Melting Pot

Ok. I was stunned. A straight, blond, completely naked, Nordic father was spread out in next to me with his legs splayed wide open. Had there been some super-secret gay lotto that I had won? I forced my eyes back up to meet his, and asked him if he were sure about this. He just gave me that cock-eyed grin, and said "wenn schon, denn schon" (a German proverb: roughly, if you're going to do something, then do it right.) That's enough for me, so I asked him to please go to the bathroom and prepare himself His response? (I shouldn't have been surprised) "You told both of us to go upstairs and, and get ready for training, so we both did." He wiggled himself down toward the hard, firm edge of the new IKEA sofa. I got down on my knees on the floor between his legs, took the towel he had also brought, raised his hips a little, and he helped me to cover the sofa cushion. For final clarification, I asked him what limits he wanted to set. Again, his answer was simple: do to me what you would do for Jonas.

I took in the whole scene. Indeed, he looked like a magnified vision of his son. His long, muscular legs had blonde hair only on his lower legs, his shapely feet were quite long. His ass had only a light dusting of blonde peach fuzz, between his cleft; his taint and scrotum was hairless, and his is cock was mostly flaccid -- and why shouldn't it be. He was straight, and had just dumped a massive load into his own son's ass. I was rock hard, as I hadn't cum yet, and, well I had a straight married father's pink and virginal asshole staring up at me. I grabbed his cock in my fist, and pumped it up and down a few times. Leaning forward, I pulled his foreskin down under the corona, and put a vacuum seal around his cock head, sucking on it for a moment  or two before putting the entire shaft into my mouth. I looked up at his face, and his eyes were focused like a laser beam on the scene below.

I remembered him telling me that he needed a visual to get going for Jonas, so I gave him a visual. With my eyes intently staring up into his face, I pulled his cock out of my mouth, and began attacking it with my tongue, slipping it into his foreskin, and providing friction to his cockhead. Stripping the foreskin back again, I licked all around his rim of his helmet, and probed his piss slit with the tip of my tongue. It worked: his glans began swelling, and within a few heartbeats, his cock was hard, and throbbing at the rhythm of his heartbeat. I raised up off his cock and stopped his protest, telling him that I would normally make Jonas cum here, but since Jürgen was an adult, cumming now would prevent him for knowing how to appreciate what was coming next. He accepted that reasoning. To compensate, I put both my hands under his knees, pushed them back and apart, and dove down on that sweet, pink, virgin pussy, kissing and tonguing it with every fiber of my being. He moaned deeply, and replaced my hands with his own, pulling his knees back even farther. I moved my own hands down to his ass, and used them to spread his cheeks out more, so that my tongue could begin digging even deeper. I looked up at his face again, to find him staring at me. He started talking dirty: "You like that pussy? Yeah? It's opening up for you." My mouth and tongue were so occupied that I could only hum "mmmm hmmm" in response. 

Then, he changed things up: He altered his voice into a falsetto, told me that his name is Jonas, and asked me to please not tell his Papa that I was eating his pussy and about to fuck him hard and deep and breed his virgin cunt (he used the German word "Jungfrauvotze". Wow! New vocabulary item: I'd never heard that one before) I raised up long enough to look at the pussy before me beginning to dilate, and to tell him that I promised not to tell his papa that his dirty little boy was about to be fucked by a neighbor man. OK. I like role playing, so why not? I lifted up and told him "I'm sorry Jonas. I can't fuck your virgin pussy, because I don't have any condoms," before diving back down and digging my tongue into an increasingly loose and sloppy anus. "Jonas" went further, raising his legs even higher, and said "Please Mister Rich, I don't care about condoms. I don't want any condoms.” Here, he pulled back his knees, and reached down to open his ass wider with his own hands. “I need you to fuck me raw, and show me what it feels like. I need to know where my itch is, what it feels like, and what it feels like when it gets scratched properly. Mr. Rich, you know where my itch is, so I need to feel your hard cock fill and scratch my itch, and pound my boycunt, and cum inside me, so I can know how to explain everything to my Papa so he will be able to understand me." Wenn schon, denn schon indeed. I love role playing, but this was transcendent: the man really loved his son so much that he was willing to go all the way down this particular road, and learn how to better help his child through his difficulties.

