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Melting Pot - Chapter 3 By Rilobo1
I arose early on Tuesday, and quickly did my usual rounds. Ididn't quite know what direction my talk with Atul would take, or what traininghe'd need, so I did take additional time with my shower, and quickly used thewand enema attachment as well. Just before 7:30, I heard the rowdy horde of thegreat unwashed -- also known as Alex and Jason -- out in the breezeway waitingfor the bus to arrive. I stuck my head out, greeted them both, and asked themto pipe it down lest they stir the wrath of the great dragon Rana. They bothrolled their eyes and giggled at this just as the bus arrived. They both madetheir way to the bus, but Jason turned back to me and mouthed "I love you": howprecious is that child! I then rummaged through my kitchen drawer holding allthe local take-out and delivery menus. I knew Atul was vegetarian, so I foundthe menu for "Kathmandu", a Nepalese restaurant in Clarkston in the sameshopping center as the Thriftown and the halal butcher. Kathmandu has anextensive selection of spicy vegetarian cuisine from the Indian Sub-Continent.I ordered some Methi Aloo (a potato dish), Gobhi Masaledaar (spicycauliflower), some rice, and some Naan bread to pick up shortly before 12 whenAtul arrived: I wanted him to feel comfortable. After taking care of someclient needs, and then picking up lunch, I was back at home and had just madesome hot tea when Atul knocked, precisely at 12:00 Noon. We sat at the table,and quickly and informally ate out of the to-go boxes.
After lunch, we moved to the couch so we could talk morecomfortably. He told me that he had a system recompile going, and didn't haveto be back into his office until 2:30 PM, so I dove right in and told him firstthat in order to help, I needed to know where things stood, and what level ofexperience he had. I also made full disclosure as to what Jason had told me inyesterday, and swore to God that anything said in this apartment would stay inthis apartment, and that no embarrassment or shame was needed. I then asked himif there was anything he'd like to change, comment upon, deny, or add -- towhich he replied that Jason's recounting was quite accurate.
He did, however, want to give me the full context of hismarriage to Rana. He had told me before that his marriage was arranged by bothsets of powerful, politically connected parents, and that a huge dowry had beenpaid in order to confirm the marriage arrangements. What he hadn't told me isthat his marriage had never been consummated: on the wedding night, they bothgot undressed for the first time together, and she shrieked at his erect penis,calling it "Vaikalyam," or "deformity" in Telugu. I did remember Jason tellingme of the "vaikal something" word he had heard several times in Atul'sapartment. He said that she frequently uses that word to refer to him, and willhave nothing to do with him. What I didn't know is that a Hindu marriage isabsolute, and many times not even death ends it. For him to divorce, or evenlet his parents know that he was miserable in this marriage of their choosingwould be an intolerable insult to them. In short, he would just have to makethe best of it. He said that in fact he had found a Telangana woman's groupnearby, and would start taking Rana there regularly to spend time. Hopefully,that would calm things down at home, but he had given up on the hope of a realmarriage.
I asked him if he had ever been with a woman or man beforenow, and he laughed a little. It seems that in India boys and girls are oftenkept apart by the families until their wedding nights. As a consequence, manymale friends will practice kissing each other or fool around (or more) untilthat time. He had kissed a few of his male friends, but after having come tothe United States to go to school, he honored his family's expectation that hewould have no personal contact with women until they found him a wife. He thenadmitted to having one or two fumbling matches with other college boys though,but fondling and kissing only.
This conversation seemed to confirm all of my earliertheories, and I was ready to roll out my plan for his "training" needed to makeJason happy. I did at the outset tell him this: "Atul, yesterday I saw yourpenis in its full glory, and I have to tell you it is not "vaikalyam". I thinkit is perfect, and after yesterday, I know it was absolutely designed forJason's happiness." I then asked him for his trust over the next two hours, asI had an admittedly unconventional method of demonstrating it, and training himto be the best possible partner for Jason. Atul said he trusted me, and for the second time in as many days, I tooka young man's hand, and led him to my bedroom.
