Aravind Comes for Dinner
When I opened the door, Aravind was standing there with a big smile on his face. His dark hair was all arranged in that very studied way that somehow looks wind-blown. He was wearing all black: tight pants and a tight satiny shirt that accentuated his lithe form. I found myself grinning back at him.
“I'm so glad to see you!”
He walked in and handed me a bottle of bubbly. I leaned in and kissed him lightly and took the bottle. He said in my ear, “I'm very glad to see you.”
I looked into his dark, intense eyes. His eyelashes seemed almost artificial they were so long. “I can hardly believe you're here.” I stared at him a moment, feeling stupid, then came back to my senses. “Come in, come in. Should I open this?”
“Of course. We need to celebrate...something.” He looked around at my Spartan flat. “Nice place. I see you're not a materialist.”
With a grin, I said, “Not that. I just don't know how to decorate.” I popped the cork and poured us big, fizzy glasses, and we clinked them together. It seemed to be our thing already. I said, “Come sit.”
We walked into my little sitting room. I had a big leather sofa and a table and not much else. I'd been trying to find an armchair to got with the sofa, but it was taking months. It takes me a while to make decisions. We sat close, but not too close. He took a sip of his prosecco and said, “I think I'm nervous, Sandor...is this a date?”
I suddenly felt stupid again. I gulped some of my drink and said, “I hope so...” Then he was grinning at me which helped. I said, “This is definitely a date. In fact it's my first official date with a man. Amazing, isn't it? I'm thirty-two.” It sounded ridiculous. I looked down at my hands and wanted to crawl into a hole.
I felt Aravind's hand take mine and a flood of relief washed over me. He moved a little closer to me and said, “I'm honoured I'm the first...”
I looked up into his dark, gorgeous eyes. How had I waited so long to let myself really see how beautiful men can be? Our faces were close so I leaned in and our lips met. Very softly, almost brushing against each other which sent a shimmer of excitement through my body. His lips pressed a little harder and I responded, feeling the flesh of our mouths mashing together. He tasted delicious, like candy and tea and something uniquely him.
He shifted and suddenly he was sitting in my lap, sitting right on top of what I realized was my hard-as-rock, hungry cock. I moaned and involuntarily thrust my hips up, feeling the tent in my trousers pushing into him. He laughed into my mouth and said, “You're very eager!”
“Yeah...sorry. This is new.”
He kissed my forehead, then my nose. “No. Don't be sorry. I like it. I like that you're into me. Because I'm really into you.”
His words were like electricity and I fucked upward again, more deliberately. I said, “You feel so good, your body is so beautiful.” I pulled his face into mine again and said, “I want to fuck you...”
He laughed again and leaned back, regarding me. He grinned and said, “There's no rush, Sandor. Why don't you give me dinner first and we'll see what happens.”
I was so aware of the heat of him and that mysterious jasmine scent that seemed to be oozing out of his pores. He kissed me but then I felt his hand slide down my chest and slip into my trousers. He was looking at me and I saw it in his eyes. It was subtle, but when he found my cock and wrapped his hand around it, running down the length, his face stilled. All he said was, “My...” He paused, pulled his hand out and slid off me. He kissed me yet again and said, “So, what's for dinner?”
It was good he changed the subject. I knew if we continued I would want to dive into something right there on the couch. So I pulled myself up and adjusted what was going on in my trousers.
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Unlike most Hungarians, I'm a vegetarian, so I made a sort of meatless goulash that my mother would have been horrified by. Beans instead of meat. It was really good if I do say so myself. I said, “I hope you don't mind...I don't eat meat.”
Aravind laughed and leaned against the counter, watching me at the stove. He said, “Neither do I. My whole family is vegetarian.”
I was relieved. I said, “Is your family Hindu?”
He nodded. “Many Hindus eat meat, but some of us see it as a kind of violence. For us it's ahimsa. Non-violence. Or at least that's what my parents say. I don't feel very Hindu since I was born here and we aren't practising Hindus, anyway. But I just don't think it's a good idea to eat meat.”
I smiled at him. I was glad of that. I said, “I don't either. My mother doesn't understand. I can't wait until I tell her about my sexuality!”
He was looking at me in a way that felt like he was reading my mind. “She won't approve?”
I gulped and stirred the goulash. “She's very Catholic...” I didn't say any more, hoping to change the subject. It felt like too much for a first date.
Aravind looked at his wineglass. He ran his finger around the edge and said, “My family has accepted it, but it took a long time.”
I could tell we both had stories, but I knew they could wait. And knowing that actually felt good. We had time. There would be time together.
When everything was cooked, we took our plates to the table and I lit some candles. It was another first. The first man I served dinner to who was on a date with me. I raised my glass and said, “To new beginnings.”