I grabbed the lube, and squirted some out on the first two fingers of my right hand. I lifted up, placed my fingers at the edge of his anus, and said "OK Jonas. In order for me to help you, I have to get you opened up enough for my cock. I'm going to do this slowly with my fingers. It may feel uncomfortable, but I'm going to go slowly. Please let me know if anything is too painful, OK?"  Jürgen broke character for a bit and said "don't worry. I will." Before going back to his falsetto voice, saying "Do whatever you need Mister Rich, I'm ready." I pushed my index finger halfway into the little gape that my tongue had created, wiggling it around to gauge the tension of his anal ring; it was taut, but pliable. I pushed in a little deeper, making sure I was looking up into his face to detect any sign of distress. I also told him that if things felt too tight, he could press down with his muscles as if he were on the toilet to help with the entry, and to please let me know vocally what was going on, and to tell me when to stop, and when to continue. He said that it was all ok, and that I could go further.

I added the second finger and pushed in, twisting them to stretch the entire sphincter. He winced for just a few seconds, took a deep breath, and relaxed a bit, his legs coming back down just a bit. After a few more moments, I curled my fingers up toward his prostate, and began a quick flicker with both fingers. "Jonas'" eyes went wide -- as did his legs again, and his breathing became more rapid and shallow. "Jonas?" I asked him, "Is that where your itch is?  I think I found it." Jürgen dropped the role play, saying in his normal voice "Oh my God. That's incredible. I've never felt anything like that!" I just looked into his eyes and in German said “Prostata,” and he gave me a kind of “Aha” expression. His penis was still rock hard, and drooling a constant stream of pre-cum from his enlarged, purple, half exposed cockhead. I stopped flickering, and held my fingers in place. Jürgen's breaths slowed down and became deeper. I could also feel his sphincter relax bit by bit until I felt that he was ready for a third finger. I asked him if he was ready, and he nodded yes. When it was in, and joined the others in twisting around his sphincter. 

I visually checked in on Jürgen -- his head was tilted back, and his face seemed to be at peace. I withdrew the fingers, and his head snapped forward, eyes questioning what was going on. I put all three fingers in at once, and then removed them, keeping up the entry and withdrawal, with the occasional flicker on the prostate, eliciting a sharp intake of breath.  As I had told Jürgen earlier, when Jürgen was ready, he would let me know what to do next, and when to do it. It was not long in coming either. "Jonas" made his reappearance, looking down at me, and saying "I'm ready Papa. Please fuck me Papa. I really, really do feel the itch, and it's making me crazy. Please Papa. Make the itch go away with your big Papa cock!" Is this something Jonas had really uttered? "Jürgen" reappeared just afterward, and confirmed the request. He told me that he really could feel it, and was ready to understand how his son felt. I grabbed the lube, and slickened up my cock, and Jürgen moved to hold each foot with the corresponding hand, bringing Jürgens legs into the proper configuration and angle for a proper ass fucking. "Put it in me and fuck me just like I fucked Jonas earlier." Oh my God, I thought: I am about to fuck an entirely heterosexual, butt-virgin, married father. His cock was producing a lot of pre-cum, so I scooped it up and applied it to my own cock. 