When we got there, I took both his hands and told him how Iknew that messiness was a huge detractor in the relationship with Jason, andthat the beach towels on Sunday proved it -- to which he blushed momentarily. Itold him about the lube, and how that would help, and then told him how Itaught Jason how to clean himself out in advance. He was immediately curious,and wanted to know how. I told him that I'd need to show him directly, and thatit would be necessary to clean himself out order to demonstrate and to teachhim the skills he'd need to experience for himself how things feel -- hecouldn't deny that logic. But first, he'd have to remove his clothes to starteverything, otherwise, it would be far too messy. I told him that Jason was aboy who needed to know that he was at the center of his man's attention, andthe best way to do that was this: I walked up to him, stared him squarely inthe eyes, and forced him to keep eye contact with me. I unbuttoned his shirt,took it off of him, and hung it on the bathroom doorknob, then (again keepingeye contact) dropped to my knees and removed his socks, one by one, placingthem on the dresser. Next followed his pants, and they soon them hit the floor,and I took them off his feet one by one, and then -- with intense focus on hiseyes, took the waistband of his boxer shorts in each hand, and slowly loweredthem to the floor, and off his legs. His penis was already erect; I stood, lookeddown at his cock then back up in his eyes, smiled and said "it is indeedperfect", and he grinned at me. I asked him how it made him feel maintainingeye contact through the disrobing process. He thought about it for a second,and said that it made him feel like there was no one else in the world but us atthat time, and that it made him feel wanted. My response was "exactly, and thatis what Jason needs."
I then instructed Atul to undress me in the very same way:to show me that he understood it. He kept eye contact with me, did a fantasticjob, and by the end, I was as hard as he was. Next came the enema, which Ibriefly explained to him as I did it. He thought it odd, but quickly saw theutility in the process. He asked if he should clean me out, but I explainedthat I already had done that. Next was the shower, and the cleaning of thecockhead and the anus. In all honesty, I couldn't wait to get my hands on hiscock and pull back his foreskin to get a glimpse of that glorious, naked glans.He was still hard as a rock, and it took a moment with the washcloth to cleanall around and under the broad corona. I knew that when Jason's prostate wasbeing battered by this sledgehammer, he would be in heaven. I then moved on tothe anus, and was impressed by the little moans and shivers he produced throughthe whole process. I guess no one had ever touched him there, and he wassurprised to find how pleasurable it could be.
I told him there was no need for him to wash me, but heinsisted: he had never seen a circumcised cock before, and was dying ofcuriosity. It turns out that fully erect, I'm only about a half inch shorterthan he is, and about the same girth. Shortly after that, we got out of theshower, toweled off, and went to the bedroom. I had both of us sit on the edgeof the bed, and told him that I had some good news and some bad news. The badnews is that the insertion of Atul's penis caused a lot of discomfort for Jason,but Jason refused to tell him. Atul opened his eyes wide in shock, dismay, andworry, but I quickly brought him the good news: there was something Atul coulddo to make it much, much easier for Jason, and told him it was called "rimming".I got on my knees in front of him, and asked him to raise his knees to hischest and spread his feet. He did so, and I immediately went in for the fullrimming session on his clean, hairless anus. He jumped at first, but then tooka deep breath and started to moan deeply, discovering how incredible it felt. Icould feel his aperture begin to open bit by bit, until my tongue was deeplyinside him. I pulled away for a second, and saw that a gape had begun to open.I asked him to actively relax back there, and went back in with full tongue,grabbed the lube, and prepared my curved fingers for his mind blowingdiscovery. After a couple more minutes, I looked again and saw a full inchgape. It would not last long, so I inserted my two curved fingers, and went onthe hunt for his prostate. He started to protest, but that protest lasted onlytwo seconds and ended when I found said prostate and began massaging it. Aswith Jason, he went nuts, beginning to rapidly spew out pre-cum from hiscockhead and moaning/screaming with lust.
