Melting Pot

While elements and scenes in this story are based in reality, all of the characters are 100% fictional!  Constructive comments are welcome at [email protected]

I arose early on Tuesday, and quickly did my usual rounds. I didn't quite know what direction my talk with Atul would take, or what training he'd need, so I did take additional time with my shower, and quickly used the wand enema attachment as well. Just before 7:30, I heard the rowdy horde of the great unwashed -- also known as Alex and Jason -- out in the breezeway waiting for the bus to arrive. I stuck my head out, greeted them both, and asked them to pipe it down lest they stir the wrath of the great dragon Rana. They both rolled their eyes and giggled at this just as the bus arrived. They both made their way to the bus, but Jason turned back to me and mouthed "I love you": how precious is that child! I then rummaged through my kitchen drawer holding all the local take-out and delivery menus. I knew Atul was vegetarian, so I found the menu for "Kathmandu", a Nepalese restaurant in Clarkston in the same shopping center as the Thriftown and the halal butcher. Kathmandu has an extensive selection of spicy vegetarian cuisine from the Indian Sub-Continent. I ordered some Methi Aloo (a potato dish), Gobhi Masaledaar (spicy cauliflower), some rice, and some Naan bread to pick up shortly before 12 when Atul arrived: I wanted him to feel comfortable. After taking care of some client needs, and then picking up lunch, I was back at home and had just made some 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 more comfortably. He told me that he had a system recompile going, and didn't have to be back into his office until 2:30 PM, so I dove right in and told him first that in order to help, I needed to know where things stood, and what level of experience he had. I also made full disclosure as to what Jason had told me yesterday, and swore to God that anything said in this apartment would stay in this apartment, and that no embarrassment or shame was needed. I then asked him if there was anything he'd like to change, comment upon, deny, or add – to which he replied that Jason's recounting was quite accurate.  He did, however, want to give me the full context of his marriage to Rana. He had told me before that his marriage was arranged by both sets of powerful, politically connected parents, and that a huge dowry had been paid in order to confirm the marriage arrangements. What he hadn't told me is that his marriage had never been consummated: on the wedding night, they both got undressed for the first time together, and she shrieked at his erect penis, calling it "Vaikalyam," or "deformity" in Telugu. I did remember Jason telling me of the "vaikal something" word he had heard several times in Atul's apartment. He said that she frequently uses that word to refer to him, and will have nothing to do with him. What I didn't know is that a Hindu marriage is absolute, and many times not even death ends it. For him to divorce, or even let his parents know that he was miserable in this marriage of their choosing would be an intolerable insult to them. In short, he would just have to make the best of it. He said that

in fact he had found a Telangana woman's group nearby, 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 real marriage. I asked him if he had ever been with a woman or man before now, and he laughed a little. It seems that in India boys and girls are often kept apart by the families until their wedding nights. As a consequence, many male friends will practice kissing each other or fool around (or more) until that time. He had kissed a few of his male friends, but after having come to the United States to go to school, he honored his family's expectation that He would have no personal contact with women until they found him a wife. He Then admitted 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 earlier theories, and I was ready to roll out my plan for his "training" needed to make Jason happy. I did at the outset tell him this: "Atul, yesterday I saw your penis in its full glory, and I have to tell you it is not "vaikalyam". I think it is perfect, and after yesterday, I know it was absolutely designed for Jason's happiness." I then asked him for his trust over the next two hours, as I had an admittedly unconventional method of demonstrating it, and training him to be the best possible partner for Jason. Atul said he trusted me, and for the second time in as many days, I took a young man's hand, and led him to my bedroom.

When we got there, I took both his hands and told him how I knew that messiness was a huge detractor in the relationship with Jason, and that the beach towels on Sunday proved it -- to which he blushed momentarily. I told him about the lube, and how that would help, and then told him how I taught 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 that it would be necessary to clean himself out order to demonstrate and to teach him the skills he'd need to experience for himself how things feel -- he couldn't deny that logic. But first, he'd have to remove his clothes to start everything, otherwise, it would be far too messy. I told him that Jason was a boy who needed to know that he was at the center of his man's attention, and the best way to do that was this: I walked up to him, stared him squarely in the 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 keeping eye contact) dropped to my knees and removed his socks, one by one, placing them 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 his eyes, took the waistband of his boxer shorts in each hand, and slowly lowered them to the floor, and off his legs. His penis was already erect; I stood, looked down at his cock then back up in his eyes, smiled and said "it is indeed perfect", and he grinned at me. I asked him how it made him feel maintaining eye 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 at that time, and that it made him feel wanted. My response was "exactly, and that is 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 fantastic job, and by the end, I was as hard as he was. Next came the enema, which I briefly explained to him as I did it. He thought it odd, but quickly saw the utility in the process. He asked if he should clean me out, but I explained that I already had done that. Next was the shower, and the cleaning of the cockhead and the anus. In all honesty,   couldn't wait to get my hands on his cock 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 clean all around and under the broad corona. I knew that when someone’s prostate was being battered by this sledgehammer, he would be in heaven. I then moved on to the anus, and was impressed by the little moans and shivers he produced through the whole process. I guess no one had ever touched him there, and he was surprised to find how pleasurable it could be.