I took a deep breath, and lined up my now even slicker cockhead, checking in visually with Jürgen. He nodded his go-ahead, I told him to bear down, and then pushed forward all the way into him. Jürgen's eyes bugged out a bit, and he explosively exhaled with an "oof!”. For a microsecond, I considered pausing the fuck, but Jürgen had been clear: fuck him like he fucked Jonas. I pulled back nearly out, and plunged in again, one second strokes: in with an audible "slap" on the "one", and out on the "Mississippi". I kept up this pace for a couple of minutes until Jürgen seemed to have come to terms with his very recent deflowering. He had been looking up at me, until we both heard a noise to the rear and right of me. Without changing the rhythm of the fuck, we both looked in that direction, and saw Jonas's head disappear behind the wall. I looked down at Jürgen with a "what do we do?" look -- and he took charge, telling me to continue, and calling his still naked son over to the couch. Jonas asked him "are you doing this for me Papa?" The answer? "Yes son. I love you, and I'm learning how to take care of you. Please stay here and watch".

Jürgen then asked me to take his ankles, and to let him feel what "scratching" feels like. I pushed forward, changing my angle of attack, and started giving short, quick thrusts into Jürgen's prostate. I thought for a second that the man's head was about to explode! He started screaming and whimpering, and his eyes rolled back in his head: he wouldn't be able to take much more of this, so I changed to Jonas’ preference -- two long, and one short thrusts. This brought Jürgen back down from the stratosphere. Looking over, I could see little Jonas' penis was again hard as a rock, pulsing with his heartbeat. His glans had pulled out past his foreskin, and he had droplets of fluid pooling in his little piss slit. I removed my right hand from my ankles, scooped up Jonas' pre-cum with my finger, and applied it to the interface of my cock and Jürgen's ass. Returning my hand to his ankles, Jürgen looked up at Jonas, and said "Kuss mich, mein Schätzchen" (Kiss me, my little treasure.)

This was all too much for me, and I started giving short strokes again, and sped things up. Jonas asked me if his Papa was about to come, and I nodded "yes". Jonas then shocked both of us: he climbed up on the sofa, straddled his father's hips facing away from me, I realigned Jürgen's legs downward to better allow it, and Jonas lowered himself down on his father's obscenely engorged cockhead. Jonas said "help me! I need to have all my Papa's sperms!" so I grabbed him by the hips with both hands, and began physically masturbating the father with the son's ass. None of us lasted long afterward. I felt Jürgen's internal spasms, and drove deep where I had my own spasms. I just let gravity do its thing, and Jonas fell down to completely engulf his father's cock, and began having his own orgasm just as the father began filling the son again with his second load of the day.

We disentangled, and Jürgen sent Jonas to the bathroom to get some more towels. While he was gone, Jürgen thanked me, saying that he was now beginning to understand why Jonas was the way he is. He also raised himself up, and gave me a nice kiss full on the lips. Jonas saw the kiss as he returned with the towels, and with a questioning gaze asked "Papa, bist du auch jetzt schwul?" (Papa, are you gay now too?) Jürgen just laughed a little bit, and said that no, he's not gay now, but he learned how to enjoy being a little gay from time to time. I told Jürgen that in order for the both of to be properly broken in, they really needed to spend some time with Atul, because he had the PERFECT cock to scratch both their itches. Jürgen then grinned at me, and asked me to please set up that appointment! I told him that we could go and ask right now! It was getting to be close to the time that Atul had to go pick the bitch -- err, Rana up anyway, so even if Atul and Jason were still rutting, they needed to stop. Jürgen got us both a kölsch beer, and we enjoyed it as we all went to the bathroom and cleaned ourselves up a bit before getting dressed. Jürgen also gave little Jonas a bit of his beer, and Jonas surreptitiously took a few sips of mine as well. I'm getting to like this little scamp greatly, and his Papa too. Now fully dressed, it was 2:00 PM, and all three of us started the trek downstairs, where we met with the Ramirez family just returning from church and probably a long community lunch afterward as was usually the case. Alex ran up to me, and gave me a big hug. Carla and Felipe both thanked me for taking care of him the past two nights -- if they only knew how well I had taken care of him! Alex asked if Jason was around, and I told him he was probably inside (wink wink), so Alex also joined our invasion party as his parents started up the stairs. Jürgen stopped them, thanked them, and told them that the tamales were the most delicious thing they had ever eaten, Carla just giggled with delight, and they went on their way. Both Jürgen and I took a brief look at Felipe’s nice, tight ass as he began climbing up the stairs. Then, all four of us went into the apartment, and I whispered that they should wait a bit, and let me look in on Atul and Jason. I went to the guestroom, rapped lightly on the door, and asked if I might come in: I heard two voices, one high, and one low say "yes". I cracked the door, and stepped inside.