“To new beginnings.”
We ate and had comfortable conversations about life. Aravind was indeed six years older than I was. He had had a few significant relationships, but had been single for a while. I told him about some of my girlfriends. He was curious and I didn't feel he was judging me. At one point he asked, “So your best friend...it sounds like he has had a similar...awakening?”
I had to smile. “Yes. That's one word for it. Stan realized he's bi. It was a surprise to everyone, including him. But his husband – Sergio – is an amazing man. The three of us have known each other since we were in our early teens. Actually, I've know Stan since primary school.”
He asked me about our long friendship. He said, “I've never had a friend like that. I wish I did.”
I had to ask, “Why not?”
He put his fork down and sipped his wine. I could tell he was thinking what to say. “I've always known I was gay. I didn't have the words for it when I was young, but I think I assumed there was something wrong with me. So I kept to myself. I wish I hadn't, because I was lonely...anyway, when I made it to university I realized I didn't need to feel that way. I found some friends and I still have them, I'm happy to say.”
I took his hand and looked into his face. He was so open. It was lovely and, exciting. I cleared the plates and poured more wine. We returned to the sofa. I sat down and he very naturally sat really close to me, taking my hand again. It felt normal. It felt so easy. I said, “This is nice, Aravind. I'm glad you're here.”
He kissed my cheek. “I am very glad, indeed!”
I sipped my wine, feeling relaxed. I decided to say some things that needed to be said. I looked at him for a second, then began, “Assuming we continue dating – which I hope we do – I need you to know that I can't be sexually exclusive. I know, I know. What am I doing saying this the first time we get together? But it's the truth. I want to do some exploring. I hope that's all right. I wanted to get this out in the open right away.”
He did that thing he did the last time we were together. He laughed. And in a nice way. Like he was actually amused and happy. “Sandor...you're adorable. I mean really adorable. For one, I'm happy that you want to date me. Really happy. I always assumed this would never happen because I thought you were straight. Second: that's fine with me. You need to find out who you are in terms of being sexual with men. Even having crushes on men, I think. I'm not in a hurry to settle down and get married. But I do want to get closer to you, get to know you. I really like you. I assume that's all right?”
I felt a wave of relief. I leaned close to him. I could smell the wine on his breath and that soft, magic scent he we wearing. I kisses him a few times really lightly, staring into his eyes. Then I said, “That's exactly what I hoped you would say.”
Kissing him so openly, without hesitation, was turning me on in ways I had not expected. My body was humming and my dick was very crowded in my trousers. I leaned back and sipped some more wine. I could tell he was looking at me. I turned my head and met his eyes. They were shining and not because he was going to cry. It was a look of sexual hunger. I could feel it.
I reached out and put my hand on the back of his head and pulled him close. He said, “Let's just go to the bedroom...”
I knew what he meant. It was obvious what we were both feeling. I took his hand and pulled him up, immediately leading him down the hall and to the bedroom. He stopped me by the bed and started to undo my shirt. His dark hair was hanging over his eyes which looked adorable. He peeled my shirt off and I did the same to him. Once he was shirtless, I ran my hand down his smooth, only slightly haired chest. He was slim, but I could tell there was strength there. I trailed my hand down his belly and pushed my hand into his pants. He gasped and I almost gasped because of what I found there.
Holy fuck. He was as big as I was. That was unexpected. For a guy his size to have a cock as big as mine? I'm close to six feet and he was probably two inches less and his body had less bulk than mine. I didn't say anything, but I was suddenly more than excited. I undid his pants and almost tore them off him. He wasn't wearing briefs which felt like the most erotic thing yet. This amazing, uncut, brown cock sprang out. Fully hard. Throbbing. I took it in my fist and stroked as he devoured my mouth, his tongue digging into me, battling with mine.
I fumbled for my own pants and slid them off. My red boxer briefs were all crooked and most of my cock was protruding. He looked down and them back at me. With a sly smile, he said, “I think we have something in common.”
He pulled my briefs off and there we were. I leaned in and our dicks were rubbing together as I sucked on his ear, as I licked his neck. I felt his hands on my ass, massaging my glutes, gripping fistfuls of my flesh. He pulling me closer. Our cocks were getting wet and they pushed at each other, mine sliding up his length, my balls pressing into his shaft.
I moaned and dug my tongue harder into his mouth, then pushed him onto the bed. He lay there, his sinewy, strong, smooth body which only had a path of dark hair just on his chest looked perfect. There was a thatch of dark curls around his big, slim prick, making my mouth water. I fell on top of him, thrusting my cock under his balls and sucking on one of his nipples. I took his cock in my hand and stroked, my tongue working around his neck and under his chin as I stroked that hot muscle. I was working on instinct. I knew what I wanted.