I told him there was no need for him to wash me, but he insisted: he had never seen a circumcised cock before, and was dying of curiosity. It turns out that fully erect, I'm only about   half inch shorter than he is, and about the same girth. Shortly after that, we got out of the shower, toweled off, and went to the bedroom. I had both of us sit on the edge of the bed, and told him that I had some good news and some bad news. The bad news 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, and worry, but I quickly brought him the good news: there was something Atul could do 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 his chest and spread his feet. He did so, and I immediately went in for the full rimming session on his clean, hairless anus. He jumped at first, but then took a deep breath and started to moan deeply, discovering how incredible it felt. I could feel his aperture begin to open bit by bit, until my tongue was deeply inside 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 blowing discovery. After a couple more minutes, I looked again and saw a full inch gape. It would not last long, so I inserted my two curved fingers, and went on the hunt for his prostate. He started to protest, but that protest lasted only two seconds and ended when I found said prostate and began massaging it. As with Jason, he went nuts, beginning to rapidly spew out pre-cum from his cockhead and moaning/screaming with lust.

I pulled out then, and he protested with a gasp. I sat with him as he collected his breath and told him that's what Jason feels when you are inside him. I then showed him my curved fingers, demonstrating what I had been doing to his prostate inside, then I held his cock hook up next to my fingers, and showed him how perfect his cock was for Jason. He got it immediately. Next, I got up on the bed, pulled my legs back, and told him to show me that he could do it correctly. He didn't waste a minute, and within seconds his tongue was getting its bearing in my own anus. He copied my movements precisely, and soon found myself moaning like a bitch in heat. I felt my hole start to relax and widen, and told him to lube his cock, and find my prostate with it: Jason needed for Atul's cockhead to know what to look for. Atul jumped up, slathered lube on his cock, and the missile homed in on its target. I will admit at some concern arising: his cock looked huge, angry, and highly needy! I shouldn't have worried: the ministrations of his tongue took the lion's share of the shock out of penetration, and he was in quickly. As I'm an adult, and therefore larger, it did take Atul a second or two to locate my prostate, but with a bit of coaching, he was soon on it, he started hammering with that glans, and I was in utter delirium. I told him over and over how perfect he was, and how Jason was going to love him more and more. I only wished he would pound me full length, and so I vocalized that with poetic language like "fuck me deep! Pound me!", and he complied.  I did, however, after some time come to my senses and told him he could stop now, but he was having none of that, saying he needed to prove to me how well he was going to take 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 to teach him. This time, he obeyed. The first thing I wanted to show him was his cock, 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 was flabbergasted at how pristine the environment was, and thanked me for the enhanced knowledge. I told him my towels would thank him if he followed the plan, and he laughed.  Then, I told him he was an expert fucker, and I hoped he would consent to come by, from time to time, and hard breed my ass into oblivion, giving me all his load -- to my surprise, he said "yes", and that he really enjoyed fucking me. It was then time to give Atul the final key to the Kingdom of Jason.  I began by telling him that simultaneous orgasms, when they happened, tended to magnify the effect for both partners greatly, and that this is what he should be seeking with Jason. I continued telling him that while men and boys have the same basic equipment, that equipment functions differently before and after puberty. After puberty, men produce wet orgasms, and can only produce another orgasm after a certain amount of time -- based upon the man's age -- had passed. This was called the "refractory period." Additionally, wet orgasms generally took significantly more time to build for most men, and as such, simultaneous orgasms were difficult to coordinate and reach. For boys before puberty, orgasms were "dry", meaning no emission of sperm, but possibly some prostatic fluid, or pre-cum might be emitted. For boys, orgasms could be triggered frequently and easily. Thus, simultaneous orgasms between a boy and a man could -- with planning and purpose, be easily achieved.