What I saw was a thing of beauty. Atul was standing there, slow dancing with Jason to silent music. He was holding Jason up against his chest, each of his strong hands clutching one of Jason's butt cheeks, Jason’s arms wrapped around Atul's chest, and legs wrapped around Atul's hips. Jason's head lay on Atul's right shoulder, with a wide, contented smile on his face. As the dancing couple slowly turned around, it was obvious that Atul's cock was firmly planted inside Jason, as Atul's strong arms ever so slowly raised and lowered Jason's body over it. Cue Alex to storm in on the scene. When he got in and saw what was going on, he just said "Woooahh"! jumped on the bed, and started taking his clothes off. I suppose I couldn't blame him: he was the only one in the apartment that had not had sex at least twice that Sunday.  As Alex approached total nudity, I told Atul that he should probably be getting ready to go get Rana. Atul just smiled and said that Rana had texted him to pick her up after 4:00 PM, and that he was going to enjoy the bonus extra time with his baby, who just cooed in delight.

I then told them that Jürgen and Jonas were outside in the living room. Jason said that Atul had told him about everything, and that he was fine with helping them out. Alex just blurted out "were you teaching them how to fuck right?” I just looked at him, telling him that there were probably better ways to express that, and that yes, they needed our help. Alex just said "cool! They're both HOT! Bring them in here then!" Oh, that's my dear, sweet, little boywhore!  Jason looked at me, and said yes, he wanted to help as well, and Atul just nodded his assent, and kept dancing with his little sweetheart in his arms. Alex, on the other hand, was just sitting on the bed, naked, and hard as a railroad spike. I stepped out into the living room and told Jürgen and Jason that we should probably switch to English, and that there were three very naked people in the room who have invited them in. I started taking off my clothes -- again, and Papa and son quickly followed suit. In less than a minutes, three additional naked people entered the guest bedroom.

Subtle Alex (ahem) just shouted "wow! They look just like each other!" Our guests needed a minute to take stock of everything there was to see. First, they looked over the beautiful Indian man who had his cock impaled inside the small Asian boy, then eyes went over to the bed, where Alex was on his bed, legs spread, and hard as a nail, fingering his tiny hole. I told Atul that what both our new neighbors needed most was an experience with his very perfect tool. I told them I had not described it to them, but if he would be so kind as to show them, they would understand. Jason said that he'd had plenty of it today, and asked Atul to put him down, and show them. Atul began lifting Jason up, up, up, and up until the huge cockhead pulled out of Jason's hole with a "plop," and set Jason down. Jason then moved up onto the bed with Alex, and both of them cuddled together with little kisses. Both Meier males stood there with mouths agape at Atul's penis. I walked over to Atul, and pulled his foreskin back so that they could both appreciate the shape, size and angle of Atul's perfect cockhead. I then told them this is why they both needed some time with Atul, and they just both nodded in silent agreement.

The thing that surprised me the most is that Jürgen said "I have to try that", went over to the bed, laid down on his back, lifted his legs, and then pleaded for Atul to fuck him. His son went over to his father's side, and sat next to him in the perfect posture to watch. I looked at Atul, and told them that both of them were stretched out perfectly for them, but might need some "medicine" to get through the first penetration by that monster. Jürgen did question what drug this "medicine" was, but I told him it was something called "poppers", and it was safe. Jürgen surprised me again by saying "poppers? Cool. I haven't had any since leaving Germany. Anna and I used it all the time." Alex tossed the lube over to Jürgen, and I ran to the kitchen to get a fresh bottle of poppers out of the freezer. On returning, Atul was already between Jürgen's legs, properly lubed, lined up, and ready to go. I cracked open the new bottle, and handed it to Jürgen, who immediate took three good huffs, before raising his legs wider. Atul pressed forward, and after a few tense moments, the straight man's ramparts were breached for the second time in his life, and second time in a single day.