But so did he. He said, “Fuck my face, Sandor. I want to see you use that thing. And then you can fuck my ass as hard as you want.”
The clarity of his desire took my breath away. But I took him at his word. He moved up on the bed so he his head was leaning against the end of the bed. His big dick was still stiff and intense-looking. He was breathing heavily, his slim torso slightly sweaty. I leaned down and licked his cock a few times, getting a taste, then I sucked on his firm nipples, giving each a bite. I don't know where this Sandor came from, but I liked him. I felt unleashed.
His body still smelled of jasmine, but now a little sharper, more animal. I straddled his face and my balls sat under his chin, the base of my cock pressing into his mouth. I felt his tongue investigating my hairy sac which made my ass tingle. Then I pulled back a bit and let the head of my streaming big cock slide into his mouth. Now or never, I thought. If Stan and Sergio could take it, then it must not be that big, even though no woman I had been with could claim to have.
And he did. I slid in, I kept pushing. I felt the head reach his throat and I kept pushing. I could feel him relax, I could feel my cock push past everything and into his throat. I stopped and looked down. I could see the strain. I could see the hair around my dick push into his nose. But I felt – rather than hear – him moan. He was enjoying it.
I pulled back and pushed in again. I felt some of his fingers push into my asshole. Gently, but firmly. He wanted everything. I awkwardly looked back and his fist was around his equally big dick, stroking slowly. The head of his cock was wet with a stream of pre-cum that was drooling out and onto his belly.
My hips pulled back again and I drove into his face with a little more force. He made some louder noise. My body was on fire. I could feel waves of pleasure exploding from the base of my cock and out into my torso. I knew I had to hold back. I wanted this to last. And I wanted to fuck him.
I lunged forward a few times, each time his throat opened to me. I felt his tongue running all over the shaft of my cock, digging into the cleft under the helmet as it made its way back into his throat. My balls were soon slapping against his chin. I could hear him breathing each time I pulled back: ragged and desperate. I could feel him jerking himself behind me and his body was writhing on the bed.
But I knew not to go too far. I finally and slowly pulled my cock out of his mouth. It was red and wet and there was long string of pre-cum connecting his tongue wth the head of my cock. I reached down and collected it on my finger, brining it to my mouth. It almost pushed me over the edge.
I leaned down and our mouths met in a wet, pre-cum-filled, messy kiss. Then I licked and kissed my way down his body until I found his insanely hard cock with my mouth. I wanted to return the favour. I took it in one hand and jacked and sucked at the same time, but slowly. I wanted to drive him a bit crazy. He bucked his hips up and gagged me with all eight or so inches of muscle. I wasn't at all used to taking cocks, much less huge cocks, but I knew I now had someone to practice on.
He smelled sweaty and spicy like someone in heat, which he was. He took my head in his hands and fucked my face, driving his length deeper than I had ever taken a cock, right into my throat. I did gag a few times, but I was determined to take it. I relaxed my throat just as he did it again, and his cock became a piston. I could taste his juices and his sweat. My throat hurt a little but I bundled the discomfort in with all the lust that was running through my body. I wanted this. I wanted everything and I was willing to experience it all.
But I needed to breathe, so I spat him out and sat up. I looked into his big dark eyes as I pulled his legs up and apart, nudging forward until my cock was nestled in the dark hair between his ass cheeks. I reached beside us and grabbed the lube that sat beside my clock. I squeezed out a bunch onto my cock until it was shiny and slick. I looked back into his face and pushed three lubed fingers into his soft asshole, still finding it almost a shock to be inside a man, as if I was breaking some rule. He shut his eyes and moaned.
I took my dick in my hand and rubbed it in little circles around his tight hole. I pushed the head in and I felt him relax. He felt warm and soft, but snug. I could feel every bit of my cock being massaged by him, by that velvet tunnel that seemed to be welcoming me. There was no resistance but his groans and gasps got louder. I leaned down and kissed him, sucking on his tongue that he fluttered in my mouth.
He finally gasped, “Fuck me with that thing, Sandor. Fuck me deep and hard. Don't be shy.”
I pulled out so the head of my prick was just inside his hole, then I lunged forward with some force. He moaned and said, “Fucking harder!”
I had to overcome a part of me who didn't believe him, but I gave him a more intense thrust, and I felt like I was splitting him open as I jammed his whole body backward and into the bed. I heard the frame complain and the whole thing knocked into the wall. I laughed and did it again, harder. He looked up at me, his face lost as if he was on another planet. I kissed him, then did it again. Faster. Harder. I kept going, the two of us getting into a rhythm, our breathing seeming to be in sync.
