Back at the shop, we continued to have a renaissance. I was promoted, and it was decided to take on a trainee. I was allowed to sit in on the interviews. Amit Patel, who was 18, seemed to fit the bill nicely. Quietly spoken, but with an infectious personality, we also thought he would help in offering some diversity. Amit was lovely, with a charismatic charm, and after a few weeks, we noticed more Asian lads shopping. He had many friends on social media. Only about 5'6", and skinny as a rake, he smiled his way through the day. He learned very quickly, and he was a delight to work with. He was allowed to pray in the back room.
After a few weeks, he was hanging around when it was closing time. It was clear that something was troubling him. In all innocence, I put an arm around him and asked what was wrong. He fidgeted, "Well, er nothing", "I can see your smile has gone, there must be something wrong, you can confide in me, it will go no further". "Well", he repeated, "I have sinful feelings, and I don't know how to cope". It shouldn't have, but my dick twitched, "Go on, there's no one listening". "My parents want me to get married. They have even found me a girl from another family at the mosque." "You're a little young, but it sounds okay". With a tear in his eye, he said, "But I don't like girls very much, I prefer men like you". I was now having serious trouble in my trousers. "I don't care what your religion preaches, but liking the same sex is not sinful, denying those who are like this is". "But my parents will hate me, and I'll be kicked out of the mosque. How do I keep them happy and find happiness for myself?" I gave him a squeeze and kissed him on the neck. "It's getting late, you best be getting home. I'll talk to my boyfriend, and we'll chat some more tomorrow". He made a weak smile, and left. The following morning, he didn't show up, so I rang him. "I'm so confused, I don't know what to do". "Well, losing your job won't solve anything. I can cover for you for an hour, but get here as soon as you can". Twenty minutes later, he walked sheepishly in. I had told the boss he had a dental appointment. In a quiet moment, I suggested he came to my place one evening and my boyfriend and I will try to sort him out.
The following Monday, I brought him home from work. On the way I told him that at his age, he must start making his own way in the world. Louis welcomed him in. He had done his best to make a curry, hoping Amit would like it. After dinner, he sat on the sofa with me, "So, Amit, what sex have you had with anyone?" "None, I have avoided girls, and you are the only gay men I know". I put my arm around him. "Can I kiss you?" He turned to me and we kissed tenderly. "Amit, you are a lovely person, beautiful inside and out". We kissed again, this time a little more passionately. I stroked his chest, my hand slipping down to his slim waist. He looked me in the eye and said, "Can I see your penis?" Louis came over, dropped my zip and fished my erect dick out. Amit's eyes widened. "It's huge, can I hold it?" I took his hand and wrapped it around the shaft. "Do you masturbate?" I asked him. "No, we're not allowed, but sometimes I have wet dreams". "Would you like to wank me?" He began stroking me. Louis sat back in the armchair and took his own stiff cock out, wanking at the same pace. "Go a little faster", I implored him. Louis upped his pace. "Now really fast". A minute later, cum spewed from me onto the carpet. Louis did likewise. "Thank you, would you like me to do it to you?" He thought for a moment and shuffled his trousers and boxers down. His small dick was rock hard. I took it in my fingers and jerked him. He was so worked up, he came in seconds, his cum joining mine on the carpet. I knelt and licked the last drops from him. I took him home. On the way, I asked if he'd like to come again. "yes please, it was very exciting."
The following Monday found him at our place again, this time much more relaxed. As soon as the door was shut, he kissed me properly, with open mouths and tongues meeting. I picked him up and carried him to the bedroom. Louis was already there, naked and idly playing with himself. "Wow! you're cock is big as well, can I touch it?" "Be my guest" Louis replied. He knelt on the bed, giving Louis's dick a feel. "Suck it", I suggested. He looked a little disgusted. "Shall we show you". "Yes please". I stripped and joined them on the bed. Holding the base of Louis's cock, I licked the shaft and swallowed him. Louis shuffled around into a sixty-nine. "Amit, undress yourself and join in" A few minutes later, we all had a dick in our mouths. We gave each other oral for ages, but was about to get better. Extracting myself, I invited Amit to fuck me. "I'm not sure, what would my family say?" "They're not here, and I'd like to feel you in me". I put a pillow under my hips and pulled my knees up. He positioned himself and penetrated. Instinctively, he knew what to do. Louis watched his boyfriend being fucked, not for the first time, He didn't last long, but his virginity was gone. He slipped out and Louis took over, kissing and banging into me. I tossed myself. We came together. We ate and I took him home. On the way he asked if I would fuck him next week. I told him it would be my pleasure.
Monday, and we're in the bedroom again, all naked, kissing and giving head. I'd put a bottle of lube close by. After half an hour of making out, he said he was ready. I lay on my back, greased my pole and put more on his hole. "Now, take your time and lower yourself down". Louis held the base of my cock and lined it up. My knob head pierced through his ring. He hollered, but carried on until he was sat on me, his anal virginity gone. He rocked back and forth, slowly getting used to the new sensations. I jerked his penis as he began to ride. I must have been hitting his prostate, because he suddenly sent jets of cum onto my chest. "Fuck me, that was amazing". I'd never heard him swear. He climbed off, and watched as Louis sat on me. I thrust up to meet him, as we had done many times before. Louis bucked as if he were riding a bronco, fisting himself for all he was worth, exploding over me. To show off, I pulled out in time to toss a load up Louis's back. Amit was to become our lover for the next few months. We looked forward to our Monday night threesomes.
One afternoon, a pretty young Indian lad came into the shop. I went to serve him, but Amit introduced him as his boyfriend. Monday nights fizzled out, but Amit was all smiles. His family had come to terms with it. He stopped going to church and his productivity at work improved. Everyone a winner.