Atul went about his routine, and soon was pulling completely out of Jürgen, and then ramming all the way down again, causing Jürgen to yelp, moan, scream, and beg for more. All of us gathered around to watch the incredibly hot scene of Atul's bronze meat punch into Jürgen's pink and alabaster hole, and the same hole refusing to let go of Atul's cockhead. Jürgen suddenly seemed to become a bit agitated, saying he didn't want to be selfish, He soon asked Atul to pull out so that Atul could give attention to his son, noting under his breath that if he had spent any more time on Atul's cock, he would have become 100% gay. On hearing this Jonas just laid down in a similar posture to his father. Alex grabbed the lube and greased Jonas up, while Jason took the poppers, and administered them to the boy, explaining what to do. Atul then set up shop between Jonas' legs until Jonas was ready. All eyes were on Jonas' face as Atul penetrated him. The child yelped, but took it like a soldier. Soon, he was grinding his ass back into Atul's pubic hair and balls before the organ was ripped from his rectum, and then plunged back inside. We were all watching along amazed that the little hole was taking that kind of a pounding. The child moaned and screamed, and pleaded for more, obviously enjoying what Atul's hook and knob was doing to his tiny little prostate! 

Atul then pulled out and announced that all three adults should let the boys “ride the merry go round,” a game of Atul’s own devising. We let Atul direct the scene. He spread the beach towels ono the floor, and had all three boys lay on their backs, their heads together, in a kind of triangle. Atul got down between Jason's legs, I got down between Alex's legs, and Jürgen got down between Jonas' legs. Atul grabbed his phone, and set a repeating timer for 60 seconds. Every man mounted his boy, Atul started the timer, and the merry go round was off! The boys were all moaning and cooing when the timer went off. Then, all the men went to the boy on the right, penetrated, and started the timer again for the next round. This went on for at least 10 or 11 rounds, and Jürgen verbally complemented each boy on how sexy he was, and how tight and good he felt as he pounded their little butts. Finally Atul couldn't stand it anymore, and started filling Alex's little bottom with his always copious load. Atul's grunts and Alex's moans provided the auditory stimulus for me to start cumming inside Jonas, and Jürgen to follow, blowing his load inside Jason. We men were all worn out, and just stayed in the boy we were conjoined to until the erections wilted, and we slipped out of some now sloppy little boycunts. Thank goodness Atul had the foresight to put down the beach blankets!

The boys, however, were not quite finished. Seconds after we slipped out, Alex raised his head, looked at Jason and Jonas, and announced “puppy pile!” He then rolled over, kissed Jonas, then kissed Jason, and flipped around to take Jonas’ still hard penis between his lips. Jonas and Jason looked at each other, kissed, and Jonas flipped around to reach Alex’s penis, allowing Jonas access to his own still hard nail. The boys, with mouths and hands, began giving fellatio to each other with grunts and gusto! Their proud men smiled, and all three sat on the edge of the bed to enjoy the show. They built each other up to what seemed like a shattering group orgasm, then sat up, all three simultaneously breathing heavily embracing and kissing each other with obvious affection. Thus it seemed that the unwashed horde had gained a member: and that was good, as they would be there to watch out for each other.