After a while I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. I was at the limit of how much pleasure my body could take before something happened. I looked into his dark eyes and through gritted teeth said, “You want my cum? You want me to fill you up?”
He laughed, but growled at me, “Fuck yeah! Fill me with it!”
That was it. I lost it. I lost the ability to think as amazing electricity took over my body. I shut my eyes, still thrusting as deep as I could go, but my cock seemed to expand and then explode. I could feel the cum erupting from me and I stopped breathing, but moved faster, the energy making me move with hyper-sonic speed. The bed was bashing the wall and I had the crazy thought that it would break beneath us. I felt several of his fingers slide into me, digging into my asshole as my balls emptied into him.
But he wasn't done. Not even close. He pushed me backward, my cock sliding out him. He reached his hand behind him and said, “I'm going to fuck your cum back into you, Sandor.”
His hand appeared all covered in my juice. He took hold of his cock and smeared my cum all over it, then pushed me backward. I hiked up my legs and pushed so my ass was exposed and he began to firmly, but not too aggressively, plunge his long, brown cock into me.
I barely had time to think, but I managed to relax, remember Sergio's cock, and I took some deep breaths until I felt his body connect with my ass. It was intense. It was fucking intense to have so much cock in me. Sergio is big, but this cock? I felt like it was pushing at my throat it was so deep. I shut my eyes and breathed. I concentrated on relaxing my hole, his cock stretching me more than I thought possible. I opened my eyes when I felt some of the pain transform itself into white hot pleasure.
He grinned at me and without any warning, flex his hips and skewered me. He pulled back and drove, he pulled back again and lunged into me. Deep. I gasped a few times, but not from pain or not completely from pain. Even though I had just cum hard, I could feel myself enjoying the assault. I wanted it. I wanted to be fucked. That's what was so surprising. Even though I was riding the edge of discomfort, I wanted to be taken, to be fucked, to be used.
He was close, I could tell. He started this low sound like a big engine warming up, still fucking me hard. The bed was now nudging its way the opposite direction. But after his cock had invaded impossibly deep into me, deeper than I thought possible, he pulled his cock out and started stroking hard. I almost yelled at him, “Cum in my mouth. I want to taste you.”
So he did. He moved quickly up and sat on my chest and stroked fast. I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue and he aimed, still frantically moving his fist and suddenly streaks of cum rocketed out. Not ropes, not a burst, but jets of it. It hit the back of my throat and I coughed and swallowed, and choked and swallowed. It kept exploding in long, almost mechanical bursts. I couldn't believe how much he produced. It tasted mild and almost creamy with a slight bitter aftertaste that I loved. It filled the back of my throat and I continued to swallow, growling and moaning and making sounds I didn't know I could make.
Suddenly his cock was still. There was a string of cum dripping from the end onto my tongue, which I sucked in, then he was done. His slid that amazing instrument into my mouth where I ran my tongue all over the shaft, feeling the last trickle of cum swirling around. He pulled out, then leaned down and we kissed very gently for some time. No words. Just kisses. He smelled fantastic by this point: hot and sweaty as if he had run a marathon. I imagined I smelled the same when he nudged his face into my armpit and breathed deeply. He raised his head and grinned at me. “Hungarian sweat. My first.”
I burst out laughing and threw my arms around him, pulling him close. Our limp, sticky cocks and our damp balls were all mashed together. His fine, smooth chest felt beautifully sensual against my hairier one. I slid my hands down and cupped his perfect ass, all muscular and round.
Finally, we turned and lay face-to-face. He looked into my eyes which seemed huge at such close range. He said, “That was, Sandor, one of the best fucks I've ever had.”
I felt stunned and pleased and embarrassed all at the same time. I said, “Really?”
He laughed. “Really. I'm not just saying that. You could have fucked me for a week and I still would have wanted more. And fucking you was...overwhelming.”
I didn't know what to say, but I said, “Thanks. I've had so little experience with men, but I will say that was probably the best sex I've had in my life.”
And it was true. No experience with women, or with Sergio and Stan, could compare to what we had just done. I kissed him some more and then some more. I was happy in a simple, clear way. I realized how easy it was to just be open to my pleasure and someone else's. And I had the thought, as I pulled a sheet, then a blanket over us, that this was just the beginning of my exploration. But I also knew that Aravind had some exceptional place in it. I wasn't sure what that place was, but I knew he would be there in it, no matter what else happened, who else I fucked, who else fucked me.
I kissed him and then he said in my ear, all soft and breathy, “I can't wait to see what you do next, Sandor. Manchester better watch out.”
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