Chapter Four: Breaking Barriers
Alok eased Aksh's thighs apart, clearing the path to claim his virgin hole. Aksh had never taken a real cock before, though he'd experimented plenty—fingers, toys, whatever mimicked the thrill. Now, here it was, massive and real, hovering at his edge, his body craving it despite the nerves.
Alok positioned himself, tip teasing the slick entrance, then lifted Aksh to his knees for better angle. More teasing strokes, cheeks spread wide, before a slow, deliberate push. Without the lube, nothing would've given; even with it, just half the head slipped in, stretching him taut.
Aksh's eyes flew open wide, fists clenching the sheets like anchors in a storm, body instinctively pulling forward. But Alok's grip locked around his waist, firm and unyielding. "Breathe slow, relax," he murmured. "You're clenching too hard."
No choice but to obey—Aksh squeezed his eyes shut, willing the burn away. As it dulled to a throb, Alok surged forward, head popping in fully, followed by less than half the shaft. The girth widened him further, a shockwave of fire.
Aksh cried out sharp, then bit it back, muffling himself—no one could hear, but shame burned anyway. Tears welled, body trembling, pain ripping through like lightning. He couldn't flee; Alok's hold pinned him, and squirming only amplified the ache. Better to freeze, endure.
Alok soothed with soft words, lips brushing his back in gentle kisses. Then his tongue traced warm paths, swirling like invisible art, leaving cool, wet trails of saliva that chilled in the air.
The mix eased Aksh, tension melting—but not for long. Another push from Alok, half the length burying deeper, then a final thrust claiming it all. He held still, letting Aksh adjust, the fullness overwhelming.
"You did amazing, good boy," Alok whispered, pride in his tone. "A virgin, huh? Honored to be your first."
The words warmed Aksh, a flicker of joy amid the chaos—should he smile or sob? Tears dried on his cheeks as he adapted, the sting blurring into something bearable.
"Stay put when I move," Alok warned, waiting for the nod. Aksh dipped his head, hesitant, and Alok began—pulling halfway out, adding more lube, then slamming back in. Twice more like that, building rhythm, then steady fucking, hips driving deep.
Aksh took it like a champ, pain morphing as pace quickened. Sweetness crept in, overriding the hurt, turning moans from agony to bliss.
He gasped between thrusts, Alok's breaths ragged, speed ramping with powerful slams. Then it hit—Aksh spilled over the edge, cumming untouched from the fuck alone. Alok chased him, a few final deep pounds, releasing inside the condom.
Even as he came, Alok kept moving slow, tongue lapping Aksh's back and neck, arms wrapping tight around his waist. He pushed them both forward, collapsing flat on the bed, bodies spent, his cock still buried deep, echoes of their shared release lingering in the quiet.
Aksh blinked his eyes open, alone in the rumpled bed, body aching with sweet exhaustion. His ass throbbed sore, belly and sheets sticky with dried cum. He pushed up to his knees, a sharp "aah" escaping as the fresh burn hit, forcing him to shift for relief.
Glancing around, Alok emerged from the bathroom, naked and damp, fresh from a quick wash. He grinned at Aksh perched there. "Bet it stings, huh?"
Aksh blushed silent, no words coming. Alok nodded toward the bath. "Clean up, get dressed. Test's done—you'll get an email on pass or fail. Head home; I've got another one lined up."
Aksh's heart sank—he didn't want to leave. This wasn't just a test; he'd savored every second, pain aside. Even a fail meant he'd lived his dream, tasted real heat. With a mix of sad and content on his face, he slipped into the bathroom, washed away the evidence, and stepped out bare, covering modestly though Alok had seen it all. The room empty now, clothes folded on the bed.
He dressed quick, stepping out to find Alok on the phone, chatting timings for the next. Their eyes met; Alok smirked mid-sentence. Aksh flushed, caught staring. Alok approached, still talking, leading him to the door. There, he paused, planted a kiss on Aksh's warm cheek, and waved a soft goodbye.
Aksh ached for more, but it ended. He walked out, steps awkward from the lingering sting—not bad enough to limp, but enough to remind. The receptionist guy eyed him, seeking contact, but Aksh bolted, dodging everyone till he locked himself home, breaths heavy.
The day dragged, mind replaying Alok, nerves on the result. Whatever came, he'd take it. Evening hit with dinner done; ping—an email. "Congratulations! You've passed. Pack light or nothing; meet at this spot for pickup."
His smile exploded, eyes wide in shock. Flashes of Alok's touches danced in his head—hoping for another glimpse. Morning came; he stuffed clothes, briefs, basics into a backpack and suitcase, messaged his roommate about moving out—fate sped it up.
Cab to the spot: same hotel, but rear lot, open ground with a waiting bus. He boarded, spotting few faces. Alok and the receptionist guy smiled his way. Aksh eyed a seat near Alok, but the receptionist claimed it. He settled close-ish, noting blacked-out windows—inside hidden from out, and vice versa.
No big deal. More guys trickled in—his age, older, younger. Aksh pictured their tests, smirking sad—shared secrets, probably. Bus rolled, stopping soon at a sea port. Aksh blinked—didn't know the city had one.
Alok and the receptionist herded them onto a quirky private ship, name and design odd. Rooms were cozy; Aksh shared with two guys his age, different looks. "I'm Alex," one said in English. "Zain," the other. Aksh chatted back, sharing test tales—they swapped stories, ate, slept, bonding into friends, vowing to stick tight.
He thought of them but they openly confessed that they're bottoms, like Aksh. So, Aksh stick to Alok's dreams and hope to meet more like him.
Next Morning dawn brought land: a vast island in endless ocean. They disembarked with others—whites, blacks, East Asians, South Asians, northerners, westerners—fifty-ish guys, all male, languages mixing like a global meet.
Aksh grouped with Alex and Zain, following the flow to the road. Buses pulled up: split into Learners and Visitors. Aksh puzzled, but followed Alex and Zain. He lined up with them.
Half boarded as Visitors, opposite direction. Learners in another; Alok and receptionist in a third—maybe for staff.
Aksh sat with Zain, Alex ahead. They rolled through a huge metal gate, forest giving way to open grounds. Guys dotted the field—running, sitting—in weird white knee-length robes over matching short briefs. All fit, handsome, a sea of hot bodies of every kind. Twink, Twunk, Hunk, Jock, etc, Name them and you find one.
Aksh gaped at Zain; they mirrored shock, then grinned, bursting into laughs. Others were reacting the same way.
Bus halted at a grand building: "X Academy" bold, "Branch-Homosexual" small below. Field guys crowded curious. Aksh and pals stepped off, met by men in long black robes—mirrors of white but fuller.
They welcomed the group inside, echoes of excitement buzzing in Aksh's chest, the island's secrets just unfolding.