Finally, it was time for Atul to go fetch that woman, and Sunday-Funday was over. We all cleaned up and dressed, and prepared to head our separate ways. Jürgen looked like he needed a two-day nap, but made sure he told Jonas that whenever he had the itch and Papa wasn't around, it was ok if Mister Rich or Mister Atul took care of him. Jonas grinned broadly, and gave Atul and me a big hug and a kiss. Atul headed out to collect his wife, and the Meier clan followed shortly thereafter, followed by Jason. Alex hung around for a few minutes to cuddle sweetly with me. He was all boy rough-and-tumble, but when it was just he and I together, he could be wonderfully sweet and cuddly. We chatted about the Meier family, and how lucky Jonas was to have a father who loved him so much. Alex then got a little quiet, murmuring about how it would be so nice if his own father, Felipe, would give him that kind of attention. It seems he has long had a fantasy about Felipe, and how he might sometimes enjoy getting punished by his father, and this punishment would be by rape. Well, that would certainly explain a few things! This lasted about five minutes before his stomach growled loudly, and he kissed me, saying he needed to get upstairs for dinner.  Finally alone, I made myself a mug of tea, and headed out to the veranda to enjoy the quiet, and the approaching sunset.

Atul's car pulled up just as I was finishing my mug of tea, and before the doors even opened, I heard Rana's shrill voice screeching at Atul, I didn't know what she was saying, but it sounded like fingernails on a chalkboard, and I did hear the word "vaikalyam" clearly at least twice. I nodded with a smile at Atul as he stepped toward the stairs, and while she was still screeching, I was ready. I had been practicing a few phrases of my own in Telugu (thanks to help from Google Translate,) and I shouted one of them out: "Dushta stri, noru muyandi" (Shut your mouth, you evil woman). She stopped in her tracks, and snapped her head to silently stare daggers at me. I just stared back at her for two seconds, then immediately looked away and waved her off dismissively with the muttered words “bitch, please” in English, returning my attention to the rest of my tea, which was certainly more important than that fucking evil cunt bitch. She can just go straight to hell for treating my manfriend that way. She stomped her foot in petulance, and looked at Atul, clearly demanding that he avenge her honor. I was proud that Atul just pointed upward toward their door, indicating that she needed to go home. She then blessedly started stomping back up the stairs with no further commentary. Atul looked at me, smiled softly, and mouthed the words "I love you".  I do love that man, and I hope he sneaks out to use my key again tonight to sleep in my arms, if only for a little while.

Having had sex with two men and three boys in the last few days, I was worn out, and ready for bed. Still, it was a very good "worn out," considering the dry spell I'd been through these last few years. I took a few minutes to start planning out and arranging what needed to be accomplished this week, and checked to make sure there were no "landmine" customer problems lurking in my email. I turned my eyes upward toward Atul's apartment, and sent a silent wish up hoping that Rana had gone    to sleep, leaving my bronze god in peace. This was unlikely, as my display of linguistic prowess had likely only thrown gasoline on her smoldering, vengeful, ill-tempered soul. I stopped myself before building up ire in myself -- not a good way to end a day -- and turned to getting ready for bed. I decided on a shower, and cleaned myself thoroughly, inside and out, in the warm water. Before lights out, I lubed myself in hopeful (and prayerful) anticipation of a late night visit from my man.

I had just gotten to dream sleep when I heard the front door opening and then closing. I shook my head awake, checked to see that it was just after 1:00 AM, turned on the bedside light, and called out "Atul?" I heard his bare feet stomp on the tile floor as he purposely strode down the hallway to my bedroom. When he came in, I could see in his eyes and on his face that he was quite agitated emotionally. I stood up, and grabbed him in a bear hug. Atul began sobbing into my neck, not saying anything (as if he could've gotten anything out): at that moment, he needed physical contact with someone who loved him. After some moments, he leaned back to look me squarely in the eyes. He had only five simple words: "I need to fuck you." Our pelvises were still in hard contact from our embrace. I was naked, and he was in a wife beater and gym shorts; it was clear that he was free-balling too, as I felt his cock rapidly rise to the tempo of his heartbeat. In only seconds, his dick had arisen to full mast, putting pressure on my scrotum, his curved glans poking and prodding for my hole through his shorts. I pulled back, laid down on my back in the middle of the bed, spread and raised my legs, and said "then fuck me. Now. I'm ready." My bronze god wasted no time, tore off what few items of clothing he had on, got between my legs, and lined up. I could feel the oozing pre-come glistening at my hole. He reached out for the lube, but I slapped his hand away as he had done to me the day before. I told him that I was ready, and all he m needed to do was fuck me. He snarled like a feral dog, and sank his 8.5 inches/almost 22 cm in to the root in one broad stroke, locking his eyes firmly onto mine. 