Finally, I told him that he needed to learn how to trigger Jason's orgasm, and that he needed to make sure Jason had as many orgasms as possible during their lovemaking, but most importantly, one at the beginning, and the principle one at the end when he, Atul, had his orgasm. He was intensely 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 complied quickly. I got between his legs, lubed up two fingers on my right hand, curled them, entered, and then began massaging his prostate again. After a minute, I grabbed his marble-hard penis with my left hand, skinned back his foreskin to display his massive, obscene, leaking glans, and devoured it with my mouth, dragging my tongue all over it with maximum friction. Within a very few seconds, his entire body stiffened, and he began screaming and depositing load upon 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 of my mind considered this deluge of cum might be the final piece in the mystery of 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 the connection between the prostate and the glans could mean for the happiness of my little buddy Jason. Breathlessly, he nodded "yes".

It took a few minutes for Atul to catch his breath, and I selfishly 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 ever seen 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 was likely because everything was so clean. Each time before, there was enough messiness to ruin the moment for Atul. He quickly looked at his watch, looked like he was figuring out an algebra problem, and then turned on his side to face me. He looked me in the eyes, told me he had a bit of time before he had to be back at work, and then politely asked me like a dowager at a tea party if he could possibly be allowed to complete his task of pounding me and giving me an orgasm. Who was I to refuse: I said yes, laid back on the bed, and raised my knees to my chest.

Atul jumped to his knees, re-lubed his thick, brown cock, taking a few hand strokes to get the lube underneath his tight foreskin, each stroke allowing that swollen, purple glans a bit of air. Then, with his shaft shining and waving through the air like a sword, knee-walked between my legs, raised my feet to his shoulders, established smoldering eye contact, lined up, and penetrated me fully in one deep stroke. I was in heaven. Atul then grabbed an ankle in each hand, pulled my legs straight, and spread those legs to their maximum angle. Atul deep-dicked me for about 10 minutes like that until my own erection returned with a vengeance, his hook and glans taking swipes at my prostate on 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, he switched his strategy, and started short, fast jabs aimed at mobbing my prostate with that beautiful hook and huge purple pommel. The boy caught on quickly! Within seconds, I was far from coherent and could only vocalize moans and grunts. I began feeling my own orgasm approach, and spread my legs even wider to give him better access, and he took advantage of it. He read the signs, pounded faster, and then reached down to grab and begin masturbating my cock.

This did the deal for me, and my pelvic muscles began contracting down on Atul's cock inside me, and shooting my load between us. He closed his eyes in a grimace, and his glans seemed to swell even larger. He screamed loudly and deeply, and started cumming again -- a LOT of cum -- inside me. Again, the load couldn't be contained; I felt and counted at least huge 7 jets, and it began leaking out of my asshole and onto the bed. I'd have to visit the laundry room again, but I wasn't about to complain.  He finally began to deflate, looked me in the eyes again, and breathlessly thanked me as he slid out with an audible "pop". I now knew that his soft penis was beautiful too, that I'd created an insatiable monster (perhaps two of them), and that Jason would be well attended. Atul looked at the new, but entirely white mess, and I told him that in future, beach towels might be in order, and that Perhaps he should push all the way inside when cumming: that way, there'd be more room to catch his prodigious production, and he nodded in understanding, filing that information away for the future.

I then brought up my final lesson: I told Atul that Jason needed to be kissed, kissed well, and kissed frequently. Therefore, I needed to make sure Atul could kiss properly. To his credit, Atul leaned down, wrapped his arms around me, and began kissing me with a soft, gentle passion. He ramped up the kissing, adding tongue, humming, and body pressure. I was so turned on that I would have signed over my entire estate to him. He just grinned, and said that learning to kiss boys was one of the few benefits of growing up in India. I told him that I'd not discussed kissing to Jason at all, and that Atul would be the best teacher for him. Time was short, so I reached over to the night stand and pulled out a tub of wet wipes; with them and the towels, he cleaned 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 he had 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, I decided I wanted to keep his load inside me a bit longer --- it had been such a long 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 and little Alex got home, I asked him to come inside so I could talk to him for just a minute or two. Alex cast a questioning gaze, but Jason told him he'd see him 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 "get ready". Jason lit up like a Christmas tree, and promised he'd be here on the dot!

This this had been remarkable day with Atul. A feeling of hopeful joy long lost and considered dead 20 years ago began to seep into my awareness.