I pulled out then, and he protested with a gasp. I sat withhim as he collected his breath and told him that's what Jason feels when youare inside him. I then showed him my curved fingers, demonstrating what I hadbeen doing to his prostate inside, then I held his cock hook up next to myfingers, and showed him how perfect his cock was for Jason. He got itimmediately. Next, I got up on the bed, pulled my legs back, and told him toshow me that he could do it correctly. He didn't waste a minute, and within secondshis tongue was getting its bearing in my own anus. He copied my movementsprecisely, and soon found myself moaning like a bitch in heat. I felt my holestart to relax and widen, and told him to lube his cock, and find my prostatewith it: Jason needed for Atul's cockhead to know what to look for. Atul jumpedup, slathered lube on his cock, and the missile homed in on its target. I willadmit at some concern arising: his cock looked huge, angry, and highly needy! Ishouldn't have worried: the ministrations of his tongue took the lion's shareof the shock out of penetration, and he was in quickly. As I'm an adult, andtherefore larger, it did take Atul a second or two to locate my prostate, but witha bit of coaching, he was soon on it, he started hammering with that glans, andI was in utter delirium. I told him over and over how perfect he was, and howJason was going to love him more and more. I only wished he would pound me fulllength, and so I vocalized that with poetic language like "fuck me deep! Poundme!", and he complied. I did, however,after some time come to my senses and told him he could stop now, but he washaving none of that, saying he needed to prove to me how well he was going totake care of Jason.
He pounded me hard without pause for five more minutes (!),until I insisted that he stop and pull out, because I had a few more things toteach him. This time, he obeyed. The first thing I wanted to show him was hiscock, because it was clean -- with the exception of some easily removable lube.I grabbed a nearby towel, and wiped him and both our anuses clean. He wasflabbergasted at how pristine the environment was, and thanked me for theenhanced knowledge. I told him my towels would thank him if he followed theplan, and he laughed. Then, I told himhe was an expert fucker, and I hoped he would consent to come by, from time totime, and hard breed my ass into oblivion, giving me all his load -- to mysurprise, he said "yes", and that he really enjoyed fucking me. It was then timeto give Atul the final key to the Kingdom of Jason.
I began by telling him that simultaneous orgasms, when theyhappened, tended to magnify the effect for both partners greatly, and that thisis what he should be seeking with Jason. I continued telling him that while menand boys have the same basic equipment, that equipment functions differentlybefore and after puberty. After puberty, men produce wet orgasms, and can onlyproduce another orgasm after a certain amount of time -- based upon the man'sage -- had passed. This was called the "refractory period." Additionally, wetorgasms generally took significantly more time to build for most men, and assuch, simultaneous orgasms were difficult to coordinate and reach. For boysbefore puberty, orgasms were "dry", meaning no emission of sperm, but possiblysome prostatic fluid, or pre-cum might be emitted. For boys, orgasms could betriggered frequently and easily. Thus, simultaneous orgasms between a boy and aman could -- with planning and purpose, be easily achieved.
Finally, I told him that he needed to learn how to triggerJason's orgasm, and that he needed to make sure Jason had as many orgasms aspossible during their lovemaking, but most importantly, one at the beginning,and the principle one at the end when he, Atul, had his orgasm. He wasintensely curious as to how to trigger Jason's orgasm, and so I told him to layback on the bed, spread his legs, and I would demonstrate. Atul compliedquickly. I got between his legs, lubed up two fingers on my right hand, curledthem, entered, and then began massaging his prostate again. After a minute, Igrabbed his marble-hard penis with my left hand, skinned back his foreskin todisplay his massive, obscene, leaking glans, and devoured it with my mouth,dragging my tongue all over it with maximum friction. Within a very fewseconds, his entire body stiffened, and he began screaming and depositing loadupon load of sweet cum into my mouth. I couldn't keep up with the swallowing,and soon it was copiously leaking out of my mouth and onto the bed. A part ofmy mind considered this deluge of cum might be the final piece in the mysteryof the beach towels. The other part of my mind was in complete awe of this man.After a few moments of recovery, I found a towel, wiped my face, his tackle,and the bed. I then looked into his eyes, and asked if he now knew what theconnection between the prostate and the glans could mean for the happiness of mylittle buddy Jason. Breathlessly, he nodded "yes".