I felt a mental and emotional connection I had never felt before; if the building were on fire, I doubt I could've broken that connection. That's how it started. Within seconds, he started a low growling sound that emanated from his throat on each powerful in-stroke. On the outstroke, he did not withdraw fully, but I could feel his plum-sized head drawing my sphincter outward. Just as he was about to establish his rhythm, he grabbed my feet, and interlaced his fingers with my toes: the feeling was amazing! We were connected to each other in yet another way! He spread his arms out widely, thus spreading my feet and legs with them. He leaned back, spit some saliva onto our connection point, and leaned back forward. I looked up at him and said "I love you. Fuck all your aggression into me. Fuck me hard! Show me that I belong to you!" Seconds later, he found his rhythm. He was snarling, growling and pounding into me with long, aggressive, dominant strokes. I could feel and hear his scrotum slapping into my distended crack just below my hole. For many minutes I couldn't move, so firmly he was nailing me to the mattress. The only breaks in the rhythm occurred when he would pull back to add saliva, or collect the pre-cum from my own drooling cockhead to add to his cock. Then he was back off to the races.

I could feel the pressure and the pleasure building up inside me, only to increase exponentially when the fingers between my toes pushed my legs forward, allowing his cock head a harder angle banging into my prostate. Atul's face, chest, and torso were soon covered with a fine sheen of sweat, and his pungent, masculine pheromones drenched the air, giving me yet another avenue to forge a connection with him; I will never forget his scent at that moment. I had to have more of him inside me! I spread my legs even further until they were nearly at the point of pain, and reached down to pull my ass cheeks wide apart enough to get any additional half inch/full centimeter of his glorious monster inside me. He must have noticed this, as he sped up his tempo and pressure. 

Soon, the walls were echoing with the sounds of slapping, and the headboard was tapping against the wall. He noticed this, and looking up, he growled out: "I hope you can hear this, you bitch! This is the sound of your husband FUCKING the man he loves, and who loves me back!" By this time, my thoughts were totally incoherent, but Atul wasn't finished. He changed his attack, and began short, pounding strokes right into my prostate. He also released my toes so he could bend down and kiss me, with his hands now at my shoulders. He then diverted his lips to my neck, just below my left ear, kissing it hard. He started growling "I. Love. You." repeatedly into my ear and neck at the tempo of his strokes, and I could take no more: my entire body went into spasm, and I could feel my eyes rolling back into my head. Just at that moment, he plowed and planted deep, releasing his flood. I felt him fire off his first volley of cum, but don't remember anything after that, as the room went dark and silent.

At some point I came back to consciousness with a gasp. It took a few moments to reorient myself with the world. Atul's sweaty, smiling face was close to mine. I could feel his breath on my neck and upper chest, and the very recent memory of a fuck-for-the-ages came back to me. I could also feel Atul's cock throbbing, and still firmly plunged in to my very depths. He stared into my newly refocused eyes, and both of us muttered the words "I love you" simultaneously. I knew I had a grin on my face, and Atul had a broad, toothy smile on his. I could've crawled into that dimple on his left cheek, and died a happy man. The only thought I had in my head is that I've been to heaven. He then began kissing my lips gently, humming with satisfaction into my mouth. I felt him move his still hard cock in a circular motion inside me, pulling out and in a bit. I could also feel wetness on and in my hole. Atul pulled his head back, looked me in the eyes, and said "Thank you Rich. I really needed to fuck you, and now, I really need to make love to you." My leg muscles were exhausted by that time, and he sensed it. He grabbed my knees to pull them in close to his chest, and moved his hands down to my feet to bring them together, crossing them on his ass, so their weight could rest on him. He then leaned forward, so that our chests were being glued together by my own emission I'd left there.

