The Indian in the Toolshed

His hands moved up and held my head, and I allowed him to pull our heads together. We kissed lying next to one another; we kissed with me on top of him; we kissed with him on top of me. Then, with my head on his shoulder and my right arm across his chest, we lay still and silent. A breeze blew through the window and across our nakedness, cooling our skin and fanning the flames of desire that were burning inside me.

I reached for the little black bottle that I kept on the shelf near the head of my mattress. Yesterday, I had decided that I would hold off on any anal activities until we knew each other better, until we knew what we wanted or where things were going.

But today, as I looked at him, I knew I wanted him. I was already carrying part of him inside me. I squirted some silicone lube into my hand and massaged his flaccid cock. It hardened quickly and pointed toward his chin.

“What are you doing, John?”

I used some lube on my hole. “I’m getting ready for you,” I told him.

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more positive about anything.” I straddle him and place the head of his rigid shaft against my quivering pucker. I read enough to expect a lot of pain as his dick took my virginity. I pressed down and his cock popped into me suddenly. It wasn’t painful, but there was the momentary discomfort that reminded me of a quick pinch that was quickly replaced by a feeling of fullness. I allowed gravity to lower me until his entire dick was buried inside me. “Arjun, I can feel your cock throbbing inside me.”

“I cannot believe how good this feels, on so many levels.”

I leaned forward, and as his cock moved out, I felt this incredible sensation that ran through my whole body. I began to move back and forth. The sensation continued, and my cock became more rigid than it had ever been before. Arjun pushed his head back into the mattress and growled. The guttural sound gave me goosebumps, and I clamped down more tightly on his penis. He began thrusting upwards into me. I could tell I was getting close, but I didn’t want the sensation to end.

I felt his hand grab my dick as he tried to pull it to his mouth. He continued to make little grunts and then with a long grunt that was almost like a squeal, I felt the pressure inside me increase. I could feel the cum squirt out my hole even as his dick continued moving in and out.

Arjun grabbed me with his free hand and pulled me forward until his penis popped out of me and mine went into his mouth. He sucked and jerked me until I unloaded my seed into him. There was a slurping sound that reminded me of a straw trying to get the last of a soda. I fell forward onto my hands. His tongue continued to move around my shaft. I straightened my legs and adjusted my body so I could face him.

He looked up into my eyes. “I understand now why guys are like rabbits, why they want to fuck all the time. That had to be more awesome because it was with someone I care about. Even if it only felt half that good, I would want to do it all the time.”

I kissed him, and at the same time, I tasted some of my own cum. It was salty, but it didn’t have the bitter taste that I remembered. I still liked his cum better. Eventually, our breathing slowed. The warmth of the day and the light breeze from the window made my eyelids heavy, and I began to doze.

When I woke up, I could tell it was a few hours later, and I was alone. I needed a shower, but I needed to talk to Arjun, too. I decided a shower first was a better idea. I slipped into my shorts and t-shirt and headed to the house. First stop, the bathroom where a hot shower helped me get clean. The dried cum was more difficult to wash free than I realized. It took some scrubbing as well as soap to get me clean. My hole was tender, and the water made it sting. I knew that lots of practice would help with that, and I was certainly willing in that department. Thinking back put a smile on my face.

I dressed in a clean t-shirt and shorts, slipped on some sandals, and went back outside via the back door. I walked confidently to the neighbor’s front door. I planned to ask Arjun if he was interested in grabbing a hamburger and going to see a sci-fi movie at the campus union building. I knocked gingerly on the door, took a deep breath, and put my emotions in check.

A man a little older than my father answered the door. He didn’t smile.

“Hi. I’m John from next door. I’m hoping to find Arjun at home.”

“Arjun is busy.”

“I… I wanted to invite him to see a special showing of ‘Forbidden Planet’ at the college,” I tried to sound a little enthusiastic.

“I said he is busy,” repeated the man.

I looked up and thought I could see Arjun hiding in the shadows near a doorway. “Will you let him know I stopped by?”

“I am sorry, but you are not welcome here. Your mother has insulted my wife, and your father has made it clear what he thinks of me and my family.” The door closed in my face.

I’m not sure why I started to cry. I was angry more than anything. “Fuck this,” I muttered under my breath. I stomped back to my house. Ha. My house. I meant the building that housed the room where I slept. I slammed the door. I heard snores from the living room; I looked into the room. I saw him there on the couch. How I hated him. I wanted him dead. And I hated myself for hating him and wanting him dead. Some people shouldn’t be parents. He was one of them.

I went to my room and gathered my books. I went out to the toolshed. I sat on the mattress. I felt hopeless. I wanted to close my eyes and just go to sleep forever. But I knew there had to be more happiness for me. I had to hold on just a little longer.

The door opened, and Arjun came in. He said nothing; he just sat next to me. After several minutes, he interlaced his fingers with mine, but he continued to look at the floor. The wind picked up and the curtains at my window flapped up. Arjun stood and removed his clothes. He pulled me to my feet and gave me a gentle kiss before removing mine. We still said nothing. He used the lubricant to moisten my penis before lubricating between his ass cheeks.

Bending forward, Arjun used his hands to spread his cheeks. His hole tightened and loosened in front of me. I stepped to him and pushed my dick down and against him. He pushed back onto me and grunted as I entered him. I pushed forward and pulled back with larger amplitudes of motion as I increased the frequency of my thrusts. Soon we were moaning in synchrony. I wrapped my hands onto his pecs. Their hairiness excited me. I memorized the feeling.

Arjun’s sphincter began to clamp on me more tightly, and I felt the urge build within me. His breathing became more ragged as he banged his ass back to me with more force. Suddenly his motions backward stopped and I heard his cum as it streamed forward and against the wall. I exploded within him, pushing into him each of three times, and then I held him against me. I didn’t want to let go.

My softening cock slid out of him, and he turned to face me. “They’re sending me away to my grandparents in India for the rest of the summer. My father heard us.”

I clenched my teeth together, and tears formed in my eyes. I nodded my head that I understood.

Arjun continued, “I wanted to remember you; they’re not going to let me come back here.”

“I…” He put his hand to my lips. Tears filled his eyes as well.

“I’m going to marry that girl. It’s my duty.”

I began to sob.

“You are my first. You’ll be my only one.” Arjun got dressed. He kissed me once more. “I think you know the things that are within me, the things I cannot say. He ran his hands through my hair and left.

I sat back down. Darkness came. I was alone again.