It took a few minutes for Atul to catch his breath, and Iselfishly used this time to ogle his lithe, fit maleness. I kept expecting the9 inch tumescence to deflate: this I wanted to see, because I had only everseen him hard. However, it never went down (hello? refractory period?).Confused, because Jason had told me that Atul got soft after getting "messy,"so I asked him about it. Atul confirmed that this was something new, but it waslikely because everything was so clean. Each time before, there was enoughmessiness to ruin the moment for Atul. He quickly looked at his watch, lookedlike he was figuring out an algebra problem, and then turned on his side toface me. He looked me in the eyes, told me he had a bit of time before he hadto be back at work, and then politely asked me like a dowager at a tea party ifhe could possibly be allowed to complete his task of pounding me and giving mean orgasm. Who was I to refuse: I said yes, laid back on the bed, and raised myknees to my chest.
Atul jumped to his knees, re-lubed his thick, brown cock, takinga few handstrokes to get the lube underneath his tight foreskin, each strokeallowing that swollen, purple glans a bit of air. Then, with his shaft shiningand waving through the air like a sword, knee-walked between my legs, raised myfeet to his shoulders, established smoldering eye contact, lined up, andpenetrated me fully in one deep stroke. I was in heaven. Atul then grabbed anankle in each hand, pulled my legs straight, and spread those legs to theirmaximum angle. Atul deep-dicked me for about 10 minutes like that until my ownerection returned with a vengeance, his hook and glans taking swipes at my prostateon each down and upstroke. I tried a couple of times to stroke my own penis,but Atul, keeping eye contact, smacked my hand away each time. Then, heswitched his strategy, and started short, fast jabs aimed at mobbing myprostate with that beautiful hook and huge purple pommel. The boy caught onquickly! Within seconds, I was far from coherent and could only vocalize moansand grunts. I began feeling my own orgasm approach, and spread my legs evenwider to give him better access, and he took advantage of it. He read thesigns, pounded faster, and then reached down to grab and begin masturbating mycock. This did the deal for me, and my pelvic muscles began contracting down onAtul's cock inside me, and shooting my load between us. He closed his eyes in agrimace, and his glans seemed to swell even larger. He screamed loudly anddeeply, and started cumming again -- a LOT of cum -- inside me. Again, the loadcouldn't be contained; I felt and counted at least huge 7 jets, and it began leakingout of my asshole and onto the bed. I'd have to visit the laundry room again,but I wasn't about to complain. Hefinally began to deflate, looked me in the eyes again, and breathlessly thankedme as he slid out with an audible "pop". I now knew that his soft penis wasbeautiful too, that I'd created an insatiable monster (perhaps two of them), andthat Jason would be well attended. Atul looked at the new, but entirely whitemess, and I told him that in future, beach towels might be in order, and that perhapshe should push all the way inside when cumming: that way, there'd be more roomto catch his prodigious production, and he nodded in understanding, filing thatinformation away for the future.
I then brought up my final lesson: I told Atul that Jasonneeded to be kissed, kissed well, and kissed frequently. Therefore, I needed tomake sure Atul could kiss properly. To his credit, Atul leaned down, wrappedhis arms around me, and began kissing me with a soft, gentle passion. He rampedup the kissing, adding tongue, humming, and body pressure. I was so turned onthat I would have signed over my entire estate to him. He just grinned, andsaid that learning to kiss boys was one of the few benefits of growing up inIndia. I told him that I'd not discussed kissing to Jason at all, and that Atulwould be the best teacher for him. Time was short, so I reached over to thenight stand and pulled out a tub of wet wipes; with them and the towels, hecleaned up, and quickly dressed. As he dressed, I asked if he were free at 4:30the following day (Wednesday), and he said yes. I told him to review what hehad learned today, and be ready for Jason tomorrow. He grinned broadly,promised to do so, and quickly left to get back to work. Right afterward, Idecided I wanted to keep his load inside me a bit longer --- it had been such along time between loads! I dressed, made a cup of tea, went out on the veranda,and waited in the warm sun for Jason to come home from school. When he andlittle Alex got home, I asked him to come inside so I could talk to him forjust a minute or two. Alex cast a questioning gaze, but Jason told him he'd seehim outside in a few minutes with his skateboard, and Alex scampered upstairs.Jason came in, and I told him very quickly that I'd had time to talk with Atul,and that he needed to be in my apartment no later than 4:00 PM tomorrow to "getready". Jason lit up like a Christmas tree, and promised he'd be here on thedot!