He scooted his elbows up under my shoulders, bringing his hands together, cradling the back of my head. He began slow, gentle thrusts in and out of me; he moved his mouth down to my left ear, and began kissing it, and whispering in it between kisses the following: "Thank you for defending me from Rana. When you said that, I lost any doubt that you are the one I love and need. Nobody has ever made me feel so loved and respected. You make me feel like a valued man for the first time in my life.  I have had enough of life with her, and I called my father in Hyderabad to tell him so. It was a long and tense conversation, but I told him everything (except about you), and told him I would start seeking a divorce from Rana as soon as possible. I could hear them screaming over the phone, but they shut up when I told them I would rather die than live with her even one more day. I have a feeling that they will show up at the Atlanta airport in a matter of days or weeks, and things may be tense." I knew I had just heard a whale of an understatement: family pride was on the line, and there would be some hell that would have to be paid. I just rubbed his back in a soothing manner, and kissed the side of his head in comfort. Atul continued: "Rich, would it be possible for me to stay with you for some days or weeks until I can find a solution to this problem?"

Would it?? Indeed not!!  I moved my hands down to his ribcage and pushed him up so that I could look into his brilliant hazel eyes. I didn't want to wait even a millisecond lest he grow concerned about my reaction to his query. I immediately said "Baby, I love you. I never want to see you in pain. My home is your home -- forever."  Atul just moaned, began administering longer -- but soft, and very wet -- strokes into me. He tightened his embrace on my chest and neck and I wrapped my legs around him even tighter. He lowered his lips to my ear again, and said "I will divorce her and send her back to India. My parents will want me to return there too, but I will refuse them." He then stopped his strokes, and raised himself up to look me in the eyes again, saying very formally "and then I will take you to a beautiful place, and ask you to marry me."  I started crying. How could I not? My response "and I will gratefully say `yes'!" Again, that beautiful dimple! We were no longer “manfriends”, but partners, and the boys would have to assimilate and accommodate that new information.

We both began a passionate kiss with tongues, and the strokes recommenced. Nothing more was said until many minutes later when he said "baby," (it was the first time he'd called me "baby" -- my heart began soaring) "I am going to cum again". He put his tongue back into my mouth and I moved my hands down to his glorious ass cheeks, worshiping and squeezing them. I also began squeezing my sphincter tightly on his shaft as his thrusts became more urgent. He shifted position a little, and I soon found the head of his penis was caressing my prostate -- with a great deal of pressure. It didn't take long until I began another orgasm, tightly clenching his shaft. He moved in deep once again, and deposited another huge load. I could feel the overflow escaping my hole, and knew that tomorrow would be laundry day once again. Fuck that: it didn't matter, because the mess belonged to my man, my partner.

A few minutes later, we both got our breath back. We untangled, and I jumped up to get towels (and offload Atul’s gifts to me,) and came back to clean us -- and the bed -- up a bit. It was now 2:30 AM, and we both had things to do in the morning. I asked him what time he had to get up, and he said he would get up when I get up. It seems he had already brought down some of his clothes and his toiletry items in anticipation of spending some time with me. I smiled, and began planning immediately where he would be placing his items in "our" bathroom. With that, we both turned onto our left sides, and I cuddled up to his back, spooning him tightly. I could smell the musk on his neck, placed my arms around his shoulder and chest, threaded his fingers into my own, and fell into the most contented sleep I've ever had. We both stayed in that position for the rest of the night, and it was glorious.