weight on just the right spots. Her 130 pounds now include ample flesh on her once flat ass, her 36 size boobs look much heavier thanks to the additional flesh round her bosom, and just a bit of fat on the once flat tummy (which she just detests but I find even that to be sexy in its own way). She also thinks her hips jut out too much but I just love the way they appear especially when she wears a jeans and makes men stare at her ass. Yes, I think I’ve always been a bit of a voyeur and though it initially made me feel guilty, I really feel horny when I see other men check out my wife’s ample figure. But that was as far as it went, and I never actually had fantasies involving my wife with other men. Not until, of course, what happened after Arun came to stay with us for a month.

The incident I am recounting happened last year in 2008. It is only now that I’ve finally managed to convince myself fully (at a conscious level) that what occurred during those 30 days actually transpired and was not just a fragment of my imagination, a dream from my wildest fantasies; that “normal” people like me, Sweetie and Arun can actually be involved in something as wild and irresponsible as this.

First, let me tell you a bit more about my relationship with Arun, as well as Sweetie, because I think that will help you a long way in understanding how the events took shape as they did. Arun and I were always the closest of buddies. The kind who grow up going to school together and doing all the boys’ stuff, like discussing sex and watching porn. While I was shy as a kid, Arun was always outgoing, talkative and open to the point of being shocking to people at times, a trait that used to get him into trouble when he was a kid. We are also very different in physical features: I’m of average height and slender frame with soft good looks, while he is tall, broad and not quite good looking in the traditional, movie star sense, but quite manly.

Arun helped break my reserve in a lot of ways. When we were big enough to be allowed our privacy, the first night he stayed at my house, we watched porn on a rented VCD player . Once the hot scenes started he surprised me by taking off the shorts he had borrowed from me for the night (the only piece of clothing he had on), and starting to masturbate right in front of me. As I looked incredulously at him lying naked right beside me, he asked me, “will you just keep staring at my cock or do something with your own too?” A little embarrassed I laughed and lowered down my boxer to access my own erect cock.
“Don’t behave with like a shy bride at her first night” he scolded me, “take it right off, and the vest as well; you’re wearing too many clothes for watching porn.”
He had me naked in less than a minute. While a little shy, I also felt very excited getting naked so close to another person for the first time in my life, even if he was another guy. When I adjusted myself back on my pillow and reached out for my cock again he took my hand and placed it firmly on his own cock, then with his other hand, grabbed hold of my cock and started pumping it slowly. To this day I cannot remember having experienced anything more pleasurable than that hand job he gave me. It was the first a hand other than my own had given me such pleasure.

After that we did it to each other a number of times. Sometimes while watching porn, on other occasions, just because we would be feeling horny. I don’t know if that makes us bisexual. I don’t think so as we never indulged in anything more like kissing or fucking each other. Though we did try a 69 once but found we had no talent for it as both could feel each others’ teeth rubbing on the delicate skin of our cocks. Yes, Arun did suggest once that I let him fuck me in the ass but I was much too afraid of the pain it might cause; also, to be honest, I was more than a little wary of the fact that it would give him a psychological advantage over me and he would tease me later by calling me a gandoo (a subordinate gay). I was at that age where this kind of thing could mean a lot between peers. Though later on, I used to fantasize about that possibility a lot of times. I don’t know about others guys but I have always wondered what it would feel like to have a cock inside your guts, moving in and out of your asshole.

After he settled down in USA and got married to a black American girl, some 5 years his senior, he used to send me pictures of his wife: first, ordinary pictures, fully dressed up; then a few in bikini, at the beach, in the company of some other friends, and then finally, one with her wearing only a G-string and nothing else. A few days after sending that picture, he sent me a mail again asking, “Did you masturbate?”